1964 The Dairy of DesireChapter 46 Return to Normalcy
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1964 - The Dairy Of DesireChapter 47: Forever Change - The Last Goodbye free porn video
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 me as I was entwined with her performing our continuing nectar/Happy-mess suspension. The pool of excess gizem was cascading down over me from Loon’s vagina and plopping to the ground below. We were like a machine running just above idle, bubbles popping and fizzing, Loon phase, not noticing him at all although I did have my eyes trained on him for a moment, but not letting my lip grip on her nipple go cold.
[Suckin’ and fuckin’]
You can imagine his wonder, he being used to walking into other dairies and seeing their normal boring operations as we were letting loose of copious amounts of gizem. He looked astonished-amazed to say the least, maybe even a bit afraid although we certainly looked to be at peace.
For my part, my parochial school tuned sneakiness was an art form developed over the years and being caught in the act of doing anything deemed naughty or strange still set off alarms in my head. But the nymphs didn’t hesitate to make the driver, a guy about 40 years old, feel like he was the reason for the party. They knew of his presence even before he arrived, of course, and surprisingly he was instantly caught up in the whole affair, glad to be included as they came outside to drag him down among them on the walkway floor of the parlor after he carefully observed Loon and I going at it. He didn’t say a word.
[Mesmerized and disrobed - the lucky boy]
In the parlor he hit the floor sliding in the gizem as he transformed from a surprised, almost frantic man into a gelatin of desire. The nymphs surrounded him and laid their hands all over him. He was surrounded and attacked with loving strokes.
I stopped panicking and kept sucking, outside, enjoying my tepid luxurious extended orgasm with Loon’s perfect participation. I didn’t want to upset the balance of Loon’s and my touchy pumping process so I was careful not to get distracted too much and held Loon close. Loon was still in a trance and didn’t give any indication that she was aware of any changes or the guy in the parlor for that matter.
I hadn’t had that much experience around the nymph’s behavior in the presence of others outside of the dairy family and the county fair. It was very interesting to see how they performed on somebody, solo, besides me. I assumed that he was about to get seduced in a magical-mesmerizing way.
I wondered about the guy’s own temperament, was he a religious fellow, married and so on. But the nymphs had him completely in their control, disrobed and lathered up so quickly that it was simply amazing. I was surprised that they took that much interest in him and he wasn’t being repelled like the family sons would have been if they had arrived.
The truck driver was a big guy but pretty meek it seems. That may have held a clue to why the nymphs suddenly took a liking to him as he was immersed in hand applied Happy-mess gizem and ended looking like a big naked slimed happy Teddy bear.
They gave him loads of pleasure that left me amused, for sure, and the temporary driver seemed to pay no attention to Loon or I whatsoever after his sojourn with magical goddesses allowed him to return, passing by us in action, to leave in the truck. I would imagine he paid no mind to us once thoroughly fucked and especially not after Siza had a grip on his penis, stretched out, swallowing him with her suction. He was apparently quite passionate and didn’t seem to need much of a tune up to get the action going.
During, eventually, he had Fern wrapped around his face with her usual antics sitting on his shoulders with her vagina planted on his mouth, his ears cushioned in heavenly thigh softness as she ran her hands through his hair. Pool stooped in front of him and inserted him deep, rocking with rhythm. Siza was applying her favorite, O’yoinga up his butt, yes--him too, and he didn’t seem to be upset by that either. He reached his climax with resounding pre-urges coming in waves and although he wasn’t physically altered to explode with Happy-mess he did seem to please the nymphs and I wondered if he might show up early from this day forward to get some more pleasure for his early work start overtime. They may have created a new disciple.
When they’d finished with him, all four of those creatures taking turns to keep him re-aroused, they put him all back together after very thorough bathing everywhere imaginable with not a button out of place, slightly damp, and each one gave him a very luxurious kiss with which he again changed composure in an odd way. They sent him off back out through the milk house in what seemed like a daze, he got in the truck and just sat there in the cab non responsive to what had happened or what was going on, my sharing with sex with Loon right next to him on the loading dock, never missing a beat.
[Business As Usual]
The nymphs returned to milking and I continued with Loon in my arms. Finally Pool grabbed me away to have a go with her back in the parlor as if nothing at all unusual had happened. Luckily the shock of the intruder hadn’t dampened my own aroused state and so she enjoyed my ejaculations while she milked, simple as that.
I practiced pretending to coax her to let her milk down giving her breasts a good squeeze, pinching her nipples to hardness. Then I turned her around, inserted myself and started sucking her nectar just because I could. She got totally overly aroused by that and started clamp-tugging on my penis in a fabulous vacuum, using some of those newly introduced special vagina techniques. As a result I couldn’t suck hard enough to keep up with my erection’s output. Her influence was too strong.
A funny thing happened in that I started to ejaculate with greater volume because Pool was fantastic. My sucking on her nipples shot me in face with nectar and I choked from the volume of the liquid. When I choked I panicked, I coughed real hard and my penis let go of so much Happy-mess that Pool shot off my erection and up against the stanchion. I blasted her all over with the slimy stuff in impulses that piled Happy-mess bubbles on top of Happy- mess, layered on with each continuing ejaculation from me as I coughed and choked. She, stuck against the concrete, didn’t struggle but rather seemed mesmerized with the situation as if she was fulfilled in slime and left her mouth wide open like a hungry baby bird. This really got Siza going who thought that perfectly wonderful and she wanted to try out “The new method”. I thought it a bit dangerous but so much for that worry.
Sucking nipples on Siza was normally dangerous enough because she so easily over reacted to sex play and now she wanted me to stick my erection in deep and have a go at sucking with some sense of balance? But balance was hardly something that Siza could accept. So we tried. But of course the ejaculations were tremendous because Siza was, well, Siza and I couldn’t keep up with my nipple sucking. Cutting corners in the process made sense but I knew that what was normally something of a delicate process certainly wasn’t going to work.
Siza’s larger breasts were easy to suck volume from so I worked in hopes of keeping the cycling flow even but alas the hope for balance was beyond reason. Siza shot off my penis with a blast that she battled back through, a snot volcano. She tried to quickly swallow volumes so that I would continue with more down her throat? -- I guess. Obviously that wasn’t going work and Siza choked, nearly tried to accidentally bite on my penis. I jumped back and let go another huge round to knock her backwards with a big huge face full. The other nymphs were at first instantly shocked by what was happening but then broke up in a large uproar of laughing and carrying on. Even Loon got into the act since she was a pro at our balancing nectar/Happy-mess exchange and this explosion on Siza was more comical than she could contain, dignity abandoned. While watching she was crying real tears of laughter.
Fern spun me around and said, “I don’t need all these crazy antics, I just want to fuck!” She put my penis in doggy style, sat back and recommenced milking as if she was seriously trying to ignore the others who were having fun. I got the sense that she was impatient with them. I just shrugged my shoulders and started going with a sigh for her approval. Apparently my output was hammering, weird, like hydraulics with the relief valve turned up too high, and I let go a giant blast in her that propelled her against the stanchion pipes and I worried about her being hurt. I let go with more giant surges and covered her in slime, finally able to grab her in my arms. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine! Let’s do that again.” She now was smiling a huge smile.
This sort of session went on a lot with me gently sucking nymph teats, squeezing-toying nipples, swallowing the nectar with my penis locked in so that I could get the healing fix like I’d learned to. And now I was again practicing the method on Loon who needed it for survival. I felt like an E.F.N.T., emergency fucking nipple technician.
We finished up milking which didn’t take long and even with having sucked so much nectar I had breakfast on my mind. Loon had gone already heading back to the kitchen to get the breakfast going with Bernice. I wasn’t really giving much thought to the driver as my gurgling stomach preempted my thoughts. How funny that I could let food overpower my sense for what had just happened, sex and all, but in reality I was only 18 years old, a male who had now become greatly accustomed to having six, even seven females giving him their full sex needs attention.
As we all headed out for breakfast passing by the tank truck. Siza, who was walking behind our group, stopped by the driver’s window and without so much as a gesture seemed to effect something because as soon as we passed the gate to cross the road and head into the woods route to the house the truck started up and turned left on to the highway to head in the direction of the bottling plant.
[Releasing The Truck Drive]
The nymphs guessed my “What the...” questions and Branch said, “He doesn’t remember a thing but didn’t he have some great fun?” My “What the...” only subsided a little bit, if that, and I said, “You guys are just too amazing for me to understand but I’m completely in love.” They all laughed and I got tossed down on the ground half way to the house for my too frequent and spontaneous “I love you” pledges. They piled on me for more sex. I had become quite un-shy about expressing my infatuation for them.
The nymphs arrived for breakfast dripping, all of them from the trail experience, but smiling broadly. Yours truly looked like he’d been beaten and rolled in the mud on the way. I was like a breaded turd. I was truly deserving a nice bath provided by the warm hands of nymphs which they provided in Denny’s bedroom before we ate. We got as much of us as we could into that one tub trading nymphs while I remained in the bottom to give them erect love to sit on. I was really worried the tub drain would not be able to handle all that stuff.
Denny was gone to the hay fields and his warm bath let each of the nymphs care for me and get their fill again while getting clean at the same time. I don’t know if we left a Happy-mess pile in his room or not but the water in the tub was gone replaced by nothing but a full volume of gizem, thick. Upon his return he must have wondered about that.
[Taking Every Opportunity]
At the breakfast table we were all cleaned up and Loon lifted off her dress to let Bernice carry on cooking while she sat on my lap and we commenced to suck and fuck the nectar cycle. We took plenty of time at that breakfast session and the other nymphs enjoyed it through our experience, they - not eating but rather just feeling the orgasm flowing through them vicariously. It was a quiet scene with lots of subtle moaning.
As always Bernice was enthralled with the nymphs and the whole concept so much so she shared both cooking duties, giving Loon the opportunity to fuck me, and helping Fern get passionate so the other nymphs could share vicariously, all around the room before eating. I wondered how much energy they could share from different sources at once.
Actually Bernice and I were the only ones who needed breakfast but as the saying goes, “Eat Dessert First”. I preferred to Fuck First and Bernice could both grill the pancakes, bake the coffee cake and finger Fern leisurely while Loon and I just idly fucked around for maybe an hour or more.
Now it was getting later and the summer of my dairy stay was going to start winding down, maybe, at least according to my original plan. The demise of the old man and the transition of nymphs and Lilly, the saving of Loon, were not planned according to what I’d originally thought my personal life presets were but I had to deal with all and hope for the best. Since I couldn’t completely comprehend the breadth of the problems facing the nymphs, the dairy and mankind, I was just taking tiny steps and hoping, being very watchful, pondering how I might escape my dairy demise if and when it became essential. I also worried about the role of my parents, what to do about that in pondering returning home, now not a favorite thought. I didn’t know how I would deal with their religious obsession and that particular unsavory magic.
That night, when we all had returned from Supper, there was a sense about change that was coming. I assumed the nymphs were feeling some sense of loss even before I. I couldn’t understand just how they would feel that sense, in what form, but I had begun to try to hold the coming changes in denial to save myself from grief. And I wasn’t sure of anything other than my new innate sense my time with them was coming to an end, not by the calendar so much as by instinct. I was torn apart in spirit both understanding my time trapped existence and theirs, timelessness, at the same time.
In the bunk house I began to feel what I assumed they were feeling, perhaps a kind of loss, perhaps a kind of relief, so I got up and moved from one to another taking a hug and kiss from each, trying to get a sense they were still in love with me as I held them tight wanting to feel their warmth as closely as I possibly could. I gazed at each face to inquire but wasn’t sure what feeling I was getting in return so I went back to my bed and just sat there pondering. There was something different or something missing or something lost, but purposefully. I began to feel quite human among the divine. I stared down at my now completely amazingly over sized penis and pondered a future with it, but without them. I felt that was momentarily positioned in a super state with an overwhelming amount of choices swirling about.
I had no idea how much good I might have managed in warding off fate should the old man die soon. Would Loon be revitalized in time; would they be safe? This dairy job had evolved from sheer fear into one of anxiety for being responsible to and for, it seemed like, everyone. I had gone from knowing almost literally nothing about raw life to knowing far too much for a kid just 18.
Then I spoke. “I don’t know exactly how much time I have left with you now. I don’t want to waste a single moment. If I have to make love to you all night long and every day left I’ll do that because it’s just something I must do. I don’t care if it kills me! My life may go on, Nature may survive, but I don’t know what to expect and certainly it will never be the same again without you. I don’t know if I can live without you. I don’t know if I have the will for it.
If I could just know you were all going to be alright, Loon, Lilly, all of you, all of us, it would make it so much easier to be able to go back to my other life. I hope that knowledge regarding this is possible and you’ll have to let me know because I have no way of understanding what goes on in your realm.”
Grace
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