Castration Quickie Three
TESTICLES, TEASE
A rewrite of a fantasy sent me by a female penpal. \"Schoolgirls\" dancing in a circle. Snip! Snip!
` What a dream! I and a handful of my female friends, dressed like naughty
schoolgirls-in bright white blouses and scandalously short skirts, our hair
done up in pigtails-we danced in a circle around a handsome man. We giggled
and laughed like little girls and touched ourselves and each other. `

The man wore only his birthday suit and he enjoyed our bouncing breasts and
the occasional flash of panties or shaved pussy lips or bare buttocks. His
cock had completely hardened when we began to sing: "Ring around the rosie,
pockets full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down."

As we continued to dance, each woman took a turn dancing into the center of
the circle to tease the man. She might pout her lips and fondle herself, or
lift up her skirt and shimmy her hips or shake her ass. We all stripped as we
danced, unbuttoning and discarding our blouses and skirts. He found our
performance so engrossing that he didn't notice the light catching on our
metal implements. Some of us wore daggers on our supple thighs. Others wore
scissors hanging from our necks, dangling between our breasts.

We continued to sing to the same melody, but the lyrics changed. Our sexy
display must have so enchanted him that he didn't notice until it was too
late. I could see a pearl of precum glistening on the pisshole of his handsome
cock. I danced into the center of the circle and ran my finger along the
shaft, gathering the clear drop on my finger. He shivered as I touched the
bead to my tongue and savored the alkaline saltiness. The lyrics rang in my
ears as I cuddled his scrotum in my palm: "Ring around the rosie, pockets full
of posies . . ." His erection held his dick out the way. I gazed into his eyes
and witnessed his expression change from bliss to terror as awareness struck
him simultaneously with my scissors: "Snip one, snip two, no more nuts for
you-hoo." The song rang sweet and true.

  

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