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My name is Lisa and I am now seventeen years of age. From the age of twelve I have been obsessed with boys testicles and castration. My mother married Joe, my stepfather, and we moved to his farm shortly afterwards. She was a real slut and I never really had much time for her. Joe was thirty five when she married him. It did not last for long. She could never keep her knickers on and after four months she fucked off with one of the farmhands, leaving me with Joe. I did not care very much, I really liked Joe and was glad that she was gone. In fact, I felt a strange excitment when I realised that she was gone and that I was now alone with him. From the time we came to live with him I had teased and flirted with him when she was not around. And I knew he liked it. Every time I sat on his lap I could feel his rod stiffen under my bottom. I was only twelve but I knew about rods and balls. Living with my slut of a mother I had learned a lot about rods and balls. She rarely spoke about anything else, she even showed me pictures of naked boys. But I have to admit, that even at that age I was terribly randy. When I sat on his lap it was because I wanted to feel his penis and testicles on my bottom. I knew from the bulge in his jeans that he had big testicles and I used to imagin holding them in my hand. Penises turned me on, but testicles really drove me crazy. I had got a quick glimse of something been done in the hogsheds some months before, which added to my obsession with testicles.
A few days after my mother left Joe was sitting in the living room. I had been feeling randy and excited all day, and I came and sat on his lap. " Only you and me left now Lisa" he said, putting his arms around me. " Fuck her" I said, "we will manage without her". I snuggled up to him. I could feel him getting hard now. I put my lips to his ear. " I have no knickers on" I whispered. He smiled and cupped my face in his hand. " I always knew you were a dirty little girl" he grinned. " Now what am I going to do with a dirty little girl like you"? " Better make sure I am telling the truth" I said. His hand was on my knee now. " Are you going to open those pretty legs wide for me"? he asked. He did not have to ask, my legs were already spread. I trembled as his hand travelled up between my open thighs. I moaned as his fingers touched my slit and gently slid inside. I reached down and grasped the bulge in his jeans. He felt huge. Then suddenly I was on my back on the couch with my knees at my shoulders. My pussy was in his mouth, his tongue deep inside me. I almost fainted. Then his jeans were off and I saw his prick and his huge testicles. I cried out as the shaft entered my swollen slit. He went deep, I could feel his stones on my bottom. Then everything just exploded, and I heard myself scream with pleasure. When I came to we were lying on the couch naked. He had stripped me when I was out. " I said you were a dirty little girl" he grinned, " and I was right, you are a dirty little girl". " You liked it though" I laughted, "you liked my tight slit. Now open your legs and let me see your prick and balls. He spread his legs apart and let me examin him. I held his testicles in my hand, he was huge. " Joe, can I ask you something?" " Sure Lisa" he said, " ask away". " What were you doing to those hogs in the shed ?." He said nothing for a moment. " Do you really want to know Lisa?" he asked. " Yes, I want to know". " Well, I was doing something to the male hogs, doing something to them with a knife". " What were you doing to them with a knife?" I asked. " I was cutting their balls out, castrating them. Boy hogs have to have their balls cut out, stops them from putting their rods into the girls. " You mean, you actually cut the stones out of them", I said, you cut the testicles out of the boy hogs?. I could feel my slit getting wet now. " Thats right, cut their sacs open and take them out of them, you should hear those boys scream." I could hardly breath with excitment now. Joe had a strange look on his face. " Would you like to castrate a boy hog Lisa?, he asked, would you like to cut out a pair of testicles?. " Yes" I muttered.
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