Chapter 22: Enlightenment

“I don’t know how you managed to survive those frightening ejaculations”, I said, “but you seemed to like it.” “You can be sure I LOVED IT”, said Lilly. “Know that I MUST experience that but next time we have to get it right.” “Get it right?”

I thought how strange that sounded. How would one get an event like that “right”. There seemed little if any control.

“I’m still quite frightened by the experience”, I added. “The ever increasing output is an astounding thing. It’s actually explosive.” “For sure”, said Lilly. “But next time I want to feel all of it inside me. There has to be that experience of fulfillment. It is required and you are the one to do it! Lock and Load. Let it explode!”

I accepted what she said, her preference, and assumed she knew best even though there was no way I could wrap my mind around it.

I had no idea how I was able to survive the event but it seemed to do me no harm whatsoever other than nearly blacking out with each blast. It felt like my body’s energy left my head and headed for my penis. And I wondered just how the sisters would respond to that as well.

Lilly read my thoughts. “Oh, DON’T worry. They have the same needs and wants as me. You slide it in and hang on tight lover boy. We all want to take that ride full bore! I just wish there was a way to mechanically anchor your erection in me but we’ll just have to hang on. And the more you do that to me the more you’ll be able to manage it. We are going to be fucking so much! You’re going to get really good with practice. It’s very important and we’ll be needing it all the time.”

All cleaned, patted dry, Lilly and I led the boys back outside exiting the swabbed down kitchen and walking into the sunlight. It was a fine day. The guys, spattered with debris from explosive sex, had been cleaned off to some degree by Lilly and they remained quiet as we headed up the trail back to the milking parlor. I decided to start mentioning to Lilly some of what I thought were amazing things about the four sisters who I’d spent the night with, to see her reactions to that.

“Lilly, I need to talk to you about something that happened to me last night with your sisters. It’s pretty confusing for me.” “I know,” she said. “And we’ll be spending a lot of time on that subject but don’t worry. It will all make sense to you. Right now we are going to head back to the milk house to do our clean up. That should please you.”

I pondered her meaning. Did she mean more fucking? “You bet I mean that,” she quickly responded without my uttering a sound. “I do mean more - and more and more and more!” She laughed hard and squeezed my magical penis sending a shock up all the way to the top of the inside of my head.

As we returned across the road to the entrance of the parking area we saw the son standing next to the big tractor parked in front of the tank truck. He was working on something getting ready to take the manure spreader out. Lilly got a better grip on my penis and started towing me in earnest, returning to our trainer-livestock role playing. The guys had peeled off to go to their next duties and Lilly pulled me along as we passed by the son on our way around the tank truck and into the milk house.

I kept my head down looking like I was in a stupor, acting the dumb livestock animal. I watched Lilly’s hand on my penis and also kept a glimpsing eye on him. Lilly kind of looked to the side and smirked as she towed me ahead. He briefly glanced at us pretending he wasn’t really interested.

I noted how gross the manure spreader looked. It was a combination of old dried and fresh cow poop stuck thick everywhere, thicker than seemed possible. It was kind of hilarious looking and you wondered why they never tried washing it off. I guessed the operation was simple enough and cleaning wouldn’t make much difference because more shit was yet to come. The dairy had endless amounts of it to get rid of.

It was very tall and the length-short tank sat up high above the axle and wheels in such a manner you wondered why the thing didn’t simply tip over in the field.

When it got working behind the tractor the liquid manure was flung up and around, far in all directions to the sides from the rear. It seemed like a nightmare storm of poo. It reminded me of zoo’s hippopotamus with it’s tail rotating as it did pretty much the same thing as the spreader. The dairy had a mechanical hippo.

“Lilly,” the son called, laughing. “Yeah,” she replied. “Does that one have a hard-on all the time?” Lilly stopped and turned slightly looking back at my penis in her hand like she was checking. She turned completely around, facing me, twisted her grip a bit and pulled it up like she was examining it, kind of wagging it side to side. It got very stiff, curled up hard. She softly tugged on it a couple of times rubbing her finger tips on the bottom edge and gripped my balls with her other hand which she knew would really arouse me. I knew that was just a tease for me, but it was wonderful and I closed my eyes to savor it. It throbbed. I moaned low like I thought a livestock would do.

“Well, actually, I think it is hard more of the time than not.” She shrugged her shoulders, turned toward and looked him in the eye waiting for a response as she kept thumbing the tip side to side, her renewed grip, obviously aimed straight at him to gather his attention. “Pretty amazing,” he said. “Must have a really good heart, that one.” “Oh he does -really does,” she smiled back. “He’s got a lot of good work ahead of him. You wouldn’t believe how his output is coming along. I just tested him this morning.” And HOW, I thought, remembering the recent kitchen episode. If only the son had been there. Maybe I could have shot him with gizem.

As she spoke she turned around, moved alongside me and I was surprised she would play around like that in front of him. She held on to my penis but placed her index finger over the tip like a stopper and ran her other hand inside the crack of my butt fondling her finger tips in my anus. She winked at me with a crazy smirk and I suddenly seemed to get wind of what she was planning on trying. “Oh no... , “ I whispered. She was thinking of trying to tug on it until I ejaculated, right there in front of him? I couldn’t believe that but what was I going to do about it? I was just dumb livestock.

“Let’s see if we can collect a sample,” she said. The son suddenly turned. That statement caught his attention away from the tractor. “A specimen?,” asked the son. “Yeah, you know. You could have it tested at the university.” Immediately the son seemed to approve. She knew dollar signs were materializing in his head. So Lilly began, repeated her work, same as the extension agent witnessed except this time something more was going to happen. My penis wasn’t simply going to fling gizem around.

She pulled her arm back from my butt crack, pushed me to bend over and spit on her fingers to enhance her rubbing action around my anus, to warm things up. Then she inserted her finger tips with a little exaggeration for his benefit, twisted, pushed in, finally hand disappearing. We were connected. My erection throbbed even more and stretched. It actually seemed to pull on the skin on the front of my legs as it grew. It tingled wonderfully and she started stroking slow and then increasing speed. She whispered in my ear when the son glanced away for a moment. “Think about my sister Siza for just a little bit,” which immediately clued me to a mindful wet dream scheme.

I thought about Siza and Fern working over my mid section with fingers and suction and I dreamed about Siza climbing over to fuck me delirious with her fabulous vagina. I felt funny in the legs, groaned and was getting a little light headed as she pulled her hand out slowly, then back in and out, creamy smooth, again and again. Then she bent me back up crooked at the waste for his viewing. I got weak in the knees. She reached under and started to pump my balls, luxurious, warm, squeezing in a rhythm like I’d not experienced before. Combining that with the stroking I felt like I was beginning to black out and I knew what that meant, rocket gizem time.

Chest heaving I was breathing heavier and heavier acting dramatic. “I think he’s about ready to give you a sample. We should get a container all set to go here,” Lilly told the son. “Could you... ?,” she advised him to get something ready to store a sample in. “My hands are full,” she said a bit anxiously. He immediately reached over on the window sill of the milk house and took up a dirty small coffee can that had some old nails and bolts in it. He retrieved it, banged it upside down a few times dumping the contents on the ground and quickly moved back to stand in front of me reaching forward like he was going to hand the empty can to Lilly.

Lilly put her shoulder against my back. She knew my blood flow would be escaping my brain in favor of ejaculation so she bolstered her stance for support. A bit more stroking, more rapidly, her arm in my anus again as far as it would go, twisting, all focus in my body gone to my erection, drawing - drawing away from everything.

The son was standing there watching my penis with a curious smile on his face nervously waving his wrench around in one hand and holding the can ready with the other. He was jabbering about something my ears stopped hearing in favor of that high pitched pre orgasm screech and he looked at my face between staring at Lilly’s increased action but not really understanding just what was about to happen, exactly, and when.

“I’ve got my hands full,” said Lilly again. “You’ll want to catch the sample in the can as he ejaculates in a second, take aim and get ready.”

[In his excitement the son didn’t seem to notice my body’s strange frothing over just at the moment of ejaculation initiation - so intense - about to explode]

As the pulses drew to a climax in me I resisted moaning very much although I really wanted to let it out. I bit down hard on my teeth, clenched to avoid screaming and I glanced at him with blurry vision only to see my first tremendous ejaculation rocket out and hit him square in the chest. Lilly had purposely aimed it that way ever so slowly, and carefully, not to arouse his suspicions. Before he even had a chance to respond in panic Lilly had raised my penis just slightly and the next bigger impulse shot out and hit him in the face and neck. His mouth dropped open probably ready to exclaim his surprise as the force also hit his Adam’s Apple and gizem parted his hair after his hat went flying and he had a mouthful.

Lilly faked alarm--commented, “Oh dang, you dropped the container for the sample!” The son was flailing his arms and trying to retreat, had thrown his hands up in the air and was sputtering with the gizem all over his face as his tool wrenched loose by the explosion came back down and hit him on the top of the head. He’d dropped the can, dropped to his knees, shocked by the attack and his mouth flew open again just in time to catch that carefully aimed sample intended for testing at the university. Again and again my ejaculations hit him all over as Lilly intentionally aimed it at him, various places, correcting the penis angle. After about a dozen of those he was on his ass, on the ground, combination of swearing and gagging, spitting and sitting in the gaining pool of Happy-mess gizem mud.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ... PH--UCK-atooey, plooey! Jesus Chrplplplpl-lyst! Fuckin’ shit gizem in my mouth, Oooooooooooooooh ... A-A-AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaCK PlllPllllooop!

He struggled to roll over on his knees as one last shot hit him in the ass and he crawled on his belly in the slime over behind the big tractor tire and spit-vomited-retched. I was fully expended and weak in the legs as Lilly looked up at me and smiled the biggest grin I had ever seen her smile. Her sides were visibly shaking as she held back the laughter best she could. She was almost bent over in her glee stamping her feet.

In the background I heard a voice in the distance and it sounded like Reggie. “Oh geez, Tom jerked off on the boss ... LOOK!!” I hoped the guys would stay away because I was so fearful of what the son was going to do next perhaps in reprisal.

Lilly reached down and picked up the coffee can and held it under my penis to capture some of the last of the gizem just idly globbing out in aftermath. She set the filled can the ground, neatly, next to his hat and left it for the son. As she quick pulled me ahead she said, “Wow, that was something wasn’t it? Don’t forget this sample in the can.”

We went into the milk house, closed the door and she turned around with a big grin on her face and caressed my scrotum while she stuck her tongue in my mouth giggling all the while. “Dummy,” she said, referring to the son. “Don’t look at him now when he leaves and he will get the heck out of here because he will be so embarrassed. He asked for it. He should be very pleased, although grossed out, that you perform so amazingly. He couldn’t ask for better breeding stock and he isn’t going to complain to us about what just happened. He still has dollar signs in his head because he’s so focused and greedy. Didn’t you love seeing him crawl away in all that goo like the snake that he is?”

A couple of moments later the son started up the tractor. Then while the tractor warmed up I heard a faucet turn on outside the window. It ran for a bit and I assumed that the son was washing off. We heard some gargling too.

Already Lilly was on her knees sucking on my penis to get the last of the gizem before all was gone as the tractor pulled away from the parking area heading for the manure sump. A hook up, fill, then manure spreading duties out in the adjoining fields, he would wear my work as he spread shit and dreamed about getting wealthy. Through the window I watched him going away and enjoyed the great feel of Lilly’s draw on my erection until she was done and as soon as I turned my head back from the window she was already disrobed, uniform ready to go to work.

She already had the little rubber hose hooked up to the warm water supply and was running it up into herself in such a matter of fact way, sanitizing I assumed.

I laughed. “He got so grossed out with my ejaculation in his mouth!” I laughed some more. “And now he has to go spread manure!” I cracked up. “I’ll bet he’d rather eat manure than eat my gizem.” I smiled broadly and Lilly stepped forward to begin running water on me as well while stroking my penis which was still completely erect. I didn’t give any thought to the fact everybody else had thought my gizem tasted just wonderful but no mention of that came from the son as he gagged and vomited. Of course we didn’t really ask him about that.

Lilly ran her hand through my crotch and felt up my anus. I looked into her eyes and felt love hypnotized. “C’mon you breeding livestock. We have work to do.”

She bent me over, “Hold still. Let’s practice.” She pushed the hose in to pressurize me and also stuck her fingers in to make my penis do advanced trick maneuvers. She’d immediately gone to work getting me ready for milk house cleaning. “I’ll bet you would like to have somebody do that to me, for you, while you fucked me wouldn’t you?”

“All ready mister. Now get down on that floor.” She seemed to ignore my question.

Several great big orgasms later, as I lay on the floor, I was staring at Lilly’s eyes and there seemed to be an overwhelming peace in her realm. It was like all was right with this world and beyond. The aftermath of the orgasm was being carried away by the spring water flowing across the floor and out the exit hole in the opposite corner. She wasn’t sucking it up. I figured she’d had her fill and I finally felt comfortable enough to bring up Lilly’s sisters for discussion.

Lilly was idly rocking on top of me, enjoying her pet erection, oozing post climax gizem, her eyes closed. It seemed that she was almost asleep, just lulled to a state of dreaminess, apparently satisfied into another state of mind fulfilled and not needing to break her attachment with me via our continued slow fuck. She had ridden me for three explosive episodes plus minor ones and had done a better job of remaining attached during the massive ejaculations, each time learning better how to hold on, how to ride the dynamics of the blast, what she’d helped to create from within my body. All of that energy had apparently put her into a new state of mind that pleased her very much.

I pulled her closer to me as she continued to let my penis soak and I sucked a bit on one of her nipples to get that wonderful fluid flowing in response to the ongoing mini-ejaculations. I loved doing that with her sisters. I didn’t ask her if I could do it but rather just began. In the moment, between sucks I looked directly at her and spoke hoping to get answers and she should have been very pleased to feel the gizem coursing inside her in lumpy pleasure. “Lilly, you can answer my questions? I know you can.”