The College Girls Go For REAL Dildos, Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The new day dawned, with Gloria, Sharon, Tracy, and Nurse Amanda returning to their castration headquarters offices. Gloria noted that the Building Dept. had followed her request, and entered their corporate name, "Authenticock Inc." onto the lobby directory-board. They'd even put in the sub-title, which she felt they might not do,

"Real cock-mounted, squirting strap-on dildos."

After finishing their coffee and bagels-with-a-shmear, which they'd picked up at the street-corner deli, Tracy heard the outer door opening, and got up to greet the two scheduled, remaining "donor" couples. Remembering the multiple couplings from the day before, it occurred to Tracy to inquire, "You guys aren't a foursome, by any chance?"

"As a matter of fact, we are," answered a tall, good-looking blonde, stunner of a girl. "My name's Patrice, and this is my twin sister, Patrina," as she indicated the other statuesque, blonde beauty, with a knockout body, and a remarkable resemblance to her, as well as Britney Spears. "We're twins, and these two studs are our humpies, Lou and Cleveland." These guys were two hunky, young, well-built, black gentlemen, one with well-trimmed dreadlock hair, and the other absolutely bald. "We saw your ad for the squirting dildo strap-ons, made with real cocks. We're both bi-sexual, but we'll fuck hottie-looking guys too, if they're well-built enough in the cock department, like these two! Anyway, we got the bright idea that we'd like to get a hold of one of these strap-ons, to use on each other, and our girlfriends. These two guys have the biggest cocks of anybody we screw, so we tried to figure out a way of getting them to give their goodies up, for our double-dildo strap-on. We decided to just level with them."

Patrina cut in, "Ya, I just told Cleveland, the bald one, when I was nailing him one night, ‘Listen, babe, Patrice and I want to get this real-cock, double-dildo, strap-on rig, and since you and Lou are the best-hung dudes we know, we'd like your two pricks to use in it.' Well, of course, he started squawking that we must be crazy, and that no way was some looney white bitch, going to chop HIS dick off!"

Then Patrice interrupted with, "I was balling Lou in the next room, and made the same proposal to him, at what must have been about the same time as Patrina told Cleveland, ‘cause HE started raising hell over the idea, too. So I grabbed Lou by his big, stiff prick, pulled on it, and led him into the adjoining room with it, making him sit down on the bed, next to his similarly naked pal."

"Right," responded Patrina. "We'd rehearsed what we were going to say, and we said it! I told them both about our needs for this double-dildo outfit, and that we'd like to have their cocks for it. Then I told them that if they wouldn't give up their nice, big dicks for us, that we were going to stop doing nookie with them anyway, and furthermore, we'd spread the word around school, and the other girls, that we'd heard they had AIDS, and that THAT would cut the hell out of their sex lives, for sure!"

"Wow!," interjected Gloria, "You girls don't PLAY! So I guess the guys bought it, cause here they are!," she said, pointing to them.

Cleveland broke in, "Ya, they don't play for sure! We talked it up with our bro's, who agreed that if these two bitches spread around the word that we had AIDS, for Chrissake, we'd never get any more tail anyway! Then the girls came up to us in the Student Union one day, real sweet-like, and sexy as hell, groping our dicks under the table, after they'd bought us a couple of Cokes."

"Right," interrupted Lou, "Then they unzipped our pants — right there, in the Union — under the fuckin' table! — and pulled out our dicks and started pumpin'‘em up and down ‘till they were fit to bust!

I was afraid some teacher, or somebody, would see us! So then they both started cooin' at us, real sexy-like, that if they had our pricks, that they'd be seeing lots of action, and that each of them would always have our dicks deep in their cunts, or in some other hot numbers they run around with, and that our cocks would be getting a lot more pussy than they do now, which is probably true!"

Cleveland added, "So we just said, fuck it! Do it! We figured we'd never get any more peace, not to mind anymore ass, so we might as well give up our dicks, and dream vicariously of how much pussy they were getting!"

"Aren't they both, sweeties?," jumped in Patrice, with a grin.

"Here," added Patrina, "Let us show you what we're talking about," as they both started un-zipping the guys, and pulling their pants and jockeys down. The hot talk had gotten the fellas plenty aroused, and both their big pricks sprang up, practically to vertical, as the jockeys cleared their swollen cock-heads. Patrina gripped a cock, at the base, in each hand, as she looked around smiling to the girls, and asked, "Well, what do you think?," as she waved them in the air.

"Awesome!" exclaimed the horny teen, Tracy.

"Wow!, I see what you mean!," added Sharon. "I didn't think much of the AIDS part, frankly, but the fellas seem pretty acclimated to the idea now, and able to live with their decision, so I guess we could do it, if it's cool with them."

Gloria said, "Their cocks are gorgeous, alright. How long are they?"

"My turn, my turn!," jumped in young Tracy. "I'm the official measuring girl," as she came up with the ruler, and trotted over to Patrina, who still had a grip on their, now, totally-stiff pricks. "Hold him straight out," she suggested, referring to Cleveland. Patrina did as asked, while Tracy pushed the end of the ruler into the junction of his huge cock and his groin. "Geez, look at this!," exclaimed the enthusiastic teen, "He's longer than the friggin' ruler! We're talkin' a thirteen-inch boner here!"

Sharon and Gloria exchanged winks with each other, and Sharon exclaimed, "Now I see what attracted you to Cleveland! Let's check out Lou now ... He's packin' some serious lumber too!," as his giant prick waved with his breathing.

Patrina pulled Lou's big weapon down hard, as Tracy laid her ruler down along the top of it. "‘Same as the ruler — twelve-inches!," exclaimed Tracy, with a big grin. "God, where did you girls come up with these giant-cocked humpies? I can never find pricks like these when I need ‘em!"

Patrice answered, "Well, in all honesty, it ain't easy! Why do you think we're here? We gotta do big dildos most of the time! But these guys are on the swim team, and we spotted their baskets bulging out of their Speedos, during a swimming meet, awhile back. Now, for a kick once in awhile, when I spend the night with Lou in his room, I make him wear his little speedos, while I play with his balls. You should see that monster uncoil out of there, when he gets his erection! It's awesome — ‘gotta be sticking eight stiff inches, straight up out of the top of those Speedos! It's quite a sight!"

Tracy jumped in, "Wouldn't you kill to see that happen during a swim meet!"

"Well, if you guys are still up for it," suggested Gloria, "Let's get on with it! Girls, whom do you want to go under the knife first?"

Patrina spoke first, "Well, here's the thing. It wasn't really a knife we had in mind using." She turned, and walked back by the door, while she continued talking. She picked up a long package she'd left there, and came back to the group. "See, we've done a good deal of research, on this castration business, ever since we saw your ad, that one of the girls had posted, on the dorm bulletin board. We even started checking the Eunuch website, and read about someone that made small guillotines, that look just like they used in The French Revolution, only these are miniature, compared to those, and specifically designed for chopping off guy's cocks and balls, not heads! You can either buy them, or rent them by the day. We thought they looked like such fun, that we decided to buy ours!"

Patrice came over to the castration bench, to help Patrina

un-wrap the package. The office girls surrounded them, anxious to see the new toy. Patrina pointed out how beautifully it was made, of polished oak, with two channeled upright posts, maybe three feet long, and six inches apart, encasing a heavy, shining, stainless steel blade, which had a forty-five degree, angled edge, that looked like it had been honed to be lethally sharp! At the heavy base, was also attached a permanent block, who's top was angled to match the blade's angle, and designed to stop it's journey, after the blade had done its work. Atop that, two movable oak blocks, were fit into the channels, each containing a bottom and top, half-circle, that, when fitted together, formed a perfectly-round hole. The unit also came with a selection of these blocks, in varying sizes, to make a perfect and tight fit, around whatever was placed inside. It even came with a small wicker basket, like a restaurant would serve garlic bread in, to catch whatever's chopped off. On top of the heavy blade, a strong, six foot-long, nylon cord was tied, which ran up to a brass pulley, attached to a substantial cross-beam, joining the tops of the posts. Built-in to the top outside of one of the posts, was a trip lever. The cord ran through the pulley, and on over to the trip mechanism, which when pulled, tripped the blade, as Patrina explained, and sent the big, sharp blade instantly on its downward path. Finally, she pointed out that two heavy-duty "C-clamps," were even thoughtfully included, which were to be used to attach the base securely to a table, or even a castration bench!

Tracy was the first to break everyone's rapt attention, as she stepped forward and lifted the blade up the channels slightly, "My God, I can't believe how heavy it is! This has got to weigh ten pounds, at least!" Then she touched the edge with her index finger, over Patrice's caution, "Jesus! It's so sharp, you could shave with it! No cock, no matter how thick and hard it is, would stand a chance, with this baby!"

Patrina had a wicked smile, and followed, "After all, that's the point, isn't it? Neat, clean and efficient!"

Both Cleveland and Lou shook their heads in disbelief. Lou spoke first. "That's what's takin' our cocks and balls? Man, I don't fuckin' believe it!"

"Let's see it work!," spoke up Cleveland.

Patrice answered, "Alright, you guys clamp it down securely to the end of the castration bench here. Who's got a pencil?"

The suturing nurse stepped forward, and volunteered hers.

The humpy teen, Tracy, hollered out, "Oh, can I pull the cord? Huh? Can I? I want to pull the cord!"

"OK, Tracy — relax!," chided Gloria, in the first word she'd uttered, since being enthralled by the guillotine.

The fellas got the base held down very securely, and Patrina indicated to pull the blade carefully up with the cord, so she could engage it with the trip mechanism. After Tracy had pulled the blade up, and she'd secured the trip, Patrina told Tracy she could let go of the cord for the time being. "OK," she added, "now put the pencil into the hole and let it sit there. Tracy did that. "Now hold the cord carefully, being sure not to release the trip, ‘till you're ready, ‘cause its got a hair trigger." Tracy did that. "Alright ... Whenever you're ready, Tracy." All eyes were on the shiny blade, as Tracy counted to three, and pulled the cord. The blade shot down with a blinding speed, cutting the pencil in half, and snapping the two halves end-over-end into the air, and back down to the floor.

"Absolutely awesome!," shouted Tracy. "That blade had to have come down in less than a second or two! Can you IMAGINE what this would do to one of these big, thick pricks!," as she pointed to the staring guys' still stiffly-erect penises.

A beaming Gloria turned to Sharon, who was standing there smiling and shaking her head in disbelief. "Hey, girl, we've got to GET ourselves one of THESE babies! It'd be fun for when we have clients who might not want to deal with a knife, for some reason. Can you imagine how many guys we could crank out in a day? I mean, we'd still have to band them, but we wouldn't have to deal with these girls, who insist on having a ‘last fuck', and all that!"

"Absolutely!," responded Sharon. "OK, let's try it on the real thing, instead of just a pencil!"

"Ya," piped up Cleveland, "We wouldn't want to slow down your day or anything like that!"

"Right," replied Patrice. "Lou, why don't you go first. You've got the smaller cock — OK, by only an inch! — and we'll save Cleveland's big thirteen-incher for the Grand Finale!"

Gloria got the elastrator off the desk, and loaded the little green rubber band onto the four prongs. She indicated to him to lie down on the bench, on his back, with his legs spread, which he did, after a "what's the use?" shrug and a look at Cleveland. Gloria took his hugely-stiff prick, at mid-shaft, in one hand, while she tried to force the tightly-stretched band down over the thick cock-head with the tool. Tracy saw Gloria was getting no-where, and she noticed that his prick had been hard for so long, that there was quite an accumulation of pre-cum drops, nested in the end of the urethra at the tip of his dick. "Here," offered the randy teen, "let me rub this good stuff all over the head and shaft," as she squeezed the glans sharply to pump out the last drops of pre-cum.

Gloria tried again, and this time, the stretched band eventually popped down over the widely-flared ridge on the bottom of his huge cock-head, and onto the shaft, where the sledding was easier. When she reached the base, and released the handles, she paused for a moment, and said to Patrice, "Watch his big prick now, when I shove this right down the last thick inch, to his root. When I do, you can take your fingernail, and pop the little band off the prongs, and, in essence, castrate your guy then and there." Gloria pushed the tool, with the fingers of both hands, until his cock-skin was stretched to its' maximum, and shined so, that you could see the reflection of the room lights on his taut prick. She gave Patrice the go-ahead, who then pushed her long fingernail onto the little donut, popping it off the tongs, and sinking it deep into Lou's thick cock-meat.

Some more pre-cum had formed, and Tracy used it to lubricate his now pulsing, shining, cock. By then, Gloria had re-banded the tool, and, with the usual difficulty at the head, Tracy had to nudge the head, left and right, before Gloria's stretched band would clear it, finally managing to shove it, all the way down next to the first one.

Sharon watched, and advised, "I think we should leave a little wider cutting channel, than we usually do, as that guillotine blade is a good deal thicker than our knife, and we don't want it accidently cutting one of the bands. We wouldn't want him bleeding out on us, or have his wonderfully big prick lose its' band, and lose any of that nice blood, that's keeping it so big and hard for your dildo!"

"Good thinking," responded Gloria, checking the spacing. "OK, that looks good, now let's band his nuts!"

"Can I help?," questioned the ever-eager Tracy.

"Sure," replied Gloria. "I'll pull all I can of his ballsack, through the loop, and you grip the tool with your fingers, and pop his huge balls through with your thumbs." His testicles were so large, that Tracy nearly crushed them with her thumbs, trying to push them through. Lou winced in pain, until she finally got them popped through, without bursting them. Then the pair did the same with the second band.

Tracy turned to Patrice and said, "OK, sweetie, your boy's ready for the chopper! Oh, can I pull the cord? Pleeeeeeze? I love cutting-off their big, hard pricks!"

"Are you kidding, girl," shot back Patrice, "I'M getting the pleasure of slicing THAT beauty off!"

Patrice helped Lou off of the castration bench, and led him by his rapidly-chilling prick, down to the end of the bench, where he'd helped set up his own castration device. "How wide was his dick, Tracy?"

"I measured it at two and a half inches," responded the randy teen.

"Great," replied Patrice. "Fit the two inch ‘hole' blocks into the channels in the posts, and that'll be nice and tight on him, and hold his prick firmly in place, where he can't move it. Oh, and I have a nice, little job you'll like! Take that extra cord, in the package, and tie a tight knot around his glans, just under that big flared head. You can stretch his whanger out, pulling hard on it, until the edge of the blade lines up with the little cutting channel, between the two bands."

"Neat!," answered Tracy, delighted to have a job in this project.

"I'm your girl for this! If I can't personally chop his privates off, at least I can stretch them out, for that sharp blade to do it!" Tracy tied a good square-knot, very tightly around his mammoth prick, right behind the head, where Patrice had indicated. "Gee," Tracy added, "The bands have cut his prick's blood supply off so well, that it's starting to turn really cold."

"Ya," returned Patrice, "But look at that beautiful dick! I've never seen it so huge, and hard, and shiny!"

Sharon piped in, "It IS gorgeous! I'll bet you can't wait to get that back home, mounted in your strap-on, and stuffed all the way up your tight pussy, while Cleveland's monster is mounted on the other end of it, and you're ramming that one into Patrina, or one of your other lucky girlfriends! God, I'm already hot, just thinking about it!"

"SO AM I," hollered Tracy, Gloria, and Patrina, almost simultaneously, as they already had their hands up under their collective skirts, and fingering their hard clits!

"Now, Tracy, please concentrate here," begged Patrice. "I don't care what you're doing with your little clit, just pull on this blade cord now, and let me get it hitched to the release lever." Tracy did as told, and handed the cord back to Patrice when the heavy blade was secured. Patrice added, "I don't know which shines more, that polished blade, or Lou's lovely, straining, throbbing prick!"

"OK, soon-to-be-former stud," Patrice added, "move up and lay the base of your great prick right into the bottom half of that hole there. Pull it and stretch it out hard, now, Tracy, till the space between the bands, lines up with the blade-mark, from our test-drop." Having found just the right spot for his cock to rest, Patrice slipped the upper half-holed block into place above his prick, and pushed down firmly on it. There was a little peg-hole on either side of the channels, where the two supplied pegs could be inserted, and pushed all the way through to the top block, to hold it firmly in place. When this was accomplished, Lou's heavy, two-and-a-half-inch-thick penis was compressed into a two-inch thick space, and there was no way he was going anywhere!

The other girls were in their first throes of orgasm, as they watched the mighty organ being led into place by Tracy, and secured for it's final dismemberment. Patrice's hands were too busy to finger herself, but she was already cuming, and her pussy juices were running down her legs.

Patrice warned Tracy to keep a steady pull on his stiff dick, while she picked up the blade cord, and pulled the slack out of it, until it was snubbed up firmly to the trip mechanism. "OK, stud, this is IT!," as she looked Lou in the eye. "Say good-bye to that beautiful cock! And remember, it's going to a better place — my strap-on!, where it'll be constantly squirting-out lots of sperm, from your big balls, deep into my hot cunt!"

And with that, she pulled on the trip cord, with the slightest flick of her wrist, releasing the heavy, shining blade on its' collision course with his doomed prick. It fell with a slight whooshing sound, as the sharp blade raced down the guillotine's channels, so fast, a person would have missed it's path entirely, if he barely blinked! A second later, the angled blade sliced entirely through the thick cock-meat, and landed with a thud, onto its' stopping block. Tracy fell back, as usual, with the release of the severed member she was pulling on, landing on the floor in mid-orgasm. She immediately withdrew her hand from her sopping cunt, and replaced it with the huge prick, she was holding by its' cord, jamming it into her horny young twat, as deeply as she could.

Lou's own orgasm had been building strongly too, and as soon as he saw the chopping blade heading down for his ill-fated organ, he shuddered in climax, and began shooting cum out of the urethral hole, where his prick had just departed! Bolt after bolt of thick sperm came flying out of little hole in his groin — you couldn't even call it a "stump," as he was sliced so deeply, nothing remained at where his mighty prick had been!

The sight of the giant, flying penis, did it for he rest of the girls too, as they grabbed the closest chair, and all started moaning and groaning in the throes of intense, sweeping orgasms. Meanwhile, Lou continued squirting out thick gouts of cum, which flew through the air, all the way over to the randy Tracy, who was still writhing on the floor and pumping his former monster prick in and out of her running cunt. She was happily groaning and getting doused with cum from both directions, as the raining sprays of Lou's mighty orgasm, landed all over her, and were matched by the shooting juice she forced out of her hot cunt, and onto her widely-spread legs, every time she jammed the huge prick home to its' root!

Even Cleveland, watching the festivities from the corner, had his gigantic dick out, and was shooting great arcs of thick sperm into the air, over and over again. Patrina saw this happening, and, despite her violent orgasm, raced over and dropped her mouth down on the powerful, squirting, prick, drinking down shot after shot of the last of his delicious sperm, as he kept pumping it directly down her throat, while she squeezed firmly on his bloated balls, to get all he had left. This orgy went on for minutes, and was only broken up by Lou's cries of pain becoming louder than the girls' cries of climax.

Tracy stirred first, as she slowly pulled the huge, severed prick out of her teen pussy, with an audible "plop" sound, from the built-up pressure of the large phallus, pumping in and out of that tight vagina. A good dollop of her remaining vaginal juices, poured of her, as soon as the penis cleared the way. She got up with difficulty, with her cum running down her legs, and nearly slipping in the huge lake of sperm all around her, and dropped the big dick into the dry ice tray in the fridge, bringing the group back to reality, as she said excitedly, with a big grin, "Tag it!," followed by, "OK, time to chop his big nuts off!"

Patrina rose her head up from Cleveland's lap, stood, and wiped the dripping cum off her mouth with a tissue. "Wow! Was that ever tasty," she proclaimed to all, licking her lips, and sliding around in the puddle of sperm on the floor. "How did you like your last cum, honey?", she asked him with a wicked grin. "The next time these puppies shoot that much cum," she added, squeezing his giant balls with both hands, "will be from my nice double dildo, and it'll be my own mixture!"

Patrice interrupted her sister. "Listen, these balls of Lou's are what we've got to concentrate on now!, as Tracy says. OK, Tracy,

lift the blade with the cord, and I'll snub it to the trip lever." Which she did. Then Patrice went on, "I'll lift the upper block with the top half of the hole, and you pull his big, full nuts through, to where I can drop the top block back, and re-peg it into place, so he can't pull them out." Tracy reached through the guillotine, grasped Lou's big testicles, and pulled them through, resting his stretched scrotum in the hole of the bottom block. "The two-inch-wide-hole block should still be about the right size, it seems to me, with nuts as big as his." The block was affixed with the pegs, and Patrice ordered Lou to pull back hard, to see if his balls were secure. He complied, and they stayed in place. "Stretch his nutsack out ‘till the little bands line-up with the blade slot," asked Patrice. "Their heavy weight should then hold them in place. You may not even need to stretch them, unlike his cock."

Tracy looked closely at the line-up, and observed, "You're right. The bands are right over the blade line, and his pretty nuts are just laying there, waiting for that sharp blade to chop ‘em off! Let's catch them in the little, wicker basket! It'll be like the old, French Revolution's, full-sized guillotine, when the basket used to catch all those heads, so they wouldn't roll into the crowd! The basket will keep his balls from rolling across the room!"

Patrice took the bitter end of the blade cord from Tracy, pulling the slack out of it, to get it ready for Lou's final castration. She reached in and gave his huge nuts a last squeeze. They were already cold, and turning a dark red. "I might as well chop these beauties, sweetie," she said to Lou, with a smile. "Those tight bands will have them dead in an hour, anyhow! Say bye-bye to your manhood forever!," as she flicked her fingers down, releasing the heavy blade, and it's plunging trajectory sped toward his precious nutsack. In about a second, the angled blade sliced through his scrotum and it's sperm ducts, like butter, landing against it's block with a bang, as the severed, full ballsack rolled into the little basket, waiting for it, beneath the guillotine!

"Wow! A perfect shot!," hollered Tracy. "His basket is now in YOUR basket!," she added, as the whole group burst into spontaneous applause – except for Lou, who was still grimacing in pain, since the blade cut his balls off! Tracy looked at him, as she un-pegged the top block of the cutter, "You can just back away, Lou, there's nothing left of you for the blocks to grip anymore, anyway! Your gonads are history .... see?," as she held the little basket up in front of his face. "Look at your crotch, now. See, it's smooth as a baby's bottom! Nothing left but two little, bloody stumps, where the bands are gripping. ‘Want to put these beauties in the refrigerator for us?"

Lou plucked his still-full, cold balls out of the basket, rolled them around in his fingers, and squeezed them. "Too bad that little band is on them! I'd love to see if I could squeeze the last of my sperm out of them."

"No problem, babe," enthused Tracy, "We've done that before. They won't bleed much anymore." She took the heavy ballsack from him, and popped the little green donut off, with her fingernail, pulling the big, egg-shaped testicles out of the scrotum by his sperm cords. "You want to taste the last of your sperm? Actually, let me take the chill out of them for you, in the microwave," which sat on Gloria's desk, and in which she heated up their bagels in the mornings. She opened the door of the oven, placing the big nuts in the middle of the rotating plate, and closed the door, setting the timer to sixty seconds. "That should be about the right temp, they're so thick, they'll take some time, but I don't want to boil the sperm in them, either!"

Lou could not believe he brought this whole business up, and was now watching Tracy cook his nuts! Everyone was staring, in silence, at the oven, as the timer went off. Tracy reached in and brought out the huge balls, now warm once again. Remembering her experience from yesterday, she held one testicle in her tiny hands, found the dripping sperm duct, and started sucking on it, as she squeezed his ball-meat.

Tracy held the tube in her fingers, out of her mouth long enough to exclaim, "Oh boy, it's delicious! And his nuts are so warm and full, look how far I can spray his sperm, by squeezing his balls!" She aimed the tube at Lou, compressing his nut, as it shot out at him, hitting him in the face. "Here, ‘want to try some of your hot sperm? It's salty and yummy!," as she sprayed another blast into her mouth, and then offered him his testicle!

"Maybe not, honey, I just had breakfast!," replied Lou, shaking his head, "I prefer fish an' grits!"

Sharon and Gloria looked at each other in disbelief, shaking their heads, as Gloria piped up, "Only our Tracy!"

Tracy finished draining both of his warm nuts, down her throat, squeezing hard on his packed balls to get out all of it. With the quantity of pussy juice now running down her legs, Sharon mentioned that it looked like the cum was running straight through her! Gloria said, "You are some cum-junky, girl! You won't be needing any lunch today, after swallowing that load!" She picked up the balls and sack from Tracy, tagged them, and deposited them in the fridge, before Tracy could do anything more imaginative with them.

Nurse Amanda came over and led Lou into the bathroom for her suturing activities, as Tracy smiled, licked her lips, and replied to Gloria, "I think you're right!," with a big grin and a hiccup.

Patrina spoke up, while offering Cleveland her hand, to help him out of his chair, "‘Looks like it's finally your turn, my big stud!

Get on the castration bench, so I can suck you back up nice and hard again. That was quite a load I saw you shoot all over the floor, when they cut your pal, Lou. I hope you're planning on helping the girls mop it up!"

"Oh, ya, man! ‘Not a problem! ..... Is this going to hurt?"

"Not for long, baby. Look at your bro, Lou. You don't hear him hollering anymore! Now lay down." Patrina took his immense shaft in one hand, his balls in the other, and began massaging them, as she sucked his huge, purple glans into her mouth, driving the almost-stiff cock, as far as she could down her throat, which wasn't going to be far, with his astounding, three-inch girth, and thirteen-inch length!

In no time it was fully hard and shiny, pointing at his chest, and throbbing with his heartbeat. The veins protruded sharply out from the thick shaft, and the huge, flared ring of meat, at the outer edge of his cock-head, resembled a giant, red mushroom, making the monster look like a truly formidable, if not tasty, weapon!

Patrina looked at the girls. "Isn't this beautiful cock amazing? You know, I read somewhere that this big flared edge to cock-heads developed way back in time, to insure that, when breeding females, and the penis expanded to these great proportions, that the head would be trapped deep in their tight vaginas, or up in their uterus, which could then get a grip on the head, and not let go of it, until the aroused testicles pumped out their entire quantity of sperm, to fertilize her eggs, insuring the continuation of the species. Then, only when the sperm-load was fully spent, did the penis shrink in size, along with the protruding, flared cock-head, to where it could be withdrawn from the Vagina! Isn't that interesting?"

"That IS!," replied, Gloria, starting to get horny from the concept, and looking at her watch. "But could we get on with this? We've got a lot to do today — shipping and stuff, to get all these cocks and balls off to Phoenix safely."

Patrina was so turned on by her own story, that she just couldn't let go of his pulsing manhood, and turned to Gloria and Sharon, "PLEEEEASE! Let me get one last fuck out of him, before you chop his dick off! I want to feel this monster stretching me, and squirting his last load into me! He won't take long to cum, I promise! I'll squeeze it out of him! Meanwhile, you could save some time, and band his big nuts, while he's nailing me!"

"OK," Gloria relented. "How could we possibly turn you down, after you introduced us to this nifty new castration device? You

gotta' let us know all the info on these, and where to get them, by the way!"

"Absolutely," replied Patrina, unable to let go of Cleveland's massive meat. "Meanwhile, I'm just going to climb right up on this bench, and give my humpy boy his last fuck!"

She mounted him, in cowgirl position, on top and facing him, as the ever-ready teen, Tracy, guided his raging hard-on into the mouth of Patrina's dripping vulva.

"Do it, girl!," hollered Tracy, and Patrina absolutely impaled herself on his gigantic, rock-hard prick, running the entire thirteen inches into herself on one drop, and ramming her hot cunt up and down on it, over and over again!

"Jesus," observed Tracy, who was playing with her little clit, at this point, already, "I don't, for the life of me, see where you can park all that pork in your tight pussy!" Then, while Patrina was in the beginning throes of orgasm, the ever-amazing, Tracy launched into a discussion of interracial sex! "Have you noticed," she began. "That we white girls, seem to invariably go for big black dick! I mean since the short time I've been working here, the girls are both black and white, but since we don't deal with less than eight inch cocks, the girls' humpies are nearly always black! Have you noticed that, girls? Aren't there any white guys with big cocks?"

Gloria took her on, "Well Sharon and I look at a lot of porn tapes, with, or without our humpies. And when you check them out, the ‘Big Cock' flicks are invariably, superbly-hung, black dudes: Lexington Steele, Mandingo, Jack Napier, and a couple of others, and if there are any white gents in the picture, they look ridiculous by comparison! Girls LIKE big cock — they admit it — everybody knows it! It's exciting! They look great in the actresses' little hands. It fills them up, nice and tight, stretches their pussies out, and then for the ‘payoff' shots, in the films, those big guys usually have bigger balls too, and thus shoot bigger loads! That's what people are paying to see! Nobody wants to see some needle-dicked white dude, dribble a teaspoon of cum onto Jenna Jameson's mug!" Gloria thought for a minute, while Patrina and Cleveland humped on, adding, "If you remember, back in the great Traci Lords' porn-film days, in the mid-eighties, you'd never see a black guy in pictures! The producers were terrified of showing inter-racial! Traci Lords, in hundreds of films and loops, I don't think EVER fucked a black guy! So you never saw her take on any big cock! I think the biggest one she ever fucked was Peter North, who was only nine inches long, they say. And he was more famous for his long-distance squirting ability, than his size!"

"Do you mind?," interrupted Sharon. "I hate to break this tea party up, but let's get Cleveland's balls banded, while Patrina's fucking his brains out," she suggested, as she approached the wildly humping couple from behind, with the outstretched elastrator. "Tracy, give me a hand here, will you? With all the pussy juice running out of Patrina, I don't think we have any lubrication issues for the bander!" Tracy grasped one of his balls, and held it up for Sharon, as she pushed the widely-stretched bander down on it. Tracy pulled some scrotal skin through first, and then pushed the huge ball into it, with her thumbs, popping it through. Working similarly with the other testicle, she managed to shove that through too, with greater difficulty. Then Tracy pulled the nut-filled sack as far through the noose as possible. Sharon let the tool spring closed, and popped the band off the prongs with her fingernail. She loaded the second band on the tool, and she and Tracy repeated the process.

"OK, Cleveland," Tracy piped in, cheerily, "You're as good as castrated!"

That did it for him, as his orgasm hit him, and he started pumping sperm strongly into Patrina's quivering cunt, already in high climax, and milking the cum out of his massive, shooting cock.

"Oh, I want to see and taste his last load!." she yelled, as she slipped off him, grabbing hold of his exploding prick, and began pumping it, as sperm squirted high into the air.

Tracy reached over, and began squeezing his banded nuts with both hands, "Jesus! Look at him shoot! Even with his balls banded, he has so much cum!," as the pulsing prick rained sperm down on her.

Patrina then jammed her head onto his throbbing cock, taking the last of his load into her mouth and down her throat, as she sucked in as much as she could, helped by Tracy, crushing his nuts in her hands. Finally he was empty, and Patrina lifted her head off him, and grinned back at Tracy. Both of their faces were dripping with cum. Tracy spoke first, "Well, THAT was exciting!" She looked at Cleveland, "Well, guy, your final orgasm was a winner! I'll bet you won't forget THAT!"

"I think you're right!" exclaimed Cleveland, in exhaustion.

"Alright, let's get his big whopper banded, and feed it to the chopper, while it's still hard!," suggested Gloria, with a smile, as she rolled the little green band onto the castrating tool. She moved over to him, and, with Tracy's help, popped the huge glans through the stretched band, made easier by it still being drenched with his slippery cum. She shoved the tool to the base of his mammoth prick, released the handle, and pushed the tight band the extra inch, popping it off with her fingernail. The hard prick now shone, with it's fully stretched skin pulled tight on it. They repeated the process with the second band, and stood back to admire his magnificent specimen of a penis.

Tracy couldn't resist grabbing her ruler to measure him again, for the last time. She pushed the end of the ruler down into the two bands, and held it against his incredible three-inch thickness. The tip of the head extended, now, fully two-inches past the end of the ruler. "Look at THAT!," admired Tracy, "Those bands have him so swollen and stiff, his beautiful dick has expanded to fourteen fucking inches! I don't know when we'll EVER see a prick like THAT again! It's almost a shame to cut it off!"

"Ya" replied Patrina, "It is, in a way, but think how fabulous it's going to look pumping sperm in my double-dildo strap-on!"

Tracy looked at her, with a big grin, and said, "You got to be careful you don't injure some poor girl with that, Patrina! You shove some big, thick thing like that into MY little pussy, and I'd be done for!"

Sharon had to break it up, by helping Cleveland up, and leading him by his waving prick, up to the guillotine at the foot of the bench. "OK, you know the drill by now," she said. "Tracy, pull the chopping blade up to the top, and I'll attach the cord to the trip mechanism." They completed that, and Sharon suggested, "Let's switch to the bigger, two-and-a-half-inch gripping block for the hole, for this prick," which Tracy did. Then Sharon gave Cleveland a gentle push forward. "Lay your big cock into that chopping block hole, and push yourself forward as far as you can." Tracy then fitted the matching block into the channels, and slid it down onto his prick. She had to adjust the shaft-skin back and forth a little, at the hole, so the upper block could fully-fit, tight against the lower one, with no skin in the way, and she could slip the holding pegs into their holes. Then she took the other lanyard cord, tied it securely behind his hugely-flared, glossy cock-head, and pulled on it so Sharon could line-up his cock-bands precisely with the chopping line on the base of the guillotine. Tracy had his giant weapon fully stretched-out, as Sharon ushered Patrina over, and handed her the release cord.

Sharon grinned and said, "His prick's fate is in your hands, sweetie!" Patrina leaned forward and kissed the big, glossy, purple head of his cock for the last time. She smiled, looked him straight in the eye, and without a word, pulled the cord. The shiny, heavy blade shot down the channel, and everyone watched its' passage, including Cleveland. In a second, the sharp, angled edge of the blade hit the top edge of his waiting prick, and sliced cleanly through the three-inch-thick cockmeat, landing with a thud against it's base block.

Tracy was well-braced this time, and didn't land on the floor with his tied cock. Instead, she grinned and handed Patrina the cord, with Cleveland's fourteen-incher dangling below, and slowly rotating.

"Ain't it a beauty?," asked Tracy, redundantly.

Patrina was thrilled to be holding it by the cord, and started swinging it around her head. "Absolutely! I love it! I cant wait to get it back home, for my strap-on, when you guys are done with it!"

She kissed the tip one more time, and handed it to Gloria, who tagged it, and placed it in the refrigerator. "Now I want his lovely, big nuts!," Patrina added, with a wicked smile.

Cleveland was grimacing in pain, but responded, "I'll BET you do!," as he remained pushed against the guillotine, that just took his precious prick.

"OK, let's get ‘em harvested for you, girl," replied Sharon.

Tracy went to the front of the machine, and pulled up the heavy chopping blade, so Sharon could snub the cord onto the trip lever. Then, after moving the top hole-block up a bit, she lifted his mammoth ballsack, squeezed his nuts, and pulled on them, stretching out his scrotum, and placed in the lower half-hole of the cutter. She then slid the top block back down, engaging the lower one. Again, she had to squish the sack-skin around a bit, while she pulled hard on his nuts, so the skin would fit entirely within the hole. Tracy then released his stretched balls, which sprang back against the blocks, as Sharon slipped the security pegs into their holes. "Hey, that was fun!," hollered Tracy, with her usual devilish grin, as she grabbed his nuts again, pulled them far out, and then let go. They sprang back with a thud, "Don't they sound neat?," she exclaimed, as she pulled them and released them over and over again, giggling, "Did you ever have that toy, when you were a kid, with a ping-pong paddle and the little rubber ball, attached by a long rubber band to the middle of the paddle....."

"Ya, ya, we get the picture," admonished Sharon, "Hey, can we get on with this, you silly twit! A little dignity here! This gent's about to have his balls chopped off! Kindly line up the bands with our cutting line, and leave his nuts alone."

Tracy murmured, "Sorrrrry," and did what she was told, adjusting his ballsack to where his scrotal bands were directly over the line.

Sharon smiled, and handed Patrina the release cord. Patrina again grinned, looking him in the eye, and said, "Say good-bye to the last of your sex-life, honey! The next time these babies pump anymore sperm, is when I fill ‘em up in my nice strap-on!" With that, she yanked, and hollered, "YA!," as the heavy blade shot down from the top of the guillotine, and ripped through his ballsack and sperm cords, coming to a crashing stop against its' block. "Oh ya!, look at these lovelies!," admired Patrina, as she reached down, and picked them up, out of the little wicker basket. Again, she kissed them, and gave them to Gloria for the fridge.

That was Nurse Amanda's cue, and she came over to get Cleveland.

"Let's get you sewn up, so you can go home. See how pretty and smooth you are in the front now?," as she led him into the bathroom, and added, "No stuff sticking out, or hanging down! ‘Clean as a whistle! ..... Just like us girls!"

"Ya," chimed in young Tracy, with a big grin, "I could even loan you my little thong bikini-bottom, and you wouldn't have to worry about bulging out of it anywhere!"

Sharon turned to Gloria, saying with a grin, "Somehow, I don't think he wanted to hear that!"

Patrice and Patrina helped the girls clean up, mopping all the cum off the floor, and straightening up, until the suturing nurse was finished with Cleveland. They all hugged and said their goodbyes, and Gloria told the twins that she'd call them as soon as their strap-on was ready, and back from Arizona. At that, the foursome left, and the girls busied themselves, packing up all the cocks and balls on dry ice, and placing them carefully in a small Igloo cooler. Tracy checked-off all the tags against her clipboard list. Gloria steel-banded the cooler, so it couldn't be opened, and labeled it for the tanners, saying, "I'll drop off our cooler-full of goodies at the overnight forwarders. I guess we'll not schedule another group of donors, until we see what these strap-ons look like when they get back from Phoenix. I have a whole waiting list of ‘donor-wannabees', so that ought to be fun!"

Sharon added, with a big smile, "And Gloria's and my two hung- boyfriends, want to volunteer as donors, as soon as they see what the strap-ons look like!"

"Well, listen," added Amanda, "Why don't we make a big party of it, when you get the strap-ons back from Arizona, in ten days, or whenever? You could get all the girls back at one time, give them their bills, and you've said you want to show them how the squirting mechanisms work. We could even send-out formal invitations, have the evening catered, from the deli, push back the waiting-room couches all around the walls, and tart-up the room with candles, mood-music, and all — ‘Get everybody in the mood, and invite everyone to a nice little "show-and-tell" orgy, where the girls can try-out, and demonstrate their new squirting strap-ons, fucking each other's brains out! Then if you gals can get your humpies to come too, and give-up their goods, for YOUR strap-ons, you'd have a great finale for the evening, chopping off all their cocks and balls!"

"Ya," responded Tracy, "That would be GREAT fun! I'm still trying to talk my humpy, with the biggest cock, into it, but he's still on the fence about it! He's got a huge prick, like Cleveland did, and I'm not so sure I really want to cut it off him!, I have so much fun with it on him!"

Sharon and Gloria thought it was a fine idea too, and turned to leave, holding open the office door for the rest. Gloria had the last word, "I'll bet you DO have fun with it, Tracy!... I'll just bet you do!"

Next week, will see the final Chapter Of "College Girls", wherein all the clients return to the castration offices of Gloria & Sharon at "Authenticock", to view and pay for, their REAL-cock-mounted, squirting, strap-on dildos, as they come back from the tanners. The girls have not only made a lovely, catered-party out of the occasion, but have planned the clients' participation in a fun, show-and-tell orgy, to try-out, and demonstrate their new strap-ons on each other. The grand finale may be grand, indeed, if Tracy, Sharon, and Gloria have managed to talk their own hugely-hung humpies to come along, and forfeit their cocks and balls to the cause of the girls' own strap-on plans, in a memorable, group-castration! Tune in to find out in:

"The College Girls Go For REAL Dildos, Chapter 8."