Jenny and Her Apprentice #3

Jenny lay there in the dark grinning to herself, she felt all wet and gooey. She and Angelina had just made love, and she was savoring post coital bliss. Damn, she was getting almost straight they had necked for a long time; finger fucked one another, and then brought each other off with their mouths. No whipping, no beatings and no urine. For Jenny this was close to plain vanilla sex. It was Monday, evening Chad had just about 24 hours of his new status as house eunuch under his belt. Jenny had let him stay home. Now she was wondering if Judy was correct that he due to his low output would be impotent. Maybe she should do this as a scientific test, get two more boys Chad’s age, one as control and one as the double blind. Obtain three of those male chastity belts she was always reading about and hook them all up, and pretend to castrate the other two boys, then lock their balls in the belts for thirty days. Jerk them off daily and measure their output. Keep careful track of weight etc. Then have a big party at the end of thirty days and cut the two boys for real. With a control group she could write a paper and submit it to the New England Journal of Medicine, she would be famous. Yeah sure, and shortly after the paper was published men in white coats would stop by throw the net over her. They’d take her to Mid Hudson or Mt Marcy, wrap her in wet sheets, pump her full of insulin and then plug her into the wall outlet, after that she would be a head of lettuce.

What Jenny did decide to do had no scientific value, except in the anecdotal sense; she jerked Chad off every evening to see how much his output was and how hard he could get. At the end of fourteen days he was no longer responding to a hand, so Jenny used her mouth, she could feel a little stiffness, and a small amount of ejaculate. She had enough training to know testosterone is oil soluble and it would take thirty days for it to get out of Chad’s system. Sure enough by the 28th day, he was just getting a little twitch, no hardness. Judy had been right about Chad’s lack of libido.

On the other hand Chad called his parents and made up with them. Filled them on his whereabouts and made up a good story, leaving out the part about being ball-less, then in closing promised to stay in touch. He started reading, and asked Jenny to front him for a class in floral design. I know that is kind of a cliché, but Chad enjoyed it, and seemed to have a talent for it. Jenny put a little money into some supplies at her shop and split the profits with Chad. He had a flair for design, and people liked his little items.

Three months after Jenny nutted Chad, Grace from Springfield called. Grace was going to have a party and make her move on Josephine and James. She told Jenny it was time, they had watched the tapes, and the couple had been on the Internet sites, maybe Jenny could come up and push them over the edge. Jenny accepted and asked if she could bring Angelina and Chad as back up. Grace said of course the more the merrier, and a date was set.

When the trio from the Mid Hudson arrived at Grace’s home, there was an extra car in the driveway. Jenny assumed this was Joe and James vehicle. She parked unloaded her two passengers and up to the door they went. Grace greeted them with a tray of martini’s, Angelina and Jenny accepted, Chad wisely declined.

Into the living room they went where Grace made introductions all around. Joe a pretty Irish lass after giving Angelina a very hungry once over turned to her husband and said: “Forget the Barbie doll daddy, I see what I want for Christmas.”

“I was going to say the same thing.” Replied James as he hungrily eyed Chad. James walked over to Chad made a personal introduction, put his arm around the young boy and led him to the couch where they began a very personal conversation.

Angelina walked over to Joe, looked her up and down and said: “I heard about you, they tell me you go down on women when they’re having their periods.”

“Yes I do” replied Joe, “they taste just like putanesca sauce you Italian whore.”

“That’s kind of smart ass talking coming from an Irish bitch like you.” Said Angelina with an evil grin.

Grace and Jenny were a little taken aback by this conversation.

“Come on in here we will work this out.” Said Joe as she grabbed Angelina’s hand and lead her towards the guest bedroom.

Angelina for her part followed easily. Once they were inside, and the door closed, Angelina grabbed Joe by the shoulders and pushed down hard, Joe fell to her knees by the bed. Angelina lifted her skirt and straddled Joe’s face and yanked her head into her panty-less crotch. “Eat me bitch she hissed.” Joe complied, by and odd quirk of fate, Joe had a preternaturally long tongue, she thought of this as a special gift. She shot this tongue up Angelina cunt, which brought a gasp from Angelina.

It was sort of ‘love at first bite’. Jenny had heard the loud voice, and the thump, then silence. Being somewhat worried that the two might harm one another while trying to determine who was going to be the butch dyke, she carefully opened the door. She needn’t have worried, by this time Joe and Angelina, were enthusiastically washing each other’s face with their cunts. There was a lot of grunting and moaning. No daisy chain for Jenny to join in, this looked very private.

Jenny was a little shocky from the instant magnetism and instant sex between Joe and Angelina. She sat in the living room with Grace who was a little taken aback by the sequence of events also. She was up for a de-balling, but things weren’t going her way either.

James and Chad had taken up residency on the couch and had carried on a conversation since Chad’s arrival two hours before that had ignored the other four in house. There seemed to be a lull in the conversation, James looked at Chad, Chad kind of looked away. James unzipped his trousers, pulled his semi erect penis out oblivious to the two women seated in the room, then with his other hand gently pulled Chad’s head into his lap. There was no hesitation on Chad’s part, he opened his mouth and began to suck James dick. James caressed the back of Chad’s neck, and watched with a sort of detached interest as the young man fellated him. This went on for some time Chad contentedly sucking James dick. Then James leaned over and said in Chad’s ear: “Lay face down and I’ll make love to you.” Chad moved face down on the couch; James undid his own trousers to his knees, then lowered Chad’s trouser and underwear to expose his intended target. James knew it is much easier to take a young boy from behind the first few times, since even if he was in pain, he could not get away. James was nice and slippery from Chad’s saliva, and he slid right in up to his short and curly in the waiting orifice. Making love, was perhaps to kind a phrase, actually he fucked Chad hard. Chad for his part responded and pushed back against each thrust. Now with no pressure for food or shelter, or a ride, Chad knew he wanted this to happen, he accepted being gay, he liked being fucked, he’d enjoyed sucking James dick and wanted to do it again, but this time he wanted James to spurt in his mouth. He had his very own man now. James grabbed Chad by the hips and held in tight as he came, then he leaned over and kissed Chad on the back of the neck, and gave him a little bite and said: “I’m your stallion now, and you’re my mare, I get to ride you all the time, be right back.” James got up and went to the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later, and seated himself by Chad on the couch. He rolled Chad over and played with the little dick for a minute or two, then leaned over and gave it a wet smack. “Here you go Chad, I have cleaned up for your, suck me again” James stretched out, and pulled Chad’s head into his lap. This time Chad sucked until James shot a small load into Chad’s eager mouth.

Grace and Jenny watched all this in morbid fascination; the two lovers had completely ignored their presence. Later in discussing the activities they would both agree that it had been quite sensual, and its own way charming. Since both had more than a passing acquaintanceship with male genitalia, and had used all the orifices they had been given for sexual congress equally with both sexes there was not a hint of condemnation in them.

Jenny was so taken aback at the turn of events at Grace’s house that she didn’t attempt to have sex with Grace, even though they slept in the same bed. Grace for her part was very disappointed, she had already participated in two castrations, and had wanted to do one on her own, and it just hadn’t worked out, James apparently wanted to keep his balls, and had just been leading her on, he certainly used them on Chad enough times that evening.

Jenny didn’t sleep very well, she stared at the ceiling, she was beginning to feel a sense of impending loss. The next morning this was confirmed when a somewhat embarrassed Angelina told Jenny she was going to stay in Springfield for a week or two. No further explanation needed. Chad told Jenny he would remain also, that James was going to take him to a design show over in Boston.

Jenny decided to return to the Mid Hudson early, saying good-by to Grace, and better luck next time, and call me if you need advice. She cried a bit on the drive back. In the following weeks she would pack Angelina’s and Chad’s belongings and post them to Mass., neither of them would return to her house, although they did call and wish her well.

Jenny probably would have needed a trip to the rest home had it not been for Judy and her effervescent spirit. After years of living together with Angelina, and then having Chad, to suddenly loose both was heart breaking. She cried a lot, something she hadn’t done since she was nine years old. She did go to the wedding service that announced the pairing of Joe (Josephine) and Angelina, Chad and James as life partners. She sincerely wished them well then went home to an empty house. Judy’s giggling nonsense and off color remarks had saved her sanity.

In the early spring a young minister began to stop by the shop, he picked up couple of shrubs for the churchyard, and some flowers for something or other. Nice young man. Jenny found he was six years her junior, a Pentecostal, single and named Randy Dale. No not Randall, diminutive Randy, but actually Randy. He always went by his middle name, so Jenny called him by his first. He kept suggesting he stop by her home some evening and go over the scriptures with her. After being asked about six times, Jenny gave in, hey he was someone to talk to.

Rev. Randy arrived one Thursday evening, Jenny served him tea, and he began to ask her about her religious background. She allowed as how she had lapsed, her father was religious, and her mother went to Church. She herself had not been in a church since her parent’s funerals.

Rev. Randy for reasons that will be obvious started with the Song of Solomon. King James version of course. About half-way through the poem, he couldn’t stand it any more, he pushed Jenny on to her back on the couch, removed her jeans and panties, unzipped him self and prepared to act out the poem. Jenny for her part was not adverse to this so she guided him in. There is a line from a ‘tongue in cheek’ western song from the 70’s where the girl compares her boy friend to a blender. This line came to Jenny as Rev. Randy fucked her for the third time. On the fourth time she guided him one hole down, she was not used to that much penetration. Once he was in, she clamped down, and gave him a ride he would never forget.

Now Rev. Randy was not small, and not large, he was average in the penis department. However, years of hard use, and some would say abuse had him case hardened to go the whole nine yards. His gonads on the other hand would have done a horse proud, large lime sized balls hung in an extra large pouch. His output was amazing, as Jenny lay there in a widening pool of cum; she thought, “Even Judy would be choked by this guy.”

They were married a month later. The girls in the Wednesday night choir practice breathed a collective sigh of relief, as Rev. Randy had worn them out. Jenny made a full and complete confession of everything she had done, from castrating her husband to present. Rev. Randy said he must beat the devil out of her, he got a willow switch, bent Jenny over the arm of the couch and whipped until she started to bleed. She screamed she was on fire, and he had to put the fire out. They wound up with the Rev. Randy doing her from behind about five times. Maybe whippings weren’t such a good idea.

Jenny was amazed at herself and response to straight heterosexual congress she was getting positively normal. Actually only close, there was still a lot of back door sex. She had been worried he might not be oral enough for her. Then she remembered the line about the pomegranates in the Song of Solomon, and found he enjoyed this little diversion too.

Wednesday nights after choir practice and Saturdays while writing his sermon were when he was the horniest. Jenny could count on being pumped five times each day at a minimum, six if she bent over in front of him.

Jenny joined the Ladies Aide, and the Church Axillaries. There were some hard feelings against her, some because she had a business and a bit of money, and some because the Rev. Randy was no longer rooting in that individuals potato bin.

A year and a half into their marriage Rev. Randy’s birthday fell on a Wednesday. Jenny had a cake for him, a card and a new black suit. They had dinner, ate the cake, he then had to rush to choir practice.

Jenny was reading in bed, sans panties, no sense having another pair torn off, by him or her when the emergencies came. Rev. Randy was a couple of minutes late, nothing to be alarmed about. Then he did the strangest thing, he only fucked her once, and seemingly exhausted he fell asleep. Now as a women when you are have had this kind of attention to your cunt, asshole, and mouth and suddenly it stops, you immediately know something is wrong and if you are as worldly wise as Jenny you know the someone in the choir gave your husband a birthday ride or polished his knob as a thank you.

Jenny slipped her hand under the covers and swiped it in his crotch, then smelled the finger, yes that was her, and something else fresh soap. He had washed off the other woman’s smell. With this she had to believe this was not the first time he had calmed the nerves of one of the parishioners with a tube steak injection.

Well it was obvious what had to be done. Jenny carefully uncovered Rev. Randy’s sex. He slept naked, incase of nocturnal erections, this saved time. Carefully Jenny moved his cock to one side then smoothed his balls out to their full length and carefully milked them down. My, my, my he would certainly be easy to band, no fear of getting a ball caught in the tubing. Now I have to think, am I considering doing this because it would be for the best, or because I like to nut men, and it has been a long time since I have castrated anyone. From deep in her memory Jenny thought of a long ago lecture on logic, in which the name of a 12th century logician, William of Occum, made his famous postulate, Occum’s Razor-if it has no influence on the subject it should not be considered in the conclusion to be drawn.

“Oh fuck Occum’s Razor and logic, I’m gonna nut this southern clown with my razor.” Jenny said to herself.

She got up quietly from the bed and went to the frame on the wall where the elastrator hung. She took down her old friend, so many precious memories she thought, as she loaded a clip and a very thin tube. Yes a thin tube would be best, it might hurt a bit more, but would be quicker. She checked her branch cutters; they had a good edge, but were too small for the size of the sack. It would have to be the by pass shears.

Back to the bed she went. She carefully lifted Rev. Randy’s sack and slid the loop up nice and tight so he would be all neat and tidy later on. Then she tightened the handgrip, when she was about two squeezes away from the proper tension Rev. Randy woke up. That was the problem with the thin tubing; it hurt a bit when it was tightened, since it had a tendency to cut.

“What’s going on?” Said a very sleepy Rev. Randy.

“Shush now, and go back to sleep, I am just tidying you up a bit.”

“Tidying me up?”

“Yes, that little thing I do, it will keep you out of the choir loft and out of the chorines panties. Now just be still for a couple more minutes it will all be over and you can go back to sleep.”

“Oh no Jenny, not me, let me up, take that thing off me.”

“Relax Randy, in a couple more minutes, your balls will be dead anyways from lack of blood. Do you want me to do it this way, or drug you an whack them off while you are out.”

“I’ll cut that band off myself.” Rev. Randy started to get up, but was restrained by Jenny’s hand on his throat.

“Hey Randy, you forgot who your dealing with here. It’s Jenny the girls who lifts 80lb bags of fertilizer all day long, the heaviest thing you life is some girls skirt. If you try to get up, all that will happen is you will go to the emergency room, without your balls. Now relax, you’re a done deal, your balls belong to me.”

“Come on Jenny this isn’t fair.”

“I have not been unfaithful to you since our marriage in word or deed. Can you say the same?”

“Well”

“Can you say the same here in the open?”

“No.”

“Good, now how many times?”

“Well, never more than twice a week.”

“TWICE A WEEK, you been fucking two other women every week in addition to giving me calluses on my cunt, two other women a week. Those balls have to come off; even the cats in the neighborhood aren’t safe from you. What happened tonight?”

“Weeelllll, three of the girls kinda gave me a birthday party.”

“What you mean is you were pivot at a cluster fuck, don’t you?”

“Oh Jenny.”

“Don’t ‘Oh Jenny’ me. With your balls gone, you will probably be satisfied with just once a day.”

“Oh please.”

“Remember how I told you I would whisper to all the little girls when I cut their clits, and all the little boys when I cut their balls, and make it all nicey, nicey for them. Well you don’t get that; you just get em cut off. Now my soon to be gelding, it is time. No ‘oh please’, either, this is what is going to happen, its time Rev. Randy for you to get cut. You got a woody, I am going to mount you and when I feel you splash inside me I’ll make you safe for all the women in the area.”

“Ready Randy here we go.” Jenny mounted him and sat down hard, facing his toes, as soon as he was firmly in her cunt, she reached down and cut his sack off. “So I lied a little Randy, now pump me and clean yourself out.” Rev. Randy wiggled all over the place but finally released and shot into Jenny. Jenny for her part moved the cutters to the base of the good Rev. Randy’s member and said: “Randy if you so much as look at another women below the nose, don’t look at her mouth as you will think of a blow job, I will remove your little friend. Then I will hunt the bitch down, cut her clit out, and sew up her cunt. Just a warning, be good.”

The good Rev. Randy had a lot of explaining to do to female members of his church that had depended upon him for nervous relief. On the other hand some female members would take Jenny aside and say: “That little procedure you do, now suppose I brought my husband, boy friend, lover etc. over and you could…………………………..

THE END