1964 The Dairy of DesireChapter 46 Return to Normalcy
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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 anyone at all. Everyone was doing their job in the usual manner with my erection performing its duties in their vaginas coursing away from rear to rear. Siza had started first doing me again while I did her and it seemed business as usual as she towed me around inserting me into Fern and Pool again and again.
It was all so routine as if the concept of routine was quite ordinary. I was massaging breasts again like normal and noting nothing to make me uncomfortable. It seemed perhaps I should just forget the whole thing and keep ejaculating amazingly better each time, as usual.
[Even before i understood entirely what i was supposed to be doing the sisters were all satisfied, fucked really well]
Each enormous ejaculation was in fact soothing my worries away and I tried to forget it but my well trained conscience was not going to have anything to do with that. Typically, with my long history of morality indoctrination, I wasn’t going to get any peace until I confronted my duty to make an apology.
Reluctantly I pondered how to approach Branch having lost count of orgasms as the milking wore on.
She was busy and I just stood there, right next to her, fucking Fern, afraid to say anything. I thought I was a pest but my silly conscience wasn’t leaving me alone. I looked around the parlor and none of the others were paying any attention to me, not really even Fern who just kept working on her cow as I routinely rocked away in a gentle motion behind her after about three ejaculations, the idling swish, suck and swirl of the milking machine noise a lull.
As I stared at Branch’s compelling bottom, wishing caused me sudden arousal, another ejaculation into Fern. I started remembering Marky, the little kid who lived up the hill a block from my parent’s house, the same kid I’d tortured in my early adolescence for being the loud mouth of the neighborhood. It was interesting how the thrill of ejaculation would foster thoughts of Marky but I didn’t ponder the why of that fact further.
I had to walk up to Marky’s house to confront his parents with my apology for my heinous acts. The act of standing up in front of them was a long preparation in courage and mortal embarrassment that was, I was sure at the time, greater than life threatening.
I felt the same pangs at that very moment as I looked up at Branch’s face from the side. I stood there frozen for longer than I was aware, stuck in my immobility and finally Fern bucked me a jolt for not keeping cadence while ejaculating, energizing the action in her. I was embarrassed to get back to work on her and embarrassed to stay close beside Branch. What a dumb situation. Panic began to wander up and down my spine as I stood there in what seemed like increasing cold and time. I couldn’t remember an ejaculation before that was such a bummer.
“HEY! Fuck me right or get off!” demanded Fern, which jolted me back to the present. Fern never was very patient. “You’re wasting my time,” she barked. “Come on - Fuck me like you mean it!” “OH, SO-O-O-O-R-RY FERN!”
Branch’s eyes looked at me with a look letting me know that she already knew what I was thinking. She didn’t smile but rather just locked me directly in her eyes. My thoughts became verbal without any choice on my part. “You’re so beautiful.” I almost choked after the last word came out. “Oh, GAWD,” ... the panic grabbed me by the throat, “I’M SORRY.”
Fern turned her head and looked at me with a bit of disbelief, a kind of “What the fuck!?” look. I was focused on Branch and Fern started speeding up our intercourse I assumed just because I wasn’t paying correct attention to her. I was trying to remain seriously earnest with Branch as Fern revved up out coitus and I raced on toward another orgasm which caused my brain to be starved. Confusion was taking over.
Haltingly, jerking with increased fucking cadence I said “I’m sorry,” and with each stroke. “I feel so ... stupid and ... you must not ... have any respect ... for me any ... more at all. I’ll do anything ... to retrieve your love ... and respect.”
There, I’d said the words that burned a hole through me. Beat face red I hurriedly turned my attention to get back to fucking Fern just as she stepped away and my penis fell out. The next big ejaculation was free to splat against the concrete ahead. The shock of that made me jump to my senses. She had probably left in disgust for being ignored. I stood there, drippy penis finally expelling a last big giant orgasm blob like shame. I felt utterly foolish as it drew attention that I’d both failed Fern and Branch successfully.
Branch’s widening smile through a resulting coat of gizem declared her response tickled about my little boy confession of sorrow. She reached out and grabbed my penis firmly to stop me short and pulled me to her. I sidled sideways almost tripping, sliding in slime.
“You are too much,” she said. “You don’t have to apologize because I already let you know how I felt about your acts. And you’re young. Don’t be so hard on yourself. I think you’ve suffered enough already. Don’t you remember how I had sex with you? Do you think I would have fucked someone I didn’t like?”
“I thought that you were just testing it to see if it still worked.” That really tickled her and she put her hand to her mouth to stop from making too much noise as she laughed. All four of the nymphs started laughing, sharing what they felt was really funny but I felt wonderful to have made Branch laugh that hard and it completely surprised me. Even Fern was also cracking up at my suggestion. They all laughed hard, on and on. I was really embarrassed, head down, but then felt thrilled everyone was apparently still in love with me.
Branch reached out and took my hand. I just kept looking down and was fighting back tears, dumb macho-not. Then she surprised me by pulling me down toward her as she pushed back from her milking and beckoned me to get close. My eyes got wide as I followed her command. She steered my chin towards her mouth and commenced to kiss me passionately. I thought at that moment I may have been forgiven.
“My, you are a dirty boy,” Branch said. “What?,” I answered not knowing what she meant. “You are filthy. Come here close and I’m going to take care of you.” Branch soaped me up and gently washed me very, very thoroughly. I felt like I’d been treated to heaven by the queen. Then she went back to finishing her cow and prompted me to get behind her and help her finish milking with my penis at work. I loved that, my favorite kind of fucking. It was like fucking the queen.
I was one lucky mortal kid, forgiven -- respect regained and currently ejaculating into the most gorgeous goddess imaginable, which of course the entire crew enjoyed vicariously because it was extra luxurious.
[Getting washed... ]
THE MOVE
It seemed that the farmer’s wife was scheming. Aside from her love of probing my private places she wanted to apparently have me closer at hand perhaps to seduce on a regular basis and not get caught because her husband was away.
I wasn’t really opposed to letting her fuck me, doing it plenty. I thought it might be about the right time and I was pretty sure I could take care of six females vs. merely five (not counting Betty and the horse ranch owner) but I worried just a bit perhaps I should ask permission from the sisters. And yet it was compelling to think about fucking her on a nice bed in the privacy of a room. It gave me a crazy erection.
She used the excuse that she wanted Denny and I to have a better bed to sleep in, to try to create a convincing need for him to move out of his camper and into the family’s home. I knew she had the hots for me, at least we’d played around in the kitchen often enough, and I didn’t think she was just teasing me with no ultimate goal. She did repeat time and again she was going to fuck me. But now it seemed she was perhaps after both of our young male bodies. She wanted both he and I to move into her house, together. I pondered some pretty hot three way sex.
Denny was living in the camper on the back of his GMC pickup truck while he worked for the farm. He spent a few nights at this dad’s place in the nearby small town but mostly he used the camper and he seemed to prefer that arrangement.
Denny’s father, the local town doctor, may have had some influence in the decision to move him into the farm house because he was treating the old man’s heart condition and he had a lot of direct influence on the family. The chance to also get me out of the bunk house seemed opportune, if that was her goal, and she worked on a plan to get both of us spending our nights closer within the boss’s own realm.
I found it mystifying. I was considered livestock and now she wanted me to be close-by sleeping in the house. I didn’t notice any other animals living in their abode. Perhaps the breeding part of my status was supposed to be fulfilled on and in her. That was a pretty good assumption.
No sooner was I getting used to my strange breeder status when this new issue came up to add more complexity to my situation. I was the breeder of many, potential breeder of many more and I was feeling pretty confident I was going to be fucking her too, by her own design.
I figured maybe her wish was to get me away from the nymphs and Lilly.
I didn’t know why other than the fact she more than obviously knew the sisters and I were enjoying great sex, even while milking cows, even while doing a lot of various things, at every opportunity. She was the only one in the family, thus far, who really seemed to care one way or the other and she was getting left out. She constantly watched me fucking the sisters around in various way, various places, in front of strangers.
Siza had made a point to luridly display our milk parlor antics while nearly pushing ourselves on her the evening she told us about the old man’s heart attack. And after that I never heard another word mentioned about the sex play other than her enjoyment of Lilly’s antics in the kitchen at breakfast, lunch (dinner) and supper.
She loved to talk dirty and grope me. But no point was ever made until currently concerning moving into the house after all those meals and meetings we’d had with her. This was a surprise.
I didn’t want to move out of the bunk house for obvious reasons. I didn’t know if I could stand being away from our all night loving with my closest friends. What an unbelievable situation, so recently a virgin, now a full time fucker, suddenly being manipulated by the dairy owner’s wife who wanted to have sex with me too. And yet my heart went out to her for her plight.
Denny and I were buddies. We got along great. I loved his sense of humor and his very laid back attitude. It seemed he didn’t get upset about much of anything and his ready smile was totally contagious. He was a top hand and I was akin to mechanical work. So having to board in a room with him didn’t seem so bad but I was dearly going to miss my nymphs at night although I figured I could still manage to spend plenty of time with them to keep up my obligations.
I could even sneak out and hang with them for a while and then come back. Maybe they’d go for letting me introduce Denny to the magic of their fucking. Maybe they would come to the house in the middle of the night and fuck both of us. Now that would be really something, although Siza was quite noisy when we had sex.
When I told the nymphs how the farmer’s wife was making me move into the farm house with Denny there seemed some concern. “I sense she is up to something” was my reply. I didn’t know anything for sure but I told them that we would find out soon enough. I wondered why the sisters weren’t simply tuning into her head for exploration, to find out what she was really up to.
Oh well. I didn’t want to upset the farm cart by making a scene fighting the idea so I said I would just go along with it and see what happened at first. Probably, after some short time, I could simply move back or move back and forth at will. I would only need to spend my nights at the house and although I’d miss some love making in the wee hours maybe it was just as well if it kept the peace. I was life tutored to do as I was told, at least at first and being able to sleep through the night without endless sex seemed to have possible restful advantages.
At the house she had provided us with a two beds, bed spreads and the works. We would have our own bathtub and a sink right in the bedroom. It was an odd arrangement for sure but what the heck. Denny had not had a bath in a while and I acted like I was dying to take one too just for comradery sake although I was pretty clean with my bathers taking care of me each night before milking ended.
I laughed to myself thinking about how the inside of my anus was certainly cleaner than the outside of me given their attention and I did have some smudges here and there on parts of my body they didn’t pay so much attention to. And my penis got soaked so often, and ejaculating, well. Even though my daily duties left me generally covered with all sorts of stuff, including crap, I was sure to be cleaner than Denny, maybe just a bit more beat up looking.
[In the near future I would be taking my look to the next level]
I showed up for supper, as usual, and Denny was coming a little late. There were no sisters present this meal and I sat alone while the wife doted over me. She didn’t mess around too much fondling me and it made me less nervous although she certainly teased me as usual.
I’d become more comfortable with her over time and I knew she loved to do that. I’d also become more accustomed to understanding her German accent English which seemed to become both more and less severe as time went on, perhaps depending on the mood.
I ate and got up from the table. Bernice and the wife both demanded their usual gropy hug. They never got tired of hugging and feeling me up with their silliness. At least I brought them a little joy while they tried to give me an erection which usually worked but I got a little tired of the lubrication.
Bernice never tired of basting my balls with hand applications of butter, slathered. It was a silly ritual and I’d leave the kitchen smelling like fresh baked muffins. She seemed so glad to have shared her “Good Nights” with Mr. Penis And Crew. I told her eventually I was going to ejaculate all over her but she just laughed hysterically. “I’m serious!,” I laughed.
I went into the bedroom via the garage entrance and I took my bath first to wash and soak off the butter. I got out of the tub in short order without using much hot water for Denny’s sake but there was the butter sheen forming on water’s surface.
[Possibly - slightly exaggerated from the norm]
Apparently Denny took new notice of my penis and its length when he arrived in the room. His eyebrows rose in response to the fact that I had quite a bit longer prong. “Is that thing still growing”, he laughed. “You know what it is don’t you?”, I responded. “Yeah, it’s your penis”, he laughed again. “No, I mean you know why it gets bigger.” “Yeah, it’s because they are messing with you.” “Yup, that’s right.” I found his understanding a surprise and I was pleased not to have to keep secrets from him.
I was just out of the bath when Denny arrived in the room and I hadn’t dried off yet. Suddenly the door opened and without hesitation in walked the farmer’s wife.
She was overtly friendly and wanted to know if we needed any help with our baths. I told her as I stood there, “I just got out,” dangling, surprised at the offer, still dripping. I was on my way to the bed for a towel. Of course her eyes focused on my crotch, nothing new there. Maybe she noticed how the butter was washed off my balls.
After I’d stopped momentarily I started squeezing by her as she stood in my way. She used her hands on me to step by and cleverly touched almost everything using my penis for support, her grip something that caught Denny’s attention. I was used to her fondling but she wasn’t being jovial about it this time. I wanted in the worst way to grope her back. I just sighed and gave her a dutiful hug but with a warm wet kiss on her neck. I think that gave Denny quite a lot to think about as she groped me up and down but her focus tended to be on him as she kept glancing, finally moving that way.
I wasn’t really in the mood and I didn’t have an erection. I was tired and wanted to go to sleep not needing a tent pole to hold up the blankets.
The perplexing situation with my status as livestock nagged at me as to why I should be sleeping in a shared room at the house. But I needed to simply go to sleep, leave all problems out of my dreams and clean sheets were such a luxury looked forward to.
[Eventually the wife and I would engage so much, much more]
As I sat on my bed I pondered slipping under the covers when she suddenly acted like she’d forgotten something and left the room. She was certainly acting strange and overly anxious, not so silly but rather nervous and very serious.
I shrugged my shoulders as Denny was finally dropping into the tub, he feeling safe with her gone, and I hoped there was enough hot water for him before it turned cold.
He’d reacted surprised to see the butter left on the water, looked at me queryingly but was cut short when the wife suddenly returned through the door again with a burst and a bar of soap. She spotted Denny in the tub.
She acted as if she’d just been given a great opportunity. Unfortunately there wasn’t really enough water in the tub to do a good job of helping to hide anything on Denny’s body and I’d not made the water dirty or soapy enough to help with his privacy issues while he tried to hide below its surface, hands covering his privates.
She went directly to the tub not bothering to acknowledge me, got down on her knees and took his modesty wash cloth away from him so he couldn’t cover his crotch. She used that to commence washing him in earnest. He was as nervous as a goosed cat while she pushed his shoulders to lean back as far as possible giving her better access to his crotch.
She slowly and methodically washed him all over continuing to remove his hands to wash his privates, lingering with his penis, close smiling in his face as if he was supposed to be thankful. He didn’t say anything but moaned. I could tell by the look on his face just how shocked he was to have her fondling him. I figured it was probably some kind of German tradition or she was horny to do him. She was so earnest in her technique, not allowing herself to be hurried whatsoever, and she spent a lot of time between his legs as she stared into his shy eyes and talked nothing, just conversational babble, caressing his face with a free hand, kissing his forehead. I swear he had to have a rock hard-on.
I chuckled to myself wondering what the son would think of this. Her treatment of him actually gave me a hard on.
She was well acquainted with groping me at length so it was no surprise she’d find Denny an interesting new subject. But Denny was obviously freaked out by this experience and I think he was almost ready to bolt out of the tub on the run. Her busy hands were so thorough he didn’t have a chance to get away and he subjected himself to her higher authority without saying a word, older person and all. I was wondering if she would actually fuck him if he really got aroused and fell for her.
I was dying to know that. I was almost laughing out loud. I tried very hard to hold it, put my head under the covers. Denny kept trying to cover himself and she was intent on getting him squeaky clean pulling on his penis. I was just loving this, so funny. But suddenly my penis reacted and made a little gizem so I pushed the covers back to keep them clean exposing my tent pole.
They were both faced - backs to me, she straddling the tub more closely to reach Denny all over. She was bare foot and had her dress hiked up closer to her waist. I noted those large feet, big for a woman but assumed perhaps she was a farm girl and I knew from my dad’s European trip photos, taken just after the 2nd world war, how farm labor women in those days worked bare foot in the fields during the summer months and in fact, did, strangely, have unusually big feet.
I noted her intently focused work. With a rather emotional air she seemed to be impassioned as she bent over. Her long blond hair fell forward and I was alarmed to note she had a deformed ear as the hair cascaded away from the side of her head. She appeared to have a disfigured ear and I worried she had been injured or suffered some weird childhood defect. When she sat back up her hair fell back into place and she seemed to instinctively know I was watching her. She turned her head almost in a concerned glance. I think she noticed me holding on to an erect penis as well; it apparently enjoying the show.
At that she started to get up, to change positions and Denny dashed out of the tub to grab a towel. She didn’t seem surprised by his response and turned toward me to ask if there was anything, “anything - at all” I needed. I looked at her kind of wanton maybe hoping for the same look from her as I gripped my penis and dropped my eye to focus on it hoping she might take a hint. But she just stood there for the longest time waiting for something.
It wasn’t fair of me to tease her. But I pulled slowly on my nice boner and made like an offer for her to get in bed with me. I think she considered it and then backed off and changed her mind for the moment. Just as well. I sighed disappointment hoping she might have decided to sit down nicely on my erection to let it slide in.
She smirked at me but If we got caught messing with the farmer’s wife while staying in the house ... Oh my GAWD. On second thought I was not going to try to find out. Well, maybe, who knows.
It was then I noticed the nature of her eyes, so black, deep and mysterious. I focused on them and we just stared at one another for what might seem too long. My eyes fell away and left me kind of embarrassed for doing that.
She sat down next to me, touching close, started to talk about vague topics and things of no interest to me, almost as if she was just finding excuses to hang around and tease me. But she was quite beautiful and of course I didn’t find her un-compelling in a sexual sort of way. I had considered making love to her in the past with all her teasing attention and the thought of having sex with her was very attractive. The situation just continued to make my penis stand alert. I hoped she might understand my want because I already was breathing heavy.
We looked at each other; again, my eyes fell to stare at my erection hoping that hers would follow. She moved closer and I found myself smiling for her, pondering my lust. Her response was a wink. I certainly knew she was interested in me much more than just a motherly way. I pondered whether she would actually be willing to have three way sex with Denny and I. I’d even pushed the covers back more, scooted closer, touching, let go of my erection and stretched back to expose myself. How silly of me to think that thought. It was almost like I was given an impulse out of nowhere to do that without caring how Denny might be watching.
She placed her hand high on my thigh and my penis jerked slightly in her direction as some gizem ran. She didn’t move her grip momentarily, then moved it down my leg slowly to reach my knee and then slowly again back to gently fondle my balls and penis. More gizem came as I watched her hand intently. I watched her gaze, stretched and moaned, loved her feel. I could tell she was dreaming about something, almost like hoping for more action. Then, as I began to wish, thinking I wanted her to hold my penis more she did, gripped it more intensely. I got a bigger erection instantly, reached, gripped her warmly, breasts, and she let go of me. I winked back at her and began to run my hand up to her thigh. She felt dreamy.
Denny was taking this all in as I noted how warm her grip was and I was compelled naturally to hold her. It was amazingly hard not to fondle her with both hands. I wanted to pull her down to me and hug her close. The attraction that I’d already felt became overwhelmingly strong. It pulled a moan out of me. I reached for the hand previously holding my penis and placed it back on my re-erected appendage but she moved her hand away again after caressing it for just a moment. I felt she was very nervous about something. If Denny had not been in the room watching us I don’t know how I could have avoided just grabbing her and loving her ravenously. I certainly was well trained to do just that.
She looked at my eyes intently, seriously, not in a teasing way and finally, after just sitting there for what seemed like too long, she said good night and left us alone. She re-grasped my penis and slowly let it go as she stood up to leave. She acted so nonchalant about that, it almost seemed like it didn’t happen, but my penis knew as I noticed how focused Denny was on all of it.
[And later our relationship would become something entirely different]
She closed the door as she left and we twittered and snorted trying to hold back our laughter releasing all the fear we had for her advances. I knew Denny knew how much love making I was getting at the bunk house and I was frankly kind of surprised he was so shy to be advanced on by a beautiful woman. But I left that idea alone thinking how just like me he was afraid to get involved with the owner’s wife for fear of what might happen to him if caught.
I told him I vowed to get out of sleeping at the house because I saw no good coming from staying under her roof. I just sensed it would eventually end in disaster. I told him I really wanted to fuck her bad, didn’t know if I could resist. My erection signaled the proof of that danger by getting aroused just being close to her. “She would have sex with us at the drop of a hat”, I said. “Well it probably doesn’t help you are naked with a stiffie all the time,” Denny said laughing. “Maybe the breeding stock you are expected to be is for her sake.” I gave him a funny look. “Yeah, right,” and at that I had to give it a second thought. “Hmmm.”
I studied the gizem coming from me while the wife was stroking my erection and the question of whether or not I should fuck her wouldn’t leave me alone. How strange and how glad I was Denny seemed to be able to accept me, still, as a friend after having to watch the wife and I messing with each other on my bed, me ejaculating and all.
“Did you get a hard on too when she was washing you,” I asked? I was laughing as I viewed the water he’d used in the tub and it was now just black from his dirt. “NO! I did NOT get a hard on. I was trying to get away from her,” he said. “Well, maybe just a little. Actually she kept messing with my butt hole for some reason.” “EEEEeeuuuww,” I laughed. “She was trying to stick her hand up your ass like they do to me!” “OH GAWD!, he groaned.
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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...
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...
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...
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,...