Chapter 23: The Dairy Nymphs

[And things were settling in, the education on me satisfying the supernatural deities, learning the skills of the nectar cycle sucking nipples in unison with ejaculating out behind the barn...

... then getting more proficient, as you can see, and it was time for...

[ ... Team Training in all the muck and poop!]

Evening milking went on routine after I did as I had done the evening before wandering into the parlor to find it empty but with cows entering into open stanchions.

I started closing stanchions and dropping food into the feeders, washing teats and preparing to put milk machines on udders. I felt cold all naked without anyone else there and it was chilling like for reasons other than just temperature. Kind of weird. I hadn’t heard anyone enter the parlor yet but within moments there they were, my four nymph lovers beginning their work and there was a new warm glow cast to the atmosphere as soon as they arrived. Of course I had a boner. No need to ask.

I forced my shyness aside as I walked among them and asked for a hug, as directed by my heart, timid, something I never would have had the courage to do in my former youth. That was funny. I could not have bolstered the courage to ask anything from a girl and now I wanted a hug in the nude! I was hoping that the deities would approve.

Each in turn didn’t hesitate to embrace me and seemed pleased with my greeting. I needed to feel they were still my loves; I need to feel them on me and I told each of them that I loved them very much. They were pleased and Siza guided her hands on me, descending pleasure. It immediately gave her something stiffer to hold on to. Now I felt very safe in her arms and I told her so as she clutched my love rudder and balls.

Milking went on and we all knew we were solely in charge of getting the milking done correctly. The old man had been taken to the hospital, not for more tests but rather because his heart condition had deteriorated, a full blown heart attack. I was less than two weeks 18 years old and I would soon feel the pressure of the son expecting me to be responsible for the milking operation along with being his breeder livestock. And that was just the tip of my coming experience. I would be immersed balls and all in shouldering my duties to keep everyone fucking happy as the dairy kept running smoothly.

It wasn’t long before Siza was teasing me and I braced myself, pretended to try to resist her but she was laughing and grabbing so hard I just became weak. I feared a repeat of the previous night’s tortures, she and I both on the floor in the lather slippery sliding over each other as she kept trying to insert my penis into the milking machine suction cups instead of sitting on my erection herself. It was trying, I was hoping, telling her I’d rather “Please stick my penis in you?” I complained the vacuum in the system was going to fail but she would stick the extra milk machine cups all greased up anywhere on me as if they were leeching my blood just to keep them from sucking air.

First, seductively, she’d smeared me all over with gobs of cow balm without telling me the purpose. With one greasy finger poked deep in my anus she used her other hand to waste volumes of cow balm all over me. My penis was going rock hard in anticipation but the balm simply helped make the cups stay on better. And I couldn’t, didn’t even want to get away from her with her finger anchored in actually feeling wonderful.

I expected the cow balm was being used to lubricate easy vagina fun so I didn’t resist her efforts. She was loving me up with rubbing and I was so ready to make fuck with her repeated times just like before, that is before I was attached and expected to make love to the crazy milking machine sucking relentlessly.

It sucked and it throbbed and so did my penis. Siza was so strong I was in her control and I was covered with funny puck marks from those cups sucking, marks that looked all in the world like Hickeys. Gobs, piles of balm were here and there where she kept lubing me all over. Soon I was in heaven with her fun, not the least bit scared other than wondering what was happening to the milking machinery as I giant ejaculated into the cup, extra gizem shooting in all directions over and over again. Lilly held the cup on with all her might as the hose attachment whipped wildly.

Things would shudder as Siza screeched laughing but I didn’t mind cow balm making me anything but softer for her to enjoy and for me to slip it into her where I loved to go, if and when the opportunity came close.

On went various other antics as milking progressed, using me as her toy. I was her sex slave as she used herself on me while I tried to wash teats and we fucked in every imaginable kind of situation and position all over the parlor. The passion was simply nuts and like I mentioned, seemed to be trying to make up for lost time in a somewhat senseless fury causing repeating ejaculations with no end, some in the milking machine and some in Siza, some in Fern and Pool. Again, I found her passion was reminding me of that first night they abused me in the parlor and it should have served to cool my participation because I couldn’t really feel the love in this whatsoever.

But I loved ejaculating in series non-stop one vagina after the other. The copious amounts of Happy-mess gizem all over the parlor was unbelievable, actually hilarious. Siza was on a roll, feeling free to use me no end, slipping and sliding in the results and never running out of desire. It was as if she had waited for my arrival for a very, very long time and now she was making up for it.

With continued fucking I couldn’t figure out why there needed to be such an element of hurry. This surprised me, a change in mood from our first embrace as milking began. There was no evidence as to why her mood would change so unexpectedly. It was just wild nutty sex Siza style but I couldn’t complain much because, after all, I was getting fucked by gorgeous female creatures and the strangeness of their magic made my orgasms come as often as they wanted them, no end, no harm to me whatsoever. I loved the surge. I would never get tired of it; in fact it just got better and better.

“Siza!”, interrupted Branch. “Really... ?” Siza was the craziest of the four and I would come to expect a lot of teasing from her. “I don’t care if you tease me Siza. I love you. Just don’t hurt me, okay?” I’d repeat that request many times in the future and I had to trust she would not really cause me harm. She loved me but also didn’t seem to know her own strength plus her desire to fuck regardless of circumstances was overwhelming, an appetite - endless, any time and anywhere. Really, anywhere, and I would find she most loved to fuck me in public.

[It certainly took some time for the public to begin to get used to seeing a two legged breeder at work in their midst - no conversation, just fucking]

These nymphs were ageless and I had to wonder how they had managed to exist without sex with a male because of the way they hungered for it now. I also wondered how they were satisfied with only one of me and not having many more partners to play with. Lots more questions for me to ask probably requiring payment back with sex favors.

My entire routine at work now settled into something I could probably rely on in the future as a sturdy breeding animal. I spent most of my time not actually milking or washing cows but rather standing behind one of the nymphs in a continual kind of effleurage stroking movement using my everlasting erection, in and out - in and out, in their beckoning vaginas. As I would come to understand this was pretty much exactly what the Holstein bull spent his days doing rather with four legged cows. I just kept quite casually inserting myself, no worries or fuss and fucking. The bull would sniff around first to sense if the cows was ready, then mount, and quite quickly dismount because that poor bugger had no lasting power. Yet it didn’t seem to bother him because, again, he would just move to another female. Me too.

I reminded myself of John’s cantor in vocalizing his desire for more viewed sex, “in and out - in and out”. It was a good life, the sisters working on a cow expecting me to work on them; so of course I would. And I ejaculated, growing results, each and every time. Then on to the next partner moving down the stanchions, a more enhanced orgasm and major ejaculation.

I was learning more control if I wanted to fuck longer.

But when the surge subsided another one might sneak up and grab me away by my penis, reaching, pulling it out, still oozing, no time to let it soak, and I’d do the same for them as they milked or perhaps another if they decided to share me mid orgasm. I was in a state of having sex continually without a break and most of the time I loved it although I couldn’t manage to make any sense of their sense of routine.

There was purpose in their handling of me yet I couldn’t figure it out, yet. And my penis never got sore for some magical reason. Even if Siza would act wild she would always handle the penis part of me with care as if it was a precious thing. And, the abundance of gizem everywhere was a sloppy slurry slippery slough of slick non friction passion.

I wondered if they also stuck their hands up into the bull’s anus to make adjustments to his penis. I hadn’t seen them do that and Branch gave me a look for my thoughts which simply told me that “NO” they didn’t do that.

Oh well. I wasn’t all wrong. The vet coming to check cows for pregnancy stuck his arm up the cow’s butt clear to his shoulder.

Eventually Siza made it her duty to be in charge of the erection selection towing me from one vagina to another and plugging me in. She would methodically treat my penis with oodles of cow balm, snotty soap substance or both, which to me was strangely mesmerizing as she dabbed it on.

She would apply the balm kind of ritualistically, all around the head of my penis, across the opening which happened to feel like electricity traveling to my balls, then carefully guiding me into the next waiting breech effortlessly as if it wasn’t already gooey enough, each being fucked yet again during milking.

Each new fuckee would keep working without even acknowledging my penis breeching their space. So I didn’t grab at them or feel their hips but merely would let my erection slide in and out several times perhaps before caressing breasts, stuff like that. But I got more bold in time.

[When first confronted with the sister nymphs, evening milking, and their immediate antics to fuck]

I totally lost count. The ejaculations kept taking less stroking to initiate and pretty soon I was filling the current partner with giant gizem almost immediately.

Siza seemed to enjoy that charge, her helping hand in on the act making my penis her duty adding more cow balm and their shampoo to the operation plus using her juicy hand twisting in my anus while standing at my side. The method got so rapidly arousing. Pretty soon I was going off before being inserted which only made a bigger mess. I couldn’t help but wonder what went on in her mind as she massaged my balls but I didn’t want her to read that thought coming from me as I was worried about her big hand hurting more than needed if she got the idea to go wild inside my rectum.

I thought I’d been pretty much thoroughly indoctrinated into the milking parlor routine as the male subject, having serviced each of the three ladies countless times. I was back on Siza again plying the impossible work of trying to make her content when she suddenly decided, who knows why, to once again start using the milking machine on me.

I didn’t struggle because that was useless and I just stood there while she giggled and slipped a suction cup over my wiener. Truth is the suction was marvelous and quite stirring. Siza stood in front of me using her hand to keep the cup attached while the other cups sucked wind with a lot of noise.

I was getting weak in the legs and starting the black out even before the vacuum in the system could begin to fall. I knew I was going to ejaculate into the milk supply and I couldn’t help but wonder about that going through the milk house filter. “Siza, please, I’m going to go off real quick.”

Siza howled laughing as I staggered to keep erect only to fire off a first impulse and amazingly the suction cup remained intact and seemed to swallow the contents of my orgasm. It was a wonder the system could absorb that and I suspected some magic in play as the hose jiggled violently. Everything hoses violently jerked and quivered as the sisters were all laughing.

Siza was continuing to cackle with glee as I staggered back against the stanchion pipes and ejaculated into the milking machine some dozen times with a yell each time. That thing could really suck. I wasn’t sure it wasn’t a better fuck than the sisters. Each ejaculation seemed to be sucked on so hard it threw my body forward and it did feel extra enthralling. My mouth watered, my eyes watered, my nose itched. I found my arms lurching to grab at the sucking cup as if I was going to caress it like I would have if it had been Siza attached.

“OH SIZA. If only you could fuck me like this thing does... !”

Then I noticed Branch stiffened up suddenly, ears twitched, looking down past us to the far end of the stanchions beyond. The farmer’s wife had arrived in the parlor and was standing there looking in a bit of amazement, not at the nymphs who she was used to seeing but rather me, soapy slimed all over with snotty hanging globs, funny looking red marks, gobs of Bag Balm everywhere and oh so aroused penis surging in the milking machine and stretching the supply lines.

The rubber hoses attached next to me were still jerking rather wildly while the vacuum sucked in the gizem and that had to look alarmingly ridiculous. I bet that she’d never seen anything like that before, some guy fucking the milking device.

I stumbled mentally to ponder just what this present situation would seem like to her but she already knew my body intimately by hands on experience in the kitchen. She was used to and thoroughly liked Lilly performing our outrageous behavior at the house so I didn’t totally understand her surprised look outside of the fact I just looked ridiculous ejaculating hugely into the milk supply inventory.

I had to think fast because I was really embarrassed and I was worried she didn’t seem to get along with the four nymphs like she did with Lilly.

Things seemed a bit tense.

I turned toward the wife with the sucking cup still attached, all the hoses dragging along, looking really stupid. Siza, shuffling sideways, grabbed the milking machine off with a quick “schmuck”, a real yank on my erection with enormous amounts of gizem following. She hung it up. Then, without hesitation, apparently no thought about our new guest, she backed down on my penis until it was completely absorbed inside her, amazingly. I just remained stiff, was yet not really able to think straight and totally wondered what drove Siza showing off in front of our visitor.

I stepped back out of Siza to turn around, covered with gizem, to act like I was really working on a cow but Siza was in no way willing to give me up. Reaching around, she grabbed the skin on my stomach in a pinch that really hurt; she twisted us back together. At that sudden impulse I simply felt the grip of utter panic crawl up my back and it must have had some passionate affect on Siza as she moaned aloud and pressed to me even firmer, recommencing, fucking vigorously. This was simply insane and I let go of another huge ejaculation just like that. What a mess exploding sideways.

It was obvious Siza had no compulsions against having sex in front of the wife. The nudity issue was nothing that bothered nymphs and I was understanding how any of the four attached to me in full view of strangers would inhibit them - not at all. They actually seemed to relish it.

Once the intercourse was under way it seemed a nymph was not willing to be interrupted for any reasons what-so-ever. I felt they would be willing to go at it, with me attached, in front of the Pope at the Vatican if the situation were to arise. I envisioned gobs of snotty gizem hanging all over his excellence.

The wife started to say something to me in her usual German accent but seemed dialect extra heavy for the moment. Maybe she was nervous. Maybe my ears didn’t work. I knew I would have to move to her end of the parlor to understand exactly what she was saying. Siza, crazy as always, was unwilling to uncouple as I attempted to pull away, to protective-grab-recover my penis with my grip.

[And by contrast there were the times siza was very willing to stay still, this a favorite for both of us as she got a good tongue lashing in her behind from me ;-)]

Siza squeeze-reached under, inserted, grabbed my balls, OUCH, and pulled us together like a wheel barrow race moving down through the stanchions, she directly in front of me, lots of gizem pumping, flailing. She hurriedly towed us -in-out- slapping together, straddling, inserting, squeezing by the other nymphs to get directly in front of the wife who intently stared without expression at our moving parts. I assumed maybe she was absorbing the shock of seeing live sex in action, Siza and I, but really it was certainly nothing new to her.

Siza’s grip made it perfectly clear to me I’d better not try to get away from her again so I painfully complied, coupled, just kept us attached as I followed her lead shuffling along and stroking away in the action of attempting to duck walk in synchro-fuck.

Although I was worried about the wife’s presence the whole situation with Siza oddly made me more aroused than ever, even without anus fingers applied, probably because I found the wife attractive. I knew she wanted to fuck me and there was something compelling about her I couldn’t define. Although I felt totally ridiculous I never lost my aroused state even a little, so strong. The uplift of my curling penis was trying to control Siza.

We arrived to stand right next to the wife and Siza resumed slowly continuing in and out, picking up speed ever so gradually, plainly not paying any attention to her as if she wasn’t even there, making love noises making it even harder to attend to what the wife was trying to tell us.

Siza totally seemed the jerk.

The wife was dressed up in her best clothes and she closed to tighten her overcoat in a kind of a protective gesture but didn’t back away from us even though we were touching close and slimy. In her own environment, the kitchen at the house, the wife readily participated in whatever Lilly was doing to me, taking sex quite seriously. This parlor appearance seemed seriousness of a different nature entirely, a mood entirely different for the owner’s wife I knew.

She looked us over intently to include the fact I was behind fucking Siza while she tried to reach up my rectum with impossible contortions reaching through my legs. With raised eyebrows wife calmly continued in a serious tone. “My husband has had a mild heart attack and will have to be in the hospital for a time. He is going to be alright. His son will be busy with other things so he won’t be able to help much around here. I hope you all can manage and I’m sure you can. I know you realize what this means.”

Her eyebrows rose in an expression which referenced our current slapping sped up activity but she looked around at all the sisters as if she was nodding to each with concern. “Let me know when and if you need anything and I’ll make sure it is taken care of. We have arranged for a driver for the tank truck everyday and hopefully things will be back to order...”

She halted mid sentence and looked me up and down once again I would assume because Siza was increasing her passion, still going at it on the front of me - in front of her. Siza was happily enjoying the sex pretending to be totally oblivious to the wife’s attention as if she didn’t care about the old man’s health. I think the wife was trying to retrieve her train of thought in this lurid noisy display and was probably trying to keep from getting aroused herself as Siza finally looked up at her and smiled sweetly.