1964 The Dairy of DesireChapter 46 Return to Normalcy
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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 was raised by women without the influence of a father. But the California surfer hounds made it possible for my shy nature to meet and greet girls in a sexy venue in Europe, seems quite romantic. Yet the love of my life I met on my own as she stood on the sidewalk in front of the main train station in Munich. Oddly she also was from the beaches of California.
Once I’d met a person of the opposite sex my low self worth usually committed me to believing they had no more interest and yet they would end up coming after me with desire. I easily did not know what to do with desire at least until I’d approached nearly forty years of age and then I unwittingly got myself involved with a weird religious cult desiring to make me some sort of strange deity with a big enlarged penis.
Correct, my writing is full of errors but it’s imaginative if you’ll allow for that. All I really care about is the creativity, actually.
Stories, mostly true, other than the lavish sex that is, I could quite easily die before I finish writing most of anything at this late stage in life. Cheers!
What could be more compelling?
[The GOOD MORNING kiss]
I’d grown up through the world experience, or perhaps inexperience, of 13 years of private schooling in a sheltered deeply religious realm. I’d only experienced public school once. And “Public School” was for non “Chosen” people when it comes to the scale of comparative religions; so they told us. I was forced to attend one summer because of my poor grades in public speaking class. The teacher seemed to take a disliking to me and gave me a rotten grade. His name was Maurice and I didn’t like...
As usual the alarm radio spit and hissed at 3:00 A.M. and I woke with dreams of the previous night’s wonders, building-unending terror replaced by unending sex focused throughout middle me. I was arms surrounded with one of my new friends, her warm bottom tucked into me as I felt aglow with the pleasant extra softness entwined, my perpetual erection snugly slipped stiff inside her. It was simply heavenly warm. I thought initially the previous night had been merely a wet dream but now...
It re-hit me, but more than normal, the reality of my situation looking for sensible explanations. As I walked with the crew out to call in the cows at 3 A.M. I knew I was probably doing something not shared by any other human on Planet Earth and maybe for very good and even more yet to be seen reasons. I had to wonder about the long term results of my amazing ejaculations, what, in time, it might do to my body. They promised I wouldn’t be hurt but what did they have to lose? I was mortal....
The task at hand: I had no identity on me, had no pockets to carry anything. The only ID I had was on my head, the tattoo I’d received as livestock from the dairy before the breeder competition at the county fair. The ID number years later was of no use anymore. I tell people I am a “God of Nature”, hoping the livestock aura which used to follow me around still exists giving people the notion I’m okay aroused and naked because I am just livestock. But I’m now always leery of the future, time...
I was told the old man wouldn’t be coming to the parlor for night milking and I was greatly relieved. I still didn’t know exactly what all was expected of me other than ejaculating, according to Lilly. But I’d had plenty of day time to consider the act of cow washing and ejaculating was just automatic like and enjoyable. I was used to just letting it happen, the seizures were captivating but I was ready to focus on my other duties too. I didn’t want the old man watching me work in the nude...
For days after the dehorning the heifers with their blackened cotton swabs were scratching and banging their heads on any post or obstruction that would allow them to try to alleviate itch and pain. It recreated in my mind the whole awful torturous affair. I also remembered how, as a kid, I’d witnessed the castration of calves at a branding work party in Montana where I went to stay with my aunt and uncle. I remembered how I’d tried to help herd the calves, the naive city kid walking in...
[Very much alone and vulnerable, confused, frightened, utter chaos] Milking was over. I now had terrible doubts, totally forsaken. The son had left. I was to go to breakfast and I hoped to somehow get some clothes, plan my getaway, run away regardless but there was little relief from new fear. Did I really think they were going to give me my clothes back? I had been on the verge of liking being “Naked Guy”, even “livestock” accordingly, but now this. I was so betrayed. No wonder they...
An early concept of Dairy Of Desire. The ride we took together in his truck was his monologue and I was too scared to say anything at first. He didn’t seem the least bit concerned about me sitting right next to him naked with a totally embarrassing active penis almost pointing at the ceiling. It was as if everything was planned this way ahead of time in the parlor. It was, had to have been and I was amazed how he handled what had just happened with some sense of humor. I frantically acted,...
Each night the bunk house felt more rejecting, colder, and even though the summer’s influence was warming up I got colder and sadder, lonelier. Gail and Linda didn’t show up anymore. I experienced a strange realization I wouldn’t see anybody. I wished I knew how to get in touch with Betty but I had no idea, didn’t even know for sure which direction their dairy was from the farm. I seemed to be forced into a kind of required solitude, not something I wasn’t already used to from my youth but...
CHURCH Because my father had apparently made it a point in choosing my demise as a dairy worker insisting the dairy owners be members of his annoying religious obsession, it was promised I would be “taken in tow” so I could attend church services on Sundays. I wasn’t thrilled but there was an opportunity to also get to stop by a little grocery while in town. I definitely loved the idea of a chance to spend a few dollars to buy some junk food and candy, the vital sugar-sustain of any city kid...
Haying Haying season was getting close, the driest part of the year in the maritime climate. Being on the west (wet) side of the mountain range gave only a short opportunity to do jobs requiring rainless conditions. People in eastern part of the state would say all they got in the high desert skies were “empties”, referring to the puffs that came over the mountain range already having lost almost all their moisture in the storms of the rain forests west. Places in the high eastern desert...
The full moon was glorious. It lit up The Mountain for our eyes to enjoy as we headed west to the dairy. I sat in the back seat of one car and three ladies took turns sitting on my penis for a wonderful yet bumpy ride. We passed the owner’s house which was all dark and turned in at the gravel drive in front of the bunk house. I opened the gate to the lane and told everybody to park on the far end of the concrete to get away from the highway, to turn off their headlights as soon as possible....
We were careful not to alert the temp-hired truck driver who left with a load of milk for the bottling plant around noon every day. All was kept quiet until after his return in two hours. But it was at that point that I realized yet another new thing about nymph special powers. A surprise, the temporary truck driver showed up early one morning while we were still milking. Imagine his shock when he walked toward milk house entrance and found Loon and I entranced on the loading dock. He caught...
The weather was changing, typical almost tropical damp mists of June Gloom, warm but often not sunny until late afternoon or evening. I was going to be spending time watching those temporary fences, the battery powered electric charged wire to hold wild heifers along with a big mean bull on leased grassland. It was at the same site Denny had taught me how to string electric fence wire through the woods, to be on guard watching for shorts in the fencing, hoping the big bull stayed happy in...
(New work crew - new logic) I was told the old man wouldn’t be coming to the night milking because of his health. I still felt some relief in hearing of his absence although I’d had a chance to get to know him a little better. He wasn’t so bad after all and I found I admired him. My first encounter with him scared me terrific. I thought he was completely crazy but then he explained some things to me frankly were fantastic and yet I believed him. But it would feel odd to have to work with...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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