Chapter 16: Entering Heaven

[Re-establishing the mystery of the Nymphs -- Here: Depicting mobile birth control on a mass scale]

It was time for some major recollecting. Here I was standing around all naked and part of an assemblage of characters quite unique. We were partying with the S.acred H.eart I.nterpretive T.ask force attached to the nunnery, the Swill Sisters, Sylvia and Maria, six of the goddess nymphs from my dairy days who were spirits of other realms and Father McGillicuty.

Soon Sylvia’s husband would be arriving home from work and who knows who, what else, probably a couple of his girl friends from work. I had to try to get my head around this situation. I had to think about my wife.

I hadn’t tuned up a furnace all day, done much of any work whatsoever, only accomplished fucking a whole bunch of times making my friends happy. It was rewarding and perhaps, just perhaps, convincing for the S.acred H.eart I.nterpretive T.ask force to join with the rest of us in planning Earth’s future with the help of six deities supernatural. I mean, what more could they ask for?

I had to tie up my memories appropriately melding with the present to bring the skills I was given in order to help and somehow accept my role now renewed as breeder livestock. It was because that is exactly what I was charged to do by the sister nymphs and they knew what they were talking about, what they were doing. Changing the course of humanity with their astute observation was, needless to say, of the absolute highest order. And as the human capable of doing things with my penis no other human on Earth was capable of I had a major role to assume. I knew intrinsically I was going to remain naked, hugely hung livestock, from this day forward.

[Enhanced by the sister nymphs I was once again the livestock obviously ready to do a lot of safe non impregnating sex work to convince humanity of the need for “new thinking”, not being dick heads]

This was big, monumental, grand out of proportion huge consequences. And it had to be done correctly. You don’t just whip out your oversized penis to start fucking people, especially the faith based patrons, without a lot of preparation and logic. At this very moment in the company of these unique and supernatural obviously very powerful deities from other universes the S.acred H.eart I.nterpretive T.ask force was not joining in the “fornication” but rather observing with more and more intent, I assumed.

An experiment was considered, drafted and scheduled to be voted on. I didn’t understand the concept of voting in the company of supernatural goddesses but it was set as the standard and kept. This was Democracy.

All voted to create a series of events, if you will, our group carrying the responsibility of, through our actions, fostering change in an elevated manner of blatant completely honest demonstration of needed change. It was acceptance and diversity and values upholding the utter elimination of hatred of any sort. It was unquestioned love and respect. It was to be a lot of sex education unlike committed to ever before.

Formerly, firmly considered something of the nature of pornography, this was real life, the same, but wrapped in faith and melding with our deity friends bringing the new age to life into our universe.

They had many other realms to use for example and it seemed ours perhaps was the last universe to launch, get it right, move on into and embrace the future.

I didn’t know. It sounded pretty hoaky but I was in it up to my dick and further. I wondered how in the world it would work but the sisters gathered around me and told everyone they were going to demonstrate my power as the breeder livestock of their creation. This would set a benchmark to start our work convincing mankind on Earth to give up the dysfunctional grip on the past.

“This is it,” started Branch. “We are going to embark on the future as a singularity of voice and manner. We realize we can’t go back to the past and we need to use our current capabilities to ensure we never do. We are going to use Tom to demonstrate how that will happen and we’ll ask Fern to come forward to commence her work inside him.”

Everyone got out of the spa and circled around to get a refill on the wine and try some of the d’oeuvres Sylvia had been laying out. It was a regular meal.

An interesting looking crowd, there were all naked people to include Sylvia’s husband who had arrived home wasting no time getting into the spa, three of his staff from his office also naked joining him and the only people still with clothes were understandably the S.acred H.eart I.nterpretive T.ask force.

Fern came around and hugged me from behind as she took a new can of cow balm from Siza after Siza had opened the lid and pulled me into the center of the gathering. She put a large amount of cow balm on her fingers and I wondered where they had found that product familiar to me from so many years back at the dairy. Fern pushed me to bend over and Siza began to spread the balm up and down my butt crack thick which caught everyone’s attention.

She applied more, almost half of the can on me both rear and my crotch, penis, etc. Everyone began whispering, wondering, some putting a little of the cow balm on their finger to examine it. Fern put some on her index and middle finger as Siza pulled one of my butt cheeks to the side. This seemed like a lot of ceremony for what was simple. I was going to get a whole hand shoved into me through my anus.

Fern was gentle not wanting to over alarm the audience. She stuck those two fingers into my anus twisting a bit and then shoving further to the second knuckle and more. She pulled her fingers out and Siza smeared her with a little more balm to stick them back in to the third knuckle leaving them motionless as she pulled me back up to face the crowd. Then she began to talk amidst the increasing whispering of the onlookers as the stimulation of her inserted fingers caused my penis to dribble-spurt ejaculate.