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LbB III
Sheila spat the severed gonad into her hand and held it up like a prized gem. “See Bob, there’s you first ball, time for the second one to go.” Bob thrashed back and forth in spite of the pull on his tongue from the gauze. The gauze had picked up some slack, so Sheila retied it to keep his head still. He was making a high keening sound, which was the best he could do with his tongue nearly pulled from his head. Lydia had recovered a bit, the grin had softened and her breathing had come back almost to normal. “My turn, my turn, my turn”. She cried to Sheila in a singsong little girl voice. She grabbed the razor window scrapper and prepared to go to work. Sheila moved to Lydia’s left, and had enjoyed the hand in the rectum and vagina so much she copied the moved with Lydia’s privates. Lydia was still so excited she peed into Sheila’s hand. Then Lydia went to work with the razor. Her hand was shaking at first, but then she regained control, and started to cut. Bob’s groaning increased again, just when he thought it was safe to relax a bit. As you know there are only so many ways to turn a barn into an Opera House, but Lydia was trying to be different, she cut in a circle, so that the scrotum covering the second gonad would come off in one piece. First she traced out a line, which bleed a bit. Then she held the skin in one hand and in a sawing motion cut the sack free. Soon the skin was loose except of a little piece at the top. Oh what the hell she thought grabbed the skin and pulled it off. Bob did the jig again, but went nowhere. The second ball was free. “Sheila, I got too excited on the first one, pull it down for me, I am going to cut slowly.” Sheila reached across grabbed the hanging ball and pulled as hard as she could. Like pulling the cord on a steam whistle, Bob sounded like the 4:15 freight train coming through an intersection. Lydia begin a slow sawing motion on the cords, cut, contemplate, cut, until finally all the holding items were severed, and the gonad came free in Sheila’s hand. Sheila imitating Lydia, popped the gonad into her mouth. Lydia’s evil grin returned, as she rolled the severed gonad around in her mouth. “Sheila, its time for a pussy break.” Lydia pushed Sheila onto her back reversed herself, and lay down on top in a sixty-nine position. So there, in the blood, pee, and leftovers they made love by eating each other out. By this time they were both pretty rank, this just seemed to add to their passion. Or as they liked to say, they yodeled in each other’s canyons. Bob stayed where he was and bled. The excitement level between the two was very high and it took about twenty minutes of intense oral sex to get them both calmed down. “Bob’s a bobtail” “Yes, Bob is ball-less. “He’s a ball-less bobtail.” “A ball-less bobtail” They both dissolved in to gales laughter at these bits of silly doggerel.
Finally Lydia rolled off to catch her breath. After a couple of minutes she said: “Bob’s almost Roberta, too bad we don’t have some neat way to fuck him, before he leaves us.” “I have a great idea, dear.” Sheila hopped up. “Not that awful strap on, that’s gross.” “No, I have something much better in my bag.” Sheila dug around in her overnight case and pulled out a flexible double dong, a double headed dildo, semi hard and made of clear plastic. She returned and kneeled down by Lydia. “See you stick about six inches of this in you, then the other end in his asshole, it will be just like you had a penis, or the closest you can come to having one.” “What a great little gadget, Sheila you have such wonderful toys to play with.” Glancing at the clock she continued: “We better get to work its getting late.” Lydia resumed the position in front of Bob, all set to complete the transformation. Surprisingly he wasn’t bleeding all that badly. Lydia grabbed the penis, which still had the leather shoelace tied keeping it erect. By this time the member had turned purple. Lydia pulled down and begin to cut the skin that holds the penis to the abdomen. She cut and pulled, and cut and pulled. In no time at the entire penis was dangling down another two inches. Lydia had separated Bob’s dick almost back to the prostate gland. “Sheila, this razor isn’t big enough, be a dear, run into the kitchen in the bottom draw by the stove there is a pair of rose bush pruning shears.” Sheila ran into the kitchen. It took her some time to find the pruning shears, searching other people’s junk draws is always hard. Finally she found them and ran back into the bedroom. “Here you go hon.” “Are you ready Sheila?” Lydia stretched the penis down and pulled it tight. “Oh god yes, DO IT.” “Are you ready Bob, this is the big one you know.” Bob just groaned, he was just about out due to the pain. This one was going to get his attention. Lydia placed the pruning shears as far back against the body as possible and slowly closed the jaws. She could feel skin cutting, tendons severed and veins parting. Then the blades closed completely and she was holding the severed penis in her hand. Lydia let out a savage war hoop, got to her feet and danced around the bedroom shouting: “We did it we did.” After five minutes she begin to clam down, she held the bloody dick up in front of Bob’s eyes, so he could admire her handy work. “See Bob, your Roberta now, we have one last thing to try, then I will stop the pain for you.” The bleeding was profuse, not wanting to loose Bob until they were satisfied; the girls applied a sanitary pad to the spot where his dick had once resided to staunch the bleeding. Then the moved the frame so that it was propped against the bed, Bob face down, they removed the strap-on from his ass. “Okay Sheila, how do I use that thing.” “I’ll help you.” With the double dong in one hand Sheila pulled Lydia to her and begin a long deep kiss. The other hand was busy working about eight inches of the dong into Lydia’s cunt. “That feels really super.” Sheila then positioned Lydia between Bob’s legs and placed the other end in his asshole. “There you go dear, fuck away.” Which is exactly what she did. The sensation was incredible, maybe she might get one of these for future use with her girl friends. Lydia had always shied away from “tools” and the lesbians that used them, perhaps this should be re-thought. Five minutes of punishing Bob’s ass, and Lydia came. They switched positions and Sheila took her turn on the hole. As with Lydia the sensation, plus the utter perversity of the situation and she came again, then again, finally stopping from exhaustion. They both sat down on the floor, catching their breath and recovering a bit. Neither had eaten or drank anything since breakfast. They were hot, tired, and stank. “Well, that’s about it, has this been fun or what.” Sheila said. “You’re right, this was a marvelous idea, and we gave Bob and extra day of life, I hope he enjoyed it as much as we did. I think its time now.” The flipped the frame over one last time, and agreed that once they dispatched Bob, they would get cleaned up and have some dinner. “I’ll do the honors here Sheila, after all he was my husband.” She untied the gauze from Bob’s tongue, and was surprised when it didn’t pull right back into his mouth. In fact he had ripped all the tendons loose in his thrashing. “Roberta, you have had quite an experience today, you going to leave now. You should thank Sheila for all the fun we have had today, but I don’t think you can speak. Keep in mind how secure I will be with the money you got me.” Then she leaned over and whispered something in his ear, as much as was possible, Bob grinned a little. Lydia caressed his brow, and then put her hand on his throat shutting off blood to the brain. Bob passed out in about thirty seconds; Lydia stuffed the swollen tongue back into his mouth and pushed it down his throat. Unable to breath or cough the tongue free, Bob suffocated in about three minutes. Of course there was a lot of body movement, but finally he was still. “Let’s cut him loose and get him in the tube. Then something to eat I’m starved.” Sheila helped they cut his hands and ankles free. Slid Bob’s body into the construction tube and positioned it so there was about six inches of space at each end. They wanted to get him inside before his body stiffened. “Sheila would you be a dear, and go put a frozen pizza in the oven, we can leave the drop cloth until later. I need a moment alone with Bob.” “Sure will.” Sheila headed for the kitchen. She rummaged through the freezer compartment found a pizza, unwrapped it turned the stove on and put it in the oven to cook. Her body odor was incredible, she was even offending herself. She walked back into the bedroom, no Lydia. “Where are you?” Lydia stepped out from behind the door with a reed wrapped Chianti bottle, and in her best imitation of a baseball player trying to hit a home run, she hit Sheila in the back of the head. Sheila dropped to the floor like a stone. “Still more work to do tonight, busy, busy, busy, a woman’s work is never done.” Lydia said aloud to herself as she prepared for the next step. frb
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