A Growing Need - Part 1
STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, MINOR
Two women discover something about themselves after watching a bull being castrated.
` The year was 1890. She was forty five now. Georgina had lived here on her
extensive estate for thirty years. She had stayed on here after her husband,a
senior British Diplomat had died. There was no place on earth like Bagdad, no
place like this country. She could have gone back to England but she could not
even contemplate that. She loved this country, it`s beauty, and above all,
it`s primitive barbarity. Her husband had been well respected here, and was
know by all the region`s Princes and Rulers. She was safe here. Her husband
may have been popular with the natives here but she had grown to hate him,and
shed little tears at his death. England would have been no place for a woman
like Georgina. Exposed to the practices and customs of this place, she had
long ago left the genteel ways of a typical English women far behind her. The
things that Georgina craved were not available in England. Her husband had
never been interested in her sexually, not for years. She had made up for
that. She had become insatiable as far as boys were concerned. Young boys. At
least thirty of them worked on her estate. Not one of those boys was more than
sixteen years of age. She was wealthy, and boys were easily obtained. For a
pittance, pretty and well hung young boys would spread themselves and let her
do as she wished to them. `

She was not always alone here. She had, over the years developed a huge circle
of friends, in Bagdad, but also all around Europe. Her husbands position had
required her to entertain many visitors from many lands. Women , in
particular, had always liked her and she had many female friends. Women for
some reason had a strange liking for this place. Bored European Diplomatic
wives, looking for something different, something more exciting,. Something
more primitive. Many of these women visited her on a regular basis. One of
those was a German lady named Helga. Georgina had known her for years,, ever
since Helga`s Husband husband was stationed in . They had returned home many
years ago but Helga often returned for long periods. Georgina had soon
discovered that Helga had the same craving for young flesh as she had herself.
Together they satisfied that craving. Helga, who was around the same age as
herself, could often be found with four or five, very naked, and very young
boys in her bed. Both of them had developed a taste for more unusual
activities. They often paid native villagers to let them watch male
circumcisions. Both of them found this very erotic. When they mentioned this
to some of their female friends, they were surprised at the level of interest
shown. Soon, a number of them were brought along to see for themselves.
Gradually a circle of women with a liking for this sort of thing began to
form.

One evening, on the way back from a village where they had just seen ten young
boys losing their foreskins, they passed a group of natives ,and there was
much shouting. " What is going on?" Georgina asked their porter. He dismounted
from his camel and disappeared into the crowd. He returned a few moments
later.

" What is going on, what are those women doing?, asked Georgina.

" They are performing the cuttings Lady" he said.

" What do you mean, cuttings, what kind of cuttings?.

" The cutting of the males Lady, the male camels and the bulls. The women cut
them this time each year".

Helga had a strange look in her eye.

" Lets have a look" she said excitedly.

They worked their way through the crowd to a clearing. A large bull was lying
on the ground, its legs tied together. He was roaring. A young native woman
was kneeling behind him. Georgina stared. She was cutting the testicles out of
him. The girl took no notice of his roaring and trashing as she cut them out
of him. Georgina could not take her eyes from the knife as it did its bloody
work. Both of them stood staring as twelve other bulls lost their testicles. A
strange excitment took hold of her. Surprised, she realised she was getting
wet between her legs.

On the rest of the way home none of them said very much. Later in the evening
Helga approached her.

" I am going to tell you something that might shock you" she said quietly.

" What?," said Georgina.

" Well, when we were watching those women this afternoon, I never felt so
sexually excited in all my life. It really did something to me Georgina when I
saw what they were doing to those bulls".

" They were castrating them Helga, they were cutting the maleness out of those
big scrotums. Don`t worry, I felt exactly the same. It is not so strange to be
excited by it, I have read of women who have a great liking for castration. I
think we must see this again?.

That night many of the young boys were wondering why so much attention was
being paid to their scrotums.

To be continued.  

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