Jenny and Her Apprentice #1

“Jenny?”

“Yes.”

“Hi dear, it’s Grace in Springfield. How are you?”

“Fine, how are things in the Bay State?”

“Oh wonderful, I have got news to talk with you about, and need your advice on how to proceed. You know on that little procedure we do.”

“Yes, keep to euphuisms you never know who is listening these days.”

“This gets rather evolved, do you have time to talk right now.”

“Oh plenty, I was a bad girl over the weekend, and Angelina had to punish me twice. I can’t walk real well today.”

“Still the ‘sick chick.”

“Yes, if I ever get a CB radio, that’s going to be my handle, ‘Sick Chick.’ Bet I could get a lot of truckers interested in my little procedure. I’d tell them how much more comfortable they would be on the long haul without those little things down there getting squashed all the time. No more interest in the ‘pavement princess’s’ at the truck stop. They’d be better at hauling anything they wanted after I got through with them, everything but there ashes, no need to haul them afterwards.”

“Oh Jenny stop, you’ll get me giggling and I’ll forget what I called you about.”

“Sorry Grace, I’ll be good.”

“Okay, okay, okay, let see first I kicked Brian out, we’re getting a divorce. He is being a real sweetheart, letting me keep the house, cars, the 401k’s the savings everything.”

“You’re blackmailing him about being a eunuch, right?”

“Why of course Jenny, I told that miserable mother fucker I’d put ads in every paper in New England, if he didn’t let me have everything.”

“Good for you dear.”

“I have so many things to ask you about, I made a list. First thing on my list is my rectum.”

“Your rectum, this ought to be good, mine is one of my favorite parts of my body, go ahead.”

“To be real crude and graphic, I saw how much you enjoyed getting fucked by that guy we did, so I though let me try that one time.”

“Did you put an ad in the weekly shopping guide?”

“Oh don’t be silly. You remember the couple I told you about?”

“Which couple?”

“The boy-boy, girl-girl couple.”

“Okay.”

“I gave it some thought, and came to the conclusion who would know how to fuck an asshole better than a guy that is gay, so I invited them over for cocktails, and my tail.”

“Good point Gracie, but actually the Brits are quite good at that too. The guy that introduced me to that delightful endeavor was British/Irish.”

“Oh do you still see him.”

“No, he was sort of un-cooperative, Judy and I removed the source of his in-cooperativeness.”

“Oh how nice, I do hope he is happier now.”

“Grace I told you before, who gives a shit, I got to do my thing.”

“Well back to my story. They came over on a Friday evening and we had martini’s, they had two, and it took three for me to get up the courage to ask them. Without Brian there three is an odd number. The first thing I learned was Brian and the guy did a few more things than Brian ever admitted too. Brian always told me that this guy, James, would blow him or Brian would fuck him. It turns out that Brian was the blower, and the fuckee.”

“Looks like you got some more blackmail material for old Brian, I am sure he wouldn’t want people to know he has had his shit pushed in, or has been eating the pole as it were.”

“Crude Jenny but accurate, Brian works in a company that would fire him in an instant if they knew about it. He will be such a good boy about things like future earnings. In any event, I got up the courage and asked, them getting permission first from Joe (Josephine) to use her husband’s dick. They then explained their marriage to me; it is a beard, a disguise. She is a 100% dyke, and he is gay as a jay. Their activity is he picks up women for her to seduce, she picks up men for him to seduce. They told me if you get someone male or female that is ‘three sheets to the wind’ it is real easy, to use their term, get the individuals to queer out. Brian and I were a treat for them since they didn’t need to cover up their real interest. So Joe helped me off with my clothes, and positioned me on all fours, with my ass up in the wind, she got between my cheeks and licked and sucked me. That got James’s motor running and he popped it in me. Joe stayed there and played with me. Then when James started to cum, he pushed me flat and just pounded away. I’ll probably do it again, but the pressure kind of got to me. Afterwards, while James was washing up, I sat on the couch, Joe sat in my lap, necked for a while, then I finger fucked her.”

“How does she taste and smell?’

“What.”

“Grace I was brought up on a farm, lots of interesting odors. In sex, even our kind in addition to touch, there is the taste and the smell. Men like odor more, after all a man will eat limburger cheese.”

“I hadn’t considered that, but will try it next time.”

“Oh yes on the pressure, did you have an enema first?”

“Who no Jenny, I didn’t think of that.”

“Well unless you are ‘sick chick’ like me, and into pain and pressure, you will find it much more enjoyable it your have a high colonic before ass fucking.”

“Wow you know everything, I’ll do that next time. But listen here is what I really called to ask you about, James, cannot be happy the way he is. Joe is a very feminine lesbian, so no one notices her, and she is married. But James has to be unhappy. I think he would be happy as a woman, I want to make him one, I want to cut him, you know where.”

“Grace he sounds like the perfect candidate, a little off center, it probably wouldn’t take much to convince him. Did you introduce him to the EA website yet?”

“Oh yes.”

“Good that is a real fine place to start. Let me give you some philosophy and then tell you about my latest adventure in modification. First rule number one, if you band a man or a women, whatever you band gets cut off. Don’t let a guy play games with you, if you have got him banded for more than twenty minutes, his balls are yours, so take them. Which brings us to rule number two; make him ask to be cut, have him beg to be a eunuch, right out loud have him yell for you to castrate him and cut his nuts off. Of course this second rule has some leeway in it, remember Dave, now when we got to the crucial point, the point that you and I wanted, we set up a signal. That sometimes works better if the guy is a little shy like Dave was. So in case you didn’t hear I told him to move your head before he shot in your mouth a second time, and if he didn’t move I would know he wanted me to castrate him. Now as it turned out he said ‘Please Jenny before he came a second time, that’s when I put the cutters on his sack and kissed him. But it gets down to was he asking me to stop or to cut. We will never know will we. By the way Grace that is the sweetest thing to feel your hand encircle mine, and then close, and know we have just nutted a man. I love you Grace.”

“Oh Jenny that is so sweet of you to say. I love you too, and it is a wonderful feeling to have our hands together and do those boys, make them different.”

Getting back to the set in question. Oh, I just had a thought I wonder if Dave the ball-less wonder of the farm co-op still pushes burdizzo’s, or does he now have a sales pitch that starts I got did with the elastrator, and now I’m happy.”

There was a short time out while they laughed a bit over that one.

After a few tears Grace came back with: “Instead of ask the man that owns one, the slogan would be: Ask the man that’s been done by one.”

Off they went again.

“Okay, okay, okay, Grace, let me catch my breath here, it is so good to talk to you. Let me tell you about my trip. Last month there was a show for miniature trees down south of Philadelphia. I love those little things, Hannah called because she is a fan too, and told me about it. Took two days off during the week to go see the show. Now let me set the situation up, most of the individuals interested in little miniature trees are men, mostly older and straight as an arrow, very few women. If I could draw a conclusion from this it is that this hobby allows men to play with flowers without seeming like fairies. The show was terrific lots of really terrific specimens and it gave me a great many new ideas. So after looking at the displays went into the commercial area to see if I could get a good deal on planters or if there was a new tool I couldn’t live without. At this one booth was the best looking pair of surgical stainless steel branch cutters I had ever seen. Have been thinking of buying new equipment and having the old stuff bronzed. The cutters were expensive, so I looked up to see who owned the booth and darned if I didn’t recognize the name. I have read articles by this guy, even bought trees from his firm over the internet. Wanted to introduce myself, not that it would mean the much to someone with his reputation. I about fainted when he came over, he is a little, 5’6’, a prancing queen, this guy is so queer it is unbelievable, all he needed were wings and he would have been able to fly. We get into an area of political correctness here. I wasn’t disturbed because he was gay, you know the sex you and I had was not exactly straight, it was that superior know it all attitude that some gay men have. Does James have that Grace?”

“No most of the time you won’t even know, it is only after a couple of drinks, that he lets his hair down.”

Good, because if he was like this guy Bob by name, I’d be up this weekend and do him like a horse. Now for whatever reason, I took my tools with me. If ever there was a guy that needs doing it is Bob, that way he can concentrate on his trees, and keep his mind off the little limbs. So, I bought the branch cutters. He went back to the back of the booth to make change and I followed him. I said Bob, it must be terrible to be gay and be in this business, these guys are so macho, they’ll beat you to a pulp if you do anything. He kind of looked at me. Then I said relax, Bob, I like girls myself, I’m not criticizing, just commenting. Then I reached down and grabbed his balls and massaged them and said: ‘These little fruit are the problem, they should be treated like a Quince, or a Malus (apple) and be pruned, so your other interests and the rest of you can grow and prosper. I saw a lounge out side, lets go there right now and I will show you how it is done.’ I took his arm and led him outside, a few feet to the little lounge, it had a couch and a arm chair, he went right in with me, after he was inside I closed and locked the door. I sat him down on the couch and unbuckled his belt took his trousers down to his ankles along with his shorts. I got down on my knees between his spread legs and started to work on his cock and balls. ‘See Bob I knew you were gay, any other man here would be up and running now, a pretty girl handling him, let me fix you so you are a better person.’ He just stared at me, I believe he thought he was dreaming. For the life of me I don’t know why I had the elastrator in my big bag, but it was there, maybe for targets of opportunity, anyway. I worked his balls down really loose, and then banded him solidly real high and tight, I remember thinking this will be a really neat job when it is done. He still didn’t have an erection. “You have a problem with women, don’t you Bob?” He kind of nodded. “Lets play pretend, I not a women but a beautiful 14 years old boy, blond, hairless, but hung like a Clydesdale, I’m gonna do you, then you can do me.’ That did it, up like a rock. So I licked him, keeping one eye on my watch when 15 minutes passed, I started to blow him, he came in about two minutes, so I held his cum in my mouth and continued to blow him until he started to fuck my face, and came again. I got up with the mouthful of cum and put my brand new branch cutters on his sack. The I said “Open wide Bob.” I spit the whole mess into his mouth, that got him. Then I took his hand and put it over mine, just like you and I do, and said “Whenever you are ready Bob, we’ll prune you together.” Then I kissed him. He hesitated squeezed a little bit, then, stopped. I broke the kiss, and said ‘what’s wrong Bob?’ He said: ‘I’m scared.’ I got my lips down by his ear and real soft said: ‘Don’t be scared, I have helped a lot of men get over their problem with bad fruit, one little yelp and it will all be over. The decisions you make quickly are the best, your lucky I stopped by today, and new exactly how to improve your life. Now I know what will help.’ I took my other hand reached into my jeans and swiped my rectum with it, then took that finger and stuck it in Bob’s mouth, he started to suck it. ‘That’s a comfort isn’t it Bob. On three we squeeze together and you will be all nice and neat. One, two, three.’ His hand gave a little twitch on mine, so I finished the job. His balls made a kind plopping sound when they hit the tile floor. I said: ‘You’ll be much better now, Bob.” Picked up my things, and high tailed it out of there, and didn’t look back till I got in New York State. What do you think of those apples, or plums or nuts or whatever. That has got to be a record, one hour from tree fairy to eunuch.”

“Wow, that is something. Does he know you?”

“Well next time I order trees I’m not going to send him a note that says ‘hi I’m the bitch that castrated you.’ I’ll just be careful at conventions and shows. There is a point that is relevant to your friend James, many males because of the social stigma, homosexuals have great big gobs of guilt, so it won’t take much convincing to make James, Jamie.

“Can I call on you for advice Jenny?”

“Any time dear any time, or if you need help in the bathroom.”

End part one