Chapter 25: Pigs Mystery Theater

[PIGS MYSTERY THEATER: The sister goddesses had amazing telepathy and other means of communication unknown to humans but they were able to convey pretty much any way they chose, physical reality or otherwise, and they loved to play a favorite called Pig’s Mystery Theater where they could/would portray the fascinating aspects of their work, like fucking me played out in human minds directly - kind of like super def. day dreaming, quite relaxing]

Strange realm? Oh yes. It, gathering et al, was almost like going home to the dairy and my sister nymphs had gathered close around completely blocking any party goers from view as things were discussed in private.

Their goal was to bring a mindset to life by causing the party goers hallucination, for lack of a better way to define it, but it was more like a bunch of stoners having found and passed around some wild strong pot. They partied but one by one stopped in a stupor, a big smile on their face, ready and willing which gave me pause to think about how much fun I could have working the crowd. You can imagine what I had in mind.

Too opportune maybe but I was feeling very low for being trapped in my mere livestock use easy free fuck status and not generally elevated to a kind of super hero stature I was assuming. No, people, (Sylvia), were sending me to the back of the line where the low lifes supposedly belong. Now, this was different. Maybe they would never give me my due but I could “do” my givens, going down the line and fucking everybody for spite. It was kind of hateful but it seemed my only reward now since I was not to return to my old self anymore, the happy furnace man.

I indicated to Fern what I wanted to do but she was hesitant. “You realize in partaking while we are using their minds for our use, history and education, you are intending on taking advantage. We can’t be part of that. Remember, you had to fuck us incredibly at the dairy to get us out of our dilemma which was simply altruism, and thank you. You saved us. But now this is different.” “Can I fuck any of them at all?” “Of course. But you can’t do it for spite’s sake. Spite fucking while we are engaged is not a natural thing and will cause schism.” “Wow, well, uhm. Do you realize schism rhymes with gizem?” She didn’t answer. She gave a look like she used to when she was teaching me what I couldn’t understand back behind the barn.

Then she said as she broke into a wry smile, “BUT IT’S OKAY IF I FUCK YOU HERE, NOW. Come here!”

Suddenly I had a mental picture, the perfect one in fact, Fern and the sisters fucking me surrounded by others. We were. It’s hard to imagine being fucked by a goddess like one of the sisters but I noted all the party goers were focused intently in their stupor as I’m sure we all experienced the sex vicariously, utterly exploding gizem.

That’s it. It was the same as the fucking shared by all just like the sisters shared back at the dairy each and every time one of them did me.

Fern and I fucked but a multitude of humans, party goers, shared the experience and people were engaged as they laid around, some drooling, others moaning, everybody clutching themselves as they wriggled and squirmed, so surreal.

Wow, my sex was their sex.

I really came to life doing Fern as she did me. I was spelunking Fern’s amazing deep nymph vagina with all I owned. And meanwhile those humans caught up completely in the vicarious nature were enjoying full color imaging of dairy land past with the great hallucinations provided by nymph goddess magic televising.

[I didn’t care if the humans could handle the anal part or not - FUCK THEM]

For me this was so engaging I was going to have my orgasm in short order so I held on to Fern with all my might. I ejaculated a really dynamic lo-o-o-o-ng surge into her that made my toes curl and she likewise clamped down on me as I stood and gave it to her. She could take it full blast and it had been a long, long time since I did that. The back pressure was luxurious.

Let me tell you it was something and the image fed to brains brought me back doing Lilly on the flatbed truck during haying. Is that something or what?

[Non stop memories of the sploodge at masturbation, testing and more testing]

The gizem of the schism left fly sideways, through, in all directions. There must have been like a dozen of those in short order and Fern just glowed.

When I was down to the short strokes, subsiding, I pulled out of her and having noted Sylvia nearby I wandered to her spewing on the guests until I quickly stuck me into her. In her stupor she was already vicariously struck gob smacked but now she was getting the full meal deal, well, the lesser ejaculations, and I oozed into and out of her until she was screaming.