Chapter 28

Judy was busy building a fence to cut off part of our driveway, formerly shared. Without a word about what had happened to her husband at the hands of the sisters she blocked us off. I guessed she was paranoid after meeting the strange sisters raping her big ol’ husband in our kitchen. And besides my wife and I really enjoyed seeing him get although it may have been rather “unkind”. It was an “Oh well” moment in hopes the neighbors wouldn’t come back again and it all turned out okay, for him.

After our first night the sisters stayed on, enjoying our place, having round after round of love making from day to day. Timeless creatures do not sense time passing in quite the same way we do. I got a little worried they might not ever leave but of course we were like family. I didn’t yet sense my wife, however, getting anxious because they were including her in the fun and you can’t not like doing it with goddesses. She would come out of the bed room after spending time with a glow on her body, a sigh and smile.

I thought about how crazy maybe fortunate my life mate was getting introduced to supernatural sex and I wasn’t exactly lame in the bed myself.

When the Chief went out early mornings to load his heavy equipment on this truck, starting the day’s work, Siza would wave at him, coax him to come over to our place for a visit. It wasn’t like he was totally reluctant but Judy was always watching from a distance. This situation, I thought, was hilarious.

After a few more days Siza would meet him at the door of the truck and make him smile with her goddess charms. She was so cute. Once she got in the truck with him and sat in his lap. Next morning her jumper top landed on the open door window sill. It was obvious she was fucking him right there. It was amazing how attuned to fucking the sisters still were without fail, without hesitation. And Siza was the craziest of the bunch.

Before the days work commenced or the engine started he wasn’t fighting doing it with her but Judy, on the prowl, was approaching so Siza quick gave him an orgasm and he just slumped in the seat as she vanished. And that wasn’t the last time the two of them did it.

I expected to get an anxious confrontation with Judy any minute over the fence but it never happened. And Nathan got laid, mornings, for a while. I assumed he was one happy conspiracy theorist getting fucked by a supernatural goddess all around the area, all kinds of positions, places. Siza even had him giving her cunnilingus on the hood of his rig. Good thing the other neighbors never realized what was going on.

Sending off a bulldozer operator for the day’s work that way, well.

He obviously must have changed his attitude but I never found out. My guess was Siza was messing with Judy’s mind but Nathan did have more spring in his step for a geezer his age. I was pretty happy for him. I felt less guilty about just standing by watching him get fucked in our kitchen where it all started.

Never again did I hear him make mention anything about the Big Dipper.

I hadn’t heard a word from the gang at Sylvia’s. Frankly I didn’t really want to hear from them but as the first week passed I had to think about working, making a living, yes naked in my livestock role. This was a new departure for the furnace man, any furnace man.

I announced I’d made a few summer tune up appointments. I had to try to see how I would do alone with customers in their homes. It was usually the women who were home during the day. My wife gave me a look almost teasing like as she laughed and looked at the other sisters. “Oh, he’s going to get jumped for sure. I’d almost like to be there, maybe like a fly on the wall. He’s always made it an issue to explain oil burner work to me and how important it is to keep the nozzle clean. You’re going to get your nozzle cleaned I’m afraid and be careful when you bend over.”

They were all laughing at me and the first sister to react to my announcement was Siza, of course, and she wanted to go with me. “Oh my gawd,” I said. “How is that going to work?” Then I thought better of it asking her how she thought it would work out. “No problem Tom. You know me. I’m your goddess buddy and I can make it anything you want it to be.” I stared at her for a moment and then said, “Yeah, that’s right.” And after kissing my wife we were off in the service truck.

My wife put her arm around Pool and smiled at her giving her a kiss and the sisters all marched off toward the stairs up with my wife in tow. “See you later honey!”

“Siza, this has got to be the most unusual any furnace man has ever attempted. “It’ll be great and I’ll have you to myself, some over the top great loving. This is going to be so much fun.”

Into town we drove the highway busy with cars. She kept looking at other drivers, smiling at them and they noticed her ears which gave them pause and almost caused a couple of wrecks when drivers kept their eyes off the road too long. I hoped no cops got a look at her not knowing what they might do. Imagine being stopped, me the naked guy in the front seat with a boner and Siza, her jumper hiked up too far. Now, that would have been interesting.

I took her to the coffee shop and she was a hit. Yes, out of my rig we walked right in, she towing me by my penis just like livestock and his trainer. That got a lot of attention immediately when we arrived through the door. But because of my previous experience with the coffee shop in the nude I suspect it as Siza who got all the attention and not me because she was beaming, smiling, saying hello to everybody as if she was running for office.

She had her jumper on but of course she made it known she wore nothing underneath. When you see a nymph sister goddess flashing a bare bum you can’t help but get aroused, horny or jealous. The sisters actually glowed. And I remembered Europe in my Army days when young women wore short skirts with no underwear in the summer time. But this was hardly Europe. Just the same there seemed the sense of acceptance of who I was and the how of my way, appearance and now there was Siza to add a lot to our fame.

We were a main attraction. “Why do they accept us the way they do?” I whispered to Siza. “It’s like everybody already knows who we are.” “They’re slowing acclimatizing to the future and we’re the first ones helping them do that. They want change. Their just afraid. It’s so new and now you need to be the am-bare-ass-idor leading the charge.” She laughed as she waved to some guys sitting in the far corner. She wagged my penis to get their attention and gave me a pull.

The usual people were sitting there at 9:30 A.M. when we appeared and the mood changed, well, dramatically. My partner, long time single guy got one look at Siza and wanted to get real friendly with her. I don’t think he even noticed her ears. Normally very polite with the ladies she seemed to raise his temperature of some extra testosterone seeping through his pores.

They were glad to see us but had loads of questions when Siza strode up proud as could be towing me behind. “Hi everybody,” she led in with. “I’m Siza the lady who taught this guy how to fuck.” That got the attention of the other coffee drinkers nearby. “I gave him this nice big penis along with my sisters’ hard work. There is no end to what he can do for your th’ang.” She laughed. “He used to take care of all six of us. He had little time to relax. Realize that he doesn’t have to quit doing it, ever. He has no end of juice, truly! HAH, I bet you’d like to try.”

She looked at Carol, Frank’s wife, the only female sitting with the group. “Hi Carol. You know what I’m talking about,” and Carol beamed, maybe a little embarrassed. “She did Tom up at Sylvia’s like for hours. You’re a trooper Carol.”

Old Louie who never told the same dirty joke twice was beside himself, not his usual grotesque loud mouth embarrassing self. He was dumb founded staring at her grip on my erection, her very short jumper, long ears, everything.

Siza noted him and teased, “I know can talk Louie. Are you worried about my grip on Tom’s penis? Or is it my easy shifting clothes? She lifted her jumper, briefly, up to her breasts and laughed patting her stomach. That got notice.

Louie’s eyebrows shot up and looking at her said, “You know my name?” “I know everybody’s name and mostly I know all about you, you naughty old boy. Can we sit down?”

She’d let go of my penis which remained sticking straight out. he sat right next to Louie, shifted-lifted her jumper up again as she sat in his lap. His eyes just about bugged out with an “OOOPH”. I could tell she gripped her hand in his crotch as he let out a croak with a semi smile. “Here, give me your hand before you start telling jokes,” and she put it up her jumper for a feel. He was already limp and breathy, poor old guy.

I remained standing and looked to my left at Carol, Frank’s wife. Carol and I had recently done a lot of fucking at Sylvia’s in the spa and I was glad to see her. She was staring at my penis and had a smile on her face kind of dreamy. I sat down. She scooted right over touching close. We’d already done our thing in the pool for some length of time and I told her I missed her after having such a great time. I reached, took her hand to place on my penis hoping she’d do some massaging as the conversation continued. “Nice, you’re a lamb for giving me a little slow masturbation to keep me happy.”

Everything was quite nice and Siza kept messing with Louie as he loosened up a little. “Looks like you still got what it takes Louie,” said Siza. “Look everybody. He’s got a hard on. Congratulations! You want me to suck on it?”

So honest, beyond compare, Siza kept all the coffee patrons around us attentive with her chatter.

Siza slid off Louie’s lap and started to lean over grappling with his pants. Being supernatural she was so quick it was almost impossible to discern what was going on. But Louie suddenly straightened up and his eyes bulged as he groaned, growled and almost yelled. Then he slumped in the seat and Siza popped up smiling, wiping her mouth off on his shirt.

“That was sure quick,” she said. She got real close to his face and said,” Maybe when Tom brings me back we can do it again and you’ll last longer. Maybe you can fuck me too. You’re a great old guy; no joke.” She gave him a long juicy wet kiss and my partner never took his eyes off of that.

Louie just remained quiet, peaceful, so unlike himself with a silly grin on his face. The others sitting with us were talking low to each other. Certainly no one before had ever given anyone a blow job at the coffee shop, at least not so public.

After we exchanged what’s new and Frank couldn’t take his eyes off Siza’s ears I said we needed to get going to the first call and Frank looked surprised. “Who are you servicing?” With his hands gesturing how I was naked, “You know, like you are right now? Well, furnace tune up I mean.” “We’re headed to Maria’s after I take care of Mrs. Sutlevich first and I left plenty of time for Maria before the next call.” “Sure you did,” he laughed. “Need any help?” “I don’t think so.” But Siza told him, “Come on up. You can fuck me while Tom takes care of servicing Maria. You know the drill. It’s simple and believe me I can take care of you really well, a general tune up. You know what I’m saying?”

Surrounding eyebrows raised hearing what Siza was talking about. A lot of people knew Maria, the fact our oil company serviced her heating needs. I notice some people whispering to one another, smiling and low laughing knowing what we were up to.

I looked at Frank’s wife and Frank looked at her also. Carol said, “Are you leaving me out of the fun?” “You wanna join us?” asked Siza. I piped up knowing the politics, “Do you get along with Maria?” “NO,” came her reply. “Well I guess we better keep the peace and the rest of us will get a piece so there will be peace in the valley.” I heard a couple of people laugh at my comment. I hoped we were really starting a huge rumor mill.

I put my face right next to Carol’s and said in low tones, “You and I have got to get together so I can show you more of my tricks. You’ll love it!” “Okay, soon.” I whispered in her ear while Frank kept staring at Siza. “We’re going to Sylvia’s for the last tune up and we could meet there.” Carol smiled and turned her head, eyebrows raised, nodding “Yes”. “I’d do you right here, but, you know.” She giggled and gave my penis some nice massaging.

So I got up ready to go and stood there pointing my Carol extra induced erection at everybody and for moments that got all the attention. Siza jumped up and grabbed it with a laugh, two handed, one gripping, the other playing with the tip of it like I always used to love her doing. “Eeeuuwww WOW!” was my only comment as I shuddered and they all laughed at me. She turned me with that tiller and we headed out. By now the whole place was staring at us.

We arrived at Mrs. Sutlevich’s home and I grabbed my tools to walk up to the front door. She had short changed me once when I was delivering fuel, paying cash, as always, and that set a tone for me not liking being cheated like that. She always worked that scheme with us at the oil company. It was irritating.

She opened the door with a suspicious squint and then got wide eyed when she saw the two of us and focused on my penis. “Hi Mrs. Sutlevich. This is Siza my assistant. Do you want me to go around to the basement door like usual?” She stared for moments and then nodded her head “Yes” with a very odd expression so we both headed down the front steps and around the house to the back. I had an erection that felt so good to point the way.

When we got near the back corner of the house a neighbor was weeding his vegetable garden when he caught notice of us. He stood up straight, suddenly, staring at us gripping his hoe like defense. “I’m the furnace man here to service Mrs. Sutlevich,” I said. “She needs a summer tune up.” He slowly got a wry smile on his face. He also noticed Siza and that really got his attention. Then he said, “That dried up old prune needs a tune all year round.” He put his hand over his mouth laughing under his breath. “But I wouldn’t fuck her with your dick my friend and that is some big hombre. Jesus! On second thought maybe you better do her for spite’s sake.”

He wasn’t very nice so I headed for the basement door and noted Siza was headed over to talk to him some more. I wasn’t about to worry what she was up to and I just kept walking to the door and opened, went in. I knew the boiler from working on it in the past.

The basement was immaculate. Her husband had dug the basement out by hand, after work, evenings, took a long time, then did the concrete work. He finished it into more living space and it was very nice, not fancy but well done. They had emigrated from eastern Europe many years before, hard working people. I believe they had suffered a lot and I figured her attempts at cheating with money was probably a survival technique never lost by her and her everlasting distrust of people.

I got my tools out, started on the burner and she was next to me in short order studying over my shoulder.

Where’s your girl friend?” She asked. “She’s an odd one for sure. Reminds me of back in my homeland.” I wondered what she meant by that. “She’s out talking to your neighbor in his back yard.” “Oh damn horny fool,” she muttered. “He’s a son of a bitch. He’s a devil. She better be careful with him. What’s that ‘SO’ looks like branded on your butt cheek? You weren’t naked the last time you came. How come? What happened to you?”

“Long ago as a kid I was turned into breeder livestock by my assistant and her sisters. She’s a real deity, a goddess nymph. She’s supernatural. She has five sisters, also goddesses. They required of me to perform the act of breeding almost constantly, livestock to them. For reasons difficult to understand or explain they made me have sex with them what would be considered far too much. And I was a virgin when enslaved to them.”

I wanted to see if I could get a rise out of the old gal. “MMM-Hmm, yes, sounds like home, back in my old country,” I gave her a look, querying. That was mysterious. It gave me chills. I didn’t think I wanted any more details.

She kept watching me as I worked, moving around from side to side. I got up with my oil can to bend over and lubricate one of the water pumps and she muttered, “U-huh,” as she studied, focused on my butt crack. “Where were you when they were doing that to you?” “I was working on a dairy about 100 miles south.” “And you were made livestock.” “Yes.” “MMmm-hmmph,” she went on. “Okay,” she said. “You’re a good boy.” She was confusing but I left it at that.

“Would you mind turning up the thermostat so I can work on the burner. Just turn it up all the way and I will remind you when I’m done. It won’t running too much.” I would have jumped the contacts on the oil burner control but it was ancient and I didn’t want to mess with it and end up owning the thing if it died being handled. The were really cheap and refused to replace it in the past.

So she trudged upstairs and I continued. Siza came in and sat down in a chair close by and began telling me about the “farmer with the hoe” next door. “He’s okay now. I gave him a better attitude.” “Mrs. Sutlevich doesn’t like that guy one bit,” I said.

I whispered to Siza about the owner and how she was a character but I understood how they came to the U.S. very poor and worked hard to make it. I said I just didn’t like her attitude but it was what it was, not very respectful, but, well. Siza grinned in a teasing way, something on her mind. I also told her about how the old lady really checked me out and asked a lot of questions, how I’d told about me being livestock and you being a goddess, stuff like that. “I did it to shock her but she seemed to understand. Kind of weird.”

Mrs. Sutlevich started coming back down the stairs. She wouldn’t ever leave me alone in her basement for long. She didn’t really trust anyone. I thought it very funny how she knew me, never trusted me and now I was working on her furnace naked with a boner. How was she really handling that situation?

As she stepped down, first step, there was a loud farting sound and I looked at Siza wide eyed. I whispered, “Did you hear that?” “Oh yeah. Wait. It will be a BIG old vagina fart, you know? Wait, wait, wait.” Siza was beaming.

Mrs. Sutlevich paused for several moments before she attempted the next step and when doing that a louder fart was heard. I smiled at Siza and almost cracked up. “You’re causing that aren’t you!” It was a hoarse whisper on my part, then one more step, another fart. She turned on the landing in front of us ready to descend several more steps. She was in plain view now looking a little panicked and we watched as she gingerly stepped slowly, just touching her toe first, slowly down only to make another bigger giant fart noise. I looked away and chewed the inside my cheek to hold back laughter and it was so hard not to.

Siza was smiling broadly staring right at the old lady and I couldn’t face it. I was trying so hard not to laugh. More steps and more farts. Siza said,” Hi Mrs. Sutlevich. How are you feeling?” “I’m feeling fine!” was her curt reply and she stepped down the last one on to the basement floor, the loudest fart of all, about a yard long and juicy. I was seized with trying to control myself and my penis had gone all limp.

Immediately she started asking questions about her boiler perhaps to change the subject and I almost died trying to respond without cracking up. My voice was kind of high pitched and shaky but I answered her. Siza was poking, tickling me making it worse and I was having the most difficult time. Then she asked Siza about her neighbor, the guy she didn’t like. Siza said, “Oh he’s okay. I took care of him,” and she got up to go take her hand. “Let’s go upstairs while he works on the machine. I know where you came from in eastern Europe and I have memories to share with you.” Her influence of course was powerful and Mrs. Sutlevich was more than willing to escape the fart zone.

They left and the old lady didn’t fart her way back up. I felt relieved but kept thinking about those farts holding back giggles.

When finished I yelled upstairs to let them know and reminded her to turn her thermostat back down. “I’ll let myself out.” I went out to the truck and passed her neighbor on my way. “Hey,” he called. I went over by the fence. “Who is that gal with you?” “My friend Siza.” “She is something.” “Yes she is, certainly.” “She said she was going to come back and make love to me. What the heck? And you are really different too. I’ve never seen a naked furnace man before” “NO? Well, Siza made me her lover and I’m actually livestock. She uses me to satisfy herself. She fucks me all the time. That’s my other job. You know? Beside furnace work I fuck a lot of women because I’m safe to fuck, no charge.” He gave me an incredulous look. “Yeah, really. I’m safe because I don’t make semen and I can’t carry diseases, none. Anyway, I better get out to my service truck because Siza will want to fuck me right away. Nice to meet you.” And I went on out to wait for her.

I told Siza what the neighbor said when she got into the cab with me. She smiled. “I didn’t say I was going to fuck him. I said I thought it would be fun to go and do it in front of him. Really give him something to talk about” She was all for that. “I told him you were going to fuck me right away when I got back to the service truck. I was teasing him.

“Oh I knew it would fun to ride together today.” She took off her jumper and laid it on the dashboard. “Come on!”

We got out of the truck and crossed over into his yard and went back to where he was weeding. When he looked at us he was again surprised and Siza went right up to him giving him a big naked hug. “We would really like to fuck in your back yard. Would you mind?” He dropped his hoe and stood there for a moment, silent. Then he nervously nodded “yes”.

He looked around, all around as if he looking to see if anybody else, neighbors, might be watching. He noted Mrs. Sutlevich standing at her kitchen window staring down at us. The he smiled broadly. “Yes, yes, this would be a good, good time.”

“Don’t let us interrupt your weeding, “I said. “We’ll just do our thing and you can go about your gardening but thanks for letting us do it; very nice of you. It’s not just everyone who would allow this in their vegetables. Oh, and if you have a camera you might want to get it. It’s worth the film processing costs. It’s not ever day you get to watch the supernatural fucking.”

He got an eyeful of sex. Cunnilingus on his picnic table, fucking in all sorts of positions using his outdoor furniture. I never knew if he had a wife or not. We didn’t see anybody else around but we fucked for a good half hour. He kept asking questions and Siza accommodated by give him pretty much a non ending detailed description in depth of what we were doing, how her vagina worked, different than humans, as we switched around positions and methods.

[And when Lilly finally completed my penis growth trials/adjustments a horse’s cocks seemed small]

She described exactly how she shoved her arm up my ass to make me grow a bigger penis. He studied it in action and kept asking if she was okay. “The size of that thing is just impossible. How do you absorb all that? You’re petite and his penis is like a horse cock. Here, let me get another shot of that thing stuck, bottoming out in you.”

Siza stopped our stroking and explained even more about how her vagina worked, how deep it was. “You don’t seem to have an ass hole do you?” he said. “Nope,” I said answering for her. “She doesn’t. None of the sisters do. That’s why I never thought of or learned how to butt fuck.” “Oh my,” he said. “Wow. Is there anything about fucking you don’t know?” “She’s a goddess, really, supernatural, not kidding. You get some more photos for yourself. You can have them framed, hang them on your wall, brag about knowing us. Few people ever do. If I’ve missed any knowledge about fucking, well, no way. And I just recently got involved doing anal with one of my human girl friends. I didn’t think much of it, afraid I was hurting her. But then humans don’t have vaginas like Siza and believe me there is nothing like the vagina you are watching right now. It actually has functions that make your penis feel like something is massaging you way up inside her.

“By the way. Who does your furnace work?”

He kept glancing to see if Mrs. Sutlevich was still watching and she was. She’d nod her head like “Yes” every so often. It was all so strange and he was enjoying himself so enthusiastic you’d think he was fucking Siza instead of me.

And then I had my orgasm. I let go sister nymph style with a big blast of gizem erupting into Siza, sploodge sideways again and again, almost hit the guy because he’d moved closer and closer to the action. We were covered with shiny sheen and the surroundings were gizem slick. “Wow,” I said. “That was great and I swear Mrs. Sutlevich never blinked once.” I was dying to ask Siza what they talked about after they both went upstairs.

I stood offering my hand to the neighbor, to shake, but Size ran over to him and gave him a gizem gooey hug. He was frozen stiff. “Don’t worry,” I reassured. “That stuff just evaporates pretty quickly and all of it is great fertilizer too. It’s a bonus for you now all over your garden. Not kidding and it tastes good too.”

I thought we better get going to Maria’s. I realized we’d used up a lot of time tuning up that furnace and I noticed Mrs. Sutlevich still watching out her kitchen window. I smiled to think maybe she’d watched us, our full half hour fuck, the whole thing. How cool.

Siza kissed the neighbor juicy on the lips. I thought he was going to faint. Then she grabbed my dripping penis and towed me to the truck waving at the old lady as we walked by. She watched expression less and really not surprised by anything.

This time we got in and left. I thought about how cool it was I didn’t have to deal with clothes, just a quick wipe of my penis and I was ready to roll.

I asked Siza about what she learned upstairs from our customer. “She seemed so mysterious and asked so many questions but never got upset about it plus seemed to understand.” “She’s fine,” said Siza. “I told her about how much I knew of her past, how she was a political activist back in old country. She was persecuted and that’s why they fled but she knew about the sisters both in Switzerland and Yugoslavia. She is very much attached to the powers of the old world. She was a citizen of the world and wants to remain incognito for the sake of both she and her husband. You can understand why she doesn’t trust others for fear of what might happen.”

I thought about what Siza said but it was just so strange to think about.

“Did she say anything about us, me naked and stuff like that?” “She understands about all the fucking we do. In so many ways you might say she is not old fashioned in any sense. She is a student of the future.” “Huh, I’ll be.” “Yes and in the future you could offer to make love to her too.” “What?” “Sure, just because she’s old doesn’t mean she’s dead. She isn’t surprised with much of anything being a citizen of the world and all. She is only here in this country for the safety of anonymity.”

I parked my service truck right in front of Maria’s and we marched up the long stairs to the front door not caring what the neighbors might think. A quick knock brought Maria to the door right away as if she was waiting. She was pleased to see Siza along for the tune up and we both walked in. I winked at her and she smiled with an evil look in her eyes. I knew exactly what I was going to be servicing.

I also knew she was being manipulated by Siza to think a three-some might be a great supernatural thing and then there was another knock at the door. When Maria opened it there was Frank apparently hot on our tail. The promise of fucking Siza got his juices flowing. “So, here we are, four of us to help service me, er my furnace. Come on in.”

Maria and her husband had installed a new spa on their new deck in the back of the house. We had to christen it with some great love making. The furnace didn’t need any work. I was summer and I’d be back more times before winter to spend time with Maria and so this morning was for love making enjoying the spa.

Out back I was of course ready already and I got into the water, the perfect temperature, inviting my host to get in with me. She did with her bikini on and I teased her for wearing it. “I come live stalk flesh and ready, wanting YOU. You, ready? maybe not so much, all dressed up? Last time we made love I wasn’t your ‘Livestock’ Furnace Man but now you get to mess with the lover of goddesses, Siza being one of them. This ain’t ordinary fucking my best friend. May I take your bikini off for you, Mam?” “You gotta earn it a little furnace man. Turn up the heat,” she laughed.