Strange Bedfellows - Part 1

They were a strange couple, she was a teacher with a MA in education, he was a construction worker with a night school degree in business. She was a product more of liberal indoctrination, he was a conservative, and like many that are autodidactic he would read anything and everything.

The one item they had of mutual interest was sex, he liked her cunt, and she liked his cock. She liked to be pounded and he liked to pound. He found her cunt tight and slick, she found his cock bruised her in the most pleasant way. They were oral, and shared an interest in water-sports; he finger fucked her as she urinated. She would jerk him off as he attempted to relieve himself. This latter activity usually resulted in him pissing on the ceiling.

They had each had about five drinks, he beer, she scotch. He was dead set against drugs, and she was a frequent cocaine user, a product of her college days.

They still might have gotten around to playing hide the wiener, when the subject of intelligence came up. She stated that the current president was dumb, and that the candidate had been much smarter.

“That is a hoot,” said Steve, “the candidate could put a roomful of his most ardent supporters to sleep in under two minutes. On top of which you cannot judge the relative intelligence of people of this class. Both are products of private schools, with tutors and all kinds of help, neither took a really hard degree. However the candidate dropped out of law school and divinity school. The president went on to get a Harvard MBA; that is quite a difference. The conclusion any reasonable person would draw is that they are of equal intelligence, with different view points.”

Norma was furious, the argument Steve had made would have won any debate, but she could never admit that since it would knock the foundation of her liberal beliefs completely out from underneath her.

She stormed out of the living room and into Steve’s kitchen. Already tipsy from the scotch, she did about three lines of coke she had in her jeans, plus a meth ampoule she had been given by a fellow teacher.

Now orbiting around Jupiter, she looked around the kitchen and spied Steve’s well-seasoned cast iron skillet on the stove. Norma picked it up and thought to herself: “This will fix his neo-Nazi ass.” Then on a whim she picked up his pairing knife and put it in her back pocket.

Walking back into the living room Steve’s back was turned. Winding up with the skillet she hit him on the side of the head with a full hardball swing. There was a loud ‘kabong’ and he was out like a light.

“How did you like that you fascist cock-sucker!” She screamed at the unconscious Steve. Giggling to herself, she rolled him onto his back on the floor where he had fallen. She unzipped his trousers exposing his cock and balls.

“I have always wondered if it really works?” She said aloud, back into the kitchen she ran and filled a saucepan with warm water. Returning to the living room after a couple more lines of coke, she placed Steve’s limp hand in the water. Sure enough he cut loose. With a lot more giggles Norma directed the stream of urine first on to his chest, then onto his face.

This was fun, she started to masturbate him, and sure enough he got a hard on. Men really did think with their cocks. Maybe it was time to change his mind about the whole thing.

Norma took off her jeans and panties, and slid onto the cock and sat down hard. ‘Time to change your mind for you Stevie baby, you mother fucker.’ She turned with the cock still in her and faced his feet. Reaching over to her jeans she grabbed the pairing knife. “Time to cut you down to size Stevie.”

Norma began to make an incision on the side of Steve’s scrotum. The pain started to awaken him and he groaned. “Can’t have you spoiling my fun Steve.” Giggled a very psychotic Norma, as she picked up the skillet and hit him squarely between the eyes.

For two weeks after the event he would have a black and blue 10 in the middle of his forehead.

Norma completed the cut on one side of the scrotum, then made a cut on the opposite side. She picked up the loose skin of the centerline and squeezed, both of Steve’s gonads popped out of the sack. “Oh god, I’m cumming.” She screamed. As her cunt contracted with a shocking amount of pressure, she reached down and pulled Steve’s balls as far from the sack as possible and sliced off the chords, once free she popped both into her mouth and swallowed.

“Now who has the balls, you bastard.” She screamed as she came again.

As she calmed down she felt sort of empty, she needed something else, what could it be?

A couple more lines of coke cleared her head. ‘I know’ She thought. With that she took the pairing knife and made two cuts the length of Steve’s penis, sort of filleting the organ. He began to bleed.

“Time for me to go Steve honey, don’t bleed too much, you fucking Nazi.” Norma singing a little song, departed, and sort of meandered home. The next day she would wonder; did I really castrate Steve, or was it all the junk I snorted. Best to leave it alone.

Steve awakened in partial shock from blood loss and being castrated, and was able to call an ambulance. He was taken to the hospital, where micro surgery was performed to repair his damaged penis, of course nothing could replace his balls, which were by this time well digested in Norma’s stomach.

The urologist, in what must have been a moment of pity, reconstructed Steve’s penis with additional length, used the scrotum as a sort of gusset and by adding body fat a permanent erection. The urologist though to herself: Once he heals, he will be safe and ready to go anytime he wants and for as long as he wants, a few hormones and he will be the best fuck a girl can get in town.”

To be continued.