My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old female cutter. I’m also a consulting engineer and I travel a lot for my job.

I spend time in NJ where I work about four months of the year. I have befriended a couple there, Brian and Cindy. Brian works for a big oil company and Cindy is a school teacher. Brian is not gay, but he has effeminate tendencies, voice, mannerisms, etc. Cindy tends to lord over him, not exactly a dominatrix but bossy. I know that she has had a couple of short affairs. That pissed me off but it’s not really my business. I looked the other way.

I went to a pool party at their big house about 30 miles west of the refinery. The house was left to him by his father. It was way above their means but they loved it. The indoor pool was Olympic size. There was a lot of food and booze at the party and I suspect a little coke. I don’t do coke, but I can recognize the signs.

One of the guests was Brian’s old school buddy, Lance, who was in from Ohio and would spend a few days with them. Lance was a hunk, maybe 6’ 3” or so, with blond hair and built like an Adonis. I was there with my “friend with benefits” and about twenty other people.

There was dancing on the big pool deck and after an hour or so Cindy and Karen (another teacher) dropped their tops, soon after that almost everyone there was skinny dipping in the pool.

When Brian dropped his swim suit I almost gasped out loud. His cock reached his knee and it was as thick as my arm. I know that Cindy is a size queen and I saw her eyes light up at the sight of it.

I forgot about it and got back to the fun. After a few minutes, I noticed Cindy walk off into the darkened living room that was just behind the pool, a minute later Lance followed. This pissed me off, to humiliate Brain by leaving with his close friend was, to me, the greatest faux paux. In a few minutes we could see the silhouette of Cindy bent over an arm chair with Lance pounding her from behind. The back light allowed all there to see his rolling pin sized cock sliding in and out of her wet waiting pussy. To make matters worse, she was screaming in ecstasy with every stroke. I felt so bad for Brian that I shifted into my revenge mode. I learned later that she went to bed in his room, leaving Brian by himself.

I had overheard that Lance was going to the local post office when it opened at 8 AM the next morning. I slipped away and called my partner in crime, Jill. I told her the whole story and she was up for it. Jill is 35 but has a teenage body, tight ass, big (enhanced) boobs and the flattest stomach you will ever see.

The following morning Lance walked into the post office only to physically bump into Jill. She apologized all over herself and he helped her pick up her fallen mail.

After he got his mail, Jill asked him if she could buy him coffee as thanks for being so gracious. He, of course, accepted. During their coffee, Jill did what she does best, she seduced him. Within a half hour they were on their way to a motel on Route One in New Jersey. This motel had mirrored ceilings and at least two rooms with dungeon effects, ceiling hooks, shackles and so forth.

When Jill got him tied and half hung up, she told him that when she saw his pole she wanted to call her friend Lilly about it and if it was OK with him share. As far as I know, no man ever refused a threesome. I, of course, was Lilly.

When I walked into the room, Jill had impaled herself on that huge meat pole. I don’t know where she put it. I had an eight incher once and it hit bottom and hurt like hell.

I had my face covered so he couldn’t recognize me, I told him that I was married and couldn’t be seen. He was horny, and horny men will put up with anything if they think it will get them laid. While she was riding him, I began to play with his balls, nice big juicy balls. I felt his nuts tighten and he began to spasm, he grunted as he came. Jill lifted herself off of him and huge gobs of thick cum began to run out of her and down the cock it had come from. As she released his huge cock she looked at me and said, “Your turn.”

I wiped most of the cum off with a few tissues and began to blow him, it didn’t work, I couldn’t get more than the huge helmet in my mouth. Jill tightened up the pulleys and he was firmly spread eagled on the bed. I tried to straddle him as Jill had done and ran into the same problem, the head of his fat dick almost fit, but not quite. I could feel the skin in my pussy tighten and I decided that I like my pussy and I wasn’t going to rip it for this asshole.

I got down to business, I popped an elastrator band around his oversized balls and got out my sterilized garden shear. I said, “I heard you made a cuckold out of your old and close friend, Brian!

He replied, “No, no, you don’t understand, she asked for it”. I told him that I would give him a chance, if he could cum in less than five minutes with me stroking him, I would let him keep his balls. Jill forced a ball gag into his mouth and set a timer as I began to stroke him. I kissed the tip on and off but I couldn’t open my mouth enough to blow him.

He was watching the timer and I was being fair, using every trick that I know to make him cum. At four minutes and twenty seconds on the timer, his big dick began to pulse, ribbon after ribbon of thick cum shot out of the tip, the second stream shot across my hair and hit Jill, who was standing behind me, in the face.

I held my shears around his big sack and asked him, “Was it five minutes or five minutes?”

He shook his head in panic and tried to speak through the gag. I said that I remembered that it was five minutes on the timer and he should be safe. Then I looked him in the eye as I said, “You know the part about not cutting you if you came within the five minutes? Well! I lied.” The blades of the razor sharp shear came together and his massive sack fell off into my hands. I dumped the sack on the motel room table and the nuts fell out. Jill took the picture as I held his big dick up in one hand and his two severed baby makers in the other. His pained face was in the background. We would send the picture to Cindy with a note that said, “Next time it’s your clit.”

Lance wasn’t bleeding at all because of the elastrator band so we left him there. The maid would find him in the morning.

Jill and I drove to a Polish place on Wood Avenue off of route one. I had kielbasa with red cabbage while Jill had a corned beef Ruben. We each had tap German beer. I always get hungry when I de-ball a guy.

Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia