The admittedly-lovely, blonde, young nineteen-year-old, Melissa, moved sensuously, by the pool, in the evening light, to the sexy music, in her tiny, flag-decorated, Wicked Weasel bikini. As her hips ground sensuously, she moved her hands up to squeeze her full breasts, practically popping-out of her minuscule bikini-top. From the bushes, I raised my little, chrome-plated .22 caliber pistol, fitted with a silencer, and capped her, right between her eyes. She didn’t utter a word, as her sexy, blue eyes stared at me, like saucers. The tiny red hole in her forehead, began to squirt blood, as the small-caliber bullet, not powerful-enough to exit her skull, ricocheted-around inside her brain, turning it to mush, like a warm pasta salad. Her lips opened slightly, as her knees began to sag, losing their strength, as she slowly sank to the pool-deck, knees-first, still staring at me. As her knees hit the deck, she gently started falling-backward, almost in slow-motion, still holding her beautiful breasts, until her shoulders and the back of her head, hit the deck simultaneously, and her lovely, slim legs, splayed-out, spread-eagled, revealing her tiny bikini-bottom, now split-opened, not-even covering her prominent clitoris, wet with involuntary pee.

Call me Cordelia ... Melissa and I had become almost cult-figures, in a tight-knit sisterhood, who had cultivated a retinue of very sexually-active men, all of whom had evolved as our lovers, due to the extra-large size of their genitalia, which we demanded, in anyone who wanted to sleep with us. She and I were considered the two most beautiful, and best-figured girls at our University, and we felt that with our sexy bodies, and huge, full, real breasts, we were entitled to have lovers who were similarly-endowed, whether our choices were men or women!

The trouble between-us began over a month ago, when Melissa got a little too-jealous and possessive of the lovers I had been developing for myself. It went to the extreme, where she homed-in on two of my hottest and best-hung studs, Jack and Randy, and gathered them into her own stable. It wasn’t enough that she was fucking them, she decided to arrange it so that I’d never have them again! Both Jack and Randy later told me how it all went down, and how she’d made eunuchs out of my two magnificently-hung lovers.

Melissa had seen the "Authenticock" website on the net, and read of how they made squirting, strap-on dildos, and trophy cock displays, from the actual penises of well-hung studs. She figured that if she could talk Jack and Randy into giving up their big cocks and balls for her, that that would fix me good and proper! She telephoned the Authenticock people to see if they would be willing to castrate these two guys, and give her some suggestions, on how she could talk them into voluntarily forfeiting their big packages, for her plans. Authenticock’s young Tracy answered the phone, and suggested that she point-out, individually, to her two studs how much she loved their beautiful, big cocks, and if they would donate them to her, for her strap-on, that they’d be getting into more pussy, than they ever would have time-for in a lifetime!

"Play one guy off, against the other," suggested Tracy. "Don’t tell them that you want to cut both of them! You make each of them think that if you only had his package for your strap-on, that you’d drop the other stud, and be happy using just his big equipment to fuck your girlfriends with every night! Believe me, Melissa," went on Tracy, "The gent will be so flattered, he’ll deliver his goods to you in a heartbeat! We see it here every day! Guys are funny that way! Many of them figure, that with their busy schedules, and traveling for business, and all, that they’ll never get enough pussy from their hot honey back home. You show them how much you need and love their hunky cocks, and that if they would just give them up for your strap-on, that you’d have their lovely big pricks fucking into your hot girlfriends constantly, and pumping your juicy faux-sperm into them, with his big, refillable balls. Not many guys would resist that concept!"

"Wow, Tracy, that sounds great!," replied Melissa. "I’ll start with Randy tonight, and I may be bringing him into you guys tomorrow, with any luck!"

"Great, we’ll look forward to seeing you both!," answered the enthusiastic Tracy. "Then you can try to talk your humpy, Jack, into it the next day! We’ll be gone over the weekend, as we’ve been invited to go out to the mid-west, to cut a whole high school wrestling team!"

"Jesus! THAT sounds like fun!," interjected Melissa. "You need any help? I’d go along for free, if I could help cut-off some of those athlete’s big nuts and cocks! I’ve always had a fantasy about chopping-off big, stud penises!"

"Well, we’re pretty well-staffed for this trip," replied Tracy, "But if you’d like to try your hand at it, you can castrate your two studs here yourself, and give them their last fucks and ejaculations, at the same time! Lots of the girls get-off on that!"

"Holy shit!," enthused Melissa. "This is sounding better by the minute! I’m so glad I called you guys! Count me in for THAT!" And she hung-up.

That night she arranged a dinner and movie date with Randy, followed by returning to her dorm-room for a night of hot sex. Over dinner, she started pointing out to Randy, how much she loved his big cock and balls, and how much they turned her on, and that no other guy could satisfy her. Then she began complaining that she knew he was screwing other girls --- ME, for instance --- and that, with his busy business schedule, she just wasn’t getting enough of his cock, which she began groping under the table, as they waited for their dinner. By the time the entree arrived, she had un-zipped his pants, and was playing with his huge, rampantly-erect prick, as he tried to cover the action with his napkin, while he glanced around, to see if any of the other diners were watching! Then she started purring that if only he would give up his beautiful penis to her, for her to use in her new strap-on, that it would always be with her, and in her, and would get more action in all of her girl-friends pussies, than he ever could in a lifetime! "I would turn your gorgeous cock into a fucking machine! And all the girls on campus would be raving about you and your great prick and your endlessly-squirting, refillable balls! Don’t you think it would be a kick, knowing how much tail your dick would be getting, compared to how much you get now?"

Randy told me later about how persuasive she sounded about castrating him! He said he had to admit how she made it sound hot, and that she’d like to cut it off herself, while she was fucking him, which, he said, really DID sound hot! "I don’t know what I was thinking about," he later told me, "But she seemed to make it all make sense. And then the capper was, when she slipped a steak knife into her groping-hand, and started rubbing it up and down my stiff shaft, right there under the table! She worked it all the way down to the very root of my dick, and started sawing the serrated-edge against the base of my cock-meat, as she grinned, and giggled, "Won’t this be fun?," as she started pressing-down, and sawed it back and forth, actually drawing blood, before I stopped her, reaching under the table, and pulling her hand and the knife, away from my manhood. Are you crazy, Melissa?, I whispered to her. Do you want to get us both thrown out of here? I checked-out my napkin, with quite a little of my blood on it!"

"No, I just wanted to get the feel of it, and to see the look on your face!," she answered, with a big smile. "Can we do it? Will you give it to me, Randy? I’d love you so much, forever, if you’d let me have your beautiful prick and nice, big nuts for my strap-on!"

"Well, I must say," Randy went on. "She had an intriguing way about her, in a perverted sort of fashion, and after a few cocktails and a bottle of wine, I just said, what the fuck, let’s DO it!"

"Oh I love you, I love you, I love you!," she hollered out-loud. "C’mon, I want to take you home and fuck your brains out! This meal’s on ME!"

"She paid for it with a credit card, and as soon as I got my pants zipped back-up, we left. We had an absolutely WILD night of sex, and didn’t stop until dawn! Every time I shot my load into her, she’d suck my dick until I was hard again, and jump up on it, and we’d pump-away, as she squeezed my balls to shoot another and another wad into her, until they were empty!"

She kept saying, "If this is the last of your sperm, I want ALL of it! Fill my hot, wet pussy with it!"

"And I DID! She drained me dry! Then we took a shower together, and went out for breakfast, before we grabbed a cab for the Authenticock offices.

When we got there, we were greeted, by a cute young teen-age girl, named Tracy, who explained to Melissa that she was the girl she’d spoken with on the phone. "Wow!," exclaimed Tracy, "THAT was fast! I gather you didn’t have any trouble talking him into it!"

"Well, a little trouble, but with your good ideas, and my persuasiveness, here’s Randy ... He’s ready, as she rubbed his stiffening cock through his pants."

After a few pleasantries, Tracy got right to the point, and grabbed a ruler off her desk, and asked Randy and Melissa to undress. "Let’s see this big dick that Melissa’s raving about, stud!" As soon as he dropped his jockeys, his already-semi-hard whanger, sprang-up to horizontal, as Tracy whistled a note a appreciation. "Right ... now I see what you’re talking about, Melissa! This will make you a beautiful real-cock dildo!," Tracy exclaimed, as she held his lengthening prick against her ruler. "Oh ya, look here ... he’s a half-inch longer than the ruler! We’re talkin’ twelve-and-a-half nice, thick inches here! And a beautiful pair of big, full balls too!

Oh, you’re going to love this package, as a strap-on! How do you want to cut him? With a knife, or with our neat guillotine?"

"Oh a knife, I think!," responded Melissa with an enthusiastic grin!

"I thought you’d say that!," interjected Randy, "After you nearly cut my dick off at the restaurant last night, with your steak knife!"

"‘Getting a little ahead of ourselves, Missy?" laughed Tracy. "Ok, let’s get you down on your back on the castration bench, Randy, and get you double-banded." Gloria and Sharon had already banded two of the elastrators with the little green-rubber do-nuts used to cut-off the blood flow. The beautiful, black castratrix, Sharon, pushed the stretched-band down onto his cock-head, while Tracy grasped the thick glans with her finger-tips, trying to pull the head through, by wiggling it back-and-forth, but it was so big and thick, she had to bend-down and lick-it, to lubricate it enough, to slip-through the tight band. Finally they were able to pop the big head through the stretched castration band, and work the elastrator all the way down his stiff shaft, to the base of his cock, where Sharon released the tension on the handles. The tool’s prongs pressed tightly into his cock-flesh, as she took both hands, and pressed the tool down the final inch, into the very root of his now-shining prick. She asked Melissa if she’d like to pop the band off the prongs with her fingernail, which she eagerly accepted, snapping the tight band into his hard cockmeat, and sealing its doom.

Melissa exclaimed "I love the sound that tiny band makes when it snaps into his huge prick! Let me help with the other one, too." Sharon had the second band ready, and began the struggle of trying to fit it over the now even-bigger and thicker glans, made-so by the engorged, trapped blood in it.

Tracy suggested she suck on the monster-head, and get plenty of spit on it, which she eagerly did, to where Sharon managed to pop the tool down over the flared-out rim, and work it slowly down the engorged, chilling shaft, now turning distinctly dark-red. As she came to within a quarter-inch of the first band, Melissa held the stiff member with one hand, and popped the tight band off the elastrator’s four prongs with her long fingernail, leaving just enough space for the knife’s cutting channel. "Isn’t it gorgeous?, asked Melissa. It’s so much bigger, and longer, and thicker than I’ve ever seen it! Feel the skin, girls, it’s so tight and shiny ... I love it!"  Tracy, Sharon, and Gloria each grasped a section of it, and nodded in appreciation of this superb example of huge, rampant masculinity, which proved to be even-longer than the grip of the four girls’ adjoining hands holding it! The ever-horny Tracy admired it’s color "Look at the beautiful, purple color, and feel how cold it’s getting, with no blood circulation! The head looked like one of those big, dark-red plums you see in the supermarket, when we first banded it, but now, I love the really dark-purple color! You know, Randy," Tracy mentioned cheerfully. "If we just left the band on, and didn’t cut-off your lovely prick, it would be dead in an hour, and fall-off by tomorrow!"

"Hey wait a minute, responded, Melissa, that wouldn’t look too nice in my strap-on! I want a trophy cock! Lets get on with this!"

"Right," answered Tracy, "and let’s get his nice, big ball-sack banded!"  Sharon already had a band on each of the tools, as she and Gloria both worked to double-band his full scrotum, and pull the two enormous, pulsing balls through the bands. Tracy used her strong thumbs to push the center of the giant orbs, trying to get them through, without bursting them. "I’ve popped big ones like these before, trying to force them through the band!" But finally they slipped safely through, and the girls had his bulging scrotum double-banded, with his massive, purple penis waving above it. "OK!," grinned, the irrepressible teen-tart, Tracy. "Jump on that big thirteen-inch beauty, and give him the last fuck of his life!"

"Oh, I’m so excited! When do I get to slice it off?," grinned Melissa, as she slipped-off her see-through, white mesh thong, revealing her already-dripping pussy. She climbed up on the castration bench, and took her position, poised over the gigantic prick, as Tracy reached-under, and placed the big, purple head directly into her juicing slit.

"You’ve got it, girl!," enthused Tracy. "Nail him!"

Melissa plunged down on the awesome dong, impaling herself half-way down on it, on the first drop, then rose up an inch or two, and dropped-down on the rest of the entire thirteen-inches of it, on the second plunge, with a big whoop. "Jesus, he’s got to be up in my fucking uterus! Those bands have his big cock a couple of inches longer, and a lot thicker, than it normally is, when he’s screwing me! I can’t WAIT to get that into my new strap-on!"  She rose and fell on his big, juicy prick, for a good five minutes, before reaching in front of her, and taking one of his bulging, purple testicles in each hand, and began alternately milking them, as she knew that the sooner she could bring on his orgasm, the sooner she would get to cut his fabulous cock off!

Tracy immediately saw what she was up to, and gave her a grinning wink and a thumbs-up, as she went to get Melissa the beautiful, pearl-handled, viciously-sharp, curve-bladed castration knife. "As soon as he starts to shoot, let-go of his nuggies, and I’ll give you the knife. Remember to cut in the little channel between the two tiny green-donuts, and, at the same time, lean back a little, so you don’t cut your cute clit off! Several overly-enthusiastic girls have been known to DO that!"

With a loud bellow, he started cumming, shooting hot sperm deep into Melissa’s plundered twat. As Tracy handed her the knife, Melissa asked, "Should I saw it off from the top?"

"You can," replied Tracy, but it’s a much bigger trip, and a lot more fun, to fit his hard meat into the curve of the blade, from the bottom, and rip the sharp knife through his huge manhood, in one great tug! Your tight cunt will hold his pecker hard and deep, and give you the leverage to slice his entire package off in one, glorious pull! I’ll pull on his big, full balls for you ... my favorite job! I think it’s SUCH a high, to be a young, teen-age girl, and have the power to permanently emasculate some big, proud stud, chopping his precious jewels off, with his lovely, big penis still-quivering and throbbing, and squirting, deep up your snatch, so he can never fuck another chick, except mounted as a real-cock dildo, in your nice strap-on!"

"OH GOD! Is That HOT!," yelled Melissa, as she did just that , tearing-through his massive erection, and the skin and sperm-cords of his once-proud ball-sack, at the same time, as the blade flew into the air, after severing his gorgeous package. "Oh YA!," hollered Melissa, with a huge smile!

"Well DONE!," squealed the horny Tracy, as she held his dangling, scrotum, still bulging with his heavy nuts, and waved them over her head, like trophies!

Tracy brought Melissa’s attention to Randy’s now-featureless crotch, "Watch this! Watch him pump-out the last of his sperm!" All eyes, including Randy’s, were on the tiny cock-stub, the last of his mighty weapon, as volleys of cum, shot five and six feet into the air, in all directions, the sprays undirected, without his penis, shooting all-over everyone. Melissa bent down and clamped her teeth over the little stub, drinking down the last of his sperm, and letting it shoot down her throat, and straight into her stomach. When the well finally ran-dry, she stood-up straight, with a big grin, and rivers of sperm running out of her nose, and the corners of her mouth. Suddenly she had a thought, and reached-down to her bare pussy, grasping the rear-end of Randy’s heavy prick with her fingernails, and withdrew it out of her juicy quim with a left-and-right twisting motion, until the entire thirteen-inches of warmed, still-stiff meat, cleared her slit, with an audible pop, like a champagne cork, immediately followed by a river of his sperm, and her pent-up vaginal juices, bubbling out of her vulva.

Sharon soon showed-up, with one of their walnut-wood, cock-trophy bases, and invited Melissa to slide her formidable trophy down onto the stainless-steel urethral rod, which she did. Even Randy had to admit, it made a handsome trophy.

"See, once we have your cock tanned, and the balls re-attached and filled, you can either mount it on your strap-on, when you’re ready for action, or display it as a lovely trophy like this, for your bedroom night-stand, or a dining table conversation-piece!"

As Amanda, the Authenticock nurse, took Randy off for surturing-up his "Wounded-Pride", Melissa took the staff aside, and whispered that she would try to bring her other big stud, Jack, into the office for similar treatment. "He’s got a huge prick too, and I’d like you guys to make me a big double-dildo strap-on, like I saw illustrated on your website! Then she confided to the girls, that another reason she wanted these two big pricks cut-off, is to get vengeance on her beautiful rival, Cordelia, who liked to think of these two studs, and several others, as her private breeding stable!

Tracy looked at her, and said, "Well, cutting their cocks off, will certainly put a crimp in her sexual plans! Bring this guy in, whenever you can talk him into it, and we’ll chop his package off for you, and you’ll have yourself a great double-dildo, and another nice trophy! Then, in the future, if you bring in more well-hung studs, we can make you beautiful, real-cock, candle-stick holders for your dinner table or mantle, handle-bar grips for your motorcycle or bike, pool-cue handles look nice, and one gal had us make a twelve-phallus, real-cock chandelier out of a dozen humpies, she met at Spring Break, when she won a wet tee-shirt contest! Another young girl, who’s an underwater photographer, had us make a J-shaped, scuba-diving snorkle, out of her humpy’s amazing fourteen-inch dick! She just sticks the head of his J-curved-prick into her mouth, puts on her dive-mask, and tanks, and she’s off to the deep! We’re thinking about marketing these in "Skin Diver" Magazine! Then, of course, there’s the infamous, "Rodeo Sal", you can read about in The Eunuch Archive, who had us fit the rear-end of her humpy’s big dick with a threaded, steel bolt, which screws into the seat of her bronc-riding saddle, and interfaces with the two-and-a-half-inch holes, she had sewn-into the bottom of all her jeans! She hasn’t been bucked-off since! Only in America!"

"I guess you’re right," laughed Melissa. "It gives me much food for thought! Meanwhile, this guy Jack, is the first order of the day, ‘cause I’m dying to see this girl, Cordelia’s face, when these two studs, she thought she was hot-enough to bag from me, show up at her pool in their empty Speedos!

Jack was, indeed, free that night, and agreed to meet Melissa at her apartment, order-in, and listen to her get something off her mind, she said she wanted to talk-about with him. He also knew, that he would undoubtedly be in for a night of hot sex and debauchery! Melissa did not tease! After a couple of cold Heinekens, Melissa figured she had him loosened-up enough, to let him in-on her plans for her real-cock, strap-on dildo needs, and why he would be ever-so-much happier and better-off, forfeiting his wonderful big, fourteeen-inch cock and balls to her! He nervously crossed his legs, on the couch, as she went on! She launched-into her well-rehearsed spiel, about how much more pussy he would be getting-into, how close they would always BE together, and then, for the capper, she told him the outrageous lie, that she said she’d heard, that I had AIDS, and that he was sure to get it, as she knew he was fucking me! And that because of that, SHE was going to stop sleeping with him, ‘cause SHE didn’t want to catch it ... And therefore, he might as well give up his nice cock, to her strap-on plans, because, after tonight, she wasn’t going to be doing any more nookie with him anyway, and neither was I, "That strumpet, Cordelia", as she called me!

Well, I guess she’d plied the stupid ass with enough beers, ‘cause guess what? HE BOUGHT IT!  Sure enough, she toted him into Authenticock the next day, and chopped his big prick and his nuts off, in their genital guillotine!

Well, that did it for me! The idea that this jealous bitch was trying to get back at me, by laying-waste to all of my boy-friends’ beautiful, big cocks and balls, was the last straw! The following weekend, I booked back-to-back evening dates with both Jack and Randy, despite their warnings to me, that the evenings might turn-out differently than I’d planned. I naughtily told them, I wanted to do a pool-side barbeque, and to be sure to wear their Speedos!

The first night, Randy showed up, with a package I thought was flowers, and dressed with a beach-towel wrapped-around his waist, covering his speedos. I fixed him a rum and coke, and got-ready to get into the pool in my tiny bikini. I teased him, by grabbing his towel off, and pulling him into the water with me. When we came out, I checked his Speedos, and the front was as flat a mine. "Hey, stud, usually when you see me in this bikini, your big rod is sticking eight inches over the top of your waist-band!  Am I losing my touch?" Whereupon, I pulled down his suit, to reveal his totally-vacant crotch! I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! There was absolutely no sign, of his ever being a male!

Randy offered sheepishly, "Well I guess you see now what I was talking about, when I warned you, the evening might not end up in the sack, as you usually like! Melissa talked me into letting her cut my nuts and dick off, so she could make a strap-on dildo and a cock trophy-on-a-stand with it! I don’t know what I was thinking, Melissa! ‘Sorry about that!" Then he reached for the package he’d brought, unwrapped it, and placed his trophy-cock, onto the table. His totally life-like prick and balls were impaled on a thin, steel rod, affixed to the center of this rather elegant wooden plaque ... all twelve-and-a-half-inches of the very penis he had rammed into me so often! I was stunned, and pulled the cock off it’s stand, rubbing the huge head against my cheek, and licked it. "Yep ... That’s yours, for sure! I remember it well!"

"Melissa wanted me to show it to you," smiled Randy. "I told her I thought you’d be pissed!"

"Pissed doesn’t cover it, sweetheart! Do me a favor, and leave it with me, and I’ll bring it over to her tomorrow evening, OK? Meanwhile, you’d better get going, Randy, ‘cause I’m tired and turning-in early. You sure can’t do me any good any-more, so I’ll use your dildo to remember you by! ‘See you!" Randy collected-up his towel and left, with his empty Speedos.

Figuring Jack would be the same, sad story, I called him, and invited him over for a lunchtime pool-party, suggesting he show-up in his hot, little yellow Speedos, with the big, chrome zipper in the front. He liked this sexy model so much, as it always showed-off his beautiful package to best advantage. Warning me that his bathing suit wouldn’t look as good as it used to, he said he’d lost a good bit of weight!

"Oh," I said, teasingly, "I didn’t know you were on a diet!," As I laughed, he said he’d be over at 1:00 O’Clock, and hung-up.

When he arrived, he was dressed in a nice, open-collered shirt, a pair of chino shorts, and carried what was becoming a familiar package with him. I mixed him his favorite gin and tonic, with a slice of lime, and teased, C’mon ... this is a pool party ... Where are your little, yellow Speedos?"

"Oh, I got ‘em on under these shorts," as he slid out of the chinos, to reveal the tell-tale flat, empty front, I was expecting. Seeing me eyeing his formerly hugely-bulging bikini-bottom, which was now flatter than mine was, He looked down, obviously embarrassed, and blurted-out, "Well, we have a little problem here, Houston!"

I hastened, "It looks like we have a VERY little problem here, young stud!" I stepped over to him, and pulled down on the over-sized zipper, to reveal an absolutely bare groin, with nothing but a tiny, pencil-eraser-sized stub, with a couple of little stitches in it, to indicate that there had ever been any vestige of manhood there at all!

"Whoops, Jack! Like you said, you have a problem! I think your diet may have been a little severe! ... So what happened to it?"   Jack handed me the package, and said, "Here ... Melissa happened to it! She said she’d heard you had AIDS, and that she wasn’t going to screw me any more, anyway, ‘cause she knew, I’d been doing you!" As I held the identical trophy cock, with the huge balls attached, as Randy had shown me, only maybe an inch or two longer, Jack explained, "Melissa talked me into giving my whole package to her, for some new strap-on dildo, she’s getting from this company that cuts and preserves actual, real cocks, with the guys’ own nuts, which they make into refillable balls, for the girls to squirt-into their girlfriends, or, maybe boyfriends ... who knows? At any rate, she got me a little liquored-up, and before I knew what was happening, they had my gonads double-banded, while Melissa led me into this genital guillotine by my stiff prick! They strapped me in, and in no time, she kissed the head of my dick, said goodbye to it, and yanked on a trip-cord. In maybe two seconds, this heavy chrome blade, came flying-down these six-foot-tall, vertical columns, and severed my big cock and balls off at the root, in an instant! They slid down this steep, wooden ramp, and landed – kerplop – into a little basket. Melissa obviously came, as soon as she saw this going down! She grabbed my severed prick, and stuffed it into her dripping pussy, head-first, until she came again. Then a hot, little seventeen-year-old girl came over, with this very trophy-base, pulled my still-stiff dick, by my nuts, out of Melissa’s cunt, and jammed it down onto the rod, like you see it now! Only NOW, it’s been tanned, to preserve it! Melissa insisted, I show it to you!"

"Well, that’s just great! You be sure to thank her for me, and tell her I’ll be over to her house this evening to return it. I hear she’s having a little pool-party for some friends, including you and Randy, undoubtedly!"

"Yep, that’s the plan, as far as I understand it! I told her that you’d be liable to be pretty upset, when you saw my dildo! But I must say, you’re taking it rather well!"

"Right!," I answered. "Just tell her I’ll see her later!"

Jack left, and I gathered-together the two totally life-like, mounted, real-cock dildos, standing them together on the kitchen table. I had strong memories of all the wonderful nights I had with them, buried deep into my vagina, bringing me to climax after climax, before pumping huge quantities of hot sperm into me! I loved these cocks, AND the guys they were attached to! And now this jealous hussie, Melissa, had chopped them off, just to spite me! I’d fix HER! I walked thoughtfully upstairs, reached into the drawer of my bedside table, and took-out a small, chrome-plated .22 caliber pistol, I used for protection.

It was starting to get dark, so I drove over to Melissa’s pool, which wasn’t far from my house, with the two trophy cocks in a shopping bag, and the loaded pistol in my pocket. I sneaked around the back, and saw she hadn’t come out to the pool as yet, so I decided to hide in the bushes and wait for her. Within five minutes, she came out in her tiny bikini, with the bottom cut so-low, her clit showed! She made herself a martini cocktail at the pool bar, and turned on the CD-player, with a slow, sexy musical disc on it. She moved dreamily to the rhythm of the music, as she finished her drink, and put it on the bar.

The admittedly-lovely, blonde, young nineteen-year-old, Melissa, moved sensuously, by the pool, in the evening light, to the sexy music, in her tiny, flag-decorated, Wicked Weasel bikini. As her hips ground sensuously, she moved her hands up to squeeze her full breasts, practically popping-out of her minuscule bikini-top.  From the bushes, I raised my little, chrome-plated .22 caliber pistol, fitted with a silencer, and capped her, right between her eyes. She didn’t utter a word, as her sexy, blue eyes stared at me, like saucers. The tiny red hole in her forehead, began to squirt blood, as the small-caliber bullet, not powerful-enough to exit her skull, ricocheted-around inside her brain, turning it to mush, like a warm pasta salad. Her lips opened slightly, as her knees began to sag, losing their strength, as she slowly sank to the pool-deck, knees-first, still staring at me. As her knees hit the deck, she gently started falling-backward, almost in slow-motion, still holding her beautiful breasts, until her shoulders and the back of her head, hit the deck simultaneously, and her lovely, slim legs, splayed-out, spread-eagled, revealing her tiny bikini-bottom, now split-opened, not-even covering her prominent clitoris, wet with involuntary pee.

I took the two real-cock dildos out of the Gucci shopping-bag, and carefully shoved Randy’s big penis most of the way up her exposed ass-hole. I then carefully inserted Jack’s huge former-manhood, into the slit of her shaved pussy, and drove it home as hard as I could, pounding the last few inches in with the gin bottle, until only a couple of inches remained outside her body. Then I got back in my car, and drove home, leaving the lovely, well-stuffed Melissa to await Jack, Randy, and the rest of her party guests!

Later the next day, I called the two eunuchs, and swore them to secrecy. I asked them to hang on to their two dildos, which I heard they'd pulled out of her before the police arrived, and give them to me, as the start to my OWN trophy cock and ball collection. As extra incentive, I promised to re-start our relationship, with my OWN double-dildo, ball-squirting, strap-on, only that I’D be doing the fucking this time! These two new eunuchs, loved the idea, and lived-out their years, securing more and more trophy cocks for me, until my house was packed with them!~