Jayne’s A Girl’s Name Too

Jayne was a very clever girl, a real sporty type too. She could always be found jogging on the boardwalk or playing soccer in the field behind her school. She was fairly petite for her age with very small perky breasts, but a body to be envied. She was well toned and could put to shame most guys in her neighborhood. She had long blonde hair and always wore spandex jogging shorts and a very tight sports bra when she ran. She knew it was revealing, but liked the attention the boys gave her.

She was a big soccer fan and wanted to pursue it more in the summers between school. The problem was that the only soccer camp in town was all-boys and thus she wasn’t allowed to enroll. She was pretty pissed about it but quickly came up with the brilliant idea to cut her hair short and try to pass off as a boy. She could already play better than most of them and her tits were small enough they didn’t really need bondage.

Her plan worked and it wasn’t long before Jayne was on the bus to the camp. The guy sitting next to her tried to make small talk, but Jayne was in a bad mood, she liked her hair and was pissed about having to chop it off. She ignored the twerp and just stared out the window. “Hey, I’m talking to you!”, he bellowed and slapped Jayne’s groin. Being a girl Jayne felt nothing at all, but as the rest of the boys on the bus stared, waiting for the all too familiar show, some already squirming in their seats out of sheer anticipation. It took Jayne a little while to register what was going on, she’d been hit many times in the crotch before, but as she had no balls never felt a thing. She’d seen guys get kicked on the field and imitated them as best as possible.

“Owwwww…”, she moaned, cupping her unscathed groin and looking around to see if anyone noticed her bluff. The whole bus seemed to be having sympathy pains as this girl, who had never known the sheer agony of a blow to the balls, pretended. The boys squirmed and crossed their legs back and forth as if it had been them punched in the ‘nads. “You dickhole!”, she yelled in a fake baritone, and punched her seatmate right back.

Unlike hers, his reaction was completely genuine, doubling over, cupping his damaged testicles and moaning like a dying cow Jayne could hardly keep back a giggle as the stupid boy felt the real pain. The entire bus burst into a second wave of ghost pain as the boys sucked air, trying to qwell the imaginary sensation in their own balls. The dipshit next to Jayne, he wished it was only imaginary.

When they arrived at the camp they were sent to their bunks and told to stretch up before practice. Jayne arrived in her cabin with the 3 other males residing with her. She claimed her bunk, layed out her clothing and walked into the center of the room to stretch. The rest of the guys quickly followed suit, sitting on the ground, stretching one leg at a time by extending and reaching. Jayne always found the best way to warm up her joints would be to fall straight down into a perfect splits, charging her body and loosening her joints at the same time. She was just about to do it too when she noticed the boys.

The uniform they all had to wear consisted of a soccer jersey and some shorts. As they stretched Jayne noticed the lump in their pants where their dick and balls were. She recognized the lack of lump in her pants and realized she couldn’t stretch in her normal fashion. If Jayne were a boy, leaping into the splits would cause unprecidented pain; she would smash her balls on the ground and crush them with the entire weight of her body. However, because she was a girl and had a smooth, ball less pussy she felt no pain whatsoever while performing the move. In fact, Jayne sometimes liked to rock back and forth in the splits position, rubbing her pussy on the ground felt good. If she were a boy that same motion would just roll her balls back and forth underneath her, applying immense pressure to a ludicrously sensitive area.

Jayne conceded to the lame boy stretches and headed out onto the field. They were starting off with a skirmish match, shirts versus skins. There was no coach around to divide up the teams, so they arbitrarily selected team captains. Jayne was one of them and her pain stricken seatmate was her opponent. They selected their teams, player by player and then came time to decide who was shirts, and who was skins.

Jayne knew she couldn’t play on the skins team, her cover would obviously be blown. Her tits weren’t big, but they would be completely visible if she took her shirt off. “You’re skins!”, the dipshit called. Jayne had to think quick.

“Dude, I am not taking my shirt off for your queer ass!”, she taunted. “I saw how you tried to grab my balls in the bus.”

“I’m not gay!”, the dipshit said, reafirming his heterosexuality.

“Then why are you so anxious to get our clothes off?”, she continued.

“It was just a call, we’ll take our shirts off then.”

Jayne had him where she wanted, he would take his shirt off and she’d get to play, but there was something about this idiot that bothered her. She wanted to make him suffer again. “See, now that’s no less gay. You just want to strip for us!”

“What! Fine, we’ll toss a coin.”, said the dipshit, slightly annoyed.

“That’s lame, anyone can toss a coin. Let’s prove if you’re a real man.”, Jayne was really laying it on him.

“What do you mean?”

“Roshambo. We play one round of roshambo, loser takes their shirt off.”

“Let me get this straight.”, the dipshit said. “You want me, an all-star soccer player to kick you in your balls just to prove how much of a woman you are?”

“That’s right, if I survive, I get a free shot on you. We go back and forth until one of us gives. As you’ve already mentioned, you get first shot. Kick away assface!”, with that Jayne spread her legs wide and put her hands above her head, knowing full well his kick wouldn’t hurt a bit.

“You truly are an idiot”, the dipshit replied. He took a step back and got a real powerhouse punt straight into Jayne’s unprotected pussy. Most of the guys looked away, no one wanted to whitness the complete annihilation of a perfeclty good set of balls. Except Jayne didn’t have any balls, she had a smooth pussy, a pussy that was completely unscathed by the dipshit’s foot.

“My turn”, she replied. WHAM! Her foot flew up into the dipshit’s balls before he even had a chance to assume the position. His knees quivered as the pain recoursed through his balls and up through his abdomen. He tried his hardest to stand, but his knees were shaking so much. He began to feel sick and worried he might throw up in front of all the guys, but that thought was nothing to the screaming pain that radiated from his nuts.

Somehow he managed to stay up, and muster the strength for another kick, flying at less than half the speed of the first’s back into Jayne’s defenseless crotch. Of course, once again she wasn’t hurt one bit. She had a pussy, not a dick and naturally she only laughed at his feeble atempt to floor her. She was a girl and no kick to the groin, no matter how hard could floor her the way a kick to a man’s testicles would.

Jayne demonstrated this clearly by again, booting the dipshit square in the nuts as hard as she could. His heels lifted off the ground with the force of the kick and he total lost it. The pain was more than he could bare and he fell to his knees. No man could withstand two shots of that strength to the balls. He layed on the ground, curled in the fetal position, wondering how Jayne had taken the shots so well.

“This is stupid.”, said Jayne, “I can’t believe I ever wanted to play with you idiots, men are so dumb.” Jayne pulled off her shorts to reveal her tight white panties. The boys all stared in amazement, they could see the cleft of her pussy her underwear was so tight. “Surprise, I’m a girl!”, she exclaimed as she noticed the boners surrounding her. Jayne walked over to the curled up dipshit and sat infront of him, cross legged so he could get a good view of her pussy. “I bet that’s a shock.”, she said as she began to giggle. “You’re so easy to trick, you let me have two straight shots to your balls, for what? Not to be called gay?”, Jayne spread her legs and the dipshit could not take his eyes off the smooth groin that layed before him.

“You thought you stood a chance, ha! If I was a boy maybe, but you see this?”, she slapped her pussy without a wince, “It doesn’t hurt like your little balls! It’s a shame really, if we both had balls it may have been fair, but now look at you and look at me.”, Jayne curled up like the dipshit and faked moaning noises. “Oh, my balls! My balls! I would say, but I don’t. I’ve got a pussy, and I bet you wish you did too.”, Jayne moved her hands over his groin as the boys on the field stared in disbelief. “Tell the coach next time he throws a summer camp he should let a few more of these”, she rubbed her crotch, “in, and a few less of these.”, she punched the hands that covered his balls, but the pain registered all the same. “I’m out of here dipshit, going back to play with girls who don’t need to worry about ending up like you. Maybe next time I’ll kick you so hard you’ll be able to join us!”

And with that Jayne left. They didn’t change the rules at the soccer camp, girls still weren’t allowed to join, but now for an entirely different reason. The boys were all afraid more women would come and destroy their balls the way Jayne destroyed the dipshit’s.