Chapter 15: Orgasm

(New work crew - new logic)

I was told the old man wouldn’t be coming to the night milking because of his health. I still felt some relief in hearing of his absence although I’d had a chance to get to know him a little better. He wasn’t so bad after all and I found I admired him. My first encounter with him scared me terrific. I thought he was completely crazy but then he explained some things to me frankly were fantastic and yet I believed him.

But it would feel odd to have to work with him in the close quarters of the parlor. I still felt self conscious about being his livestock, naked. Of course I did. And I was fighting off pondering the situation by day dreaming Lilly’s softness all over me, getting in trouble for doing it especially if my penis started getting active.

I still didn’t know exactly what all was expected of me at the dairy. Breeding was apparently one of my chores, as in sticking my penis into some recipient, exhilarating according to Lilly, and now I knew it to be quite true. Sticking my fingers or tongue into Lilly was really something too but inserting my penis into her, a whole different level of pleasure I was quite attuned to.

Needless to say that was still going to take a lot of getting used to, naked for keeps, a huge penis growing day by day, available anytime-anywhere to service a client, towed along and shoved into a waiting vagina on demand.

Expected to fuck for people, viewed in process, a kind of entertainment for visitors, was hard for a very shy person. And besides the new learned duties of doing regular dairy work and being handled just like livestock by many hands-on handlers, I was being made available all the time as an utterly new experience for a city kid who was engendered afraid of girls in the first place.

[Out in the pasture between milkings - anus probes, the one being fucked reporting the results as techniques are changed up inside my rectum]

Milking was also a duty almost always with an erection that was at least dribbling if not really ejaculating sporadically. And what else? I guessed letting the sisters have their way with me, fingers and hands performing, whatever it took to reform me to make them happy? I even supposed having my body invaded with their strange magic was my job as a wage earner. I pondered writing home about my adventures in vaginas, kidding of course.

[Sometimes I could watch them shove their arms into my anus and endure]

But my anus. I didn’t want to dwell on that too much. I hopefully could rely on that magic of experience to make it softer, not painful, always.

I couldn’t see what was really going on most of the time and maybe that was some salvation. I could only imagine what it looked like to observers, a whole hand going up inside a young fool’s rectum, really stretched, gaping, but I really wanted to leave that curiousness cancelled.

Now I’d had more time to learn the skill of milking along with my first ever sex I was more confident, felt a bit safer, didn’t so much mind my walking around with a big boner oozing stuff even when the son and others saw me. I believed that I was doing what I was supposed to do and mostly no one seemed to mind the gizem.

He’d stopped asking if I had a hard on. I had a huge penis and it was as stiff as a board. That was the reality. I could deal with it I guessed because fucking Lilly was simply good enough to die for. And I bet myself this dairy had never had a full time two legged human male fucker on staff before. Bulls, yes, but not like me. I thought that was funny and although I’d gathered some reassurances, tenuous but still good, I wished that I could learn more before being further scrutinized again by the man I remembered as my Popeye overlord.

I was in love. I still glowed with the milk house experience. I knew exactly where my totally sticking out penis belonged now. I was confused, young and naive for sure, but loving Lilly. She steadied my purpose, gave me some courage because I could still smell her essence on me. I could revel in that feeling of ejaculating into her and she loved it. I felt like embracing myself and pondering her on me, the touch so savory. I got an erection on top of the current erection and unconsciously I played with my penis until it ejaculated and that didn’t take long. Seems I could ejaculate at will with very little effort. Nice.

I realized I wasn’t peeing or pooping and that fact hadn’t dawned on me. I guessed because I was so busy learning how to fuck I was going to have to ask Lilly about that.

I looked down and admired my penis appendage and kept stroking it slowly to feel its length. It was amazing; such a presence in swinging flesh. Lilly was right. The joy of fucking with love in my heart was something I’d not realized possible. The utterly shy boy inside my psyche was turning off for the summer, for some strange reason.

My penis seemed a real point of pride for both the dairy owner, wanting to apparently offer my services, assumed I’d be fucking something, and the strange new women in my life. I just worried about having to fuck something with four legs although Lilly told me there was no way that was going to happen. Maybe I was going to fuck many women. What women? Perhaps there were women I wasn’t aware of yet. I relished learning how to satisfy lots of women like a real pro, a breeding professional.

Any of the popular kids back in school would never dream of how cool my summer job was. I didn’t own a cool car, didn’t have any cool clothes, wasn’t ever considered cute until now. Now I was both completely naked and cool! Such an easy thing to do, stay naked, no clothes to worry about at all.

I wondered if regular women had vaginas as nice as Lilly’s.

“Hah,” I day dreamed. I was talking to high school kids as they gathered around. “Are you kidding? No, I’m not bothered by my nudity. You wouldn’t be either if you had a penis like mine. Just look at it; go ahead and take a feel. Wait. Here, let me make an erection for you; there. I’m a breeding sire livestock at the dairy. Oh, don’t worry about the gizem. Lilly eats it. It’s that good. I’m a professional now. I fuck many women day and night. My services are sought after and the fees collected are huge, yeah, kind of like my penis. Get it? I fuck for crowds of observers. It puts that whole old morality B.S. into a different light. I’m expected to fuck on demand. It’s totally regarded as a very good thing.”

I was still feeling a bit damp from “cleaning” the milk house and found easy day dreaming about Lilly tending to take my attention away from my work. I had wandered into the parlor alone having headed in before anybody else. I was obviously anxious to eat the last meal because I was hungry after my afternoon workout hoping milking would go quickly. The lulling steam and the warmth from the cows was soothing me into the zone and I simply wasn’t paying much attention to any others arriving, cows moving into the stanchions by habit, I could start working all alone.

I bravely washed teats, electing to put the milking machine cups on by myself and getting a pretty good rhythm going. I felt I was in the groove, moving pretty fast. I realized the others were arriving quietly and assumed they were already getting to work. I just kept paying attention to my cows and actually enjoying it. I wanted Lilly and the boys to see me really, actually milking like I knew what I was doing. I wanted to vindicate myself after the teasing I’d endured at the kitchen.

Cows started passing more quickly down the line of stanchions both in back and front of me and I was pleased to see we would be moving along quicker toward eating. I was dwelling on food if I wasn’t dwelling on Lilly’s gorgeous body.

I was milking and ejaculating at the same time taking a stroke or two between washing teats, keeping that great ejaculation feeling going. That would just have to please her seeing me so into it, a bit dizzy with orgasm.

I was busy rinsing gizem off of my penis as someone passed me, brushing by, actually putting their hands on me familiar like. Although I didn’t want to brush that off I needed to keep focused on work and warm water on my penis always felt great. I noted the hands were intrusive, exploring and I assumed it to be Lilly fooling around me for a grope I welcomed. I laughed and kept on washing, wiggled and pushed my butt at her like I was asking for a deep probe.

I felt pleased like the world was right and I had my head stuck in the leg pit of a cow just like the technique the other milkers used. I was glad I was grope ready for her, all flesh, butt in the walkway and I didn’t turn my head to observe the owner of the hand smooth sinking deeper. I didn’t want to give the cow a chance to kick by easing up the pressure with my head and my erection felt so good to be sticking straight out in the breeze for an occasional feel and some warm water from the hose as the grope caused my ejaculation to really let go. “OOooh, sweet!”

I was glad it was Lilly being her usual self. “Hey”, I said as I continued washing away, the stimulus giving rise to increased stiffness, Lilly anticipation as I gave my erection a couple more warm squirts. I wouldn’t be hesitant to take an invite to make love to her, yes even in front of the four guys. Now I was ready to exhibit my new knowledge of “Fucking” and hoping for it any time, anywhere. After all, it was my new obligation.

I heard more movement in the walkway; there seemed to be a lot of feet moving around. The cows were passing along even more quickly now. A good sign, supper, by the minute, would be getting yet closer to my stomach.

There were more fondles coming next and I wasn’t offended by their gropes, warm rubs up and down my butt crack, but rather enjoying it as evidenced by a longer penis that pointed the way to welcoming warm hands.

I finally turned, smiling, laughing, quick gripping my penis to stroke off some gizem by being a goof with my new found skills. Waiting for the right moment to grab another hose and perhaps Lilly if she was still within reach. My eyes caught sight of something only slightly familiar. It wasn’t Lilly I saw at the end of the stanchions near the small door. In the steam I thought I recognized the tall person who had been introduced by Lilly as Branch from the milk house experience. It was her beautiful tall sister with the long ears. I stopped short and stared. This was the evening milking and I was in the company of the four sister crew, just like that and it was so different.

There she was, for real. I felt the urge to need to talk to Lilly, right then, to get an explanation as to what was going on. I was excited to get a chance to be near Branch because she was just so gorgeous but this was sudden. I really didn’t know her and the fact she was so exotic caused me extra caution although I’d been given some very erotic groping by her in the milk house. She seemed nice enough but in a very strange and powerful way.

I looked the other way down the walkway between the stanchions and I saw three other females, the others introduced as Lilly’s sisters.

I saw the smallest of them who had begun to fuck me before the vision went away. I didn’t see Lilly and I didn’t see any of my fellow bunk mates. The milking parlor was inhabited merely by myself and four new characters who were so unnatural, to say the least, and my response was a very creepy feeling. My erection lost pressure like a flat tire. It was eerie; they all seemed busy milking like they belonged in the parlor but they were surrounded by weird energy and not paying attention to me.

Yet apparently at least one had deep groped my anus; must have. Who else would have done that?

[Becoming so routine]

The milking was non-hesitant on their part. They were doing routine so natural for them and I suddenly felt more naked in this changed environment because glow turned to chill. It was like the bad dream of being caught out in public with nothing on. I was a stranger, naked for real. This kind of introduction was over the top for renewed shy person fears. I pondered trying to sneak out and run away but the allure of being nude among them was also possibly titillating, sneaking up on me to grip me male because they were interested in me before, perhaps not in the same way as Lilly, but still very much so.

But I had to keep focus so the milking machines wouldn’t lose suction, fall off and lose vacuum. I needed to talk to someone, maybe one of them, pronto.

I decided to move toward Branch after I checked my cows, milk machines, to take up talking with her, to see if she would respond. I was so tentative but my contrary penis’s response to my fears was an odd tingling feeling as it went erect against my wishes regardless of fright. Did the thing have eyes, did it see Branch? Maybe these magical sisters were possessing me or more likely - just it.

I quickly but carefully headed down the walkway toward her, looking back and both ways as I went. When near I cleared my throat as she worked on a cow like she knew what she was doing. That fact also created more questions needing answers. I pushed down on my erection but of course that only stimulated it more.

I couldn’t stop myself from studying her body, the odd character of her jumper like clothing, the beautiful glowing skin, the sheer elegance of her. My penis was crazy with stretching like it was seeking allure, possessed. I just rested my hands on it for lack of a better use at the moment. I was hopelessly embarrassed by that long over length thing moving around like it wanted to leave me and shake hands with her.

“What’s the matter with you”, I whisper-growled at my appendage.

Branch became attentive to my presence, turned and stared at me for just a moment. “Hi, excuse me, I’m Tom. Sorry to intrude but I was wondering if you know where Lilly and ... or, you know, the other milkers are? I don’t see them.” There was silence and Branch had turned back to her work. Now the hair on the back of my neck was starting to bristle ... getting uncomfortable, getting weird. My erection didn’t subside in that suspense but rather got even longer, stiffer like it was reaching for her. “What the... ? Uhm, sorry to bother you ... uh, sorry”, I began to turn, to back away quietly, giving up, disappointed, no, more like freaked out.

“You don’t need to apologize.” Words came from Branch although she didn’t turn to look at me right away. The quality of her voice was just amazing. It kind of sent shivers through me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be ... well, sorry.” How stupid of me, silly responses.

I just stopped, turned back and worried about cups falling off my cows but was frozen in my tracks for the moment. It felt as though I was trapped in place and I looked back at her as I anticipated walking away really quickly but I couldn’t move.

Eventually Branch turned her head to look at me. She focused on my butt for a long moment, studying it, eyebrows raised and realizing her interest I took my hands away from my penis, nervously, slowly turned back and kind of wiped my hands on my legs as if I was pretending a purpose. I looked down to try to notice what she was interested in and then we both raised our gazes slowly. She was surveying me entirely.

I first raised my arms to nervously fold them in front and her expression didn’t change. Then quickly I raised them and folded my hands on the back of my head as if my arms were in the way. I was shyly gripped with indecision, a brain cramp and some sense I was supposed to do that for her. There was indecision, mine, grappling with impulses from a will influencing me mysteriously. It was unsettling. I just stood with my arms high and didn’t move an inch.

I felt ridiculous almost like she was holding a gun on me. I felt like being called on to come forward, stand in front of the class room, not knowing my assignments including being completely naked with an erection and oddly my penis was pulling forward causing me to bend that way.

She continued to stare and turned around to face me as she rose up to full height. She was taller than my just under six feet and she was absolutely regal. Her beauty took my breath away for a second and I must have been even more wide eyed than I had been at my last first encounter with Lilly. She almost smiled and focused on my eyes in an inquiring eye way. I sensed she probably thought I was goofy but she was so breathtaking, alluring, magical. She was beyond my ability to describe.

I found myself unable to look away although my senses were telling me to run for it. I was compelled in a weird fright shocking me out of my wits while it seduced me to be her property willingly.

She continued to study me like I was her very own accomplishment and then spoke. “Come closer.” I did, shuffled, worried, and she reached out with the long fingers of both elegant hands and ran them from my raised elbows slowly down, down my outer arms, down my sides, my chest and my hips, pressing harder, almost to the point of hurting and felt so very warm and arousing.

I sighed, probably shook and I closed my eyes as my erection just throbbed to a painful state of want and stretching. She had some kind of amazing effect on me and the energy running through me was almost overwhelming like a humming vibration. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to maintain, not collapse in a hopeless pile.

Emotionless she said, “Turn around.” I followed her command without question twisting my neck, trying to keep my eyes on her. But when I was standing with my back to her I felt her hand slide down my butt crack pressing for a bit in my anus, her other hand holding against my stomach forcing me closer to her, touching, pulling me back without effort. She pushed me to bend over and my apprehension continued as I felt what I assumed were more fingers quickly probing in my anus. “Bend.” There was no more spoken explanation and it happened so quickly. Yes, this time it was hurting and I wanted to yell but held back.

The hand rubbed for a bit and then pushed in with a very strange sensation that was different than when Lilly did it. I tingled so much I lost sense of my middle altogether and again I almost cried out and shook.

I felt a new reach to grip my shoulder and it pulled me back up, kind of crooked me at the middle as her hand twisting simultaneously pushed in further with a kind of lunge and worked around twisting more as if seeking a norm. That breech of me was painful, sharp at first but it suddenly felt, became no more than a firm rub would feel but certainly utterly invading me. It seemed to consume my entire middle body as if her invasion was so much more than anything before. I was paralyzed. I was so frightened. It was an utterly different kind of pain than I’d experienced with Lilly. This person was so immensely strong, strong enough to lift me off the ground. There was no joy in her handling of me, a stranger.

I waited hoping for magic and was really worried about immense strength, her intentions, her gladless manner. I may have whimpered again as she jerk turned me in place. The fingers finally felt like they were in even further and my penis was somehow being massaged from inside me. That part was familiar and the energy from within my body, hers, was somehow coursing up through my penis, so bold. It was entirely stimulating, crazily so.

She was revisiting what Lilly did to me over and over again and my penis jumped, started doing tricks very similar. But this was, I believed, her arm, wrist, something further up in my body, big, that rude feeling of astonishing invasion very much more inside and I felt I was owned by her probe as she actually lifted me off the floor with her efforts, rising from the floor using her arm up my anus. I was in her clutches and frightened thoroughly as limp as a rag doll aside from my penis and I felt what seemed enormous amounts of gizem ejaculating from me although I was not able to see in a nearly blacked out state. My mind was so confused, in pain. I was sure she was going to kill me on the spot.

It was like I weighed nothing to her. She spun me around again briskly and the hand work continued without explanation, a big arm pushed against my butt crack firmly and, though alarming, it didn’t really hurt after mere moments, exactly, but my penis was acting so queer and seemed far bigger, stretching, fat, girth pulsing with energy. She was even more authoritative than Lilly and I felt there was no use to fighting back. Even if I was about to die in her hands that was that and I had no way of escaping. I wondered if Lilly would care if i died.

She took my right arm to pull forward and then my hand which was like a limp rag of fear and grasped it, held it. With her free hand, now suddenly removed from my anus, she reached forward and slid it down alongside my stomach, squeezing, sensing as she worked with her finger nails, which hurt, continuing on around my penis base and balls squeezing hard. It tickled and hurt simultaneously.

She moved down the length slowly gripping my erection warm, lower, back down, feeling, squeezing my balls more firmly for long moments, again very warm and slimy, actually hot as they felt swollen and a flood of gizem shot out. The volume of it splattered on the cement below like buckets full.

This was no turn on because I was out of my wits frightened and waiting for more pain to grip me.

She pulled, stood me up and let her hand slowly return into my anus as if it was more effortless this time. She only left it there momentarily and then removed it making me feel like I was having a giant poop. I wondered if my anus was a gaping hole and knew I would never be able to see that.

She turned me using my hard penis as a tiller. She looked into my eyes, studying as she re gripped my penis pulling on it long again and again, slowly pulling me more toward her and I noted something too frightening, unworldly that felt like my soul was being searched for answers.

Again she turned me around holding my erection with her one hand and then that familiar search in my butt crack with her other hand. She was going to, yes, repeat rubbing my anus to stick her hand back through. Without saying a word she revisited Lilly’s procedures standing at my side as my penis was pulled up and anus hand inserted deeper. But I bent over of my own free will this time. I felt I was merely her livestock butt puppet, I should comply or die, or maybe both.

I felt Branch’s fingers again examining the backside of my penis, somewhat that same feeling but perhaps deeper, and I felt her gripping my erection much more firmly as it began to move around. Her anus hand was pressing full depth, a feeling filling my midsection and I bent over further to willfully accommodate her work, to ease the searching, hoping for less pain and I realized now I was not paralyzed as I bent over even more. This was different.

It felt as though my penis was merely an extension of her hand up inside, beyond my anus. Then she bent over and kissed my ear. Maybe that was a thank you and her work in my anus had again assumed magic because it again didn’t hurt, in fact I couldn’t feel it anymore at the point of entry. In general I felt bloated through my mid section although without the paralysis like I had when Lilly was getting so aggressive with her searching.

Branch felt up alongside my body, slowly, stopping to rest on my shoulder surrounding my neck. I felt like I’d been examined by a doctor, or simply grossly violated, not sure.

She put her hand around my neck, gripping it firmly, tilting me head back sharply while she gripped my penis with the other hand. She continued squeezing both. I was about to melt into a puddle on the floor, was love smitten in and out of pain and horror with realization of what she was doing to me, foolish and entirely scared bent up defenseless in front of such a powerful creature. But it was like she was testing for something and measuring the results noted through the feel of my erection as she stroked it more rapidly and squeezed harder on my throat. I was completely defenseless and getting very light headed as it bobbed about on top of my choked neck, a sense of near blacking out as gizem rushed from me.

“I’m Branch.” She stood me up and my penis stiffened up noticeably with a jerk, even more with the warmth of her inducements. I simply managed a “WooooaHooh, Hi” as I panted breathlessly, very light headed, trying not to fall down.

Surely she was a creature not of this planet. And then, with all that, my penis suddenly let loose a considerable jerk of steady gizem on her. That felt good, a welcome relief but I was embarrassed. I began to relax, welcome release as I noted vast amounts of gizem probably from the previous ejaculations globbed on the floor. She didn’t mind that at all as it splattered about like heavy paint.

Branch seemed pleased to introduce herself to me although she was reserved and again, regal, so naturally. She put one hand under my arm, the other on my erection using it to turn me, to get my attention which her grip certainly did because my usually sensitive penis was now hyper sensitive and felt wondrously arousing when touched.

She alerted me because some of the cups I’d been working were coming loose and I suddenly jumped to attend to them and blurted out another, “Sorry” on my way to grab them with my light headedness a kind of drunkeness causing me to stagger and I was slipping around in all the gizem.

My extra elongated modified penis was swinging side to side, up and down as I jogged back and nervously managed the cows I had been working on to get the machine cups straightened out. And, I felt really stupid with all that gizem splattering about.

I glanced at Branch several times to acknowledge my disbelief I was witnessing new milkers in the parlor who were not like anybody I had ever seen. I felt the results on her frightening anus probe like a weird vacuum inside me plus that strange extra long penis commanding by its yet bigger new size. The shock of what had just happened to me in such close order drill was trying to settle in my psyche but my brain was whirring and the aura I sensed, smelled on Branch, was really present.

I had no idea where they came from or the why of it other than Lilly had claimed to be their sister. But they had an aura about them beyond words for me to describe and the influence kept my penis super erect while I did my work, regardless of how I felt. And Branch, as gorgeous a creature as she was, had put her own hand way up inside my butt to massage, do something inside me. I kind of felt like I’d just received the most amazing up my ass autograph from a famous renowned star in her realm.

They were all way different than Lilly and Lilly was so unusual. But at this point Lilly seemed so much more the normal person.

As I managed to get everything squared away I turned my head toward where Branch had been hoping to hurry back to her cow but she was standing right behind me. I turned around slowly and felt puny in her shadow. I looked up with innocent eyes and admired her. It was so odd not to feel totally upset by the moments ago experience of her handling me so abruptly but there was a calming influence. My penis was reacting as if it was in love with her, stretching to reach out and commencing to ejaculate in rapid little spurts. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I totally expected to have her stick her fingers up my butt any moment and then I looked the other way because I felt some presence to the side. The other three milkers were standing, gathering, pressing close all around me.

Some smiled and they were completely unique, not like Branch’s regal reserve but more pixie like. I thought them more like Lilly. They commenced to swarm me, not a word, me in a new fright as they pressed against me from all angles. They were handling me, pushing me into the middle among their groping. It got so warm and so very intrusive. Hands were reaching from all directions and I felt many very warm hands here, there, all moving, mostly focusing on my penis and balls, crotch, everything about my mid section and in the region of my anus.