They wanted to hold the gala event at The Tavern-On-The-Green Restaurant, in New York’s Central Park, as, since it was an evening function, they wouldn’t be able to hold it in the sylvan setting in the country, they’d used for the big Gelding Reception. But the Tavern management passed on hosting it, when they found out the nature of the party! Too bad! So they decided to hire a private Party-Boat, that could spend the evening cruising around Manhattan, romantically under the stars, with complete security. Tracy arranged the catering and everything with the Cruise-Line, and was assigned one of the nicest, newer boats, called "The M.V. (Motor Vessel) Cornucopia." The ever-alert, randy, Tracy, immediately picked-up on the name, and secured permission to have an identically-sized "P" made, to cover-up the "C", thereby re-naming it, for the evening, "The M.V. Pornucopia." She even went to the length of re-doing the horn-of-plenty’s logo of over-flowing fruits and vegetables. Cucumbers, zucchinis, and carrots were covered-over with little wooden, painted, cut-outs of stiff penises. Whereas, apples, onions, plums, and the like, became refillable balls! God bless that her new humpy, whom she’d latched-onto, after castrating her previous one, for her new strap-on, was an art-student at Cooper Union, in the City! Tracy also ordered a large ice-sculpture of a hugely-erect cock and balls, similar to the one they’d had carved for the Gelding Reception. This time, though, she had the carver fit the big shaft and cock-head with clear plastic tubing, which would pump-out nicely-chilled Margaritas all evening! Both Sharon, Gloria, and the suturing nurse, Amanda, complimented Tracy on her creativity, when they saw the party preparations that night.

Tracy grinned and replied, "Hey, I LOVE this job!~ Unlike being an office-temp at Kelly Services, where else can a horny, seventeen-year-old girl, get started learning a neat business like this, get laid by huge cocks, several times a day, and have this much fun, at the same time?" The girls had to agree...

The Authenticock crew showed-up at the boat, at 5:00 O’clock, for the scheduled 6:00 PM arrivals, and began arranging the furniture, flowers, and decorations, the way they wanted them. They gave the music coordinator a selection of sensuous CD’s and cassettes, placed aroma-therapy candles all-about, and did a last-minute check of the catering selections, and cash-bar cocktails and wines. Tracy’s wonderful, phallic, Margarita-"dispenser" would be complimentary! The individually-labeled boxes of the strap-ons and dildos, together with several cases of their home-made faux-sperm, for the refillable balls, were carefully stashed in an adjoining pantry, for easy access. A little before 6:00, the first guests began arriving, and all was ready, and looked stunning. Everyone arrived in a jovial and fun mood, having seen the "new" name of the boat, and the horn-of-plenty logo, on the walk up the entrance ramp. They KNEW they were in for a good time!

Two of the first arrivals, were the bride and groom, Selena and Endymion, from the now-notorious Wedding. The Authenticock gals were a little surprised to see Endymion show up, as, in their experience, the genital-donors rarely appeared at the strap-on parties. But Endymion was a good sport, and felt he was somewhat responsible for all these ladies’ new strap-ons, after some thirty-odd guys had contributed their packages at his wedding. Within a half-hour, nearly all the invitees had arrived, with a surprising number of male guest/dates, as well as the clients’ girl-friends. The caterers passed-around delicious hors d’oeuvres, champagne, and Margarita cocktails, as the ladies with male guests, introduced them to Sharon, Gloria, and Tracy, to be signed-up for "gender-alteration", as the evening’s entertainment. These were the girls who, at the Gelding Reception, had requested multiple-cock fittings for their strap-ons, and in the ensuing two weeks, had talked these new humpies, into contributing their packages for the cause!

Gloria announced that the sumptuous buffet dinner was served, and all the guests moved to the groaning buffet-board of Prime Rib of Beef, Veal Wellington, Oysters Rockefeller, Swordfish-en-crute, Cornish Hen, and assorted delicious, fresh vegetables and treats. The waiters trotted around with a choice of a chilled, vintage Chardonnay, or a lovely, vintage, California Merlot.

While the guests were dining, the Authenticock crew busied themselves, bringing-out all the boxes of strap-ons, and their accompanying real-cock dildos and balls, labeled for each of the ladies. Tracy carried out a case of her faux-sperm, to show the girls how that was used, in the refillable balls.

As the guests finished dining, Tracy brought each package to it’s owner, at her table, and the fun began, as the wrappings were torn off, and the excitement hit a peak, from cheers of "Yay! THAT’S what I wanted!", "Great, now I can do my big humpy 24/7!", to "Wow! Check-out THAT whanger!" Gloria went to the microphone, trying to briefly restore some order. "I hope you’re all pleased with your new strap-ons! Note our unique leather harnesses have four straps, instead of the usual three. This way, you avoid having an uncomfortable, thong-like, strap up your ass, and instead, it leaves your pussy and anus available for pleasuring from your partner or partners." THAT set-off winks, cheers of approval, and a couple of under-the-butt hand gropes! "Another unique feature, of course," Gloria went on, "Are these refillable balls, you’ve all been asking about. Here, on the bottom of each set is the little, screwable, stainless-steel cap to refill both balls at once. It has a tiny O-ring, preventing any leakage, no matter how hard you squeeze your balls, and pump your faux-sperm into your humpy. And remember, with two totally-hollow balls, you can pump two or three times as much sperm into your partner, than your boy-friend ever could, into you! The faux-sperm, by the way, is always available from us, in these special thin-plastic, pint bottles with the pointed nozzles, to facilitate drip-free filling. We’ve included a complimentary pint bottle in the package with your strap-on. The recipe is simple, and is included with each order, if you prefer to make it yourself. To make-up a quart, at home, you should mix half corn-syrup, and a couple of table-spoons of salt, with half warm-water, thickened with a little corn-flour, or arrowroot. That will give you a nice, natural mixture, which won’t irritate the lining of your or your partner’s vagina — that’s important! — while, at the same time, is nice and thick, and tastes sweet, and a little tiny-bit salty — just like real sperm! And it’s no-sweat to douche-out, with water and a little vinegar, and maybe a drop of cologne, to get your horny pussy tidied-up, and ready for your next humpy!" That idea set-off another cheer from the ensemble. "And, of course, last, but not least, I’m sure the feel and realism of the dildo, which you helped cut-off your boy-friend, is not lost on you! You’ll notice how hard it is, while the skin still has that soft smoothness it had when you last saw it banded, and still-attached to your humpy. It’s still shiny, with it’s stiffness, with the veins standing-out prominently, like they did when you last fucked him, and sliced it off him! Every thick inch is still there for you to enjoy, only now you can do it 24/7, if you have the stamina! You don’t have to wait for weekends, for him to show up, or get it up, or to discover he’s got-it-up some other lady of the moment! You now have the best of all possible worlds! SO ENJOY! Have another Margarita from our ejaculating ice-cock, while the waiters clear-away the tables, then get your clothes off, and get to trying-out your new toys, and don’t forget to fill-up your balls!"

That’s all the girls, and the few guys, wanted to hear! The clothes went flying, and the girls frantically fumbled with their faux-sperm bottles to get their balls filled. Soon all manner of strap-ons, sporting their huge real-cock dildos, were waving-around, as the girls found nesting sites, on available sofas, bent-over chairs, or simply on the floor. Girls who had brought humpies to be cut, slid the new real-cock dildos into their girl-friends, while the guys busied themselves getting blowjobs, if their big pricks weren’t hard already. In no time, the men were fucking the cute butts of either the girl they came with, or HER girlfriend!

The boat crew and dallying-waiters, stood in the entrance to the galley, and couldn’t believe what they were seeing! This didn’t exactly happen on their standard, Merrill Lynch office-party cruises! The Captain let out a whistle, and got the "Pornucopia" under-way for the three-hour cruise around the Island. Over forty rutting couples, including Tracy, Sharon, Gloria, and Amanda, the hosts, with their new girlfriends, fucked like bunnies, issuing various moans and groans, and raunchy screams of encouragement, which got higher-pitched, when one of them came, or got a load of sperm shot into her! One superbly-hung, young guy with a huge set of balls, fired a volley up his date’s tight ass, and then stood-up, downed another Margarita, and announced to all, that if this was to be his last night intact, as his girl-friend wanted, he was going to fire his nuts into as many humpies, with vacant orifices, as he could find! "Hey, do ME! Do ME!" some of the gals hollered, as they waved their hand, or raised-up, looked back, over their shoulder, and saw his rampant, twelve-inch erection. One horny, who was sitting on her girl friend’s enormous dildo, currently buried up her ass, pointed at her empty, dripping pussy, waved him over, grabbed his huge cock, and rammed it up her cunt, as the grinning guy dropped to his knees, and sank every stiff-inch into her in one thrust!

The ever-horny, teen-tart, Tracy, saw THAT go-down, and yelled that SHE need a little double-penetration action herself. Nearby, on another couch, a buff-looking guy heard her, after he’d finished squirting a load into the humpy who’d brought him for cutting. He pulled his monster, still-erect prick, out of the girl’s dripping butt, with an audible "pop". Then got up and strolled over to the young teen, who was fucking her girlfriend, but reached up and gripped his organ tightly. "Gad, this beauty must be a good ten or eleven-inches long!," exclaimed Tracy, "And, my God ... Look how wonderfully THICK it is! There’s no feeling like having a big, really-thick dick stretching my pussy! And THIS dick is awesome! Here, let me lick it and suck it, ‘till it’s totally juicy, and then ram it straight up my tight coozie, while I’m nailing my girl-friend." And that’s just what happened! When she was ready for him to shoot into her, she reached back and squeezed his full balls, just like she did with her refillable ones. As he jammed his huge, ejaculating cock into her, Tracy, in turn, used his violent thrusts to ram her OWN dildo to the very bottom of her humpy’s thirsty vagina, as they all came in gigantic, screaming orgasms, with the pistoning cocks pumping monster loads of sperm, and had cum and cunt juices spraying out of the girls' pussies, and drenching the rutting couples all around them.

This went-on for the better part of an hour, with the non-stop, ensemble fornication, going on like there was no tomorrow — which, for the guys, unfortunately, was the truth! The only break in the bawdy couplings, came when someone either needed to refill her balls, take a pee-break, or grab another cocktail. The boat’s head-maintenance guy sat on a barstool, near the Margarita-spewing ice-cock, taking in the scene, and shaking his head at the revelers’ endurance. Checking out the sperm and pussy-juice-covered floor and furniture, he called-up the Union on his cell-phone, and left a message, to have double the usual clean-up crew, show up in the morning!

After screwing themselves into oblivion, Both Gloria and Sharon looked at their watches at almost the same time, and gave each other a high-sign, as they staggered to their feet. Gloria spoke first, "Hey, we’re better than half-way through the evening! We ought to break- out the guillotine, the elastrators, and all, and get these guys castrated for their girl-friends’ strap-ons, while they can still walk! They both strolled back to the pantry, and carried-back the handsome genital guillotine, it’s catch-basket, the elastrators, a little bag of a hundred of the tiny, green, rubber-donuts, and two lethally-sharp, concave-bladed cutting knives. They set the six-feet-tall guillotine in the front of the room, and put all of their extra equipment on an adjoining table. As the crowd was pretty-much in a state of exhaustion, it was not difficult getting their attention. Tracy joined her Authenticock crew, and tapped on her empty Margarita glass with a castration knife.

Tracy indicated to him that he should lay-down on his back, on the bench, while Sharon fitted one of the tiny, green-rubber castration bands, onto the four prongs of the elastrator, and squeezed the handles, to open-up the tight band as fully as possible. Gloria tried to help wiggle his massive glans back and forth to pop it through the stretched band, but the head was just too big, and the band only got about half-way down, to the flared rim of his cock-head. Tracy saw the problem, and quickly used her special technique for huge dongs, that worked back in the Authenticock office, as well as at the gelding reception. She bent down, stuffing as much of the great head into her little, teen mouth as she could, and bit firmly into it with her sharp teeth.

The guy let out a loud yelp, while his humpy cut-in with, "Hey, don’t bite-off the head of his cock! That won’t look too nice in my strap-on!"

"No worries!," interjected Tracy, sounding like the Aussie, Steve Irwin, with his snapping crocodiles ... "That’ll just take a little starch out of his goods, so we can get the bands down on him!" And, it worked! Between Sharon shoving down hard on the gaping band, and Tracy wiggling his glans back and forth, she’d taken just enough steam out of his rampant erection, to where the first band finally popped over the flared ridge, and down onto the stiff shaft itself. Tracy scooped some pre-cum out of the urethra at the tip of his prick, lubricating the shaft enough to permit passage of the stretched band all the way down to the very root of his mighty penis.

Sharon looked at his girl-friend, as she released her grasp on the elastrator’s handles, saying, "OK, sweetie now watch this!" With her two strong hands, she forced the tool’s prongs down, another half-inch into his groin, stretching the skin on the impossibly-stiff prick, to it’s max, causing the beautiful cock to positively shine, in the lights of the room; and the now-prominent veins of his shaft to stand-out in high-relief. Then instructed his humpy, "Ok, now use your long finger-nail to pop the tight, little band off the prongs, and into his doomed cockmeat, sealing the fate of this magnificent prick, and showing you the great size of it, that will be, finally, in your super strap-on!" The girl did as asked, and the tight band snapped shut on his stiff cock. Then Sharon and Tracy had to repeat their performance on the second band, which, because of how the first band swelled his prick, was even more difficult. But they got the job done, leaving a little, quarter-inch chopping-space between the bands, for the blade to pass. Finally they had the challenge of double-banding his huge balls. As Sharon held the elastrator maximumly open, Tracy pushed his full balls, one-at-a-time,  through the loop with her thumbs. The second band was, naturally, more difficult, as the first ball’s scrotal skin, took-up so much space in the band. Tracy had to push the second ball so hard with her thumbs, that she was afraid of popping it, as she’d had happen before. But this time she eventually got it through, with the guy’s humpy pulling his dangerously-distorted ball-sack back and forth, until it slipped through the tight band.

"OK, sweetie," advised Tracy, squeezing his full scrotum, "Your boy-friend’s ready for harvesting!" She led him up to the guillotine by his now-purple, and chilling prick. Gloria pulled up the shining, angled-edged, twenty-pound blade by its drop-cord, as Sharon secured the trip-mechanism at the top cross-bar. Tracy fed his rampant cock and huge balls through the hole in the base, and asked his humpy to secure the belt-straps around his back and butt, thus holding him tight against the guillotine. After securing the top-half of the hole-unit, holding his genitals tight, Tracy then tied the stretching-cord around his cock and balls, pulling them out as far a possible from his body, until the quarter-inch gap between the little castration bands, lined-up perfectly with the blade’s chopping groove in the base of the unit. She secured the cord around the cleat in the front, below the catch-basket. She then, ceremoniously handed his humpy the trip-cord, with, "OK, babe, he’s ‘Ready for Freddie’! Any last words for him before you cut-off this magnificent package?"

"Well, honey, it’s almost a shame to chop-off this beauty,!" As she patted his massive, throbbing prick. "But, look how much action it’s going to get in my great double-dildo strap-on! You’ll be in more pussy than you EVER would have been in your normal life! And these big babies...," she said, as she reached-in and squeezed his fabulous balls, "will be pumping gallons of cum into me and my girl-friends! Oh, I can’t WAIT!" And she didn’t, as she looked him straight in the eye, with a big grin, winked, and yanked the cord. In less than two seconds, the heavy, shining-chrome blade, raced down the vertical channels, and sliced through his mighty prick and ball-sack, like butter, severing the thick cock-meat muscles, and down through the sperm-ducts of his bulging nut-sack, finally landing with a loud thud on the blade’s stop-block. The huge, severed package quivered for a moment, toppled over, and slid, head-first, down the polished ramp, until it plopped into the little, waiting, wicker catch-basket, as a rousing cheer went-up from the breathless crowd!

The now-eunuch’s, now-former, girlfriend cheered louder than anybody, as she high-fived Tracy, Sharon, Gloria, and even nurse Amanda, who had moseyed over, and led the genitally-challenged young gent off to be sutured. Tracy picked-up the full wicker-basket, and, with a dramatic flourish, presented it to the salivating humpy, with, "It seems your package has been delivered, Madame!" The ensemble got a good laugh out of that, as the waiters, trotted-around with more silver-trays of Margaritas for the naked revelers.

Tracy downed hers in one gulp, looked at her watch, and began tapping on the empty stem-glass with her castration knife. "OK, folks, before we get too out-of-hand, don’t forget we still have ten gentlemen who have kindly agreed to forfeit their precious goodies to their entirely-horny humpies! Let’s geld them in order of size, starting with the other two I’ve already measured. Sharon will mix- around with her ruler and clipboard, and measure the rest of the "donors."

Gloria and Tracy began double-banding all the guys, as Sharon drew-up the list, in order of the length of their cocks. Anyone not fully-erect, got blow-jobs from their humpies, until they were hard, before Sharon would measure them! The girls obviously had known what they were looking for, for their strap-ons, as the shortest dude was nine-and-a-half-inches long, and two-inches thick! Once they were all double-banded, their girl-friends, led them to the guillotine, by their incredibly stiff and shining penises, in descending order of size. Tracy had her routine down-pat, as she had the fellas’ humpies move them gently into the guillotine, and strap them in, while she raised the razor-sharp, angled blade, to where Sharon could secure the cord at the top cross-bar, to the hair-trigger trip mechanism. She would then reach-through from the front, tie their cocks and balls with the stretch-cord, and fit their packages into the half-holed bottom block, followed by clamping-down the matching, half-holed top block. Then she would pull the stretch-cord, until Sharon indicated that the quarter-inch cutting slot between the little green donuts, was positioned directly over the lethal blade’s chopping groove in the base, whereupon Tracy wrapped a few figure-eights of the cord around the cleat, beneath the little wicker basket, to hold their baskets in place. After that, it was just the formality of presenting the trip-cord to the guy’s girl-friends, and listening to hear their final good-byes to their humpies’ huge, shining cocks, and ballsacks full of bulging testicles.

Most of the girls were so excited, they had their free-hand yanking on their stiff clits, while the other hand couldn’t pull the lethal cords fast enough! One girl looked her humpy in the eye, and said, "Well, sweetie, just think, now you can cancel your subscriptions to Playboy and Penthouse, and toss-out all your Jenna Jameson video-tapes, ‘cause now, you’ll have nothing to jerk-off WITH!", as she grinned, and yanked the cord.

Another girl, after pulling the cord, reached into the basket, lifted out her humpy’s stiff, eleven-inch cock and attached balls, sat down on the floor, turned the huge prick-head towards her dripping pussy, and rammed it full-length into herself in one thrust. Her girl-friend got down, gripped the full ball-sack, and used it to pump the big cock in and out of her wet cunt, until she came, screaming, with a gush of juice, shooting out of her hot pussy.

One of the gals, who was looking to get one of Authenticock’s notorious triple-dildo strap-ons, got her two humpies banded, and ready for chopping, while she stood naked, next to them, in her strap-on, with her first real-cock, stuffed up her pussy, and the two empty socket-holes in the front, waiting for these two guys to forfeit their beautiful, glistening penises, and bloated nuts. Both guys were sporting practically-identical, twelve-inch pricks, rampantly-erect, and shining with their tightly-stretched, banded cock-skins, now turning purple, with prominent, bulging-veins. Tracy squeezed their huge balls, as she pulled on them, to lead them up to the guillotine. "This gent’s nuts are a little bigger," said Tracy, indicating the man on the right, with each of their bulging nutsacks in either hand. "Let’s cut him first!"

"Good idea," the girl-friend responded, as she strapped the chosen-one into the rig. Tracy and her crew totally-nullified both guys in less than two minutes, as she handed the little wicker basket, brimming with the two giant sausages and nuts, to the girl-friend, who immediately grabbed one in each hand, and started alternately sucking the huge, flared cock-heads, as nurse Amanda led the guys away, with their flat, empty crotches, to be sutured-up. Gloria collected both packages from the girl, tagged each, and stacked them, with all the others, in her little, portable refrigerator.

The next-to-last couple, moved up in line, as the girl turned to Tracy, and asked, "You remember when you took-on those five guys at-a-time, at the gelding reception? I’d like to fuck this hung-humpy one last time, like you did, and use the castration knife to slice-off his goods, just as he comes. He shoots huge loads, and I want to see his cockless-urethra pumping out giant spurts of sperm, into the air for the last time!"

"Jesus! THAT sounds hot!," blurted-out Tracy. "Ya ... Let’s do it!" Her pussy began to tingle deep-inside her, just at the thought! She led the fellow over to the castration bench, by his banded prick, and asked him to lay on his back, as his still-erect, ten-and-a-half-inch cock stood straight up-right, and waved in the air. As his humpy straddled the bench, preparatory to fucking him, Tracy bent-down and grasped his huge member at the root. "Wait a sec.," she cautioned the girl, "I’d best lube his beautiful dick up for you!," as she impaled her wide-stretched, little teen mouth down on his rampant prick. She jammed as much of his stiff erection, down her throat as possible, as she swished-around as much spit, with her tongue, as she could muster.  At that point, she took a deep breath, and slid his massive cock fully-down her throat, inch-by-inch, until he was totally-imbedded in her mouth, and her lips came in contact with his castration bands. She fantasized that if she bit-down now, with her sharp teeth, whether she could bite his whole dick off at the root. But then she collected herself, and thought that his humpy might be upset that she didn’t get to do it, with the knife, as she’d requested.

"Wow!," the girl-friend said. "For a seventeen-year-old girl, you can deep-throat with the BEST of them! There’s no way I could ever get that much of his big meat down MY throat."

Tracy smiled, as best she could, and slowly withdrew her mouth, as her eyes watered a little, and the swollen glans cleared her lips. "Hey, we always say that a guy’s last blow-job ought to be a good one!"

The man re-affirmed to Tracy, "Well, kid, that was a good one! I was afraid you were going to try to bite it clean-off!"

"Don’t think it didn’t cross my mind!," replied Tracy, with a wink.

The humpy broke-in, "Well, you certainly got him moistened-up, as well as stiffened-up! ... MY TURN!," she hollered, with a big grin. She straddled his now-throbbing organ, as Tracy helpfully reached under her and guided the big, purple head of his weapon into the girl’s dripping vulva. The huge head slipped-in, and she bent her knees, and dropped-down, driving the entire ten-and-a-half inches, fully into her churning cunt in one thrust! The ever-horny, Tracy was so hot by now, that she was twisting her little clit with one hand, while she stuck three fingers up her twat with the other.

The girl-friend ground her foaming pussy down on her humpy’s thick cock, burying the hugely-flared head to the very bottom of her tight vagina, with each drop, as he continued thrusting up into her.  She knew he wanted to cum, but wasn’t going to able to, with the tight double-bands on the base of his big prick, until she got it cut-off and pumping. She grabbed his chilling balls, and squeezed them for all she was worth. That always got him shooting! And it did! He started groaning, and his nuts unsuccessfully tried to contract-up to the top of his scrotum, as the girl called for the knife. That set Tracy off, as she flopped down on a couch, and squeezed her clit and her hard nipples, in the throws of a strong climax. Gloria helped the girl fit the wickedly-sharp, curved blade of the castration knife, between the two little bands at the root of his heavy, throbbing penis. Her tight cunt gripped it firmly, and gave her the leverage she needed. She looked-back at him, over her shoulder, at the height of his orgasm, saying only, "Say good-bye to this big beauty, sweetie! The next pussy this will be in, will be at the other-end of my double-dildo strap-on!" With that, she raised herself up an inch, so she didn’t accidently cut her clit off, gripped the knife with both hands, and ripped it upwards, slicing through his shining, thick, cockmeat, until the knife completed it’s journey, tearing through the top edge of his mighty prick, and into the air, while the grinning girl screamed a loud, "GOT IT!"

Tracy put her orgasm on hold, as best she could, as she hurriedly told the girl, "Scootch-back a bit, and watch his urethra now, where his dick just came off!" Sure enough, powerful jets of cum shot out in all directions, with no cock to direct them. Huge gouts of hot sperm ejaculated several feet into the air, as his shattering orgasm wracked his body, creating a veritable shower of cum. That set Tracy off again, as her shuttering orgasm kicked back-in, while she felt herself being bathed in spraying ball-juice.

After a few minutes, the guy finally seemed to slow-down a bit, and his randy humpy asked, "How can he DO that, when he’s still got that one band on his groin?"

Tracy reached over with both hands, and began alternately squeezing his packed balls, to keep the sperm squirting. "The band stops the blood from coming out, ‘cause the pressure in the vessels and arteries, is not very strong. But the urethra, located practically in the center of the penis, is deep-enough-in from the constricting band, that the much-more powerful prostate and surrounding muscles, can punch-out the ejaculate, and send it shooting, like you see! ... I can’t believe you’ve got me in the middle of a medical discussion, while this poor bastard is pumping-out the last of his manhood! Speaking of manhood, he seems to have about run-out of seed! let’s completely finish him! Get your knife between those two little green donuts, on the base of his ball-sack, while I stretch these nuggies out for you. You did a did a great job ripping his big dick off ... Now let’s see you do the same, with this nice set of nuts in one great slice!"

As the guy writhed in pain from losing his cock, he watched as his humpy gleefully fitted the curved blade between his scrotum-bands, and he gritted his teeth, as she took a deep breath, and jerked the sharp knife upwards, cutting through the ball-sack, sperm ducts, testicular muscles and vessels, like they were butter, as the knife flew into the air. The muscles, deep in the girl’s cunt, convulsed so strongly in an instant climax, that her humpy’s severed prick, shot straight-out of her pussy, like a rocket, directly into Tracy’s bare left breast. Between Tracy starting to fall backwards, anyway, from pulling on his departed balls, plus getting hit with the flying cock, that was enough to knock her down, onto her cute, naked butt, with a thud!

She howled with laughter, as she waved his bulging nut-sack with one hand, and his shining prick with the other, saying, "I never drop my package!" That broke the rapt tension, and everyone started laughing ... including the "donor" on the cutting bench!

Meanwhile, back at the guillotine, Sharon had the final couple ready for the cutting event. Just before the stunning girl pulled the cord on her boy-friend’s throbbing, nine-and-a-half-inch boner and packed nuts, dooming her humpy’s sex-life, she whispered, loudly, to him, so all could hear, "I know you’ve been trying to get into all my cute girl-friends’ pants all-along! Well, now, when I’ve got this beauty, mounted onto my double-dildo strap-on, your big dick will be into more of their pussies, pumping loads of sperm into them, than you could ever have fantasized in a thousand wet-dreams!" Whereupon, she wrapped the end of the trip-cord around the tip of his index finger, shoved it deep up her twat, and, holding his hand in there, backed away, as the cord tightened, the blade dropped, and he severed his own cock and balls!

When they rolled into the little, wicker-basket, an exultant cheer went up from the horny crowd, many of whom had long-since resumed fucking each other, as they casually watched the heavily-hung guys getting their packages sliced-off, one after-another.

Sharon looked at her watch, as she felt the boat docking back into their departure slip. She announced that since everyone had gotten their new toys, and they were obviously pleased with them, the way they’d been screwing their brains out, for the past three hours, and since all the new guys had been sliced & diced, and especially since the ejaculating ice-cock, had run out of Margaritas, that the evening was officially over. Amid a few groans of disappointment, she suggested they get dressed, and that Gloria had their bills for the strap-ons, ready for them. Nurse Amanda finished suturing-up the new "donors’" empty, banded crotches, and Tracy started stacking the new harvest of tagged cocks and balls, onto dry-ice in their insulated, Igloo cooler, for shipment to Phoenix, the next day. Gloria announced that the new, second-half of their double or triple dildos, would be ready for their strap-ons, in a couple of weeks, and that she’d be getting a hold of them, by phone, then. The ensemble paid their bills with checks, left tips for the boat crew, thanked the Authenticock girls, and everyone departed with a big smile on their face, except for, maybe, the guys,..... who left, looking somewhat bewildered, genital-free, and date-less, wondering whether they’d done the right thing here .....