A Virgin's Sacrifice

‘So,’ she said her voice half seductress and half school-mistress. ‘You boys want to lose your virginity?’

The boys were seated opposite Julianne on her leather sofa. All aged seventeen, they were perfectly ripe for her favourite game – desperately horny and stupidly trusting. They exchanged nervous glances before Jeremy, a tall boy with a thick crop of blonde hair, responded.

‘Uh… yes. We do.’

Julianne smiled a scarlet-lipped smile as she took a sip of wine. They were all the same – big talkers around school, but nervous wrecks when faced with a real woman. And Julianne Delwinter, at thirty-five, was a real woman. She leant forward to place her wine on the coffee table, giving the boys a view of her impressive cleavage, before speaking.

‘And the girls at your school told you that if you come here, I could help you with that?’

‘Yeah,’ said Craig, a burly lad with broad shoulders and a big smile. ‘That’s what happened. So can you?’

Julianne ran a finger over her right breast as she spoke. ‘Oh, I can help you boys. I’d love to. But there’s a price.’

‘We’ve got money,’ spat the third boy excitedly. He was a quiet kid named Liam, who struggled to look Julianne in the eyes. ‘How much do we need?’

‘I don’t want your money,’ said Julianne with a wicked grin. ‘I’m not that cheap. I demand a much higher price than currency for this service. I mean, you’re a bunch of learner-drivers, and this is a Ferrari.’

To drive the point home, Julianne undid her top and let her breasts free from their black bra. The wobbled seductively, their creamy-white flesh extenuated by the bra-shaped tan line around them. The boys shifted uncomfortably, failing to hide the bulges in their jeans.

‘We’ll give you whatever you want,’ stammered Jeremy, licking his lips.

‘Anything?’ said Julianne, spreading her legs far enough for the light to glisten on her moist, hairless crotch.

‘Anything!’ they said in unison.

‘I demand a sacrifice. If one of you gives me their balls, the others will get to have me.’

The boys sat in stunned silence. It was Craig that finally spoke.

‘I’m sorry… give you their balls? How do you mean?’

‘I mean just that,’ said Julianne with a smile. ‘I get to castrate one of you, or none of you will ever get inside here.’

She ran a finger across her clitoris slowly.

‘You can’t be serious,’ said Jeremy.

Julianne snapped her legs shut and sighed impatiently. ‘Get out.’

‘No, no. Wait,’ said Liam, his face a picture of desperation. ‘We’ll do it. But how do we decide… you know, who gets cut?’

Julianne grinned, slowly parting her legs once more. ‘Well, I just cannot tolerate a man with a small, ugly penis. So I think the best way to decide would be if I compare your cocks and make the choice myself.’

The three boys looked at each other timidly, eventually nodding in agreement.

‘Great,’ said Julianne with an excited clap of her manicured hands. ‘Let’s see them, boys.’

Jeremy went first, standing confidently and unbuckling his pants. He yanked them down and let his erection spring out proudly. It stood straight up, more than ten inches topped with a purple knob the size of a golf ball. His large balls were held tight in their sack. Julianne grinned her approval.

‘Very nice,’ she cooed.

Now Craig stood, eyeing off his friend’s organ jealously. He pulled down his pants and thrust out his dick for inspection. His was only seven inches, but what it lacked in length it more than made up for in girth. His cock was twice as thick as Jeremy’s.

‘Not bad,’ Julianne conceded, before turning to Liam. ‘Your turn.’

Liam had gone pale. He had been so confident. He’d seen the both of his friends naked in the change rooms, and had compared himself to them favourably on many occasions. But he’d never seen them hard. He stood nervously and undid his pants. Then he pulled them down slowly to reveal his hard prick. At five inches, it looked a miserable sight between the two impressive cocks it was being compared with. His balls were held tight, as though trying to hide. Julianne raised an eyebrow.

‘We have a winner,’ she laughed. ‘That little thing isn’t going anywhere near me.’

‘Wait,’ spluttered the panicked Liam.

‘Uh-uh, honey, you agreed to the terms. Hold him!’

Craig and Jeremy grabbed the squirming boy by the arms, easily overpowering their smaller friend. Their erections slapped against his side as he struggled. While this was going on, Julianne reached into a drawer beside her and produced a gleaming metal clamping device. She eyed the device off, playing a hand across her vagina before getting up and walking to the restrained Liam.

‘Oh, don’t worry, sweety,’ she soothed. ‘It’s just a little chop, and then you can sit back and watch your friends fuck me with those big, fat cocks of theirs.’

Liam was crying now, blubbering and begging his friends.

‘Sorry, dude,’ said Jeremy, moving his hips so his knob rubbed against Liam’s side. ‘But this is so worth it.’

‘Now,’ said Julianne to Jeremy. ‘Can you hold him on your own?’

‘No problem,’ he replied, moving behind Liam and hooking his arms under the struggling boy’s.

‘Good. Now you,’ she said to Craig. ‘Can get down here and taste me.’

Craig was more than happy to oblige, kneeling behind the bending woman and diving his tongue into her juicy pleasure-zone. Julianne began to breathe heavily.

‘Ready to say goodbye to those little balls?’ she asked.

Liam shook his head and wailed.

‘Oh,’ she groaned, holding the clamp open and pulling his balls forcibly down into the steel jaws. ‘Too bad.’

Julianne held Liam’s balls in her left hand. Her face turned hard and with her right she squeezed the clamp’s handle. There was a sickening crunching sound, and then the sack fell away from Liam’s writhing body. He screamed in horror. Unconcerned, Julianne dropped the clamp and reached into the sack, pulling out the pink, fleshy balls and holding them up to her face. She gasped ecstatically, grinding her dripping pussy into Craig’s face as she stared at the severed nuts. She orgasmed as she crushed the testicles in her hand, letting the mix of blood and sperm run down her arm and across her bouncing breasts.

Liam, shaking and delirious, was laid on the couch. Julianne took a mere five minutes to clean the wound, make sure the cords were properly crushed and then sow up the ugly hole.

He was, a Julianne had promised, allowed to watch his friends fuck the gorgeous Julianne. Neither of them lasted very long, the excitement of watching Liam’s balls getting cut and the pure pleasure provided by an experienced woman proving too much for even Jeremy’s massive cock. Julianne knelt before them and let them explode onto her, their cum bouncing across her lips and tongue, before dribbling down her chin and onto her tits. She did this with relish, all the time keeping her eyes, and her smile, fixed clearly on the boy she took so much pleasure in castrating. But Liam didn’t look back. His weeping eyes simply jumped between the two sets of healthy balls bouncing around beside Julianne’s beautiful face. Then he looked to his bloody, ruined testicles lying uselessly on the floor, a meter from the fleshy, empty sack at his feet.