Aaron and Angie 3

I was still holding the calf down, and thanks to her I had my shit neatly back in my pants. I also had my legs together so the equipment wouldn't just drop right back out of my pants. It was difficult to hold the calf down like that ,because it is better to spread my wieght out, but the implication was clear that she was protecting her sister from my perversion and indecent exposure. Her eyes told me that enough was enough. I tried to hang on to the calf and keep my legs crossed,and not pass out from fatigue. That was one of the most intense orgasms that I had ever experienced!

I guess she never gave much thought to the impossibility of what she was saying, and that bull semen is clear ,not white, and that their penises don,t stand straight up, bend backward, or spray fountians of white stuff all over when they are being castrated. However Wendy bought it for the moment,and replied with," Yuk!!"

I was still breathing hard and feeling weak when Angie invited her sister into the pen. She said,"Wendy come on in here and I,ll let you see up close how we do it to them." " Ok with you Dad?"

I said," Ok with me." and shifted my body around so that my ass wasn,t covering up the back half of the animal. I was now in the correct position for holding the soon-to-be steer. That is with my chest pressing down on it's rib cage and my body at a right angle to the calf. I was still maintaining a hold on the calf's two legs, and the other hind leg was jammed into the side of the cage up to the achilles tendon. This gave us all alittle more security.

My step-daughter Angie wasn't that big of a girl at twelve. She had a tomboy type of build and mentality. She was blond, or rather a sandy blond,medium build for her age. Oh, maybe a hundred pounds, or so I guess. I know you want to know about her sex too,so I'll just tell you all about it. I got to see it often enough when we would wrestle,and in the mornings before the nighties got switched for regular clothes,at bath time, and at bedtime. She was so beatiful as a child. Perfect (to me) in every way. She had small breasts, almost flat really , with large nipples that would poke out of her shirts and blouses when it was cold,she was excited,or when the fabric of her top would rub against them a certain way. She had no hips to speak of and she wasn't fat at all. She had a small thin triangle of blondish hair starting on her mons pubis,and a rather large clitoris that would make a appearance during special times when we would wrestle around. She had notable labia also though it wasn't stretched or over size, her genitals were advanced for her age I think from all the rockymountian oysters we had been eating in our home and an increased level of testostone. She had the most beautiful legs too. They were long and smooth,and covered with a patina of golden fur. She never shaved her legs. The sun would sometimes make it look like she had a sprinkleing of gold dust all over her legs and belly and arms. In short, She was the most beautiful creature in the entire world, and the apple of my eye.

Her sister,whom she protected on and off from my perversions, was five years younger. At the time of this incident I believe she was seven years old. Just a sapling. Her hair was darker and she seemed to be going to round out a little more than her big sister. She was still quite slender, and only had traces of baby fat left. Like her sister neither of my girls shaved their legs or wore make-up. We lived so far out in the hills that we didn,t get that much contact with other families, and we all homeschooled. She had tiny little titties, only a bit more then a boy would have. She had only peach fuzz on her pussy, and you,d have to look hard to see much structure like a clit, or labia ect. I got to see plenty of it too, as she would unknowingly try to be like her big sister and getting attention from her pervert stepfather by letting him get lots of little peeks. I rewarded such behavior with lots rubbing,touching, extra attention. Angie would try to step in between us as much as possible and keep my mind focused on her.

Well back to what I was saying, Wendy climbed into the chute with us. She reached between the lowest board and the ground and slid the stainless steel bowl under the fence and brought under her prod( which was starting to look like a permanent fixture in her hand)and crawled over to were we were huddled on and around the calf. She slid the bowl out in front of her and pushed it impatiently toward her sister. The bowl was huge like a gallon and a half or more, and it was funny that she sort of implied with her gesture that Angie was to now fill it up. Angie chuckled softly and straddled the calve's leg that was jammed into the boards. The calf started to kick now and Angie rode it with pleasure. I could tell that she was getting off on her work. I watched as she got out the pockknife that I had given her for her birthday a few years previous from her pants pocket. She was wearing some thin dark nylon things that I think they used to call parachute pants. I could clearly see the outline of her flesh beneath. I could see the wet spot, a small patch of darkened fabric that would bunch up into the folds of her crotch and the outline of her sex as she rolled back and forth on the calve's inner thigh and knee. I,m sure that she had no underwear on either.

Wendy moved up a little closer and pointed to the puddles of sperm matting the fur around the animal's sac and said," Yuuuk, Do you have to put your fingers in it?? She made a face.

Angie said," Yea, I do , I sould make 'Daddy' do it though." and she shot me a knowing smirk."Well, lets get started." she said as she opened her small sharp blade. She pinched the end of the sac up into a little bunch between her thumb and index fingers and leaned forward a little as she began to cut. Wendy leaned forward to watch.I held on tight as the calf began to kick and I had to redistribute my hold on it. I had to spead my legs to keep my balance....

Angie sliced off the little peak of skin and said," Ahhhh... there we go." as she rolled her hips and torso forward. She was clearly masturbating on the inside of the calve,s leg as it spasmed and kicked while she cut off the end of it's ballbag. Wendy was watching and starting to see all the body languge and rubbing.

Angie squeezed the base of the scrotum, the pouch that contains the testes, and said,"mmmmmm..." as she ground her crotch into it's leg and raised her dilated eyes up to mine. She released her grip on the calf and looked down at her hand. It was coated with my slick gooey ejaculate. She said," Here this is for you." and rubbed her hand across my face and the top of my head,in my hair!!!

She never even paused but wiped some more up in her hand off the calve's hair and rubbed it on my shoulder!! Wendy's mouth dropped open and her eyes widened, but she never said a word. I think that she was too taken by the whole spectacle. Angie looked back at me and started to really grind on the meat between her legs. Her face was flushing and she was looking right at me through her eye lashes. She reached back down between the calve's legs, and this time when she grabbed the base of it's sac she squeezed up and the testes popped into view pinkish white orbs with a smear of blood. The soon to be steer was wiggling and trying to kick. It made a pathetic mooing noises. In the corral a cow answered. Angie leaned forward and rubbed shamelessly. She gazed at me unmindful of her sister who for the first time in her life was still staring without a comment.

I felt my package drop back out in the air when I first spread my legs to get my balance. I could feel my own member swell at the sight of her obvious masturbation, and her stimulation. My member was against the calve's back and had scarcely had a chance to go down. The last strings of cum were probably still leaking from it's tip. Yet in the face of this, spectacle, and because of witholding from ejaculating for those previous three long days,I felt it stiffen with almost painful enjoyment, and I gently massaged it against the steer's back.

She slid the balls out a little farther from their protective sac and then with her eyes nearly shut she sqeezed one of the egg sized testicles up into the palm of her hand, and closed her fingers around it. She let out a long sigh, kept rubbing herself on the animals leg. Oblivous of all of us now she made a little moaning noise as she sliced the connective tissues with the knife in her free hand.

For the first time during this exhibition she took note of her sister. She opened her eyes alittle more and turned her head toward her. With her hand slightly bloodied and her fingers wrapped around the magnificent testicle, she stretched her arm out toward her sister who was still kneeling by the huge stainless bowl with her mouth open staring at her sister,s crotch which was still bearing down on the steer's leg. I thought for a moment that she was going to insert the ball in Wendy's mouth but a the last second her opened her fingers and the rather large organ dropped into the bowl from some hieght.

It hit the bowl and it made a bell like ringing noise.

That broke the spell. Wendy snapped out of her trance and said," Oh, My, God!!!" "My sister is a freak" " I,m never eating oysters again!!!"

To my relif Angie laughed. The spell was broken for her eyes came open and sparkled as she gazed at Wendy. She slowed her grind down on the half done steer.She said," Wendy it's fun!" "You should try it." "You get to take away their balls, and that is all their power, everything that they will ever be." "You see the old bull in the pasture, you saw how big and stong he is." Wendy nodded, Angie said, " This little bull is losing everything right here at my hand." " I cut off his balls and I steal his power his strengh,and his future as a bull." "Now he can only be a tame little steer, and soon we will eat him." "I know you like beef Wendy,and I saw you getting seconds of oysters at breakfast last week."

Wendy was smiling, it was all an act. She said sheepishly,"Yea, I know" " Ok, I want to do it."

Angie got up and stood with her legs straddled the calve's. I had a good veiw and I took it. You see, all the while this was going on I was dry humping slowly the fur on the calve's backside. I couldn't help myself. I tried to go kind of slow at it so they wouldn't notice, not like Angie grinding away like there is no tommorow. Oh, the veiw, I,ll never forget, her thin parachute pants had bunched up into the fold of her pussy, and they were visibly wet. While I watched from below,her bloodied hand dropped between her legs,and she rubbed herself alittle before she picked the fabric out of the fold of that moist little crack.I was fully erect again, but the girls couldn,t see it from their vantage point around the back and the front of the hapless calf.

Wendy traded places with Angie,and Angie passed her the bloodied knife. Wendy now straddled the calve's leg and lowered herself down. She imitated her big sister and ground her pussy forward on the calve's leg. She giggled and looked at her sister and then at me

This kind of behavior was completely exceptable around me as they had been grinding their little pussies on my knee ect. from day one, and I would bounce my leg to help the sensation become more intense. We were no strangers to that sort of thing,but to try to defend myself,I will say that,until those later days when I caved in,I had never directly stimulated their delicate little virgin clits with my fingers.

The poor cummed on,half castrated,soon to be steer,did do it's best too. It gave a last half hearted struggle with some moderate quivering ect. I think it most have been in shock for sure at that point. She did good. She squeezed the remaining goo and testicle loose from the sac while rubbing her little hips back and forth. It was like watching a dance almost. She was watching her big sister and had lowered her eye lids halfway, and was smiling seductivly while she closed her little fingers around the base of the teste, and stretched the teste up and away until the vas deferens and the vascular tissue was stretched tight ready to be simply torn out if she went farther. She did get abit more of a ride then. The steer bellowed loudly. I kept a firm grip on the two legs I had, and felt my erect cock rub against it's coarse fur. Then she sliced the stringy tissues and smiled proudly.

Moments later the bowl made another bell niose as the testes were reunited. Then she wiped her hands on my shirt and got up.She gave her sister the `high five`. Then she walked around the back of the steer and before I could get my legs together or get up myself she got a straight on veiw of my erection pressing on the steer's back and my nuts swinging in the sun.

It was too late to try to hide it and my only choice was well, two choices, one to comence to humping away like Angie had done,the other was to pretend nothing was amiss. I choose the latter. So what the hell,it would give me a hell of a thrill too if she saw my low hanging balls and my throbbing erection pressed against the animal she just emasulated. I started to untie the steer's legs,and prepare to let it go. I was pretending nothing was wrong. I just have this gaping hole in the crotch of my pants, and every inch of my sexually engorged manhood is out getting a sun-tan in the old castration chute. Nope no problems here!!!

It was a thrill to expose myself like this. I pressed one last time against the steer and fiddled with the simple knot I tied pretending that it was stuck. I felt a tickle on the exposed underside of my penis.It felt like a fly crawling on my cock.I was pretending not to notice that Wendy was standing right behind me in plain veiw of whatever was happening back there,I couldn,t see. I watched Angie out of the corner of my eye as she slid over a couple of feet. I heard Wendy give a little giggle,I couldn,t see her, and I couldn,t really see Angie anymore. The girls were taking the bait.( We'd have hearty wrestling matches this evening)The tickling sensation continued for a moment or two on the underside of my engorged glands. I kept fiddling with the knot. Then I knew.

Yea, I was giving them a hell of a show alright. The tickle soon changed to a little sting. The little sting quickly grew to an intense stinging,burning, and itching. I was being bit by a horse-fly right on the glans!!!! I tried to keep pretending a little longer- I fiddled with the knot,bent over the steer's back like a barrel!!! The burning itch was too much. I heard both girls give a little giggle,and in spite of the stinging,intense itching,burn,or maybe because of it I felt the rising spasmatic heat of an exploding orgasm. I pressed my pulsing cock against the steer's back,and again dimmly now, heard a giggle from behind.

MY WORLD EXPLODED IN PAIN!!! I felt the most severe,excessive blast of pain beyond my endurance blast out of my penis,and sweep through my guts. I passed out.Everything went blank.

When I awoke everything was differant. I was lying on my back and the sun was in my eyes. The girls were examining my genitals down by my side. My pants were down to my knees. My dick ached- really hurt- Angie had it in her hand, and she was waving her hand at it and blowing on it. Wendy looked scared and concerned. The steer was gone.

I said, " Oh Shit! What happened?" "My dick hurts, Oh SHIT!!"

Angie said," Oh Aaron we're so sorry" "We saw a horsefly on your penis, and and.... Wendy thought she would get it off with the cattle prod..." "I'm sorry." "Are you ok??" " Are you going to be alright??"

Wendy kind of pouted and said,"I,m sorry Daddy I didn,t think it would hurt you."

I said," It,s ok, I'll be fine." I tried to stand up and fell over, and next to my head where I fell I saw glob of white stuff, and down by my waist another bigger puddle. Then I noticed my pants were still around my knees, and my shriveled dick with a large red burning glans like a bizarre,grotesque mushroom was oozing a long string of white cum.

Angie told me her version later.

I didn,t feel much like wrestling for a couple of days.

I have alot more to get off my chest please be patient with me