Willie

“Could I see your ‘willie’?” She asked hesitantly, peering into my eyes something like a puppy craving attention. Any chance for intellectual analysis was immediately placed under house arrest in my horny brain by an army of seething hormones. “Yeah-” I replied, almost breathlessly, and with an outward lack of emotion that gave no indication of the incredibly intense feelings I was experiencing. Almost shaking, I fumbled to undo my jeans and remove them as quickly as I could without appearing unbalanced. She actually had to help me, I felt a little silly, but any shame I felt was overpowered by lust, evidenced by my almost dripping dick.

Completely devoid of lower garments, I settled back on the couch and spread my legs, sliding down a little as I did. With my right hand I pushed back the layer of fat I’d always been so ashamed of to properly display my turgid organ. I was so aroused the obstacle presented little problem, and my dick jutted out thick and purple with little drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip.

I held it there firmly, and looked into her face. Her gaze was now transfixed on my throbbing cock, “Yeahhh-” she responded almost identically to the way I had, it would have been amusing if both of us hadn’t been so hot. She reached out tentatively, pausing a split second to look at my face to see how I was taking the whole thing, and then flashed a sweet smile that made me want to spooge all over her right then. With just her fingertips she lightly squeezed the head and at the same time rubbed the now even more copious pre-cum gently back and forth over my slit, I shuddered a little and my dick jerked under her tenuous grip. “Whoops!” she whispered, “Not yet!” grinning from ear to ear. “It’s really nice!” she said, still whispering as if a normal level of voice would shatter this special moment. Again she looked into my eyes, smiling. Her face was noticeably flushed, and her eyes wide as saucers. “Really thick-” she trailed off, scooting her ample rear backwards and bending down into my lap, her mouth slowly opened, her intentions were obvious, and I had no thought of stopping her.

Soon every nerve in my groin was on fire, as I became acutely aware of my dick being engulfed in her hot mouth. She quickly made her way down to the base of my throbbing shaft, sending me to paradise. As she bottomed out she let out a moan during her descent as only women in extreme states of arousal do. Very deep compared to her usual register and tinged with noises one usually associates with an animal’s growl, it’s always familiar, and deeply appealing, even to a man who’s never heard it before. It’s like having a human beast unleashed on your genitals whose passion is your pleasure! I’m trying to eloquently work my way up to admitting that I lost my load at that point, firing a huge wad of semen down her throat, fortunately she loved every minute of it. She was so hot from the buildup of sexual tension throughout the evening that she’d already come twice by the time I shot my stuff into her eager mouth and down her throat.

Her moans of pleasure only grew louder and more abandoned as my dick swelled with each salvo I fired into her. When she had finally drained me of all I had to offer, she graciously continued to mouth my hot cock, stroking it with her tongue until last of my orgasm subsided.

With a wet pop that sent strong tingles through my dick, she finally removed her mouth. Raising up from my crotch, she greeted me with a red freckled face, and the biggest smile of the evening. “Brilliant!” she giggled; deftly wiping away some of my semen that had escaped her from the corners of her mouth with her fingertips. “You’re up for another?” she asked. “Oh, yeah! Just give me a while.” like maybe tomorrow.

“What do you really like?” she asked, suddenly looking coy and devious. I smiled nervously at a loss for words. Was I ready to open up anymore than I already had? “I mean, I know you liked that just now, but intellectually, you know, what?” lying back on the couch, I decided to just tell it like it was, I was to experienced to play games. I’d learned by now that the only way to have a really successful relationship was to find a partner you could be completely honest with, and if you could pull off that legendary feat, and still enjoy complete acceptance and love from your partner, you might actually have achieved something meaningful. When your partner knows all about you, only then does she truly know you, and any love she feels will actually be for you, not some conceptualized being that exists only in her mind.

“ I like to feel that there’s a threat to my manhood...” I said, almost in a hush, and paused for a split second to gauge her reaction. Her gaze remained fixed on me, and that little evil smile continued unabated. Maybe I had something here. “I’d really enjoy thinking that you have ideas about my willie here coming to a bad end!” I finished, swallowing hard. I knew this wasn’t an every day fantasy, but it’s the way I’m put together, not really any sense in trying to hide it. More often then not, hiding it, I’ve found, leads to a wife or a long time partner, walking in on, discovering pictures of, or hearing about you engaging in that special activity with someone else that you were so loathe to share with her.

“Maybe I do.” she replied quietly. If you’d only heard her, and not seen her face, you might have thought she was reticent about the whole thing, but a quick peek in her direction revealed a down turned head with a somewhat embarrassed face wearing an even bigger smile than a moment before, this time, one of satisfaction combined with a sudden shyness brought about by our new level of intimacy.

“Do you?” I teased her, now smiling myself with relief and renewed horniness. Suddenly emboldened by lust, she leaned over and looked directly into my face, and placed a hand firmly on my balls, squeezing them as she began to speak. “I’m going to make you suffer...” she began, looking nervous again, unsure as she was of her tactics with her new lover. “ I’m going to let you keep these.” she continued, giving my balls a little extra squeeze. “ But this...” her other hand now came into play as she reached over, she had to shift her entire position on the couch, so that she was now even closer to me, her huge right breast pressed into my side and chest. Her hair cascaded over me, and I easily took in the scent of her long red mane and excited flesh. Switching hands as she settled into position, her right hand now firmly gripped the base of my once again turgid organ, while her left securely clenched my big nuts. “ This I’m going to enjoy punishing long and hard before I have you begging me to cut it off of you!” she concluded, clearly referring to my dick. The potential problems a statement like that might cause were foremost in her mind, and she immediately looked into my eyes, searching for signs of disgust or fear, but she was met only by my half closed eyelids, small smile, and heavy breathing. That, and my rapidly growing hard on was all the reassurance she needed. “I’m gonna get this todger rock hard, but you’ll wish I hadn’t!”

Once again her hot mouth engulfed my turgid organ, stroking my meat up and down with clockwork precision. I held off easily this time with one load already down her silky throat.

When I was as hard as I think I’ve ever been, her mouth eased off of my dick slowly, she sucked every inch hard on her way back to my glands, then with a loud pop she suddenly released my dick, the change in pressure almost made me shoot, but my half empty balls came to my rescue once again.

“Why don’t you give us a good shagging before I send you to the knackers yard m?” she said, her new confidence had changed her whole attitude. She now looked at me with pure lust and sadism, which I liked....a lot. “Come on, while there’s still a little life left in this willie!” she further coaxed while lightly stroking my saliva and semen coated rod. I reluctantly raised myself up from the couch, having been perfectly comfortable reclining into overstuffed cushions while having my cock hoovered, but the promise of a hot pussy will make me do lots of things. She got down onto the floor of her spartan apartment where we had plenty of flailing room, and with her red mane spread out seductively like an antique fan from her head on the floor, she spread her legs and extended her arms, reaching for me, as she lay back waiting to be mounted.

I wasted no time in crawling on top of her, her legs splayed as wide as they might, I found easy access to her hot snatch with my pre-lubed and thoroughly erect organ.

We fucked twice, all the while she continued her threats, whispering them hotly into my ear, while intermittently tonguing it. “I’m gonna cut it off, love, you’ll have nothing left! All of your willie.....noth....ing!” she hissed. I was finally pushed over the edge the second time around when after whispering a particularly brutal threat to my manhood in my ear, she once again drove her hot tongue into my aural canal while simultaneously pulling me completely inside her by my buttocks, encouraging me to become intimately aware of the heat of her cunt, her tongue, and the extreme softness of her huge silky bosoms all at once. Whatever I had left in my nuts, I donated to her innards at that point.

After three nuts, I was exhausted. It was all I could do to roll off of her, I’m sure I fell instantly asleep.

I awoke an indefinite amount of time later, all I knew was that it was dark. I felt like hell, my head hurt, and so did my groin. As I attempted to get up, I was struck by a sharp pain in my groin that let me know something was terribly wrong. Falling back on the couch I frantically looked to my dick and nuts, and found my nut sac seemingly intact, but my penis was another story, it was completely gone!

After a closer inspection of my nether regions by qualified medical personnel, I was informed that I did have about a quarter of an inch of cock left, which wasn’t a great deal of comfort. It had been done rather hap hazzardly they added, definitely not the work of a surgeon, but at least she kept me from bleeding to death.

Investigations as to her whereabouts yielded nothing, apparently she hadn’t used her real name throughout our short tryst. Her apartment turned out to be a furnished unit that was up for lease, how I wished that the sales agent had walked in us during the 20 or so hours that we spent there, I might still have my dick. No wonder she had me come by “...after five on Saturday.” Nobody in the area recognized her description, she probably wasn’t even from London, some bumpkin town in Ireland was a good bet according to the Constable.

After I’d healed I dejectedly made arrangements to get back home to Canada. How would I go on without my “willie”?

II

I’d been back in for about a month when I took up with Susan. I’d found her at an S&M club, tastefully dressed in black garters, black hose, and high heels, she wore nothing else, and quite frankly I didn’t hold it against her. She stood five feet eight inches tall in her bare feet, with heels she stood almost six feet. Her hair was dark auburn, and her skin was as pale as my emasculator’s had been, with the same edible light pink nipples crowning a pair of very impressive tits. Her slightly chubby frame, big ass, and thick red bush decided the matter; she was definitely my type.

What was left of my cock grew rock hard as I watched her torment a male victim that lay prostrate at her feet. She commanded him to lay back spread eagle, any disobedience on his part would risk bringing about the awful consequences of her horrible wrath. He obeyed, laying on his back, legs spread wide, revealing a big hard dick choked off at the base by a metal cock ring, beneath which hung two huge balls, a leather band tightly circumscribed his ball sack where it issued from his crotch and two others separated his big nuts low in their sac.

She then proceeded to whip his dick mercilessly with a riding crop, causing fine red welts to appear on the turgid rod out of which trickled little rivulets of some of the reddest blood I’ve ever seen. His screams only encouraged her to whip his manhood faster and harder, but only briefly, she seemed to realize any more might render him dickless, and ended the session with a swift kick to his nuts, saving this specimen for another day of torment.

She threw the bloody crop onto his body, instructing him to clean it thoroughly for their next encounter, promising to cut off his dick and nuts the next time. It was then that our eyes met for the first time, and what a moment it was. Her beautiful Aryan features were aflame with sadistic lust as her proud, defiant gaze met mine, her cheeks crimson, her steely blue-gray eyes perfectly reflecting the relentless, ancient, unforgiving nature of her spirit. Her skin glowed with the light dew of perspiration brought about by her entertaining workout, her huge breasts visibly rose and fell with each breath.

I couldn’t help but smile at her, I liked what I was seeing too much not to. To my surprise, once aware of my admiring grin, she flashed an equally unsubtle coy smile, like a young woman suddenly aware of the much-craved attention of a man she had until now coveted from afar.

We talked for hours, and for many reasons, the least of which I’m sure wasn’t the very public display of her unusual sexual interests, I told her about my cock. Once again surprising me, she seemed extremely sympathetic, but not so surprisingly, very aroused by the concept of my denuded manhood. Almost instantly, she invited me back to her place, and I readily accepted. What were the odds of my hooking up with two psychos back to back? Yeah, I know, probably pretty good.

After a quick shower, she came out into her bedroom completely nude while drying her hair. I was still dressed and lying on her king sized bed. “You like me in that black outfit don’t you?” She asked, with an evil smile on her face. “Yeah!” I replied enthusiastically, my brain occupied with lust and analyzing her naked body rather than engaging in witty repartee’.

“Come on! Strip for me baby! I’ll be back in a flash.” She said. I got up and started to strip down as Suzy commanded, watching her big round ass as she sauntered over to her closet to fetch a fresh costume for the evening’s activities.

Completely naked, I lay back on the overstuffed mattress, nervous about displaying my cut pecker for the first time. I tried to calm my nerves by watching the beautiful nude Susan bending all the way over and flashing her red bush and pink pussy lips at me while she slipped on a pair of sheer black stockings. After donning another black garter and attaching the straps, she slipped back into her black heels to complete her outfit, and made her way toward me as I lay on the bed taking in her frontal package.

Hopping onto the bed, her gaze fixated on my mutilated dick. “Oh my God! She really cut it off!” she exclaimed. “I thought you’d probably seen this before!” I replied. “No, what you saw at the club is as far as I go, I mean I’ve though about it, but my God!” Despite her words and the way she said them the expression on her face clearly indicated that the sight of it was arousing to her. “I can see it was thick...” she said, pausing to tickle my stump with her fingers, damn that made me want to shoot, it had been so long. “How big was it before she cut it off?” “Only about five inches.” I confessed. “Yeah, but, thick....” again she paused, this time fully stroking my hard stump. “Shit! I bet it was nice!” she declared, and paused once again, looking at my dicklet. As much as losing my dick had traumatized me, at this moment I wasn’t sorry that it had happened at all, in fact, I was turned on as hell by it. “I’m small...” she continued. “I mean down here.” she said, pointing briefly at her cunt. “I bet you could’ve fucked me good with this thing!”

She squeezed my stump, and pre-cum oozed out of my urethra. I became more excited than I already was feeling my stuff once again seeping out of my dick, maybe I could still cum! “Damn baby! Let’s see how big I can get this thing!”

With a firm grip still on what was left of my manhood, she proceeded to engage me in a long, deep french kiss. Instinctively I put my arms around her as she embraced me tightly. As my passion grew I let one of my hands drift down to one of her big soft butt cheeks and began squeezing it. She responded by increasing the intensity of her oral efforts and grinding her lovely body into mine, letting out a dick-emptying sigh as she did so.

We finally separated, but only because of mutual lust for more intimate coupling. I looked down at my little cock and was stunned to see that it had attained about an inch of length thanks to my inflamed state. Susan was overjoyed and immediately started maneuvering around, trying to invent some way of fucking me. “Baby, if there’s any way at all, I want it in me! Come on! Help me out!” After a lot of engineering, we finally reached the conclusion that my maximum dick length could be achieved if I lay with my ass resting on the edge of the corner of the foot of her bed, with my legs spread wide as possible. She then backed in between my legs while slightly squatting, her ass facing me, spread her hot cunt open, and lowered it down onto my turgid mini-dick which managed to extend a full inch and a quarter in this position.

With a little shriek of passion she then plunged her self onto my pecker. It actually worked. For the first time since my emasculation I felt the hot innards of a woman bearing down on me. If I’d still had my whole dick I’m sure I would’ve creamed her pussy walls with everything I had, I hadn’t cum since I shot my last load in “Bridgette” that day in London. With bursting balls and a libido that could’ve powered the next mission to Mars, my dick still hadn’t fired, and I was terrified Susan would ride me to a nuclear climax of her own and leave me with a case of permanent, terminal blue balls. Hell, she probably planned it that way.

Susan was wonderful. She ground her big butt into me till it hurt, violently thrashing about as much as she could without dislodging my little pecker from her hole, she looked as though she was a contestant in some sexual rodeo, riding my little dick to heaven. I tried hard to squirt, but it seemed like it wasn’t going to happen, there were just too many important nerves missing. I was even hornier now than I was a minute before, and had passed the point where reason was able to caution me about the consequences of leaving such a torrent of desire unfulfilled.

After a few more minutes Susan hunkered down hard onto my crotch and I felt her cunt grow red hot as her whole ass seemed to clinch around my dick, her eyes were shut tight and her teeth clenched. At first only a squeaky little hiss seemed to come out of her, but it quickly built into a low gravely moan from deep inside her that eventually achieved normal vocal range and considerable volume. Again and again her vagina clutched my still unfired little cock until her juices flowed out onto my pubic hair as she finally relaxed her muscles.

As though late for an important appointment, she jumped off my dick and spun around in the same spot. She was covered in sweat, her alabaster face flushed a bright red, her pupils huge from desire, she seemed breathless. Very nice. “Come on baby! Get back up to where the pillows are and relax, I’ll take care of you.” she wheezed. Once again I obeyed, who was I to question the Suzster? I got comfortable and spread my legs a little, it was a relief to be off the edge of the bed. Suzy crawled on top of me, slow and sexy with a smile on her face that said she was up to no good. She straddled me, and lowered her steaming cunt down onto my nub as though it were a sex toy, not taking me inside her like I was as we fucked, but firmly planting my stump inside her outer lips, right up against her pee hole and the underside of her clit. Then she proceeded to rub her hot snatch on me in this unique fashion, obviously working on her second climax as well as pleasuring me. Already thoroughly stimulated, I gradually began to feel an intense build up of sensation in what was left of my dick and in my big nuts. I hadn’t said a word to her, but Susan seemed to sense this right away and softy cried out, “All right boy! Give me some cream!”

She continued rubbing her soft, slick womanhood against me, and I began to shake rather violently. “Woo! Go boy! Go!” Susan cheered. After what seemed like an eternity I began to have the most intense orgasm of my life, I could feel my prostate and the erectile tissue inside my body throbbing as what seemed like gallons of sperm shot out of dick and into Susan’s pussy. “Oh yeah! Thank God you can still cum baby! I knew you could do it!” She exclaimed, collapsing on top of me, completely exhausted.

III

Susan and I grew very close over the next few months, and remained so for the next four years. We talked about marriage, but Suzy and I could never quite interface when it came to commitment and family. She was still a vulgar party girl when it came down to it, and I needed something deeper and more meaningful in my life, with a permanence we both knew she couldn’t provide.

Thus it came about that she introduced me to her friend, Heather. Heather was a fatter, shorter, redder version of Susan, and possessed all of Susan’s kinky interests and intense sexual urges, but without Susan’s destructive, temporary nature. She knew how to behave outside of a bar or sex club which was a welcome relief to Susan’s conquer and assume command social tactics. I think Susan had a swear word for every occasion.

Revealing my stump to Heather was every bit as satisfying as revealing it to Susan. Even though all we had to work with was my miniscule member, I can honestly say that our sex life is at least as good as it would have been had I never lost my “willie”.

End.