Thecia's family affair
By: Thecia

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Thecia must help a woman control her husband.Not for minors. Fiction


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Thecia’s family affair.

My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old underground cutter. I’m an engineer in my day job, but I enjoy lopping off a set of balls every now and then.

Penny contacted me through Digger. It seems that she walked in on her husband and her daughter and found them in the sixty nine position, his big cock hammering her mouth while his cheeks were buried in her willing pussy lips. Penny, quite naturally freaked and screamed. He asked for forgiveness and promised to never do anything like it again. It seems strange to me but, despite her fears about her other daughter, the sixteen year old, she forgave him. She had a nanny cam installed, just to be sure. On the third day after the camera was installed, it taped him with the daughter bent over the couch and his rock hard cock pounding her from behind.

When confronted, he claimed that he knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help himself. She presented him with an ultimatum, either he leaves or his balls do. He agreed that he had a real problem and consented to being castrated.

The camera stayed on and the following afternoon Penny’s fifteen year old son was caught on camera with the other daughter. His cock was already bigger than his father’s and she moaned as he pounded her tight pussy.

That’s where I come in. Through my friend Digger, Penny found me. When she told her story I thought that she should have the daughters fixed not the men and I told her so.

She told me that her husband had agreed to be nutted and she wanted her son done at the same time. She had a good sex life with her husband and I told her that it was over. She had some sort of plan to keep him on hormones and still have sex with him. I advised her that if that were done he could and would still fuck their daughter, except that he would be shooting blanks. I told her to take a lover instead.

They met me in Mexico a week later. The man’s operation was simple enough, but the son had to be tied down. He did have a very big cock and a full set of balls despite his young age. Penny sucked off her husband for his last load, but she didn’t want to touch her son. I donned my velvet glove and gave him his last hand job. He shot seven huge ropes of cum (I counted) and a few dribbles at the end. I smiled, knowing that that would be his last ever load. I had done all the prep work, so three minutes later his big balls were in my hand, still warm.

I had been paid in full and I thought that was the last of them. I was wrong.

Six months later Penny contacted me again. She had taken my advice and took a lover, a huge black man who was a clerk at the local video store. At first it went well, he kept her satisfied. By the third month it had evolved to where she had no control. He would come over when ever he wanted sex. They had turned her husband into a slave, he was used to lick the cum out of her after they fucked. Some times he was forced to clean the black mans huge cock. By the forth month the clerk had taken her and her daughters as his own private pussy pool. She walked in one evening and found her youngest daughter impaled on his huge black pole. That is when she contacted me. Her words to me were, “I’ve got another set for you.”

We couldn’t lure him to Mexico so it had to be done here in the states.

On the chosen night, during sex play, she managed to handcuff him to the bed. Just before I walked in she told him that another woman was going to join them. He liked that Idea.

When I arrived he smiled and said, “You look like you taste good honey.” He was flat on his back with one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen pointing up at the ceiling. I looked at his big balls and thought to myself, “I’m going to need a bigger jar.”

Penny told him that he was out of control and we would have to fix that. When she said, “Your balls have to come off!” he went nuts. While I was securing his legs, I heard the crack as one of the bed posts snapped. When I realized that his hand was almost free, I grabbed his large balls with a twisting squeeze. He screamed in pain but stopped his struggle. While still holding his nuts, I told Penny how to tie his arm to the main bed rail. She tied both arms and I finished securing his legs.

His erection had lost some of its hardness and his big stick was lying against his stomach.

I asked her if she wanted to use her lover one last time. In answer she dropped her underwear, hoisted her skirt and climbed up on the bed. Penny was about forty, but with a 25 year old body. She had a tight little ass and maybe 34-C boobs. By the time she got on the bed his cock was hard as a rock again. She started to lower herself onto it but found that she was too dry. She placed her pussy on his face and said, “Lick.” He licked. This time she slid on to it like a well fitted glove. I’m not a size queen, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of that huge thing pounding in and out of her. After giving herself two orgasms she slid up off of him. Her mouth found his still glistening member. With practiced skill she used her mouth and both hands to get him off. When he came, he filled her mouth and the cum exploded from her lips and ran down the cock that it had come from.

While he was still pulsing, I slipped the first of two “local” needles into his groin. Penny got a wash cloth and washed up the cum that was covering his balls. When she finished, I sliced open the right side of his big sack then quickly the left side. I popped each ball out into the open. He was still struggling, but he was no match for the stout nylon rope that now bound him. I tied off the cords and calmly snipped the big mans balls off. I held them by the cords and brought them to his face. I said, “no more pussy for you tough guy.”

I did have to use two peanut butter jars because both nuts would not fit into just one.

I drove away, but stopped at Hank’s to meet up with my friend Lesli. We both had the stuffed salmon special, with a salad and a Bud lite. As I lifted the fork, I looked at my hand and thought to myself that less than 20 minutes ago, I held a man’s essence in that hand.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia



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