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During the following weeks Lucinda could not keep her eyes off the boy as he worked around the ranch. His name was Steve, her mother had hired him when he came to the ranch one morning looking for work. He lived with his mother , a rather sluttish woman, some miles from the ranch. His father had long since departed. The Depression was at its height and work was almost non existent, so the boy was delighted to get the job. Lucinda reckoned he was about thirteen. Steve was a pretty lad with close cropped blond hair and the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen . He was well built for a boy so young, nicely muscled, with smooth and slightly tanned skin. The jeans he wore had seen better days, usually clean, but ragged . And much too tight. Every contour of his lower body was clearly visible. Especially the bulge of his maleness. Lucinda could not keep her eyes from that area. After watching the stallion being castrated, that area of his body had taken on a new significance. Now, in her bed at night, she would masturbate, trying to picture the soft flesh that lay beneath the stretched fabric of his ragged jeans. Images of the spreadeagled stallion, of the huge scrotum being cut open for castration filled her mind. It was becoming an obsession. Her frustration was now turning to anger. She was the owner of the ranch now, she was the boss. She was in control now, her mother was dead, she could do as she wished, the old bitch no longer called the shots. She had suffered for twelve long years, it was time she had a little pleasure herself. An idea slowly began to form in her mind.
Steve was surprised, but at the same time delighted. Ranch work was hard, it would have to be easier at the house. He was nervous at the thought of being up at the big house where the boss lived, but the work would probably not be as hard. Anyway, he had no choice, he was terrified of losing his job. During the following three weeks Lucinda feasted her eyes on his body as Steve did the chores around the huge ranchhouse. She had come to the conclusion that he was not too bright, and also that he was somewhat frightened of her . Somehow she found the thought of him being frightened of her rather erotic in a strange way. She was becoming bolder now. One evening he went home after work only to return to the ranch some hours later in tears. His mother had left, disappeared over the horizon with one of her many boyfriends. " Never mind, you can stay her, I have plenty of room". Even as she uttered the words, she could feel the tightening in her loins. She put her arms around him and pressed him to her, stroking his hair. He hugged her. He was so relieved at having a place to stay, the fact of her being his boss was forgotten. She could feel his his body now as he pressed against her. And she could feel the bulge as it pressed against her thighs. She could not remember how long she held him like that. But she could remember the wetness growing between her legs as his maleness pressed against her. She cold also remember the thoughts that flooded her mind as she held him. The vivid images of the stallion as he struggled and screamed during his castration, the little boy she was holding in her arms had been there during the cutting, his own plump young balls jiggling in his jeans as the castration knife did its work. Those same plump young balls were pressing against her thigh now.
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