Recent research has revealed that red haired individuals have a different gene; different that is from blonds, brunettes, and black haired individuals.  It is this gene, epidemiologist conclude, that is responsible for the notorious temper associated with red hair.  Darla had red hair, hair that just screamed Gaelic, coupled with alabaster skin that would not tolerate more than five minutes in the sun.  At age 35 she was the object of interests to most males of every age and females of that inclination.  Unlike many redheads, where the hair is the most spectacular point, she had an earth mother figure and an angelic smile, with just the slightest hint of evil.

Today was one of the dog days of August and Darla was having 11 AM coffee with her next-door neighbor Sherry.  They had lived next door to one another for years; their children played together, but they were not really close.  Darla had money, or at least her husband earned a lot, she and her two boys were well provided for.  Sherry with three children the oldest a 12 years old boy, and two younger girls 11 and 9, was just scraping by with her husband’s work as an accountant, and were hoping for the day he would be a CPA.

The conversation had run the gamut school starting soon, kids sick, kids not sick, husbands etc., etc., etc.  Then there was a lull in the conversation.  “Sherry,” asked Darla, “you seem a little out of sorts, depressed, you know under the weather, what is wrong dear?”

“Oh I am fine, just can’t wait to get the kids back to school and have a couple minutes alone.”  Replied Sherry.

“Now, now, tell mother Darla all about it, something is eating at you kid.”

“Yeah, I guess, didn’t know it shows.  Its Hank Sr., is this all there is, man it is a bore.  Saturday night he gets hard, I get on my back and he shoves it in, and you know what happens next, nothing.  All great expectations and nothing.”  Sherry began to cry.

“Well I could say you should be grateful he comes to you and not some chippie, but I know that doesn’t help.  So your love life doesn’t live up to Hollywood standards.”

“No.” Sniffle Sherry.  “It doesn’t live up to any standards.”

“You never have an orgasm?”  Asked Darla.

“No, only when….”

“Only when dear?”  Asked Darla as she leaned forward.

“Only when I, well you know, alone in the bathroom.”  Replied a very embarrassed Sherry.

“Oh, doesn’t Hank go down on you to get you ready?”

“Go down?”

“Come on Sherry, don’t be that naïve with me, jeese, you have had three kids, are you trying to tell me you and Hank don’t have oral sex.  He doesn’t taste you and you don’t taste him?”

“No, we sort of tried it once and all it did was kinda embarrassed us both, so we just stick to the basics.” 

“Gee, with blow jobs of both sexes just a little beyond shaking hands these days, I would have thought you have tried it more than once. By the way do you have anything stronger than this coffee, I need a couple of belts about now, this is thirsty work.”

“Let see there is an open bottle of wine in the fridge.”  Said Sherry.

“That isn’t going to make it dear, hang right there and I will be right back.”  Darla was up and out the door almost sprinting to her house.  She was back in under five minutes, sweating so that her lush figure was pretty much there for everyone to see in her light summer dress.  “This is from the ol sod, Irish Whiskey.  Have a go lass.”  Giggled Darla as she poured a generous dollop of the whiskey into Sherry’s empty coffee cup, and the same into her own.  “Now for an Irish Toast, may you be in heaven for a week before the devil knows you’re dead, down the hatch girl.”

Sherry did as she was told, and even though the whiskey was an excellent grade, she sputtered for about a minute when it hit bottom.

“Ah you can’t walk on one leg Sherry, have another.”  Encouraged Darla, as she poured them both another jolt.

After another round of sputtering, Sherry began to relax. She was a little walleyed as she stared at Darla.  “Darla you don’t have a bra on, do you?”

“No I don’t dear, nor panties either.”  Smiled Darla, as she lifted her dress and spread her legs to reveal her full red bush.

“Oh wow, you sure are a red head aren’t you.”  Sherry giggled as the whiskey lowered her inhibitions about 35%.

“Yep, all natural, I never shave it or trim it.  It has always be a source of interest to me how fascinated some people are by red hair, and when they see me like this they just can’t help but want to bury the face in it and worship me with their mouths and tongues.”

“Double wow.”  Was the best Sherry could do as Darla poured another round of the Irish Whiskey.

“A couple of years ago I was in the same situation Sherry.  My sex life seemed boring, though not as boring as yours I must say.  Fred had been after me for years to try wife swapping or a threesome to spice things up.  I finally agreed to a threesome with some woman he knew from work.  Well it didn’t turn out as he planned, I found out something, I like girls Sherry.  I like to kiss them, I like to suck their tits, I like to fuck them with my mouth, and have them fuck me with their mouth.  Poor Fred he didn’t know what to do, talk about the best laid plans of mice and men going astray.”

“You’re a lesbian?”  Asked a shocked Sherry.

“Oh I don’t know about that, I prefer to call myself a Gay lick.  You can’t imagine how fascinated I became with finding women that would open their legs for me, and I for them.  The warm musky fragrance, the taste of a woman’s cunt took over my whole world.”

“Didn’t Fred object, I mean that is quite a change.”

“He did at first, but then he and I had a long session one night and after that he accepted my fondness for women, and doesn’t bother me anymore.”

“That was very open minded of him.  As much of sissy as Hank is he would still object if I changed.”

“Well Sherry dear, maybe it is not a matter of changing, but rather of awakening.”  Darla leaned forward and took Sherry’s face in her hands and kissed her deeply, and in spite of the strangeness of it all Sherry responded.

Sherry felt juices flowing that hadn’t flowed before.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was really just two minutes, Darla broke the kiss, and lowered the top of her sun dress; revealing her breasts.  “I’ll bet my nipples get harder than Hank’s dick does, kiss them Sherry, make love to my tits, pretend you’re a baby again and suck.”  Pulling Sherry’s head down, there was just a moments hesitation then Sherry began to nurse.

First one breast then another, and the nipples did get quite hard.

“Now lets go in the living room dear.”  Said Darla as she directed the woozy woman into the living room.  “Lie down on the rug on your back dear, and I will give you a nice surprise.”

Sherry did as she was told, still dressed, she positioned herself on the floor.  When she was settled on the rug, Darla spread the lips of her pussy and mounted Sherry’s mouth.

“Kiss it Sherry, lick it, suck it, you want my cunt.”  Tentatively and inexpertly Sherry did as she was told.  Darla reached behind her and slipped a hand into Sherry’s panties and inserted a couple of fingers.  Sherry responded better.  So with Darla masturbating her and a warm red haired cunt in her mouth, Sherry had the most tremendous orgasm that one could imagine, 34 years of sexual frustration were let loose in the moment.  When she finally calmed down, Darla got up and removed Sherry’s panties, the proceeded to eat her,  Sherry climaxed again, this time she got into gear and couldn’t get out, one orgasm after another until she fainted.

Unfortunately Sherry’s son Hank Jr. had come home unexpectedly and seen his mother and their neighbor engaged in what he didn’t know, but he had some playground knowledge that seemed to fit.  Not knowing what else to do he snuck back outside.

Sherry awoke to find her head cradled in Darla’s lap, as Darla ran a cold cloth over her face.  “What was that?”

“You have arrived Sherry.”

“Is that what it is supposed to be like all the time.”

“Yep.”

“I didn’t know.”

“How could you.  Hank’s a nice fellow but Errol Flynn he is not.  Now just relax and we will try one more thing.”  Darla moved down Sherry’s body and took her sex in her mouth again, and opened her legs wide and invited Sherry to dine again.  This time it was more soothing and mellow, but eventually Sherry’s little butt begin to twitch as she went off again.

By this time it was three o’clock.  Darla’s dress was knotted about her waist, Sherry was still dressed except her panties were around one ankle.
”Darla, that was wonderful, when can we do that again.”

“When ever you like.  If you want to, make some excuse and come next door and spend the night.  We’ll have dinner and take a shower together then make love all night if you want.”

“What about Fred?”

“I told you dear he is accepting of my new status, he has had a conversion.

“What kind of conversion could that be.”

“I castrated him, now he just doesn’t care.”

“You what.”

“I removed the source of his masculinity, I cut his balls off.  After all he was the one that wanted to try a threesome.”

“Ohhh.”

“So Sherry my pet, if Hank ever gives you any grief let me know, I’ll be happy to fix him for you, he will be the perfect husband when I am done with him.  You can have an affair with the entire New York Giants Football team or the entire chorus line of Rockettes or both all at once and without his balls he won’t care.”

“Wow, is all I can think of to say.”

“Yes, and you never have to worry about any new little surprises, you have three that’s enough.  Oh, yes, just to be on the safe side I fixed both my boys too.”

“You did you boys.”

“It just made so much sense to do them both, that way they I wouldn’t have to worry about dating, girls, jerking off in bed, or siding with their father.  Now they are content to do their school work and play with dolls, that’s why they like your daughters so much.  Of course I do feed them birth control pills that also helps.”

“Birthcontrol pills for boys.”

“Yes, it makes them perfect little ladies.  Now Friday, you tell Hank we are having a girls only sleep over, you bring the girls over we will have a pajama party, and after the kids are asleep, we will take off our pajamas and have our own private little party.”

Friday came, and while there was some minimal protesting from Hank Sr., Sherry said it would be good chance for he and Hank Jr. to spend some time together, grabbed the girls and left.  She was horny, for the first time she was looking forward to sex.  They had a fun evening playing games, and Darla was right her boys played like two little girls with lots of giggling and no junior male behavior.  After the kids were asleep Sherry had the most dreamy evening of her life, a whole new vista had opened up for her.  Sadly all good things must come to an end.  Saturday the kids played outside and Sherry reluctantly returned home.

Monday Sherry was sitting having coffee, the kids were outside, when Darla appeared coffee cup in hand.  “Hi stranger, can I come in and get a refill?”

“Oh god, Darla, I have missed you so.”  Cried Sherry as she fell into Darla’s arms.  “Saturday was just awful, he stuck his thing in me, I thought I was going to vomit it is so disgusting how did I live with it all these years.”

“Shhhush now, dear, everything is okay, I’m here now.”  Darla kissed Sherry’s face gently.

“Darla, do it, just like you said, I can’t take it, not now, not after loving you, do him.”

“Okay Sherry I will, but you are safe now.”

“No, don’t patronize me, you said it would work, I don’t ever want to see that thing again.”

“Saturday, we will do it Saturday.  Now remember in high school Thursday was queer day.  Well the girls club has a Thursday Queer Day every week.  All the lesbians and their partners show up.  I want to take you and show you off, sort of like a date. You can call it your cuming out party.”

“Gee, I don’t know, I like you not a whole new life style.”

“None of that now, your coming and that’s final.  Now here is some real news, I’m not wearing any panties.”

“No panties.”

“That’s right,” Darla took Sherry’s hand and moved it under her dress to her nether area. “Stick your finger in me.  Oh yes, deep up in me, that’s it, now take it out and taste your finger.”

“Darla you are wicked.”

“I know, but I taste good, now on your knees, show me how much you like me.”  Breathed Darla, as she forced Sherry to her knees and spread her legs to give her access to her bright red haired cunt.

But once again, there was little Hank Jr. peeking in the window, staring at his mother as she buried her face in Darla’s cunt, and with her free hand masturbated.  This was hot stuff.

Thursday was a big event for Sherry, and she was nervous.  Hank Sr. objected, but only mildly at having to baby sit.  He had swallowed the sorority story, just like Sherry swallowed Darla.

Sherry relaxed once she arrived at the party bar with Darla, all the women were either paired off or were trying to pair off.  There were couples that were the epitome of feminine charm, the type that could never be picked out as lesbians.  There was a trio of biker girls, that went about 250 apiece, it was difficult to tell exactly what gender they were.  Then there were the couples where the female was very feminine and the partner was acting very masculine.  All in all a very interesting evening for Sherry.  She and Darla masturbated each other under the table as they watched the dancers.  Then a quick tryst in the ladies room where they embraced and kissed as they finished each other off by hand.

Sherry floated home.  As Darla give her one last kiss in the driveway of their house at 3AM.  “Saturday it is Sherry, I will be over about 10:30 have Hank Sr. in bed, and I will solve our problem.  Leave the back door unlocked.”

Sherry to far gone to realize the consequences, she just knew she never wanted to spread her legs again for Hank Sr.

Saturday evening came.  At 9PM Sherry put the girls to bed, at 9:30, Hank Jr. got tucked in also.  As she was saying good night to her son, he asked:  “What are you and the lady next door doing?”

Sherry was taken by surprise, and could only mumble they were just having coffee together.  Hank Jr. got a very strange look at this answer but didn’t protest.  Sherry was very shaken by this, and hurried out of the bedroom.

Hank Sr. was in the shower, preparing for his weekly push.  Just as planned at about 10:30 Darla let herself in to find Sherry in kitchen.

“I thought you would be upstairs with Hank Sr.?”  Said Darla.

“Its Hank Jr., he must have seen us together, he asked me about us and I didn’t know what to say.” 

“First things first Sherry, lets get Hank Sr. fixed up and then I will have a private chat with Hank Jr.  I’ll convince him to not worry about it or ask questions that embarrass you.”

“Oh would you.”

“Of course sweetheart, Mistress Darla will talk with Hank Jr. and he won’t be a problem after this evening.  Now lets go see Hank.”

The two women went upstairs to the bedroom, Darla with a small satchel.  Sherry led her into the master bedroom, and Darla closed and locked the door behind her.

“What’s this Sherry, Darla, what are you doing here?”  Asked a bewildered Hank Sr.

“Hank dear, you may have noticed I have red hair.” Responded Darla.  “Well the question that occurs to everyone, man and child is do I have red hair everywhere.  Well the answer is yes.”  With that Darla removed her dress.  Hank’s eyes bulged.  Darla had on high heels, nylons and a garter belt; these items framed her curly red haired crotch very nicely. 

Hank Sr. gulped, and his jaw dropped open.

“Now Hank, we are going to have a three way tonight, but I don’t want you to get to excited so it it’s going to be necessary to restrain you.”  Darla pulled four sets of handcuffs from her bag and without so much as a by your leave spread eagled Hank and cuffed him to the four corners of the bed.

Sherry was amazed at her friend’s efficiency at restraining Hank.  As to Hank, he was too astonished to protest being secured to the bed and by the time he realized he couldn’t move it was too late.

“Ah girls, ah what’s going on?”

“Quiet Hank, Darla came over to help you tonight, you know our sex life sucks, she is going to fix it for you.”  Exclaimed Sherry.

“Hank I am going to give you a little shot, it will help you relax.”  Without any false moves Darla jammed a hypo in Hanks butt.  “There now lets give that a minute to work, and soon you will be floating Hank.  You deserve a little explanation, Sherry has come out of the closet, she has found herself.   She’s gay, a lesbian or more plainly a homosexual, as am I. Now normal procedure at this discovery is divorce and a wicked custody battled.  When I found my calling, I decided that a divorce was out of the question, so I fixed Fred to he wouldn’t object.  After all I put him through college it is only fair I share his income, just because I like girls shouldn’t mean that I don’t get my share.  In case you don’t get the meaning of fixed, I castrated Fred, just as I am about to castrate you.  You can concentrate on becoming a CPA, and leave Sherry to me on Saturday night.  You get to meet Mr. Burdizzo.”

“This is crazy you nuts, you can’t do that.”

“I might be crazy, and I might be nuts, but you are going to loose your balls tonight, you’re the one tied to the bed and I am the one with this.”  Darla pulled out a shiny metal object from her bag.  “Meet Mr. Burdizzo Hank, those clever Roman’s developed this for quickly castrating large groups of prisoners without cutting, banding or other embarrassing techniques.  Two quick squeezes with this Hank, and it will be done, and you can concentrate on your double entry bookkeeping, cause after tonight that is the only kind of entry you’re going to get.  Sherry, pull his shorts down for me like a dear, and then work his balls loose.  He is out already that stuff works fast, one of the girls gave it to me, she’s a vet, so it must be okay.”

Sherry pulled Hank’s shorts down, and with some reluctance began to massage his balls.

“That’s good Sherry get his balls nice and loose so Mr. Burdizzo’s jaws can do their job.  See when I close the handles the two halves meet and they crush the cords, his balls will stop producing testosterone immediately and they will just kind of shrivel up and go away, that hard-on he has is his last, lets let him keep it.”  With that Darla clamped first one side then the other.  Hank let out a low moan, but didn’t move. “That was simple wasn’t it Sherry, no turning back now.”

“It was simple wasn’t it, just that little thing is going to change him.”  Said Sherry.

“Yes, lets see now, let me make sure the chords are crushed.”  Darla examined Hank’s scrotum, which was already showing signs of bruising from her abuse, and seemed satisfied.

“Sherry meet you own personal eunuch.  He may have some problems with depression so keep a sharp eye out.  Now get an ice pack and put it on his balls, so he won’t swell too badly, and while you are doing that I will go talk to Hank Jr.”

“Okay.”  Said Sherry as she headed off to the kitchen for some ice.

Darla placed the burdizzo in her satchel and headed for Hank Jr.’s room.  Stopping first to get a glass of water.  Luckily his room had a night light so Darla immediately identified his location, there appeared to be enough light for her to work from the hall and his night light without turning on more lights.  She set the glass of water on his nightstand and retrieved a bottle of painkillers from her satchel, two should be enough she thought.

“Hank dear wake up.”  Darla shook the sleeping boy.

“What.”  Said a very sleepy Hank.

“Its Darla from next-door, I came to visit you Hank.”

“Oh, its night.”

“I know, I do my best work at night.”  Giggle Darla.

“You don’t have any clothes on.”  Said Hank as his eyes begin to focus.

“I know isn’t that neat.” 

“Yeah, I guess.”  Replied Hank as he blushed.

“Your mother tells me you want to know what she and I were doing.”

“Ah kinda.”

“We’re queer Hank, your mother likes girls and so do I.”

“She can’t be, she’s my mom.”

“Oh poor little Hank, even mom’s can be queer.”

“But she’s my mom, all the guys make fun of queers.”

“But you wouldn’t make fun of your mom, would you Hank?

“No, I guess not.”

“Wanna see what your mother likes.”  Without waiting for an answer Darla took his hand and rubbed it over her cunt.  “See how nice and warm and wet it is, that’s where your mommy likes to kiss me, would you want to kiss me there?”

“I don’t know.”  Wailed Hank.

“Quiet now, let me see if you want to do something else, oh my your little thing is all hard.”  Said Darla as she slipped her hand into Hank’s pajama bottoms and felt his little boner.  “You like my pussy too, just like your mom.  Oh my, you have a nice little thingy don’t you and nice little balls down there.  What else can we find.”  Darla massaged his balls and the slid her hand down to his rectum and inserted a finger giving his prostate a good workout.

“Oh Mrs. Darla, I have to pee, that makes me want to pee, please I don’t want to wet the bed.”

“No Hank, you don’t have to pee, you have to cum, that’s what you are feeling, you are about to have your first sexual experience.”  Releasing his hand from her cunt, she grabbed the two painkillers and popped them into Hank’s open mouth.  “Swallow those honey.”  Then she handed him the glass of water and tilted it to his lips, he swallowed the pills.

“Now Hank your mommy had your daddy fixed so he wouldn’t look at her anymore.  We can’t have you looking at us either.  I fixed my boys so they don’t stare, would you like me to fix you.”

“Fix me?”  Asked Hank.

“Yes dear, fix you.  Sort of like Peter Pan, you will never grow up.  You get to meet Mr. Burdizzo, and he bites you really easy and you can stay a little boy forever.”

“Will it hurt?”

“Just a little pinch, see” pulling the burdizzo from the satchel, “this is Mr. Burdizzo, he bites you down there a couple of times really nice and gentle and you won’t spy on mommy and me like a nasty little boy anymore.  Do you want me to fix you Hank, you don’t want to be nasty do you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hank, Mr. Burdizzo likes to help little boys like you, he stops you from being nasty, and having bad thoughts about your mother and what she does with her friends.  You love you mommy, don’t you Hank?”

“Yes.”

“She loves you too Hank, but she can’t have you staring at her when she is doing what she likes to do.  So she sent me down her with Mr. Burdizzo, so we could cure your problem for good.  Be a good boy Hank and let me use Mr. Burdizzo on you, it will I will make you feel so good.”

“Well, okay I guess.”

“Let me get you totally ready dear.”  Darla kept up the prostate massage and leaned into Hank and took his cock in her mouth and began to blow him, just as she had blown her own sons when she castrated them.

“Ohhhhh.”  Moaned Hank  “Mrs. Darla are you sure, it feels like I got to pee.”

Not wanting to interrupt the blow-job; she just patted him on the chest.  Soon he began to buck out his first orgasm and shot some semen into Darla’s mouth.

Giving his cock one final kiss, with cum leaking out of her mouth Darla sat up, removed he finger from Hank’s rectum.  “Your yummy Hank, too bad.  Are you ready for Mr. Burdizzo to visit you?”

“Yeth.”  Slurred Hank, the pills had taken affect.

“You are going to be so happy Hank, that Mr. Burdizzo visited you, life is going to be fine for you from now on.”  Darla massaged the small balls down and clamped both sides.  Hank moved a little, and groaned.  Better to be safe than sorry, so she clamped him a second time. This would end his spying for good.

“There, there Hank, Mr. Burdizzo is done with you, no need for him to ever visit you again, now sleep dear.”  That last was unnecessary, as the painkillers would put him out for a good 24 hours.  Darla packed her little bag and left the room, returning to master bedroom where Sherry was icing down Hank Sr.’s now dead balls.

Giving Sherry a kiss Darla said:  “Hank Jr. and I had a long talk about you, and his father and when the talk was over he decided he wanted to be just like his father, so Mr. Burdizzo visited him, and now you have a little eunuch son.”

“He really agreed to that.”  Asked an astonished Sherry.

“Yes, I couldn’t refuse his request so I fixed him to be just like his father.”  Darla of course left out the part where Hank Jr. didn’t really understand what he was agreeing to.

“Now dear I am very much in need of you, I am so horny, Mr. Burdizzo does that to me, lets fuck.”

EPILOGUE::  Well Hank Sr. didn’t drift off into never neverland without a fight.  As soon as he could walk on Sunday he went to the hospital, where the police were called.  His wife and Darla were arrested.  There was a quick hearing; the DA wanted this one to go away in a hurry.  Sherry got supervised probation, with no visits to her children.  Darla it was determined was as crazy as a shit house rat, and was sent off to the funny farm.  Darla thrived in the nut hatch, she took one of the guards as her lover, and with this large bull dyke protecting her she led a very comfortable existence.  Good thing too, since every male be they attorney, judge, probation officer or doctor went squeamish when they were told of her exploits.  Then sitting cross-legged they would determine she should be kept safely behind bars forever.

Authors Note:  I do not advocate nor do I condone activities with minors or child molestation.  This however is Darla's story and she has no such restrictions on her activites.  Post comments.