So one day, I've found myself sitting in the cafeteria, waiting for her to show up. I was still mostly pessimistic. Every time someone single entered the cafeteria, I was subconsciously evaluating how much would I be pissed if that person turns out to be Sally.

Fortunately, I knew I won't need to be - because I noticed a familiar face entering the door. Indeed there was Sally, looking the same as on the pics in her profile. A nice, young, blond girl, with two long ponytails and a headband. She was dressed fully in the native American style.

I've found out she not only looks the same as in her online profile, she is the same, nice person. The hour we've spend together seemed way too short and we agreed to see each other again. And then once more. I've really enjoyed seeing this girl. She's very different from what I was used to. She was actually raised by a native Americans tribe and goes completely in their way of life. No wonder she seemed so unique. Most people always worry about their looks, or money, or work, what to wear and other petty things. Sally has always seemed to be on top of this stuff. She has her joy, her headband and her forest spirits and that's all she needs. Most of us should be inspired by this approach.

We had our third get-together (date?) when she commented that I don't seem to be trying to get into her panties. "Not all men are like that," I answered. "No," she said, "but still you're different than most." She leaned closer. "Do you want me to help you solve your problem?" She asked, as if she expected me to know what she's talking about.

It turned out our meetings in the chat-room weren't just chance. Sally has known me sooner than that. She's been checking some of the eunuch discusson groups, where I've often contributed. Since that was still the dinosaur age of the Internet and e-mail addresses were not so easy to get by as they are now, I've used the same e-mail for registration on the discussion groups and chat-rooms. That's how Sally has bumped into me. Not that she'd spy on every guy on the 'net. The forest spirits has guided her specifically to me, she explained.

Well, 'that problem' Sally was referring to was, of course, my penectomy fantasy, or shall I say, desire. And she's known all about it from the EA boards. I wasn't sure at first what exactly she means by 'helping me' with my problem - did she want to cure me with her forest spirits, or help me fulfill my fantasy? Fortunately, it turned out she was after the latter. Some need cure, but some, like you, need the solution, she commented. And she was indeed willing to fix me, under just one condition - we do it her way.

Of course, after we split ways that day, this was all I could think about. Is it really happening? Is it possible to find a girl on the net who wants to deal with such things? And that I have really found her? Even if it's actually all true, what did she mean by 'her way'? And of course, the ultimate question - do I really want to do it? Like, really soon? I was pretty sure I'd like to fulfill my fantasy at some point in the future. But this was just intimidating. I could decide - right there, right then, that I want this girl to cut of my cock, really soon, and I shall live the rest of my life dickless.

Of course I couldn't sleep either, thinking about everything. But eventually it was the very essence of my dilemma that decided the outcome. As I was thinking about the possibilities, I've had an erection the whole night. In the morning, not only was my thing sore but constantly erect. I couldn't pee properly, and much less stuff it in my pants. I was looking at the obstacle - my erect prick - and I was getting quite mad. It just wouldn't go down as I tried to dress. Screw you, penis. You know what? I'm fed up with you getting in the way all the time. You're nothing but a hassle. Off you go!

Right there, with my dick erect and my pants down, I've called Sally right away to tell her I'll be ready. She expected this decision and already began to make the arrangements. Weekend was coming, so Sally flat out announced we'll do it on Saturday - i.e. cut me in just two days! I've realized this really is serious and Sally is obviously not an imposter. What would you do, if you could only have your penis for two more days before it's time to go away forever? I don't know about you, but I could hardly wait. Judging by the constant erections, my dick was just as eager to part with the rest of me.

Saturday came and I was quite in a trance. I've met Sally outside of town, on a dirt road at the entrance to the forest, early in the morning. That was part of 'her ways'. What surprised me more were two horses without saddles but carrying leather bags, ready to carry us deeper into the forest. I was almost getting suspicious at that point, but there was no way I would back down and lose the chance. So I just dragged myself on top of one of the horses and we galloped into the woods. An hour later, I was already more relaxed than I've ever been. Although we enjoyed the silence and the birds singing, Sally often dropped some trivia about the history of the forest and the animals living there.

It was late morning when we came to a grass field. That was our destination. We've unpacked one of the leather bags, which turned out to be a tent - teepee, to be precise. I've tried to help Sally put it up, but she already had it done before I could do as much as move an arm. Just a minute later she was making a fireplace and before I knew it she was cooking some potions or something, judging by the various herbs she brought with her. As I watched her in quiet amazement, she joked about pale faces losing all the connection to mother nature... and all the important skills with it.

There wasn't much for me to do, so I was mostly walking around, enjoying the fresh air. Good thing I've brought some sandwiches, since Sally was sure making herself busy. Shortly after noon, there were around a dozen of bowls, bottles and satchels with various stuff she's cooked or mixed. Some of them she kept hot. I couldn't even begin to guess what's all that for.

"Well, I've readied everything. Ready to begin?" she asked with a wide smile, kneeling by the fireplace.

"Begin?"

"With that," she pointed at my crotch. Yikes! I've been so lost in the atmosphere for the past few hours, I've almost forgot why are we there. Is she really going to...?

"You mean you want to..." I was babbling.

"That's what we are here for. Come on," she stood up and dragged me into the tent. I wasn't putting up any resistance.

The afternoon sun was shining directly into the teepee, so there was a lot of light inside. Sally brought in all of the liquids and bottles from the outside. I was just sitting and waiting, not knowing what to do or expect.

"What's up pale face, are you afraid?" She joked again. "Why don't you rather lie down, huh?" Again, without any resistance or comment, I did what she asked.

"Hey what's wrong with you? We're not going to hunt ghosts. We're here to fulfill your fantasy, remember?" She tenderly slapped me on my cheek, like she'd want to wake me up.

"Right, it's just... Kinda sudden you know... It hasn't sunk in yet... Sorta..." I stammered, trying to catch any conscious thought that might appear in my mind.

"Hey you're not going to chicken out on me now, are you? Now that would make me mad. Let's enjoy ourselves. That will cheer you up," she said, taking off her leather jacket. Underneath it, she only had a piece of white cloth, a working replacement for a bra. She reached to her back and untied the cloth. Slowly she put it down, revealing her pretty, round and firm breasts.

She was right; that's what I needed to cheer me up. I reached out for her and she kneeled down closer to me, so I could fondle her breasts. They were perfect, just the right size to fit the hand, as they say. She retaliated by undressing my jacket and then, just to complete the perfect picture, pulled down her leather pants. She wasn't wearing anything underneath them and I got a full picture of her beautiful body.

"Hmmm," she moaned as I went on caressing her body. She sat down on my belly and let me have my fun for a good few minutes.

"What else do you have in there?" she asked as she was unzipping my pants and pulling down my underwear. My penis sprung to view, getting erect fast.

"Not bad," she giggled. "Not as big as the men in my tribe, but good," she added, as she began examining my member with her hands. "So you've never learned to live with it, right? I've read all you've written. We'll fix your problem." She kept smiling.

I was silent all the time. Sally reached to her side and gave me a bowl of some liquid.

"What is it?" I asked.

"You may call it an energy drink. You'll see. Drink it up."

I drank it. Rather than an energy drink, it resembled fire water. Feeling of animal heat has filled my whole body, but mostly concentrated in my crotch. My erection was growing bigger and harder than ever.

"Good effect, isn't it? And it would stay like this for hours. Not in your case, obviously." She laughed at her own joke. "But, I'm sure you're curious how does it feel, right?" With those words, she positioned herself just above my penis, then, with a sensual expression on her face and eyes half-closed, she began to sloooowly descent. At first I felt just a gentle touch of her labia on my glans. But as she went lower, my penis kept disappearing inside her. I was holding her hips to enhance the connection between us. My penis was not only full of blood, but also way oversensitive from the drink. I could feel Sally's every move tenfold. It was like being in a pleasure machine.

Sally was riding me slowly, rocketing me to the sky. She was enjoying herself as well, judging by her closed eyes and concentrated expression. We've changed positions a few times, but I never resided on top; always below her or at her side. We were doing this way longer than I expected; the drink must have caused delay of ejaculation as well. Sally obviously didn't have this problem, as she came as many times I stopped counting. I was quite exhausted, but my need to cum has never been stronger.

"That's not bad for a pale face," Sally joked, moving her hips to the sides, since she was on top again. "But I've had enough for today, thank you." She slid down from my dick. It was still as hard as an hour ago.

"Heh, right, you didn't come. I suppose you'd like to?" She giggled, pinching my glans.

"Shit yeah! What was that you gave me? I can't finish!" I shouted back, quite frustrated.

"You should get used to it. This may very well become your permanent state. But okay, we'll make it good for you for the last time, good?"

That actually sounded pretty grim, but I nodded. "Well... That would be nice."

Sally reached for a small satchel and covered my penis with some powder, which quickly melted. Then she oiled her palms with some aromatic cream.