I guess I broke him. The night we met, I flirted shamelessly, flashing bits unashamedly. Jess, who was really still my bitch, though we hadn't slept together for ages at that time (she never 'brought me off'), told me I was a 'slut for men'. History shows that was an ironical comment. Anyhow, big Phil was fast becoming my puppy! That night I let him finger me out the back, he really just probed & fumbled, but I could feel his huge straining penis in his jeans which made me sooo wet!

Next day (Sunday) he called me, and I told him I wasn't busy, which was true, and he should come over & book a room at the local motel so we could spend the day having sex. Which he did. What can I say... he was hopeless in the sack. He was trying to fuck me like some sort of machine, I had to tell him to slow down. I remember my sweet tight little pussy felt chafed & raped. I wasn't happy. I still hadn't cum. I told Phil all this & playing with his flaccid cock, asked if he'd go down on me... he was hard again instantly! I made him lick his own cum out of me!

Jess had gone down on me countless times, but could never prepare me for what was about to happen... she just seemed to lick, kiss & fondle, Phil made it seem as if he wanted to swallow my whole cunny! He was sucking my whole giny at once, sucking... licking... poking with his tongue. He was tongue-begging me, his unattended penis hard & swinging between his legs. He saw me looking at it, my juices all over his face! Fuck I came. Over & over, all pent up inside... I wacked him on the head & told him to tongue-fuck me, which he did. Phil gave me my first real orgasm, unexpectedly. I was cruel to him then, I was finished but he still wanted to fuck. Poor bastard. I remember laying on the bed, touching my engorged pussy, still quivering, a whole new experience for me. Phil stood up, telling me this & that, his huge penis pointing toward the ceiling. He went & had a shower & left. I guess he wanked himself in there.

I was hooked! My pussy ached, I was constantly wet, he rang, I teezed. Looking back, I was pretty hot in those days, and held the attention of quite a few of my peers, and the jealousy of some real bitches. Jess became a real slut, I think she even gave Phil a free headjob, not that I really cared because I knew he was so hot for me - like I'd uncovered his little secret & he wanted to keep pulling the blanket back.

We got into a routine, he'd suck me off & I'd give him a hand-job. I liked his penis, but when he put it in me, he became a different man, like a monster. I never let him come inside because I didn't want to get pregnant, unless I was married. Over a few years, we experimented more & more. We got married with all the pretentiousness, white dress, prim white tuxedo... I made him lick me before he could even undo his tie! Laying back on our wedding bed, in my flowing white dress, I made him remove my thong & pleasure me fully with his tounge. I came in his mouth as usual. Then, because it was our wedding night, I wrapped my garter around & around his testicles like Kate did to Warren in the garage. I wanked my new husband off across the motel carpet & made him clean it up.

Phil eventually got me pregnant. We had a boy & he really doesn't come into all this, except to say I love him. Phil however got worse as the years went on. He used to buy porn... magazines & then videos. Sex became a Sat night ritual... watch a porno together, Phil'd eat me & I'd pull him off. (I didn't want to get pregnant again -). One time, after I had our baby, he said I was 'stretched'. That was the last time for him, sad fucker.

I couldn't ever get Warren out of my head, and the porn made it all the more real. Blokes are weird. I started seeing Kate again socially, and talking to her about Phil. She was pretty blunt. Her girlfriend wasn't much help either... I think she was jealous of me & Kate.

By this time, in our early 30's, I was a little bit distanced from my old man. He'd filled out, but still buff... I however jogged & worked out regularly, dressed well, looked after myself & got lots of nice comments. Women especially hit me when I was out with little x. -??? I still had a soft spot for my friend Jess, & sometimes we'd go 'out' together. After Phil, she could give me an orgasm, but never the big earth shattering O. I used to let her try...! Phil has always been hopeless in nearly everything he ever attempted, except eating pussy. In that he is a god. You can have no idea. He is the Brad Pitt of pussy eating!!

It was like he was obsessed. Before we were married, I would use my hair bands. I was nervous at first (horney as hell), & put them around his penis. He told me: not there... there...(around his balls). Warren flooded back to me, my little puppy! We got a puppy, and when he was 6mths old, after much delightful, spirited discussion, I took him to the Vet & got him fixed. She let me watch, unsurprised, & we joked about our hubbies. Later that night I related the whole experience to Phil, the cutting, opening & tying off... the testicles in the dish etc. - he seemed engrossed for once, I made him massage my feet & rubbed him off. All women know about the power of testicles... & after he'd gone to bed... rubbed myself! Mmmm. Our dog is simply perfect!

I think I always knew what I wanted after Warren washed my hair so lovingly... like I could cut his balls out & he would kiss my feet anyway! Phil was exactly the same, only more so... one night, I'd had a few bourbons, & Phil was massaging my feet (our regular foreplay), but he kept hitting a sore nerve on my ankle... for him this became a game, I gripped his balls with my left hand, & feigned to whack him with my right. He just grinned, like it was a big game, and squeezed my sore ankle - bad move buddy! I didn't want any more kidz, & took my animosity out on his unfortunate testicles with one good whack! He went to water, curling up into a ball. But I noticed his penis went into a huge erection. Some minutes later, he kissed me, a-apparently forgiving me...! and I slowly rubbed his huge erection off.

After that time, I really think Phil became my pet. I really started inflicting pain on his poor balls, regularly, fascinated at his sudden erections... and making him pet me for more pain! I was working in a good job at the local Council office, and he was mostly looking after our bub.

The more I'd make him do the more excited he seemed to get! -I'd get him to run me a bath b4 I got home... I'd be frolicking in the bathtub & he'd be cooking dinner! After dinner he'd eat me off!

By this time of our marriage, we weren't talking a lot. I was working, Phil was doing fuck-knows-what. All he seemed to want was alcohol, playstation, & my pussy. Well fuck him. -The games I played became more & more unreserved...

At work I did some research & found EA & other sites celebrating the castrating of men. We had our baby now, and I made it very clear to Phil that I would like to take his testicles away. For months he played along with my ultimate fantasy...