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The Early Years II By: Special I waved to my father and the hired men as the little convoy of trucks and horse-trailers paraded by the kitchen window on their way to the north pasture. I’d wanted to go with them, but mother had insisted I stay behind, undoubtedly to fulfill some obligatory chore she had in mind. I shuddered as I thought of the wretched state of my own room, and I was positive that was on her morning agenda. I was sipping on the last of my breakfast coffee as mom entered the house. “Will you please clean up the table Karin,” she says as she passes the kitchen table on her way to the phone. “I have to call Edith and tell her the men have left. We’re cutting today.” “Here! You’re going to do a cutting here?” “Yes here,” She laughed. “And before you ask…yes you can watch how we do it.” “There is a god.” I whisper as mom reaches for the phone and I begin grabbing handfuls of breakfast dishes to clear the table. I’m giddy with excitement as I walk beside mom to the tack room that’s down by a small corral. She’d already told me what her and Edith do in there with the men, but this was my first time to be invited. I’d already cut one man, an old neighbor whom I worked for, but that was it. I had a feeling that watching a couple of real pro’s in action just had to be exciting. I was also hoping that I wasn’t there just to tote the armload of linens, a pillow, and the two bags of other supplies that I carried. As we entered the dark tack room, the flick of a switch illuminated the whole room, and especially the low table that was positioned squarely in the middle, and directly below the bright light fixture attached to the ceiling. “We’ll be using the table today,” mom said, “So put a couple of the sheets on it will you. I’ll get the rest of the equipment ready. Edith has to be out of here in good time today.” “Sure.” As I laid out some sheets on the table, mom prepped her instruments and laid them out neatly on a small roll-away cart I’d never even noticed. It was like a narrow-sided stainless steel tub, with two little matching pans. A little clinical. “You know Karin, Edith told me the one she’s bringing today is really something. Young and very handsome,” mom mentions casually as she continues with her instruments. “I was thinking that perhaps you might want to get this one aroused. Only if you want to though.” “Aroused?” I asked. “You mean do what you did to Mr. Henson? Suck him?” “No…not necessarily that. Maybe leave that for when you’re more experienced. I was thinking of just using your hands. Of course more if you like.” “More?” “Yes more for heavens sake!” mom laughs. “Edith and I have both fucked and sucked guys before we cut them. They need and want to be very aroused when we cut them. You can do as you like, but what goes on in this room is our little secret.” I guess I was looking at her just a little stunned. “It’s allowed!” she laughs. “Everything is allowed when a man’s offering up his balls and begging you to cut them.” Between the talk of sex and cutting, I was quite heated. The more I thought about the guy that would soon be here, the more I thought about what my mother had just said. Even fucking was allowed, and god knows I thought about that enough lately. I was still a virgin, and knew almost nothing about actual sex. Oh I knew how it worked al right, but not exactly how it felt. Of course I’d often seen our ranch horses breeding, and from what I observed there, I wondered what all the hoopla was about, and why women gabbed on endlessly about it. What was to like about some prancing stallion with an erection mounting you, stroking three times, and then walking away with a smug look and a limp and dripping cock. It didn’t seem too exciting, and yet all I thought about was a man doing that to me. Maybe today was the day. Mom approved, and I was sure Edith would, but did I even dare to do that right in front of them? My fingers were trembling as I heard the truck pull up outside. My mind reeled in a blur of fantasy and lurid images. I was flushed with desire. Edith is a slight delicate-featured woman, and she smiled as she stepped through the tack room door. Trailing, and being led by the hand, was a man that was simply gorgeous. He was decidedly handsome, well built with fairly broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The jeans and tee he wore accentuated every manly feature, and I loved his curly mop of blond hair. Now I was horny. I managed through the brief introductions without giggling like a schoolgirl, but I was close a couple times. Kevin had a dramatic and immediate effect on me. The thought of him naked thoroughly excited me. The thought of him naked, hard, and about to get cut set my blood to boiling. My fingers were atremble as I began to remove the button down shirt I was wearing, all the while keeping my eyes glued to the manly body slowly being exposed one article of clothing at a time. I almost gasped as the doffed tee shirt revealed the slim and athletic build of Kevin, the handsomest guy I’d ever laid eyes on. I was wet by the time his hands undid the button of his jeans, and I felt flushed as his thick half-hard cock dropped from his jeans, and he revealed the full sack of oversized balls. I think both mom and Edith were as excited as I was, and neither said a word as they undressed under the I obvious gaze of Kevin. I loved how his eyes roved from woman to woman, watching intently, noticing the wonderful contrasts. Edith and I are the slender ones with the small pert breasts, but my mothers large full breasts draw his immediate attention. Thankfully his stare isn’t lingering, and I truly become aroused as he looks at me from head to toe, smiles, and I notice his cock twitch as it tries to slap against his belly. He’s throbbing hard, and all while looking at me. “I see you like the ladies,” mom laughs while running her hand over the large balls dangling below his erection. “Come on Kevin, we need to get you prepped.” Following mom’s instructions, Kevin lays on the table and places his spread legs at the very edges. Edith begins fastening down each leg with two small straps. “These restraints are not really necessary Kevin, simply a precaution, so don’t worry about anything OK?” mom says. Kevin nods his approval, and I notice him looking at me again. I move closer to the table, and I stand facing him with my breasts within very easy reach. The low table places Kevin at right about my waist, so my hand just naturally drifts to his chest. He smiles as I place my hand on him, and move it slowly just under his nipples. I hear the sound of mom’s razor, but I just look into Kevin’s eyes and continue my slow caress of his chest. “I told you he was something…didn’t I?” I heard Edith say. “These are awesome.” “The biggest I’ve seen in ages,” my mother replies quietly. “Karin, have a look now that he’s shaved.” My eyes slowly move down the rippled belly, stopping momentarily to simply gawk at Kevin’s rock hard erection, looking even larger sans the tuft of surrounding pubic hair. I never missed the little pearl of fluid forming a tiny droplet at the slit either. I moved just slightly to lean and get a better look below his cock. Edith was right about Kevin’s balls. They were very large, and gave his bag that full, pear-shaped look that only large testicles in a loose sack can. I was hot, and I got a whole lot hotter as I suddenly felt Kevin’s arm move and the next thing I knew his hand was pressed against my ass, and a finger was tracing a line of sensation down the crack toward my crotch. “Karin, if you’re not going to do anything about that big hard cock, I’ll just have to,” Edith laughed as she prepped her instruments. “If I was a young gal like you, I’d be riding that cock in a heartbeat.” Riding was exactly what I was thinking. “You needn’t be shy around us Karin,” mom laughed. “You’d be amazed at what me and Edith have done in front of each other.” “Oh if these walls could talk!” Edith chimed in. It wasn’t the urging of the women that controlled my actions, it was Kevin’s finger worming it’s way right into the wetness between my legs. Oh god it felt so good. It was Edith’s announcement of “Well I’m ready” that set me off. Without batting an eye or even thinking about what the women would think, I stepped onto a table brace and lifted myself right up, straddling Kevin and facing Edith and my mother. “You go girl!” Edith exclaimed. “Oh this is going to be good.” For only the second time in my life I touched a mans hard cock. Instinct and emotion drove my every move as I positioned the hard flared crown of Kevin’s cock against my wetness. His warmth surprised me. I didn’t have a hymen to worry about, that long ago taken care of by both horseback riding and riding the large black dildo that my mother kept tucked away in her lingerie drawer. Still, and despite my being simply drenched at the crotch, I still felt like I was being split in two as I worked more and more of Kevin’s cock into me. It was an incredible sensation. I leaned back slightly, and I felt the sudden touch of his hands on my breasts. His fingers pulled and teased at my hard nipples. Desire raced through me as I rocked slightly, and I experienced the wonderful sensation that only a hard cock can produce as it slid in and out of my tightness. The moment made even more pleasurable by my mother saying softly, “We’re all set. You have beautiful balls Kevin, are you absolutely sure you want them cut?” I thought I’d die from pleasure as Kevin moans his desperate approval and need. The need to be cut. The need to be cut at the height of arousal. The need to be cut by these beautiful women. His sudden little gasp of breath, his hands clenching my breasts, and the quick buck of his hips told me he reacted to the sudden touch of razor-edged steel to sensitive skin. The initial slit had been made, and his castration had begun. As I leaned forward to observe what was happening between Kevin’s spread legs, his hands dropped away from my breasts and settled on my waist. His fingers clenched at the skin, and he tried to force me down further onto his cock. Edith was quick, and she almost had the left testicle hanging as my mother made her initial cut. It was mesmerizing to watch the two distinct styles and techniques. Edith used rapid little nicking cuts with a razor blade to open the scrotum. My mother made a smooth cut with the scalpel. Both women carefully eased their respective balls through the small incisions, and I felt Kevin’s cock stiffen even more as he felt the women manipulate and grasp his exposed balls. With his balls laying on his thighs, I wriggled on his cock, but I dared not shake the table excessively. I watched as Edith readied a suture and slipped it loosely around the cord. Kevin was trying to thrust as he moaned and begged. My hand fell to strum across my clit as his pleas grew louder. He was pleading to be cut. “I’m going to cut the first ball Kevin,” Edith panted. “I’m going to cut off that big beautiful ball of yours. Are you ready? Do you want me to cut you Kevin?” “Yes cut!!! CUT!!” he cried out. I watched as the suture bit into the twisted cord, and a flick of the razor and Kevin’s ball lay in Edith’s palm. He bucked at the cut, and I felt the surging swell of his cock. He’d beaten me to orgasm. The flood of wet warmth was incredible as Kevin moaned and sprayed semen deep into me, and his actions triggered my own fierce orgasm. Before my eyes closed, I saw my mother squeezing the huge swollen ball between her fingers, and I heard the snicking crunch of her emasculators. Kevin’s hips lunged upward, his cock throbbing hard as the cord separated and his castration was complete. The last tremors of our mutual orgasm charged through us as my pussy clung and pulled at the last waning spurts. I pulled off Kevin’s wilting cock and flopped beside him, spent, sated, and fucked for the first time. He was hugging me as he quivered, and I knew the women were completing their close-up. I slowly pulled away from his embrace and stood beside the table, bracing myself on legs of jelly. I looked down at his shriveled cock, and I felt so pleased to have him as my first. I hope he enjoyed my being his last. |