Aaron and Angie - Part 1

My name is Aaron and twenty-five years ago I met Tammy. (I call her Tam). We saw each other and fell in love. Within a week we were fucking every day, and the sex was good. I was a horny bastard and had not had much luck with the ladies so I really didn,t have much of a defense against her sweet trap. I slowly was drawn in to her and very soon I found myself in her home. Our stuff got all mixed together and soon I was calling her my "old lady". We were happy and the sex was good.

She had two kids (girls) one was five and the other was one. She was expecting another, so her breasts were full of milk. She would get up on top of me and I'd slip my erection up inside her. Mmmmm!!

It was so good. I'd squeeze those full titties into my mouth and suck. She would squirt milk in my mouth and her pussy juice would run down my balls and soak my legs. She was a noisy one too, and the five year old would be quite concerned that I was in there hurting her, but not the case at all. She would moan and yell and the headboard would go bang bang on the wall. Mmmmmm!! those were the days.

Now I should add that I have always had some disfunction in bed. And that to counter that and maintain a nice full erection I play out fantasies in my mind. I revert back to memories of my sister or my cousins. I also play out lots of castration fantasy. Just the thought of a castration by any number of methods is enough to keep a flagging member rock hard and insure that I will please my partner and guarantee that thick white sperm will squirt all over the place when I,m ready. No disfunction here....right. I could even get it up two or three times using this fantasy approach to sex.

Of course you can guess I had engaged in every kind of self abuse under the sun since the age of twelve. Mostly I was all for banding my penis and sometimes my balls and masturbating, and also stretching my scotum and testicles as for as I could or dared. As a result of many years of abuse my testis hung very low. I guess I was a low-ball. HA HA All the while I do this I would dream of a thousand differant hot steamy forms of castration and of my sister and cousins. I guess I hated those nasty naked veiny orbs , my balls.

After some time had passed together I told her about using a light tourniquet on my penis to prolong the sex sessions and to delay my ejaculation. Tam agreed when it was needed, and she seemed to really enjoy the extra girth and hardness that this afforded. I would use a cut piece of one of her nylons, and tie off my member as close to my belly as I could. It would really turn me on to think that I was playing at castration using her stockings. Man it would get so hard. If it started really turning dark though, I,d pull out and release the knot, go down on her for a little , then she would work it back up and retie the nylon. I could go all day like this, and we would. She would get a certain look of wonder and a kind of blood lust on her face when she saw that my member could be damaged by this kind of play. I think that she would delay my pullout and release at times to see just how far she could push the envelope, not because her orgasm was imminent. It was a dangerous but very erotic. I also taught Tam how to pull on my balls while we were fucking. She would reach around her ass and snag them with her thumb and index finger and pull them down and around, and I would almost always spasm on demand. All the while I,m having the mother of all fantasy.

I settled into domestic life and soon was washing dishes and changing the baby, and picking up after the five year old. Tam was a bit of a pot head so she was pretty lazy and in a fog most of the time.

The little girl has a name, that is Angie. She was a pretty little thing, but she would piss off mom quite a bit and Tam would have me spank her. I had never spanked a girl before but I took to it right away. I had to pull down her skirt and her white cotten panties. Then I had to bend her over my knee and firmly slap her on the ass. I most admit that this gave me a hell of an erection and I,m sure that if Angie had known about hardon's she would have felt that monster pushing up into her belly. She was to young for that though and only cried and kicked and gave me the most sublime view of her naked little pussy while she pistoned her legs and whaled like I was killing her.I soon looked forward to spankings. This will hurt me more then you , Ha Ha .. well maybe in the long run...

She was really a very smart and attentive girl. She noticed that I was starting to look at her pussy and she would give me a little peek like by accident. I couldn,t help myself. I had to look. I started to be nice to her when she would do it and began to condition her behavior to be loose. I would go soft on her when Tam said I had to spank. I,d make deals with her to behave and then pretend to spank her ,and she would pretend to cry. I would place my hand between her legs and slap my forearm to make the noise of spanking. She would smile knowingly at me then start crying. I would get a great view and a little squeeze for my trouble.

Then came her questions. Angie would ask what is it that you and mom do in the bedroom? And why is it that you are differant than me down there? How are babies made? I would answer her questions as best as I could truthfully but when questioned about my own genitals I would revert to my hatred of my nasty lowballs and tell her that she should never see a man naked and that they have horrible terrible things that hang down and sometimes stand up , and that if she should ever see those things to either run away or kick them as hard as she can.

Well, This was like perking her interest even more. It was a small home and sometimes she slept with us. Tam and I would make love and forget to close the door. And the new baby came and guess what? It had a penis and soon it had balls too. Angie changed a lot of diapers, so the terrible genital thing wasn,t washing too good. Also we became close. But my fantasy started to change, now it was young girls doing the castrating. She continued to wear skirts without panties , and sit on the couch with her legs up and run around the house naked, and rub her pussy on my knee when she climbed on me. Soon I was wrestling with her and pinching and tickleing, and she loved it.

She would ask more questions, What are balls? My answer; Oh those are there for women to control men, You see men are naturally weak there, one little squeeze ,one little kick ,and you can make them do whatever you please.We would watch films of jackels in africa taking down a much larger male animal by first latching on to its testicles then the whole pack would get its nose and tear at its belly. She was fascinated. I began to tell her stories that involved castrations and how men have all their power and strength tied up in those balls that hang between their legs. I said to her though, don,t ever hurt your brother, sometimes I wondered if she heard what I said. She said "what about you, I saw you in your bed sleeping and I saw your balls." They are big and that thing was bouncing up and down while you were sleeping and I saw you in the shower I saw those didn,t I ?" " You have balls and they hang down really swing back and forth when you walk!" I said that it was true and that I was weak because I had balls. I also said that if I were kicked or slapped or punched in the balls that I'd go right down and be powerless. This she really heard, I could tell that she was dieing to find out. I cautioned her about talking to Tam about it, but she did and she was sent to me for a spanking. We faked the spanking and she mostly ground her pussy on my knee and I slapped my hands together for effect

It didn,t come as a huge suprize when she tested this information a day or two later while mom was sleeping. We were wrestling around in the living room on the couch and the floor. I would pin her down and give her a pinch on the bottom ,then pretend to be over come by her strength. She would push me over and sit on top of me. She was wearing a long tee shirt and no panties. That was her normal sleep wear. I had on a very thin pair of white pants and no shirt or under wear. She would put my arm behind my back and sit on me. She would sit on my neck and I could feel the soft skin of her pussy and smell the wonderful smell of her sweaty little body. She was worked up to a real frenzy, with little shrieks and squeals. I was hot hot hot to say the least. I was getting lots of wonderful views of her virgin little box. and the smell was like heaven. She was constantly rubbing it on my knee,elbow back of my neck ect. My pants were very loose so my hardon was occasionally poking out or being sat on and my balls were swinging around down one of my pant legs. I got on top and held her arms down. I saw it coming you know, I even had spread my legs alittle to make it easy.

She put her knee right in my groin. It was a playful hit,but it still hurt. I went over and said UGH!! Then I watched her face.

She had a beautiful look of victory on her face. I was on my back making little hurt noises and I had my knees up with my feet flat on the floor. I kept my legs spread in case she would take the bait. She did. She climbed up on on of my knees as was her habit and, gloated in her conquest. Then she gave little experimental kicks to my exposed genitals. I would wimper and plead and promise her favors, and she would gently kick and lord over me while she messaged her puss on the top of my knee. I would quiver my leg and she would giggle.

We were both lost at that point, and everything that came after was like a natural slide downhill. It had taken two steamy years of futile resitance and a thousand thunderous eruptions of ropey white sperm all over Tammy and the bed, with ten thousand mind numbing fantasies of castration but at that point my testicles were the property of a seven year old girl

To be continued