Chapter 7

THE HAY BUCK NYMPH

[In the utility room, dare taken, we convince Kathy to let us do a 3-way with Rose because Rose wanted to show her the gamut of what I could do; we simply filled the place with gizem and Kathy wasn’t satisfied with just any old sex from then on]

“We’ll meet you in the utility room, that is if you aren’t kidding,” said Rose. Rose wasn’t going to back down on a good tease and a dare. She grabbed my penis as soon as we were up, standing in anticipation, and pointed it at Kathy across the kitchen table. Rose made a shoot and ricochet kind of sound, “Pitch-eeuuw”, before saying, “Okay, look. His thing’s a fitzall. It’s plainly magical.” I laughed and Rose grabbed my balls tight, a real handful, as if she wanted me to be quiet.

“I don’t say that to be trite. This fucking thing is created by my sisters for supernatural reasons, uses. Not kidding, this thing sent them to Heaven, their special reward.” Then I chimed in. “When I was at the dairy human girls came to me and were interested because the word on the street about me was what I am, The Lover Of Goddesses. And ours was the only dairy anywhere like that.” And in a strange response to having my balls squeezed I formed a mental picture of Rose’s sisters being propelled through the Cosmos in an ejaculation burst, like persons being shot from a canon. I looked at Rose and muttered, “Transition, oh, right, yeah.”

I returned my focus to Kathy hoping to convince her as Rose continued to aim me at her. Then I remembered a demonstration Rose’s sister Branch used me for. I was made to hyper-ejaculate using a stunt man as an aggressor opponent.

It was simple enough. Branch poked me in the control center in order to go off really explosively. Of course the stunt guy got knocked-flying and that was that. It was really a senseless exercise but I loved showing off. Yet, right now, I thought scaring Kathy like that in the kitchen wasn’t appropriate.

“No Rose. Kathy is going to fuck me. Aren’t you Kathy. I promise to make it the best ever.”

“Anyway, Linda and Gale were college veterinarian students practicing their skills, giving me shots with a syringe after I was hot fire branded, antibiotics, pain meds. They had heard about me from their friend Betty who had already had sex with me out in a leased pasture. So, of course, Linda and Gale did me in the loafing shed just for starters. We really made love. They were great.

They came back that evening after late milking and we did for like an hour or more in the milking parlor. Then, we all went to the farm house for supper naked and the owner’s wife loved it. Eventually she would fuck me too.

And Betty was the first ever human to make love to me. Based on her, I assumed human girls, all, to be also great lovers.

We made love all over the place that day, Betty and I. Me, a recent virgin, made love like I was guided by the stars in the heavens. And I think it was my sister nymphs having influence on those human girls. But having heard I was infertile and safe it surely loosened, er, bolstered their courage.

And then, there was the serious dairy inspector who became acquainted with me. She said she was required to have me perform a trial service, to make sure she could certify me, qualified to do the work because I only had two legs instead of four. So, she had the dairy owner’s son and the local agricultural agent act as signing witnesses. I really did her with all my love to make an impression. From then on she certified me again and again, but in private. I used to take her to the magical mud bath where the sisters routinely did me. And the experience for my inspector, lover, was also magical. I added cunnilingus to make sure she had no doubts about my abilities. She was a very happy dairy inspector.

And so, I was certified, officially. Not that it made a lot of difference. But I was tattoo ID marked on my head and branded, both. The sisters told me I would never have to service anybody, or thing, other than humans and themselves.

And that established the real goal. Rose demanded I service her step-mom, Margaret. I was worried about that, about upsetting both her mom and her big guy step-dad, who I liked.

I didn’t want to push it. I told Rose but left it up to her. “You can trust it. I know what I’m doing. My dad is already okay with it. He’s too old to have sex anymore and he worries about Mom’s needs. Plus, he doesn’t want to have the ranch hands sniffing around on the sly. They could get her pregnant.”