Ball Busters!

Ball Busters! - Chapter 1: Balls on the Brain

By the time the sisters reached those carefree teenage years of high school, the formerly "creepy" little Knutson triplets had blossomed into real beauties!

Their Scandinavian genes kicked into overdrive. Each identical sister inherited their Nordic Knutson mother's striking features of high cheekbones, long faces, and tiny upturned noses. This gave them doll-like, delicate features, all crowned by their long platinum blonde hair. There was nothing "delicate," however, about the way they towered over every other girl at school (and quite a few boys) thanks to legs that went on for ages.

All that, plus three new pairs of what other girls at school had jealously dubbed "Knutson Knockers" made them very proud of their valkyrie heritage, indeed! Each sister's set looked like two tall, giant missiles pointing out from their chests, ready to launch and annihilate the hormonal minds of their horny male classmates.

As they grew up, the sisters inevitably began to think about uses for boys besides busting their balls, which only complicated things. The desire to kick male gonads in with those lengthening legs conflicted with desires for holding hands, first kisses and other adolescent romance, now that they no longer saw boys only as moving targets, whose pairs of bulls-eyes were dangling between the legs.

Because the Knutsons were such pretty girls, the boys were willing to laugh off their old "Busting Game" infamy as childhood mischief, even if some of their parents would never forgive or forget. Ironically, as the triplets entered their teenage years, even those other girls who'd been inspired by them to play the "Busting Game" back in elementary school now jealously shook their heads at them, and grumbled behind their backs.

Why can't boys stay away from those Knutson girls? Don't they know they used to go around KICKING BOYS' BALLS, when we were little kids??

They knew why. Long legs plus platinum blonde hair plus high cheekbones plus even higher tits equalled an irresistible teenage trio!

And just as the Knutsons' viking ancestors had struck terror into the hearts of men across Europe, in the modern day the sisters conquered the desires of young men whenever they strode down their school hallways, tits first. So powerful, and yet so graceful.

For a time, the three Knutsons were far too busy as attractive young ladies to remember what it was like when they were such little terrors to the male population, nailing boys' nuts left and right.

But in their senior year of high school, the long suppressed need to bust balls came creeping back into their minds, stronger and fiercer than ever!

Their rivals for male attention at school liked to scoff at how the Knutson Sisters, being triplets, were only three copies of the same girl. But despite their physical resemblance, each sister had found her own distinctive style.

Bridgette Knutson grew up into the sporty type, graduating from a pee-wee soccer tomboy to a star athlete on the volleyball team. Rigorous exercise sculpted her into a statuesque fitness goddess, with her hair tied back in a high, tight ponytail and the contents of her giant sports bras bulging within her tight sports jerseys.

Boys would stop and stare at Bridgette running laps around the track, white athletic socks pulled up to the knees, tiny black jogging shorts barely containing her rock solid glutes. Some of the boys wished those powerful legs could trampling them!

Some days, though, Bridgette looked down at those mighty legs of hers and felt slightly embarrassed. Guys liked girls with long legs, but had hers gotten too buff?

Then a voice in her head would reply to this question, and it sounded a bit like her mother.

Not too buff for crushing a guy's NUTS under your foot, with one well-placed STOMP!