1964 The Dairy of DesireChapter 46 Return to Normalcy
- 3 years ago
- 8
- 0
1964 - The Dairy Of DesireChapter 42: Introducing Lois free porn video
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 and it didn’t dawn on me right away he was talking about me. I was in a hurry to get started “cleaning” with Lilly, anticipating the once hated enema, her hose up my butt, so out of this world and magical.
He went on about how I’d encountered several women from the local community by chance and had received “a very positive response”. That caught my attention and I chuckled to myself about his use of polite language so I stopped short and continued to listen to them while staying out of sight, enjoying myself behind the tank truck, idly keeping myself primed for Lilly.
The son’s remarks were a funny way of saying I’d fucked a group of local highly principled moral ladies right in the open on street’s edge in front of church just before mass let out on Sunday. We’d all heard later they were looking for me and in their own close knit quiet way wanted more. Of course the nymph’s influence had an awful lot to do with their mental state but that was beside the point presently. At least that’s what I wanted to think and mostly I just wanted to fuck them all again if I could; my fuck friend human girls were great fun.
As days passed and word got out about my exploits with different “new female friends and clients” there were more instances of chance encounters plus evidence people were looking for me. More and more there were rumors in the local mill. Curiosity seekers would either arrive on the highway at the dairy looking around or perchance confront me when the son would haul me around in the back of the flat bed or pickup truck. I’d even been stopped more than once on the trail to the house by groups of girls wanting to look at me and usually I’d take off running to avoid getting in trouble with farmer’s daughters. At any rate the curious prospects weren’t Betty, Linda or Gail but the wealthy horse ranch owner Lilly and I demonstrated for showed up nights at the bunk house on schedule to do us all.
I’d been fondled, handled, measured and in a few cases fucked by possible prospects needing servicing although the son had yet to charge for the call as long as he got to watch. If he had to explain his presence while we fucked it was all about liability and his investment to protect, a standard practice at all breeders facilities. So as of yet I was free to use if you could catch me, convince me, or contact the son for an appointment, that is after it was discovered I could talk. After all, I was simply just safe to fuck livestock with two legs instead of four. It wasn’t like I was competing with any human males.
The extension agent commented on how my reputation as breeding stock was traveling fast. It seemed as though both the son and the agent made no differentiation between breeding four legged livestock and two legged sires. He said people wanted to find out more about me, my abilities. I found all that to be pretty strange. I couldn’t imagine just how a dirty naked guy like me, for instance, would fit into the animal competition at the coming county fair or why a bunch of quite conservative farming folks would be so interested in how my penis works.
There was a strange mystique that had developed and there had to be some unearthly influence guiding community people’s minds. They were all programmed to assume four legged beasts fucking because their livelihood depended on it but I was a human guy with an enormous penis that was being put to use in local women. My penis was as big as large livestock, maybe bigger, but it was magic when I used it because no woman ever complained about the size. It was a fits-all. It was addictive, creamy smooth and soft plus the gizem produced seemed a compelling opiate, aside from its food value.
But how in the world was it possible it was just okay that I was fucking them. The oddest situation arose when a farmer would schedule servicing using one our bulls with a couple of his heifers and the wife would come along and have me do her right along side the bull. We’d share a stall and the son would just throw in my fuck for free which made the farmer happy. Was it simply because they knew I was safe?
My parochial background was being put to the test and I had to assume my former world was just very narrow in scope. Maybe life in the city was just that much different than here on a dairy farm. Maybe farm folks were actually more enlightened than city folks about making love or should I say just fucking? How would I know with no prior experience?
[Lilly routinely took me to town to hone my sales skills in convincing possible clients to use me on the spot, it was compelling it seems]
It was alluring to hear people might think I was awesome. Me, naked guy with a young ego, penis hanging out all the time swinging in public and considered cool? That really did massage my young male-ness, sort of, quite oddly, intrepid and yes, totally naughty which added the spice. There were no other guys like me out there running around naked, branded and stuff. At least that’s what they told me.
Betty, Gail and Linda were so much fun. Because of them I knew I liked to fuck humans. Could there possibly be loads of others out there who wanted to join our league as good friend fuck pals on a regular basis? The women, most of them married, who were serviced at the dairy in the company of the son, acted as though I was something necessary and there was never any mention of doing the same with their husbands.
It was just different with my doing them. What was there that could possibly sway people to think I was not some nasty visage of immoral sexual desire. Instead it seemed people thought I was a dairy animal on two legs that women desired because I was a great safe fuck outside of the enormous gizem output. And perhaps the thought of that element of danger was alluring because it was negotiable unlike sexually transmitted diseases caught somewhat by accident.
But how could mine be construed as desirable, or sane? I did look like a human counterpart. I actually was human. But nobody gave any thought, ever, to being forced to marry a farm animal. That had to be part of the allure of safety. They could just safely fuck me and then leave me behind and then return when they felt like it, just come to my stall in the barn and do me, thank you very much, see you next time. It was still confusing.
It seemed the concept of enormous amounts of warm active gizem was really compelling for sex partners. I knew that once Betty, Linda and Gail experienced it they had become enormously changed and desirous. I kind of wished I could experience that but of course I couldn’t. I was plumbed wrong and I was sure that having my anus invaded was nothing of the same. All I knew was it was something addictive they couldn’t get enough of. I wondered if the sister’s fists up inside my anus posed any similarities to my penis inside a vagina; but again - no way. The answer was certainly “NO”. But how could the good and moral citizens condone me, a naked human type clone with an obviously over sized penis who was apparently instantly-easily aroused, kind of like a bull?
I was pulled in two directions, wanting to hide from society, a safeguard for my low self esteem introvert psyche and yet wanting very badly to know more about what was going on with this apparent sea change of attitudes.
I was a most unusual safe fuck, yes, “safe” fuck and who else was like that? If you fucked me you didn’t have to marry me so no commitments, free of obligation, just fuck me and leave. Nobody worried about me as a person because I was livestock maybe like a pet. So, oddly, if a woman chose to fuck me even her husband understood that. I was just for fun and not competition of any kind. Plus once we’d shared my penis and gizem the woman wanted more and more, the son could sign them up for more appointments. So I was just a toy so to speak.
If they could make lots more of me I’d be under the Christmas tree. Toys don’t get people pregnant. It was so odd and yet somehow made sense. The son was thrilled for so many reasons. He could make money with a farm sire service, watch women that he had known for years get fucked and I’m sure try to get some for himself on the side for favors. He was such a jerk.
And talk about being pulled. I knew two things for sure. I was constantly being pulled around by my penis as if it was simply a handy lead for anybody to use and something big was afoot.
The agent said he’d consulted with some state level fair administrators and there was a lot of interest in creating a new class of breeding stock for show purposes. The son would probably do well to show his prize stock soon. If he did great at the local early fairs that would be a good indication of how well he would do at the later large state fairs and possibly in traveling with his stock to other shows in the east. The agent seemed pretty excited at the prospects. This new breeding stock was so unique and could demand huge service charges if the word got out.
I wanted to put this all out of my mind because I didn’t want to deal with any more stress than we already had with the old man sick and being short handed. It seemed to me that if they were interested in promoting my servicing human females it might be construed as prostitution. How was that legal? Four legged farm animals and human females were not supposed to share sex either. But the whole idea of my enslavement as their livestock was just plain strange and I really only wanted to fuck the sisters and not anyone else in particular. If I was just left to do that I’d never complain about the branding I had to endure or the tattoo either. And on top of that I wouldn’t complain about putting up with the son’s crap. I had come to love fucking the sisters and human girl friends that much.
Sure, Betty and Gail and Linda were all great and I wanted to spend more time with them but all totaled that would make nine females to play with and just how many can one guy, er bull, do?
I had no interest in huge amounts of money either. All I was being promised was slavery, almost no pay, just more fucking, great cooking and I wanted to fuck Lilly at this very moment. My penis was left idle.
Lilly and I had a great session of cleaning the milk house. She came by to stop and talk to the two men as I hid. She pointed toward the milk house as a gesture while she casually removed her top and pants. Normally she always rid herself of clothes before arriving in the milk house and as always we instantly began playing house with each other. But she was explaining something to the two guys who were obviously more than surprised by her actions. The agent couldn’t take his eyes of her while perusing up and down and Lilly rubbed her crotch as she saluted them goodbye turning to come toward where I was hiding. The two men remained silent and just watched her from behind as she walked away and I’m sure enjoyed the view as much as I always did. She tossed her clothes on the fender of the truck and came around to where I was crouched down smiling with my hand over my mouth.
[Who in the world wouldn’t want to watch Lilly from behind?]
Lilly giggled softly as she pushed me to stand up immediately grabbing my penis for her lead to turn me around and we headed into the milk house. There were no words. We understood each other.
As a milk house cleaner my role was a wild breeding livestock and she was a cruel animal trainer. I pretended I was dangerous and unpredictable with a terrifying prong that stuck out and shot goo at her. She kept me at bay with the hose running nice warm water. When she hit me with the water I pretended it was deadly and I’d fall to the floor so that she could abuse me. Sometimes she whacked me with the hose just a little hard for a while but I knew it was just her tendency to like some light torture sex. I’d wrestle her legs, pull her down and try to get my face buried in her crotch, soft biting a little, tongue inserted. I’d tell her to behave unless she wanted me to eat her as I’d stab deep with a long tongue probe.
Whatever turned her on was soon going to give me benefit of crazy fucking so I didn’t complain about rough sex. My penis got so hard that it twitched into her.
She loved to also use the hose in me as I lay on the floor, whacking and doing what she knew I disliked from my childhood, inserting it up my butt, sliding it in and letting it run so she could make my penis do the advanced and overly dramatic wild stunts as she sat on my erection with her back to me. It became standard practice so she could guide the hose between my legs as she made my penis do trick inside her. Then, fingers in, ala water pressure, she ruled me on my knees and I didn’t object unless it really hurt. Mostly she’d stick her hand in my anus as far as it would go. I could tell because it was beyond strange as if I could feel it in my throat. I’d play like I was in agony, a little screaming, which I wondered about with the two guys within ear shot outside.
I’d writhe and slither on the floor pushing my butt up in the air for her easy reach. She’d stoke me like a wood stove, her fingers in and out for a stiff reaction. Hooked by that method, like a fish held through the gills, she’d make me crawl around on my hands and knees begging for her love, be submissive, let her give me crazy boners that did all sorts of squirting weird tricks. My ploy was to try to trick her with an off guard quick ejaculation as she over stimulated me and I’d blast her with the gizem, not a direct shot but just a cover coat sprayed on with love. That was my pay back tease, my best defense against a supernatural crazy fuck goddess.
I had become so masterful with ejaculation control. Not entirely in control but increasingly able to judge the onset and keep it under some control. She seemed to always know when it was going to go off and yet I was known to catch her unaware once in a while and cover her with Happy-mess which made me howl in laughter. “AAAAH!”, she’d jamb her fingers in deeper to get even, cancelling the fun. “Oh OW! Be careful Lilly ... please?”
We loved to tease one another and then fuck like savages while I smeared more gizem all over her so we could slime around crossing the floor like slugs. Covering her from head to toe, gizem blobbed, piled on her face, penis bubbling in her mouth, just turned me on to the extreme and I could lick her off all over, eat her like an ice cream cone melting, lift her crotch to my face and gobble her up with suction. Such a strange once upon a time innocent parochial child livestock I’d become.
Amazing acrobatics, she’d sit on my penis while she played the finger, stretching herself backwards, contorted, to manage my anus. She’d drive herself nuts with the flailing erection inside her as it gyrated with visible evidence on the surface of her stomach. I’d watch the action and place my hand flat to feel the amazing tricks that were going on inside. Sometimes it got so wild it nearly knocked her off the top of me and I just kept ejaculating over and over again making a crazy sea of gizem flowing in her - on her, pumping-gushing out of her, everywhere. It was simply all nuts, crazy.
[Imaged from the early first milk house rules tutored by Lilly]
More mastery over my ejaculations, the control, the rate, and I could cause either an exploding result or just blobs out, very low rate and snotty, even change the viscosity. One of my favorite achievements was getting it to ooze out in streaming globs kind of like toothpaste with various lumps in it. I could vary the pressure and apply the gizem like frosting wherever I aimed it changing the rate, like a cake decorator. And I’d pile it on Lilly in layers back and forth, my penis grease gun, cause her to go crazy with passion, deeper and deeper feeding it directly into her mouth as I knelt over her face, as much as she could stand. We’d scream with glee and laugh ourselves until we choked.
She rolled in it, got it all over, completely immersed which was a thing to see, hair moussed back, so very outrageously arousing as I shot some more to cover us both, as deep as I could pile it with an occasional fuck, vagina quick, jab to shoot her off, spraying straight up in the air and around as we entwined in the slime wrestling. If it was low rate tooth paste consistency it was sticky and would pile up more.
She’d sit back against the ladder rung and I’d stick me in as far as possible, then set the rate of ejaculation to the verge of explosive impulses. And as the ladder held her in place I’d crank up the volume as high as we could stand it hanging on to each other for the ride, yelling. As long as it would sustain the old ladder would creak, groan, shake and so would we. We could possibly keep that up for long minutes at a time, both finally yelling louder as we gave it our all before falling away exhausted.
We had the wildest sex imaginable and it actually got crazier each day passing. I was in heaven with Lilly. I loved wild sex ... the wilder, the deeper, the stickier, the tastier, the better.
As we were sliding around in our heaven of deep core ooze, timeless magic for me, she had me up on my knees with her hand working deep in my anus, sloppy-deeply immersed ejaculating over and over with the hose running in as well. I was almost non-stop aiming at a homemade target on the far wall. The son and agent suddenly walked in, both in an excited state, both trying to maintain their composure as they saw what was going on.
The son was saying something in a nervous tone when he stopped short. They saw us in that amazing rising sea of gizem on the floor, on the walls, masses of snotty gizem pulsating out of my penis like an Artesian spring. The son had stepped right in it. He just stared down for what seemed like many moments with raised eyebrows as he stood almost ankle deep in it before he stepped back. “OH! ... SHIT!” He stepped back further and glanced back at the agent. “Holy FuCK!” I stopped and stared at them and then just started ejaculating again, increased pressure and volume. I was turned away from them with my ass-hole pointed their direction. Lilly remained deep connected beyond her wrist. They got wide eyed becoming aware that her hand disappeared so actively up inside me. To hell with them. I wasn’t interested in what they thought or wanted. I’d let them look at my ass hole. I was busy, that is, cleaning the milk house, furiously making Happy-mess soap, actually, but to snare their fears even more I started moaning-yelling in agony with each twist of her arm.
I winked at Lilly and had thoughts she could read, “Let’s let the ejaculation fly at them to scare them good”. In the midst of them trying to talk Lilly and I rolled, slithered around again so she was on top, hand removed with my huge penis wildly engaged up in her vagina. She was facing them which really caught the agent’s attention looking at her gizem shiny teats. Slopping in all the slippery soapy bubbles, we were engrossed in our coitus nearly submerged. Suddenly she rose up at the perfect ejaculation moment and slid back off my long dong while grabbing it to turn it slightly in their direction like a giant snake striking. She used both hands and a big blast shot out between and just missed them, sizzling as it hit the wall on that side of the room, a thud-smack as it oozed down. They darted two directions yelling, “FUCKING A!! Cut that out!”
The snap pop of bubbles in whizzing by just missed their heads. It was brilliant, beautiful in the sun shine catching the rays coming through the window and the sounds were a crisp sizzle as the bubbles sparkled and popped rainbow colors. I let go of a dozen more blasts and Lilly let it hit the ceiling as they ducked out of the way. It was great. It was a perfect demonstration of supernatural power.
“What’s the matter?”, I said. “I’m just doing my job. And we’re practicing to get it perfected. What do you think of that?”
I acted like I cared what they thought. “Well,...” the son paused for a moment and calmed down as he turned to look at all the gizem draining down the wall. The extension agent whispered to him, “How the hell does he do that anyway?” Maybe -- maybe they realized what they were witnessing. We were the utmost amazing two human like figures slippery snotty deep swimming in my giz they ever dreamed of. “Listen,” the son cleared his throat. He straightened himself up taking on an air of importance. “Get that thing under control will you? I just wanted to tell you something exciting. Good news.”
As they gained their composure, an act that amazed me in light of what was just witnessed, he commenced explaining about the upcoming county fair and how he wanted to enter me in competition as a test to see how we would do. He was positive I was a sure winner. “Jesus! What bull can do what you just did?” “What do I have to do?” I questioned. “Do I have to do this with Lilly like two slugs mating in front of a crowd of people? That’s pretty wild especially with all this gizem. I’m up for that; you Lilly?”
I rolled and up on my knees as Lilly read my thoughts and followed my idea as she grabbed the water hose and began to feed it back into my butt. She turned up the water volume a little before inserting, an act which caused the agent to pause with his mouth open in awe. I groaned and stretched as she pushed it in further and further, and further. The son stopped talking, remained silent and wide eyed, wondering, looked more worried. I looked back up at them both and winked after I groaned in apparent but faked pain. The son got an angry look on his face and continued, regardless, but the agent was in shock at the sight of the pressure starting to leak back out, really squirting out of my butt.
The son poked the agent to get his attention. “Tell them some of the details.”
The agent came alert refocusing away from my ass hole, gathering himself as the hose remained, filling, and Lilly came around in front to slowly back down on my erection. We were changing the scenery to distract them and the agent was becoming more nervous.
“Uh, ... It’s a new class of breeding livestock and right now you are the best of the best. It’s also a popularity type contest and the fair goers get to vote as well as the official judges. Your reputation is spreading fast and there already is a lot of, well, “love” going around regarding what you can do. You are getting famous and you’ve not even been here that long.” The son chimed in. “Frankly we’re pretty amazed at the reaction from the community regarding you getting away with fucking some of the upstanding women right out in front of church. It’s strange but we want to follow this opportunity.”
They both agreed shaking their heads vigorously and then refocusing between my anus and Lilly fucking me. “Are you saying there are more livestock just like me out there?” My question surprised them how I could talk calmly with that hose further up my ass amidst the increasing vigorous fucking going on. “Uuuhhh, I don’t know.” “Well, do Lilly and I have to fuck and do this for the crowd then? Is it important to let the public see this hose up my butt and the resulting wild penis work? I’m in if you are. How about it Lilly? Do you want to fuck me for the world to see?”
I was being so bold and unlike my shy self. I felt really empowered.
They’d ignored what I said about gizem so I goaded them again but not before Lilly had reached back, pulled and pulled, retrieving but faking the hose pulling to make them think that it was far longer than possible. That made the agent stop talking until the long hose finally fell out. Lilly immediately re commenced fucking faster and the resulting ejaculation was a canon charge. But we held on containing the gizem for the most part and the water up my butt fired back and got on their pants.
A loud groan of dismay followed. They now had witnessed orgasm shooting gizem sideways, alarming, but the juice from my butt was far more concerning to them.
After many moments: “I’m sure that’s not necessary, well, I’m not sure, but they’ll want the trainer, you Lilly, to handle a demonstration for the crowd. You’ll have to make him perform like you do for our extension agent here, and others.
Lilly smiled at the agent as she made my penis grow way longer and then twirl around flinging gizem in all directions as they stepped back our of range again. She had wasted no time in coming around me to re insert her arm in my anus as if it fit effortlessly.
“Well, as you can see she knows how to make me perform,” I smiled with a silly grin. “Don’t they service other animals for demonstration sometimes? You know, fuck them?” “I suppose, yeah, they do demonstrate animal service performances usually for a fee.” He tapered off with a distant look probably glossing over with visions of ready cash every time he could make me fuck somebody. It all sounded like an alarmingly easy way to make money as I did all the work.
Lilly noisily pulled her hand out suddenly and a lot of water shot out. It again got on the son’s pants. He jerked back to reality, “G-A-W-D DAMNIT.” He took a deep and slow breath. “But that’s not been talked about regarding this competition. It’s a class so new that it will take time to develop the standards. But for now you have got it made with your physique and your ability to shoot that thing, er, to produce, shoot your penis that is; you know what I mean.” He stammered off to a stop. “Hmmmm ... I’d feel more positive if I could show the judges just how we fuck here in the milk house and they would have to be really impressed with my output. I could ejaculate for the crowd. Lilly could put the hose up my butt. Check this out. Is this gooey or what?”
We wriggled around with a lot of slop-p-ping slapping noise in the deep gizem and I dove down into her waiting crotch, buried my mouth sucking deeply from her vagina. She groaned with pleasure and stretched out really sexy showing her slick body of sheen which grabbed the agent’s attention as I turned around and let the gizem run out of my mouth part way and then slurped it up and swallowed after I’d extended my snake tongue way out. “You really should try this,” I said slurring my words. “It’sth thimply mosstht delithiouth and good for you.”
I bet that the son was remembering back to his youth when he tried but failed to do just that.
“Well, I don’t know about that.” He made the point nervously and annoyed. It was like he was really embarrassed by us in front of the agent but didn’t want to show it. He should have been embarrassed because we were over the top bizarre floating in Lake Gizem at his feet as my penis just continued to keep oozing out rounds of snotty Happy-mess poking its way up out of the pool. “But aside from that,” he continued, “this is very exciting and if Lilly is called on to make you demonstrate your output I’m sure that will work great too.” “Yeah! I like to fuck for crowds!” And at that he gave me a look that was hard to read, maybe many frustration moods at once.
Gigi
- 25.04.2020
- 9
- 0
1964 The Dairy of DesireChapter 29 The Mud Bath
- 2 years ago
- 8
- 0
1964 The Dairy of DesireChapter 43 Introducing Lois Cont
- 2 years ago
- 17
- 0
