1964 The Dairy of DesireChapter 46 Return to Normalcy
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Supper
In the kitchen the wife and Bernice carried on as they usually did and it was as if the wife had never come to the milking parlor earlier at all. I looked at her questioningly as she approached and immediately attached herself to my penis, her magnetic grope. She felt me up pretty good, balls and all as I watched her hands methodically inspect the resulting erection as if by braille detail before I sat down for food.
Somehow I felt she was groping more diligently than usual. It was like there was a new level of inspiration involved. I had to hold her, arms length for just a moment as I queried her look for some explanation but she just laughed and re-tugged harder on me and squeezed my balls side to side intently. I was puzzled and I put my hands on her cheeks, smiled, pulled her to me and gave her a juicy kiss. I was becoming so nervy and my body oddly moved toward her as if by gravity. I think my feet slid on the floor as I wondered where my fears of being caught by her husband had gone?
She stopped short and seemed to melt in that passion closing her eyes as she savored me. I had to wonder if she was actually in love with me too. I whispered, “You are so mysterious. You can’t imagine how much I want to make love to you, right now, on the table.” I felt a strange tingling in my penis and for a moment I thought I was going to instantly climax on her.
I was becoming quite quickly so sure of myself and I purposely ignored my shocking boldness as I returned her forwardness with some of my own. I followed both my heart and instincts honestly. And her husband was in the hospital, not at home. For the first time I seriously pondered making love to her; wondered if I could actually do it on the table for the current audience. She gave me a look as if she understand my thoughts and that’s when she seemed to cause me nearly to ejaculate on her. “Oh ... OH!” I pulled away from her in response, fearful of making a mess and as I turned toward the table she gave me a grope up my butt crack. I sighed, reached around, bent over a little, and gave her hand a warm fondle.
I turned to the table swinging my wife induced erection around. Once seated, Siza, without hesitation, came and sat in my lap, back to me. I reached around to put food in her mouth as she tickled the tip of my penis up between her legs, nestled firmly in her warm crotch like she anchored me in vagina-eze.
[The amazing vaginas capable of vibration and so many responses, snake like undulation for instance]
The jumpers the nymphs wore were short enough, no underwear, made it easy for me to grope them. They were ready for my fondling, clothed or undressed, because a shift of cloth made them openly available for my needs, penis-easy if the moment was right, and it always was.
I made a very obvious gesture to reach for the butter dish. Smiling broadly I showed Siza the really large amount of butter cupped in my fingers which I lowered under the table. That seemed to grab the attention of all assembled. I pushed the butter down both on my erection and then continuing down her crotch to culminate hand rolled up in her vagina. She laughed, wiggled and my fingers enjoyed fair play as I greased her button.
I looked into the other’s eyes for approval and getting it I put my hands under Siza’s armpits to raise her up so that I could just drop her on my buttered erection. Butter eased, slipping into her, I let her go. The shank guided vagina sank to the hilt as she descended, plop, and almost gave me an orgasm in and of itself. Wow, the amazing thrill that caused. I let out a deep sigh. I could have done that many times over again for the heck of it.
So there I simmered, penis fit, cooking in a vagina and oh so aroused.
Siza came alive and started jumping up and down on me. I was sure to have had a huge ejaculation if she didn’t slow down. It was my fault for starting her up in the first place. “Oh Siza!”, I exclaimed. “I think I’m going to climax in you, right NOW.
By some odd impulse Siza stood up, scooted the table forward and came off of my penis with a tug. Then she turned around to face me, 180 degrees, swung her leg back over me and promptly sat down on it again, shank sank all the way. I thought we were finish fucking but apparently we were just getting started.
She sat down flat and smiled into my eyes as she wrapped her arms around my neck. She put her tongue into my mouth and then began to move and vibrate on my penis leaving her tongue pretty much down my throat. I was totally hers to manipulate as she reached up and flung her jumper off over her head. I just knew for sure I was going get an orgasm now as she pulled my face into her nipples.
I wondered if all meals in the future were going to be like this. I wondered if I would have time to eat while aptly servicing my buddies. They said I was going to be fucking far more often than meals and that promise seemed to have come true to the extreme. I just hoped I’d have time to get something to eat.
The other nymphs just continued eating, new little potatoes in melted butter and spring peas, even some fresh asparagus from the nearby creek bank. They dropped their focus, not really paying any attention to us for several moments because the meal was extra good and this time they were actually eating it. I pondered their interest in food at the moment and then as Siza started making serious passion, one by one they started looking in our direction between bites. Some invisible cue was apparently the signal.
[An example with fern sitting on my penis and vibrating before beginning the rise and fall to the hilt and long enduring ejaculation]
Siza had a way of making her sex accelerate the partner’s arousal. She seemed to exude some sense of loving me even if it wasn’t uniquely Siza style. Soon I told her we were about to experience a “blast off”. The other nymphs, even Branch, now totally focused on us. Siza wrapped her legs under my chair, put her arms firmly around my neck, fixed her grip down to the back of the chair rung and got ready to hang on for dear life. Obviously she was hoping for a non-launch as the first big ejaculation impulse arrived and drove me down into the chair under her back pressure.
Siza’s legs held her steady, amazing, not rising much with the blast.
I really felt the tension in her muscles and the gizem squirted out loudly in all directions with a breaking high pressure relief valve spurt. It, for the most part, stayed under the table acting like a blast shield. Now the attention of the other nymphs was quite suddenly all ours because they were getting soaked with gizem squirting almost 360 degrees around but mostly aimed rear-ward guided by Siza’s ass crack. That meant a wad hit the wood cook range and there was a whoosh of steam, sudden, rising.
The three nymphs managed to hang on to their places and obviously were quite vicariously affected by our romance. They all writhed, wiggled and hung on, a caricature, just as Siza was. All were thoroughly involved in our fun. I went off with many more rounds of orgasm as I pulled Siza closer to me in a hug, me moaning, almost yelling, each surge a long pass of fluid ecstasy.
The wife and Bernice were standing way back to the right of the stove enjoying the fireworks from a distance and I became aware somehow the wife seemed to be more uniquely involved in the act than say Bernice was. That was strange.
It was the most enormous ejaculation yet. Dessert turned out to be the aftermath with the tongues cleaning up commencing as my ejaculation tide ebbed slowly and Siza enjoyed the last pulses before getting off of me. The dwaule greatness, the feeling of oozing snot like gizem between the two of us was greater than words can describe. My penis seemed to know no bounds in pleasuring us more and more.
The aftermath mini-ejaculations were becoming a real favorite. I loved for them to go on and on and Siza had really proved to be a trooper in holding on for the entire length of bursts. “That was the most wonderful experience yet!,” she exclaimed as she stood up and sat back, legs spread, before letting vast amounts of gizem flow back down out of her, leg-sticky, ready to be consumed by the other nymphs who gorged themselves in her crotch as she sprawled laid back on the table. Buttered new potatoes and asparagus were great but gizem for dessert, a topper.
[Always, siza was a unique fucking adventure and I loved her so]
“I have no idea how you managed to remain attached to me”, I said. “You are the winner!”
She had sustained to hold all of that material up inside herself before it shot back out and around with a blast voluminous. The results of the energy released must have caused something monumental to happen in another realm. Too bad I had no way of knowing exactly what. I had the experience of being totally soaked in a sheen of goo, all over, from my chin down to the floor. What an aftermath, Snotty soapy stuff dangling like chaos unleashed.
[So incredibly cute while she sucked, fern had enough vacuum to make me cross eyed]
Fern got down on her knees in front of me from under the table and started sucking me out similar to past orgasms in the parlor. Her sucking, of course, was deliriously fine and it made my eating supper, continuing, hard to concentrate on as I leaned over my fork. She remained below suck- evacuating my loins. Luckily the gizem explosion didn’t disturb my meal on the safe side of the blast shield and the food remained somewhat warm until I got back to it.
I commenced to finish my broiled chicken, meat which the nymphs did not partake in.
Supper was over, much cleanup had taken place and we were all laughing about having our meals served with explosive fucking. Would that happen each time we ate? “Dinner and an orgasm”, a sploodge, an old theme played out on what we did. I told them about Lilly’s dessert idea and I wondered if they would ever like to try that. “How hungry are you anyway?”, I asked. “We don’t need pudding when we have you Puddin-Penis”, laughed the wife. I looked down at Fern with her lips dangling gizem and got the drift of what she meant.
The wife pulled me over to the sink as I stood up. I was a slime covered gizem boy head to toe and she started washing me down. From top to bottom, in my bottom, my penis milked for quite a while, it was as if it really needed some extra attention. She was not going to be refused her routine so I just stood there and relented.
I wondered how long I could stand not fucking her.
I thought twice about my cockiness with her and then with my cockiness in general. Such change; I didn’t want to think too deeply about that. The former night’s meal had followed a disastrous meeting in the parlor and then the terror of confronting them in the bunk house only to find out that I was their golden boy, of sorts. I was too quickly becoming somebody I didn’t know anymore, parading around naked with a erection most of the time. What kind of image did that present to the world? I swore to leave those thoughts in a special category, only to think on them when time gave my situation a chance to develop further, always my future dangling out there, like a penis.
We walked out of the kitchen into the night air, the four nymphs and I, up the trail to the bunk house. I was handled, played with the entire way by eight fondling nymphs hands, probing fingers and a couple of times the crazy play landed my penis in a vagina as the bodies cavorted around and on me. That felt so good. I was having fun and when my erection found a home I just made quick work, as fast as I could, loving the donor with my boner but pulling out before any gizem hit the trail. I was being a tease too.
I didn’t climax, came close a few times but simply just dribbled continually, just right for keeping things lubricated. And as we finally crossed the road, headed to the bunk house doors, I let go very spontaneously, without so much as a vagina engaged, not even close.
It was quite strange, a type of misfire I would assume as I ejaculated a huge amount stopping me dead in my tracks. The push back made me weak kneed and Branch held me up as I covered the road at the crossing repeatedly, kinda funny looking on the spring-time asphalt ready to shine in oncoming headlights. The nymphs stopped and look at me quizzically and I was surprised they were surprised with their abilities to see the future. But, there it was. My magic penis had gone off accidently?
As I stood staring at all the stuff coming out of me - realizing the difference in ejaculating without a vagina for back pressure, somebody grabbed my arm and started pulling me across the road as I slid all over in the gizem. “C’mon! Hurry up,” said Fern. You’re wasting it.
When we were all on our beds, Siza with me, spontaneously, already putting my penis inside her, I said, “I love to feel all of your skin, all of you, on me, all over, all the time, ALWAYS! Remember you said you were going to teach me even more about satisfying a female? I want that.” At that point Branch spoke up and said that she was referring to something they had intended to tell me, in time. “We wanted to see what you would do after we’d showed you some of the aspects of the way we live, who we are. We wanted to see what you might do after being reminded of home, a little loneliness, and now more explanations will start coming soon.”
As Siza’s vagina purred on my penis so firm I told them about my honest feelings regarding my parents, all the parochial rules and the religious doctrine, all that stuff I never was able to believe or to get into. Also about the things faith based, that good reasoning debunks and those things tended to enslave without explaining completely in hard terms as to why. “I just don’t think that way. I don’t stop questioning for answers to just give it up to some deity I can’t see or interact with. I guess I just don’t believe in religion. I have faith but it’s in the ability to ask questions and get answers.”
[Explanation - most needed and continuing, branch explaining their realm while I keep on fucking, training as if I’m a seasoned livestock]
I don’t know if the silence following was because of what I said or if it was because they thought nothing of it. I still felt anxious about what I’d just told them. The whole religion thing was a huge burden because I’d spent so many years of my life dealing with it, not by my choice. Then I started to worry perhaps the nymphs were closer to my old religious roots than I’d expected. That didn’t make sense to me. But I felt a little embarrassed perhaps in telling them too much.
After a bit Branch spoke again.
“We want to tell you more about the hidden side of our existence as much as we can convey in your terms. To start with we want to discuss the fact you don’t spend your asleep time in this place. This place is just a window to our realm. It looks filthy in disarray because we don’t want to cause inquiry or curiosity about ourselves any more than required. The condition of things tends to keep people at bay and that’s a good thing. The smell of cow manure alone helps with that. These nights we take you away with us in a non-dimensional way and we let you share, in your unconscious state, another realm.
[Weird place! Another realm? Not even sure but it’s all about fucking]
Ours is not a domain you can explain in mere words. We came to earth when human time was not yet recorded, when the earth was a much different place. Our existence is not based on time traced realms of any sort and making a fit alongside the human experience is actually nonsense but we make do by allowing ourselves to follow the dictates of our herd who are so dear to us at this spot on the planet.
Occasionally you may notice we are absent for no obvious reason but just know it’s merely an issue of separate realms alignment catching up in short order, the timeless attempting to meld with time; nothing to worry about. As you may be able to imagine the conditions tend to skip a beat on occasion and that’s something all just accept. Think of us as being always just beyond the horizon forever.
By nature we are caretakers throughout our realm, the universe as you know it and alongside it in many facets. We can take any form, or not, depending on the need. In our current state we are monitoring the planet and others in a class like this one. Ours is not a responsibility to make change but rather just to monitor while letting the various life forms evolve as they mature - for good or bad. There is design that will not fail and you humans, given survival, will discover more of it in time, your time, showing a willingness to change, maybe.”
She explained about the planet Earth and the fact it was a living evolving entity which both tolerated and supported all life. “But the planet fills a realm and purpose above the need to support any particular form of life and life can either accept that fact or ignore it at its own peril. Species are not necessary but rather an intriguing process once launched running its course living its own signature results. And again this nymph visage is for our pleasure while we do our work and resolve our goals quite efficiently.
If you understand anything, understand this. You are here to help us.
[Group fuck, endless, enduring, round robin, one after the other]
The pleasure is ours and we have found little matching the particular human animal sexual experience for titillating sheer pinpoint physical joy. It is one of the very best running ploys ever devised. It’s rather well designed, has flaws of course just as everything does but we wouldn’t change it for all the worlds. It is such a stretch of the human emotional experience that it, also, almost defies mere words to describe the build-up to and exacting moment of orgasm. I don’t think anything can top it for us when combined with lots of love and volumes of high energy driven Happy-mess gizem, a perfect recipe for pushing the envelope of space-time.
Note that when you experience that, including the precise moment of ejaculation, you enjoy near perfection in passion too. You will know nothing closer to our realm’s ecstasy for as long as you keep your human form -until you transition on into the next realm. It’s wonderful. And we have found each pleasure can top the previous episode climaxing each and every time a factor above the last if you are well schooled in the effort. We plan to continue to give you that schooling for our sake. And now you are very aware of how each and every experience increases your output. There are reasons why that happens but for now it is enough to simply understand how it is and not why it is.”
“But do I have to worry this is too massive for me to endure? I don’t understand how that much stuff can possibly come out of me. How does it manage to come through my penis in such apparent volume? That’s not possible. It can’t be possible. It would be like maybe believing in Santa Claus but then actually witnessing him in the fantastical act. That part of it is scary. Shouldn’t it be? I should feel damaged and in pain.” My eyes pleaded with her and she calmly focused on my gaze.
[The reasons why I needed to understand - the enormity of my condition, like this, so tremendous the ejaculations and the reasons they needed that kind of energy release -- why? And these were small ejaculations, just spurts compared with what was to come]
“You don’t yet understand much regarding our powers, our apparent magic. We are literally worlds away from your short experience on earth. You’ll get to a point in understanding allowing your trust in our powers that are supernatural to you. The only part of your ejaculations you need be concerned with is in making sure you are available for our needs and you’ve proven you can do that.
What you actually add to the physical orgasm is a tiny portion of what is experienced. The volume you realize is created in another realm and the realization we all experience when you ejaculate is produced in an expanding quantum release that will not harm you, actually, mostly, occurs outside your body. You do have an over all far greater exhilarating experience than any other human being making love but the vastness of gizem explosions is produced, in essence, upon exiting you, at the very point of exit, for the most part, although your own physical experience is unworldly.
I know how you love the feeling especially at the tip of my penis. You should just trust it as our magic. Don’t try to understand completely because that is simply impossible for you. We love you; you love us; that’s enough to know. You will not be harmed in any way so enjoy it and most importantly, don’t be afraid of it. Honor it. Respect it. You are performing something of overwhelming importance to us.”
I wondered if that crazy tingling feeling at the very tip of my erection, as the huge ejaculation gizem exited, was what she was talking about. That was awesome. I loved that and she simply smiled at me in a cute way.
[That first night with them in the parlor, outrageous, mean, over the top ejaculations enduring and so powerful, so new to me -- I’d learned to fuck Lilly and now this, felt so good but was totally scary with four of them groping me all over without any explanation, stuff coming out of my penis in volume]
“We don’t expect you to work for nothing in creating pleasure for us so we will enhance your physical presence and capacities to really bolster your experience too. And again, it’s important you understand you will not be hurt in any way.
“You should have already noticed your penis size will change on demand, automatically fit what’s required although most of the time be very impressive size wise, and of course your output will seem to increase perhaps, in your mind, somewhat phenomenally. But that is all for us. It is what we require plus I know you’ll have fun with it too.
“You could try to imagine life without sex in combination with love. You can also imagine the despair of missing the love. All animal life on Earth is not like hell. Behold the fact sex and love in union are very special, to say the least.
“We are designed, unlike human females, to absorb all of the output you ejaculate and much more. The bodies we inhabit are designed to convert sex acts into a kind of cosmic energy using the material Happy-mess, a funny term we invented for our form of sticky bubbling semen like material.
“Happy-mess is not so much the important factor as is the energy that is released when you transport the stuff through our vaginas, filling us. The material is actually just a universal solvent of sorts but it also causes a reaction with climax copulation caching a store of important energy to be used for purposes you wouldn’t comprehend in a time sense, if time helps explain things for you.
“In a nutshell, it’s the precise point of orgasm-climax opening the realm for energy to pass, an event not possible otherwise but your amazing gizem output keeps opening the portal a little larger and longer with each orgasm. And that’s why your experience in this is so blinding and you often almost pass out, come close to an event horizon that is impenetrable for you.
“There is a flow that surrounds, engulfs and passes with your ejaculation we ride to endure and the more success we have with each of those episodes the more results are achieved. You are helping us to create a brand new realm with the unusual ejaculated substance possessing such body and special multi attributes. This is ultimately what sex should be.
“And why create a new realm in such an odd fashion? Because it, among many possible methods, is far more fun. You are schooled that it is a forbidden act, “naughty”, and now you can do something immensely important proving it’s not naughty at all, far beyond the reasoning of mere humans. Your fucking with multiple partners is nature shaping causal beauty.
[How sessions of adjustments went on, yes, even in the kitchen before meals, I was jacked off without hesitation again and again, an arm in my anus deep with each orgasm]
“If you can ponder the fact how our realm is not one of time dependence, at all, and the fact we exist in many universes at once enables us to seem to be here and everywhere else continually, or if you like at the same time.
“It’s difficult I know to conceive of that but it is just how it is. There is no time dependence in our love for you. You are loved by us in a way you will never experience with anyone else as long as you live this life. And because of all this we can make you produce for us in amazing ways by reaching through you from elsewhere.
“You were taught you have Free Will but also taught you are a “Sinner”. That was merely control manipulation regarding the concept of sinning to keep you under the thumb of authority by other humans. But free will is a concept mirroring our reality to a degree. Each and every occurrence of happenstance life is a cloud of possibilities. Whether you realized it or not your choices were always geared to this moment with your penis being used to create what we need for transition to another realm. We are required to follow a path of existence too.
“I know it’s hard for you to imagine what I’m talking about exactly but just know this. You are very powerful for a human being but don’t let that go to your head, as they say. Just enjoy the sex to the hilt and you’ll be doing just exactly what we need of you. And it is amazing how you have come to understand so much so quickly.”
Branches eye rolled up behind her eyelids as her head rose and a simple smile crossed her face. It was as if she was imagining our orgasm together. “You are my dream come true when you fill me with extended volumes of Happy- mess.” She lowered her head and looked me straight in the eyes. “But remember you are able to do this safely with us, only with us, under the influence of our power over you. You could be quite dangerous otherwise with other mere humans. We purposely keep you physically here on our dairy side of the realm during the point of orgasm, never allowing your physical form to cross over or transition during climax. Always be careful where this penis goes especially when it ejaculates.”
Her meaning was extra serious and I think I got some of the intent of what she was stating because her statement caused her to really grip my penis. The thought of them losing control of me at climax was frightening. The sex was stupendous but I didn’t want to fly off into some other realm in the midst of ejaculation like an over filled balloon released. The concept sounded funny unless it actually happened and I imagined myself that balloon flying away with a lot of farting noise as my penis released a shaft of quantum energy, or something or other maybe like a stream of stars.
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The son was talking to the extension agent outside in the parking area as I went around the loading dock on my way to help clean the milk house. I’d already made a boner while dreaming of holding Lilly in my arms and that distraction led the way with a hands on experience, my lightning rod of anticipation for my favorite chore. As I day dreamed squeezing away I overheard them conversing about the upcoming county fair and the son was excited about showing livestock. I passed by out of sight...
[Readied to leave the bunk house in the nude and releshing more of Lilly] This time I wasn’t alone leaving the bunk house early, around the corner, through the loafing shed and out into the cool morning air. Shivers were ahead of us but nobody yet seemed to give a darn how I looked. I assumed them still too sleepy to care that my penis was spitting, sticking straight out. But still, how stupid I felt! Although it was predawn dark the picture must have been hilarious, real pale big untanned...
They clambered through garage and up the wood steps after finishing marching to their songs. Through the doorway to the kitchen with a lot of rattle and thumping, all elbows pushing and shoving, they raced each other to the table. The great anticipation of food a la sex, all at once, was causing pandemonium as they all lined up on one side of the table leaving over half of it available for Lilly and I. They stood at attention, focused. It was hard to believe the enthusiasm. Just inside the...
They fell quiet as I lay silent, naked, gross and all slimy-hopeless. Finally, slowly, I got up. “OH my GAWD.” I dry heaved doubling over and fell to my knees. I just avoided their eyes and was so embarrassed, mortified. I muttered “OW-w-w - ow, oh, ow.” I knew I was way outclassed for strength and what a stupid thing for me to try. If I’d had a tail you know where it would have been. I sobbed. And I did have a tail. I didn’t even realize I was carrying that hose around still hanging out of...
The son told us we had to get the heifers dehorned before we got involved in haying season. There were about two dozen young year-olds that had their horns and it was the normal practice to remove those before they got long and presented a hazard in possible damage, goring, inflicted on each other or other animals, even humans. Dehorning was accomplished using a huge pair of what reminded me of big bolt cutters, dropped down on to the base of the horn, at the head. The handles, quickly...
I was still a bit in shock from the butt plug release as Lilly motioned for Lois to come close. Just that quickly I realized Lilly was inserting those Bag Balm greased fingers up my rectum. She must have had a gaping hole to fill. Fingers didn’t feel much different than the plug even given the fact she was using three fingers or more to do her work. Her fingers had probably just fallen it on their own before she stuck her whole hand in. There was a new hush in the audience and even a little...
[A peek into the future as post first-fuck training commences and Lilly warns onlookers] Early afternoon, before milking, I just waited, laid out on the loading dock in the sun trying to do something about my glaring white skin. I wanted to look dark like Lilly if I was going to have to bare my entire body and soul all summer. I wanted to look natural instead of like a beacon. I lay there and played with my long penis as the sun shown down and it was very happy standing proudly on its own...
I left through the double doors onto the loading dock and behind me I felt a separation like a strange vacuum passing by, a kind of tear in the presence. The door was hard to open as if there was a force fighting me but I knew I could never return to them regardless of my will. I was completely sure things in other realms just don’t work like that. They were gone. I was moving on in time, my time shared with humanity, time that never stops. I was holding back tears far too afraid to actually...
Now, suddenly, I REALLY should have been ready to call my parents. Regardless of any titillating aspects of Lilly I was obviously utterly caught at the Mad Hatter’s sex orgy insanity party. She sat in front of me and shot me with juice from her vagina. Maybe she was Snow White like us kids never heard of. I didn’t know but were all these people nuts? How could I be a willing part of their strange sex. I was just forced to be involved in things so weird I couldn’t fully recount them. But it...
It was Saturday, show time at the Fair. I was very nervous. I hadn’t made love to anybody since Thursday night and that left me edgy and feeling plumb over full with building gizem cache. My balls vacillated tepid to hot like a warning. Oddly I had a sense of backed up plumbing as if the gizem was piling up behind me, beyond my anus forever and during the evening milking on Thursday the four sister nymphs were not very pleased when I told them that there would be “No gizem tonight”. I had...
I returned to the milking parlor donned from head to toe with squeaky yellow rubber gear. I felt like an idiot but wasn’t willing to suffer a complete soaking for the entire duration of milking. The entire new experience of dairy work was a rush of a heavy work, horrible smells, so many cows and odd work mates who were very shy. As I return-descended the stairs a curious glance came from Vern but his look hurriedly turned back to his work. I wasn’t made to feel goofy which I’d given more...
It was a pretty spring day as I sat alone in the bunk house wondering what I should be doing. I’d spent time looking for clothes, anything from my duffel bag which mysteriously disappeared. Somehow I wasn’t surprised given everybody’s strange positive attitude about me being naked. Surely it was a conspiracy, the why of the mystery, strange things I’d been told while really being groped. I was still wondering if this was hazing, joke’s on me. But that was not fantastic enough given what...
Denny and I found an old pair of electric sheep shears and we decided we would shave our heads and make a statement about summer. I had no clothes and shaving my head seemed like a funny idea, ridding more body covering. We convinced ourselves to shed any cooties that might be hiding and let our hair grow back out to curls plus generally feel cleaner and act like crazy teenagers. We each took turns shaving the other’s head. Luckily the shears weren’t too dull. The results were the first bald...
3:01 A.M. Aside from the distant radio all was dead still and dark as if night would forever refuse morning’s light. It was bleak, it was cold, ungodly early and vastly preceding any time I’d ever risen. I didn’t understand why people were getting up out of bed. But the drill seemed somehow so ordinary for them it didn’t leave me too uneasy, just a bit amazed. A tired young mind of broken rem sleep, awakened, is a hard thing to muster alive. Known reasons for refusing the new day are...
[Premise: “Gizem” he called it and I had definition for what was coming out of my penis in volume. Thick and juicy, sometimes running, it fizzled and popped, lots of bubbles. The amazing part was how quickly it evaporated and Lilly had actually tasted it as part of her testing. No, it would take far more schooling before I actually knew how to fuck to fill the need.] Food for the crew was served three times a day, breakfast, dinner and supper. That was the old tradition “on the farm” as my...
... then getting more proficient, as you can see, and it was time for... [ ... Team Training in all the muck and poop!] Evening milking went on routine after I did as I had done the evening before wandering into the parlor to find it empty but with cows entering into open stanchions. I started closing stanchions and dropping food into the feeders, washing teats and preparing to put milk machines on udders. I felt cold all naked without anyone else there and it was chilling like for...
“I don’t know how you managed to survive those frightening ejaculations”, I said, “but you seemed to like it.” “You can be sure I LOVED IT”, said Lilly. “Know that I MUST experience that but next time we have to get it right.” “Get it right?” I thought how strange that sounded. How would one get an event like that “right”. There seemed little if any control. “I’m still quite frightened by the experience”, I added. “The ever increasing output is an astounding thing. It’s actually explosive.”...
(When all sisters were focused on me) The evening milking became my favorite with four nymphs and according sex. It wasn’t that I loved to do any one of them more than Lilly. It was just because I was busy pretty much nonstop, time flew by and I was treated to soothing and loving care by all of them. I was even fucking beautiful much appreciative Branch in the round robin of milking taking my turn with her as well, fucking times four down the line. My penis was very happy. I knew so much...
I took the news from Vern in stride; no, no I didn’t, not at all. I had been used by him for fun with his penis, “Poked”, giving him a rather exuberant orgasm inside me. That fact I would not forget. I only wished I could. After watching them do to Lilly what they were doing in the parlor they talked about fucking. Apparently this was the real thing. They were doing it so passionate, even so rough, scary harsh slapping her. Apparently I was the only one left in the group who didn’t know how...
“Oh my GAWD! ... Lilly!” It wasn’t frightening, exactly, doing it inside Lilly. And it was a thrill like no other. And all the religious had taught me to avoid in hiding the facts of just what fucking meant was anymore all too luxurious to be avoided. My penis inside Lilly was “home”. It now felt so right. I already loved ejaculations so much and it felt like one of the long enduring ones all going into her. It was too luxurious to avoid. But fucking Lilly, WOW! Real fucking. What was the...
That afternoon at milking I was worried Branch would remain upset with me about the experience with the bull during the day. I wasn’t sure about how to approach the subject, was still very embarrassed for being a fool and, I was sure, had lost her respect. I had to bet myself they all knew, were totally aware Betty and I had fucked an amazing amount in the pasture. I was surprised, however, none of my milk mates were acting as if anything was different, as if anything had happened to upset...
The next morning we all got up at the appointed time and Lilly started with her morning greeting only to find my penis was still asleep, wouldn’t wake up. I was surprised too and wondered “What in the world have they done to me”? But maybe it was really no surprise. Even though I was young endurance was sure to become a factor, eventually, and given what had happened to me the evening previous with all their final “adjustments” it was no wonder that my appendage might want a day off. I only...
Continues In The Kitchen Lilly assumed all tasks front and rear, tried to hold me up a bit as the first impulse of orgasm shot out and cleared the heads of the guys who had forgotten to get out of the way. They were so focused on Lois. Denny had moved off a good distance and finally disappeared to go back to work, probably not wanting to be around for the clean up work. This sloppy business was nothing new to him and I’m sure he had no patience for it. The guys split in two directions and...
A strange transition took place that I’d not actually witnessed before, at least nothing like this instance. It was after noon and the four sisters were in the realm and Lilly with her boys, gone, somewhere, across and over, who knows what how. I didn’t know but I was loving this. Things just got more interesting as time went on. I had no idea just how much we’d be doing beside hauling hay with the implied mischief of these four actual gremlins in the field. Bucking bales with supernatural...
“I feel really dumb. I haven’t even asked you your names. I apologize for that. My name is Tom.” The two daughters smiled and laughed. “That’s right. We didn’t ask your name either. We were introduced to you only by wonderful sex at the tattoo parlor, knew that you were a sex slave, livestock, and didn’t even think to find out if you had a name.” They laughed again and the other sister added, “I know one part of you very well now and I think that its name is Peter ... ha ha ha ha...” “NO!...
“PLEASE!!,” I screamed, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH” I reached for Pool’s hand, this time looked up and forced myself to return her eye contact point blank. “I REALLY AM SCARED.” I was being truthful, I continued to cry louder and I figured they could read it for what it was. I was being totally honest, had broken macho’s spell, let fear out of the bag and my erection was dwindling away, me refocusing on tears. “I, I, YII, YYIIII, I-don’t-know; I’m really scared I just don’t think I can do this...
Explanation Regarding Joining Up Infinity With My Nymph Sister Goddesses As noted by Siza when she appears to me suddenly in the neighbor’s house, the young woman who offered to dress my scrapes, cuts and scratches after I got stuck in Mrs. Sutlevich’s basement: Siza reminded me of the opposing medicine cabinet mirrors in my grandparents’ bathroom, the two mirrors mounted on opposite walls almost perfectly align. They reflected images seen viewing one mirror, showing me, my childhood head...
I thought that we were about three quarters or more finished with milking, still just the four milkers and I. There was no sign of Lilly and I’d given up thinking I’d see her. Many worries circled my mind wondering what would happen after milking was finished. I assumed to be left alone, on my own. Maybe the magic creatures would simply disappear. I secretly hoped they would because I needed to talk to Lilly about them. I needed her to tell me I was going to be okay. The sun had gone low...
You are in fact only half way to the end of the story which doesn’t really end but rather follows me along through life, various stories, various places in the world. Sexually inept and falsely claiming virginity, only because I actually didn’t know any better, I got into one after the other predicaments with ladies who seemed to see something of value in a relationship with naive me. I was mentored by other males who saw women pretty much as sex objects and I fought that notion because I...
Some Time Later I woke out of a bad dream with a loud noise, I think of my own making, something about teasing a vicious carnivorous bull terrified me. Lilly was jacking me off just to piss the bull off. I struggled to wake up. I became aware of a presence, a kind of radiance like heat coming from all my surroundings with an essence, a beautiful smell. I didn’t know where I was but remembered I wasn’t at home. Then I remembered them. I was aroused, aware, I was on my back, naked with an...
Silhouetted against the coming sun and wrapped within the distant form of the great mountain approached a person walking up the long slope toward me. I found myself stiffening up, standing my ground while feeling fits of shyness, assuming this was one of the “Sweet And Gentle Folk”. A husky and taller person loomed in front of me for a quiet pause as he stopped walking. “I’m Vern.” Vern introduced himself as the herd moved up the trail, calmly across behind him and toward the loafing shed....
Officially it was Summer. The weather was warmer and the sun was establishing its seasonal realm. The sisters were apparently most in tune with the summer season, at least in my thinking, because they really seemed to revel the condition. Their happiness made my Happy-mess a whole revel- level greater as temperatures climbed in all regards. The sisters knew of no sins on earth; there was no guilt for any past wrong doing. That just didn’t happen for them. Maybe that fact coupled with warmer...
And then I sensed something that I can barely explain; the shock at first was far more than my comprehension. I passed through a strange envelope that was not dimensional. But I felt very safe although it was an utterly unexplainable experience beyond my senses. My usual nymph induced deep sleep took me to some place, a realm with the four of them somewhat attached in a very unusual way. The realm was apparently endless-timeless but I had no sense to measure what it was. This was a concept...
The Dairy Godmother by Throne Artie was crashing at his buddy Joe's apartment. He had been living at his girlfriend Belinda's place, but she had tossed him out the night before. First, she accused him of being too bossy. He didn't have any good defense, mainly because it was true. Then she told him she was tired of his focus on her boobs. She said it was as if she didn't exist, above the neck, for him. Well, those knockers were magnificent, not only humongous, but also so round,...
"Dairy"A femcan story by dmbThe following fictional story is intended only for mature adults. All characters are over 18.He was surprised the job interview was in a wine bar. 'Medical Research Subject' doesn't usually involve meeting in a secluded romantic restaurant, but the miserable job market left Daryl no choice. After several weeks of online questionnaires and background checks, plus medical checks at a clinic, he had been approved for the final phase in the interview for a vague research...
"Dairy"A femcan story by dmbThe following fictional story is intended only for mature adults. All characters are over 18.He was surprised the job interview was in a wine bar. 'Medical Research Subject' doesn't usually involve meeting in a secluded romantic restaurant, but the miserable job market left Daryl no choice. After several weeks of online questionnaires and background checks, plus medical checks at a clinic, he had been approved for the final phase in the interview for a vague research...
Now coming to the matter.. My family is simple middle class contains 4 members.. Me, my sister Divya.. Mom, dad.. They both are private employees.. We don’t have any complaints and problems, happy life.. And I’m studying b.Tech.. 21yrs.. My sis is accountant in bank.. 23yr.. As usual in my house also two bed rooms, one for mom n dad.. Another one for us.. We both r very close to each other.. We share lot of things n personals too.. If i want money.. Asks her.. She would give her bank atm card.....
IncestThe Classes Day Trip to HIS Dairy!It was spring time and the c***dren of Lory's class were supposed to go on a nature day outing.All the class were excited about it and they desired to visit Lory's FATHER'S Dairy.They all remembering the cool exhibit that Lory and her DAD put on earlier in the school year.Ms. Appleton's sudden departure afterward had necessitated her replacement by Mrs. Gunther, but no one blamed that on Lory. p**o files are everywhere, who would of guessed.So Lory's...
235 A Dairy conversion (5) Over breakfast next day with Ann sitting on a cushion, I asked her had she any regrets, to which she shook her head, in return she asked the same of me and all I could do was smile and say, “not so far.” I gave her a list of requirements from her work; fortunately, staff discount would reduce the cost, though none were particularly expensive items anyway. Just as we were closing the door our postman arrived with a parcel this one in good condition, so the package...
234 Holiday surprise trilogy section 4 Now this story is linked to the story a holiday surprise as you will find later in the thing if you can bear to follow it to its final destination, it has been broken into sections to make it less of a tome, (war and peace eat your heart out lol)234 A Dairy conversion (pt4) My wife Ann and I had begun reading from hamster, literotica, etc both together and singularly in the hope of stimulating our flagging sex life after 25 years of a very vanilla...
I know I shouldn't have read her dairy but she wouldn't tell me what she wanted in bed and I just wanted a clue. Well as I read her thoughts and fantasies from the last few years I was a little bit shocked at some of what I read. Like one thing I read was she wondered what it would be like to go down on a woman and to have a woman go down on her. That shocked me cause she was raised catholic and she has always said it should be a man and a woman, not a man and a man. But as I thought about it...
We get to know each other over the Internet. You do not live far away from me and are running with your family with a farm farm shop. Besides the cows and pigs, you also have dairy goats and a small dairy.We are equally appealing.I'm excited and nervous. What will happen today?Over a cup of coffee you take my fears and I suddenly feel uninhibited and ready.We go into the goat pen. It's warm. In a large pen the goats with their k**s. Housed in boxes, two bucks. Phew, as the stink!A box is empty...
The smell of burning pine was thick in the air this summer morning, from the fireplaces last night. Rain had fallen the previous night and the smell of more rain seemed on the horizon. Batgirl had practically moved in with them when they moved near to Silverdale, Wa. Ben had gotten them property on the Indian Reservation nearby. Batman had objected to his charge leaving his city but Batgirl was completely enamored with Ben's cock. Or rather, she was enamored with being impaled on Ben's cock,...