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Jill was a beautiful girl full of love. All her life she had been drawn toward people she could help and good deeds that she could do. But Jill had a dark wish inside her that she kept suppressed at all times. Jill wanted to cut off a dick from a man or a boy. She was never really sure which. Her fantasy, which she daydreamed through and conjured just before sleep, changed. Sometimes she imagined a boy, just before he reached puberty and he was sent to her for proper training. Perhaps it was to be trained to be a man. And she taught him well. He wore no clothes, his hairless penis and scrotum swinging free.
She taught him manners and etiquet. She taught him how a woman should be pleased. Not to rush her pleasure but to give her time to warm up. And the boy was grateful. No, he was more than grateful, he was in love with her. He wanted her and no other female. And somehow she knew it, but ignored it. Jill would rub his naked bottom when he gave her a hug. She would lead him to the kitchen to practice his trust in women. The practice consisted of him putting his penis or his testicles on a specially contstructed wooden shelf. She picked up a knife and moved it over to his package. He would look nervous, begin sweating, and she would let the edge of her knife dance on his skin. She never cut, but more dragged and scraped it across his skin. He broke into a sweat but she promised him she would not hurt him. Yet maybe he didnt fully believe her. Other times she would bend him over and spread his cheeks. Then she moved a smaller knife to his anus and would let the cold metal touch his brown little hole. He did not move or flinch. He was becoming truly, truly trained. Jill was pleased. One day, as her hand stroked his cock as they watched TV together, she felt a throb. The throb increased and his cock hardened. Without moving her head she let her eyes drift to the corners where she could see he was breathing shallow. His penis jumped and then string after string of hot cum shot out of his dick and onto the carpet. That was it, he was ready. He was now of age to go to his next tutor, but she didnt want to let him go. She calculated her next move in a second. She rose from the sofa with her hand wrapped around his penis. He had no choice but to rise with her. She lead him into the kitchen, both eyed the small, wooden shelf. He froze in his tracks but she pulled him harder. He became rigid and harder to move. She became determined and cross. She ordered him to the shelf but he would not go. A wild, animal fear was in his eyes. Jill wheeled around to grab him by the balls with her other hand. Her grip tightened around his penis and his balls. She began to pull and despite his desire to avoid moving closer, the pain was overwhelming. He quickly followed as she drew him toward the block. I love you she said, and I wont let you go on. I will keep you here. The boy (or was he a man now?) began to shout I dont love you, you cant keep me! She let go of his balls with her left hand and opened the palm of her right hand. Then she pushed down, pinning his penis down on top of his testicles. They slid in their sack so they were pushing out from beneath his smooth pole. Your penis is so pretty, I dream about it. I fantasize about it, I wont let it go. The boy begins to cry and sob. He doesnt want to be hurt. She doesnt want to hurt him, but love makes you do things that you really dont want to do. Her free hand reached for the knife. He starts to whimper. She places the edge of the blade on the other side of her hand from his cock and balls. He promises to love her, he is confused. He wants her to cut him, to give to her that which she has taught him to use. She starts to cry, their love is reciprocal. His breath begins to hitch, he doesnt want to be taken away, he sobs. She is so moved, he is so beautiful, so full of life and vigor. He doesnt have the emotional baggage that others have. He is so pure. She leans forward, he does the same. Their mouths meet in the middle and their tongues reach for each other. He reaches down the back of her dress and puts his fingers into her vagina. She gets so wet, she starts to shake, her knees tremble. Her strength begins to ebb. He senses her heat and her lust. He takes his free hand and carresses her cheek. She doesnt want to lose him and he doesnt know any other kind of love. He moves his hand to the tip of his own cock. She doesnt want to take her central vision off of his lovely, naked face. She senses him sliding his hand up his own cock which is on the chopping block. Over his tense, hurting balls. Over her hand. His hand massages her hand. She begins to move her hand away from his trapped manhood but his firm grip stops her. She senses his intention and feels her love returned. He begins to push down on her hand. She feels the blood flowing and kisses him harder, spreads her legs and lets his fingers in all the way. She is so hot and wet, he loves her that much. No one has ever loved her that much. She feels secure, supream, a goddess. She pushes her breasts into him and he pushes down all the way. As hard as he can. Jill bursts into an orgasm on her bed. Her juicy vagina gushes again and again, her legs, her hand, her sheets are soaked. Her back arches and her body tenses. And there she is alone, on Valentines Day, in her bed. She begins to cry and wishes that there was someone in the world who she was sure loved her THAT much. Once upon a time there was a boy who loved her that much but he was long gone now. Sometimes a memory is the best thing youve got and you just cant ever let it go. Happy Valentines Day.
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