Giving in to the nasty political climate, growing crime, over-whelming population growth (illegal and otherwise), the general dumbing down of Florida and decline of the standard of living in what was once a great place to live, my sister, Fionna, and I go up into our parent's attic and find a couple of old, green, canvas sea-bags from when our brothers came home from the military. We dump the musty, nostalgic artifices of their "glory days" out onto the attic floor and take the bags down to pack them with a few clothes, toiletries, and some of our favorite, yet more innocuous, sex toys (vibrators, ben-wa balls, branding irons, pinchers, naptha, wire brushes, latex strap-ons, mace, key lime flavored orgy butter, leiderhosen, kilts, skein dubhs, paddles, etc).
We then hit the highway at the outskirts of town with a piece of cardboard on which is scrawled "Your Town or Bust!"
Of course, being as how this is the most desolate stretch of road in Florida we end up walking...for days. Our Levis' dragging tracks down that old dusty, Dixie road.
I won't bore ye with the particulars of our trek, but we finally arrived in your state...by way of Norfolk, Virginia where we were able to pick up some extra cash by entertaining the Atlantic Fleet.
Appreciative young swabbies they were too!
Yep, we were finally in the land of fast cars, fried food and macho guys with attitudes just aching for a woman's firm, yet guiding hand...and well placed knee!
By and by, we made it to your town where we were able to find my beloved pen-pal, Mackickmeplease.
As fate would have it there was a bungalow for rent right next to your place, so my sister and I promptly took up housekeeping down in the Bottoms and commenced to getting acclimated to our new home.
After getting settled in with your help, we invited you over for dinner, and gave you a little gift that we had brought up from the Sunshine state...ether!
Once we had you stupified and cuffed your wrists, thus rendering you at our mercy (HAH!) we brought you into the back room where we had a sturdy eye-bolt screwed into the ceiling.
As for you being suspended from the ceiling with a three foot spreader bar between your ankles...
Fionna and I enter the room giggling and pointing at you in your helpless and very vulnerable position.
Fionna walks to you and grasps your hips to lean down and suck on just the head of your dick, licking up the pre-cum oozing out of your cock head.
While behind you I reach under your ass to grab your nuts and yank 'em down, stretching them as far as your scrotum will go...and then I give 'em just a wee bit more of a tug!
Fionna is now running her tongue along the shaft of your dick, around your dick head, probbing her tongue into the peehole. And with me squeezing your balls purple you thrash in your constraints, the mixture of pleasure and pain maddening!
Fionna sharply slaps the head of your cock, as I roll your testicles against each other.
We release our respective grips on your privates and square off, Fionna facing you, smiling cruelly.
From behind, I lightly tap your balls with the toe of my boot, "Ready, Mac?", I hoarsely whisper.
"You've been wanting this for a long time!" Fionna smirks, "On the count of three, Mo!"
"One!" she starts.
"Two!" I pipe in.
"Three!" we gleefully scream in unison as my booted foot slams into your dangling balls, and then before that pain even registers with your nervous system, Fionna's own bare foot connects with your nuts!
Now you let out a blood curdling scream!
"And again!" BOOM! BOOM! Our feet slam into your balls again, one after another!
Your scream turns into a pitiful retching sound as your choke back your breakfast.
"Whew, Fionna, this is a nice easy pace. I can keep this up all day!" I say over your quaking shoulder as I reach under to heft your rapidly swelling testicles.
"But could you, Mac?", Fionna asks you as she leans in to wipe tears from your cheeks.
She finger-flicks your shrivelling dick, "Again, on three, Moira!"
Later gators!
NS
