Oh, I had looked at her all-right, and quietly was mighty thankful nobody could read my thoughts!
She was radiating excitement, and while looking at Kate she said: “Now do you see?”
It must have been related to something they were discussing before, or a private joke of some kind.
Kate however, she didn’t roll with it. Her body straightened, her boobs pointed right at us, and she seemed to grow a few inches, right on the spot. “No, not really” she said as she whipped her head at Alex and then back at us.
“What?” Alex proclaimed. “You need more to compare?” She yelled, but her voice was full of giggle, as hidden as she tried to keep it.
“OK guys,” she almost yelled: “off with the rest of it!”
I had nothing to lose and reached almost instinctively for my belt and the button of my jeans. After all, being naked in front of these chicks was half of where my dreams would take me, if I just let them.
Zach protested almost immediately: “What the fuck? What is going on here?”
“Oh, too shy to be out-done now huh hubby?” Alex outed with a whine in her voice.
That apparently was all it took. Zach’s jeans were on the lawn chair in no time.
“Keep going!” Alex simply stated as she waved her index finger up and down at Zach’s lower body.
Zach took an audible breath and put his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers. As he lowered his, I was definitely not going to be left behind, so we soon stood very naked next to each other facing the girls.
Both Alex and Kate did not try to hide their stares, Alex even commented to Kate: “I told you, they might be different, but I bet it would be hard to tell.”
Both Zach and I whipped our head around at each other. It now could not be denied that the girls had been discussing very private things about us.
As much as Zach didn’t want to be in this situation, he had grown a woody. He had bigger balls than me too, but mine hung much lower. His stayed put, while mine swayed with every movement accentuating their presence.
“Let’s play a game!” Alex cried out. “Zach, go get the special cornhole game boards you made last Summer!”
Zach’s face suddenly turned cloudy. “Really? I made those things only because of our bet. They weren’t really going to be used!”
Zach was quite the woodworker in his spare time. All the lawn furniture was made by him and showed a formidable skill and attention to detail.
He slumped his shoulders and headed for the shed. After some rummaging around and some sounds of stuff being moved and shoved, he came out with two panels. Two pieces of plywood really, each with some short legs to make two very low, slanted tables. On the face of the table a bullseye was painted with a hole in the center. The hole was maybe 1.5 inches in diameter.
“OK, this is how this works” Alex continued as Zach brought the panels over. “You two — pointing at Zach and I — lie down on the lawn over there and I will place these panels.
Not clear on what the game was all about, I lied down in the grass a few feet away from Zach. While on my back, Alex placed a panel on me and started fussing with up, down, sideways until she had it where she thought it should be. It covered my body and most of my chest.
She surprised me, as she grabbed on to my sack through the hole, and started tugging on it.
“Whohaa! easy, easy!?” I almost yelled. I flashed my head towards Zach and got nothing but a dumbass smile.
Meanwhile Alex had worked my sack enough that my right ball was through the hole. A few tugs later, my left ball was through the hole as well. She grabbed a good hold of my sack and pulled my balls down to the bottom of my sack. Things started to dawn on me in a hurry, but at this point there was little I could do. The plywood was large enough that I couldn’t reach around and grab her hands, or even touch my balls. Also, as she had me by the balls, I could not do much to put up a fight, even if I wanted to.
Alex produced a short length of rope and tied it around my balls. Not too tight, but tight enough it would never slip off. Then she twisted the loose ends around each other, maybe six times and took the loose ends back to the base of my balls, separated them and wrapped them around my balls once more before she started a tie. As she massaged my balls — oh how I would have paid for this in any other situation! — she kept on snugging the tie so my balls actually separated from each other. Then she finished the tie with a knot.
“There, now you won’t be able to shake the board off” Alex said with a meaningful grin. She was right, the hole was snug but I probably could have pulled away without the rope, but now my balls were bulging away from each other it was impossible to pull back. My balls just sat there like two large buttons.
Her husband got the exact same treatment, but obviously knew what was going on. His tying went faster too.
I started to really worry when Alex and Kate picked up a few pouches, roughly the size of a glove, filled with something. As they walked away from us, Alex counted her steps and at nine suddenly stopped and turned towards us.
“You go first.” Alex said to Kate. Kate was on Zach’s side, and Alex on mine, just nine steps away.
Kate aimed, and swung her arm low, and let go. I watched the pouch arc through the air, and with a thud, land on Zach’s bullseye panel.
“My turn!” Alex proclaimed. She surely seemed excited.
I watched her, swing her arm back and forth and aim obviously for my balls. The delay was icifying — is that even a word? — I couldn’t believe that this chick was going to throw a pouch into my nuts!
And she let go. I watched the pouch rise in the air and with substantial speed — at least that is how it looked – it approached my manhood. “Thud!” the noise came as the pouch landed right next to my balls.
“This is a great way to compare these two.” Kate said. “We will know soon who is going to be the toughest.” And they both giggled.
Kate leaned forward as she swung her pouch back preparing for the throw. I definitely enjoyed the view down her ample cleavage.
Next was a combination of a thud and a howl. “Hoowwch” Zach went. The pouch had landed right on target and the girls danced and high-fived in the air. It was quite the sight, the two tight bodies dancing, Kate’s boobs bouncing and both of them shaking their booty as if it was a sport.
I am sure I would have liked the view even more if I wasn’t fearing what was next.
Alex grabbed her second pouch and made a show out of getting ready to throw. I am not sure if the anticipation was worse or the actual event, but I would soon enough find out.
“Just throw already!” I uttered loudly with a shiver in my voice.
Thud. The pouch landed on my panel, on the other side of my balls. Alex had over-compensated and missed again.
“Oh, look at the expression on their faces” Alex said to Kate, pointing at us as they walked up to retrieve their pouches.
“How about this,” I pleaded, “How about we call Zach to be the toughest and you untie us now.”
All it did was result in more laughs and giggles as they picked up their pouches, Kate obviously bending down excessively and showing off her low-cut tank top as Alex did the same, rocking her overly short cut-off jeans.