Chapter 24: The Superposition of My Penis

[now that my status became elevated, with a degree greater orgasm, I was used round robin in the watering trough for long sessions of servicing and i never ran out of gizem, magically, or desire for that matter -- this ritual became routine even after I became certified breeder livestock]

Supper

In the kitchen the wife and Bernice carried on as they usually did and it was as if the wife had never come to the milking parlor earlier at all. I looked at her questioningly as she approached and immediately attached herself to my penis, her magnetic grope. She felt me up pretty good, balls and all as I watched her hands methodically inspect the resulting erection as if by braille detail before I sat down for food.

Somehow I felt she was groping more diligently than usual. It was like there was a new level of inspiration involved. I had to hold her, arms length for just a moment as I queried her look for some explanation but she just laughed and re-tugged harder on me and squeezed my balls side to side intently. I was puzzled and I put my hands on her cheeks, smiled, pulled her to me and gave her a juicy kiss. I was becoming so nervy and my body oddly moved toward her as if by gravity. I think my feet slid on the floor as I wondered where my fears of being caught by her husband had gone?

She stopped short and seemed to melt in that passion closing her eyes as she savored me. I had to wonder if she was actually in love with me too. I whispered, “You are so mysterious. You can’t imagine how much I want to make love to you, right now, on the table.” I felt a strange tingling in my penis and for a moment I thought I was going to instantly climax on her.

I was becoming quite quickly so sure of myself and I purposely ignored my shocking boldness as I returned her forwardness with some of my own. I followed both my heart and instincts honestly. And her husband was in the hospital, not at home. For the first time I seriously pondered making love to her; wondered if I could actually do it on the table for the current audience. She gave me a look as if she understand my thoughts and that’s when she seemed to cause me nearly to ejaculate on her. “Oh ... OH!” I pulled away from her in response, fearful of making a mess and as I turned toward the table she gave me a grope up my butt crack. I sighed, reached around, bent over a little, and gave her hand a warm fondle.

I turned to the table swinging my wife induced erection around. Once seated, Siza, without hesitation, came and sat in my lap, back to me. I reached around to put food in her mouth as she tickled the tip of my penis up between her legs, nestled firmly in her warm crotch like she anchored me in vagina-eze.

[The amazing vaginas capable of vibration and so many responses, snake like undulation for instance]

The jumpers the nymphs wore were short enough, no underwear, made it easy for me to grope them. They were ready for my fondling, clothed or undressed, because a shift of cloth made them openly available for my needs, penis-easy if the moment was right, and it always was.

I made a very obvious gesture to reach for the butter dish. Smiling broadly I showed Siza the really large amount of butter cupped in my fingers which I lowered under the table. That seemed to grab the attention of all assembled. I pushed the butter down both on my erection and then continuing down her crotch to culminate hand rolled up in her vagina. She laughed, wiggled and my fingers enjoyed fair play as I greased her button.

I looked into the other’s eyes for approval and getting it I put my hands under Siza’s armpits to raise her up so that I could just drop her on my buttered erection. Butter eased, slipping into her, I let her go. The shank guided vagina sank to the hilt as she descended, plop, and almost gave me an orgasm in and of itself. Wow, the amazing thrill that caused. I let out a deep sigh. I could have done that many times over again for the heck of it.

So there I simmered, penis fit, cooking in a vagina and oh so aroused.

Siza came alive and started jumping up and down on me. I was sure to have had a huge ejaculation if she didn’t slow down. It was my fault for starting her up in the first place. “Oh Siza!”, I exclaimed. “I think I’m going to climax in you, right NOW.

By some odd impulse Siza stood up, scooted the table forward and came off of my penis with a tug. Then she turned around to face me, 180 degrees, swung her leg back over me and promptly sat down on it again, shank sank all the way. I thought we were finish fucking but apparently we were just getting started.

She sat down flat and smiled into my eyes as she wrapped her arms around my neck. She put her tongue into my mouth and then began to move and vibrate on my penis leaving her tongue pretty much down my throat. I was totally hers to manipulate as she reached up and flung her jumper off over her head. I just knew for sure I was going get an orgasm now as she pulled my face into her nipples.

I wondered if all meals in the future were going to be like this. I wondered if I would have time to eat while aptly servicing my buddies. They said I was going to be fucking far more often than meals and that promise seemed to have come true to the extreme. I just hoped I’d have time to get something to eat.

The other nymphs just continued eating, new little potatoes in melted butter and spring peas, even some fresh asparagus from the nearby creek bank. They dropped their focus, not really paying any attention to us for several moments because the meal was extra good and this time they were actually eating it. I pondered their interest in food at the moment and then as Siza started making serious passion, one by one they started looking in our direction between bites. Some invisible cue was apparently the signal.

[An example with fern sitting on my penis and vibrating before beginning the rise and fall to the hilt and long enduring ejaculation]

Siza had a way of making her sex accelerate the partner’s arousal. She seemed to exude some sense of loving me even if it wasn’t uniquely Siza style. Soon I told her we were about to experience a “blast off”. The other nymphs, even Branch, now totally focused on us. Siza wrapped her legs under my chair, put her arms firmly around my neck, fixed her grip down to the back of the chair rung and got ready to hang on for dear life. Obviously she was hoping for a non-launch as the first big ejaculation impulse arrived and drove me down into the chair under her back pressure.

Siza’s legs held her steady, amazing, not rising much with the blast.

I really felt the tension in her muscles and the gizem squirted out loudly in all directions with a breaking high pressure relief valve spurt. It, for the most part, stayed under the table acting like a blast shield. Now the attention of the other nymphs was quite suddenly all ours because they were getting soaked with gizem squirting almost 360 degrees around but mostly aimed rear-ward guided by Siza’s ass crack. That meant a wad hit the wood cook range and there was a whoosh of steam, sudden, rising.

The three nymphs managed to hang on to their places and obviously were quite vicariously affected by our romance. They all writhed, wiggled and hung on, a caricature, just as Siza was. All were thoroughly involved in our fun. I went off with many more rounds of orgasm as I pulled Siza closer to me in a hug, me moaning, almost yelling, each surge a long pass of fluid ecstasy.

The wife and Bernice were standing way back to the right of the stove enjoying the fireworks from a distance and I became aware somehow the wife seemed to be more uniquely involved in the act than say Bernice was. That was strange.

It was the most enormous ejaculation yet. Dessert turned out to be the aftermath with the tongues cleaning up commencing as my ejaculation tide ebbed slowly and Siza enjoyed the last pulses before getting off of me. The dwaule greatness, the feeling of oozing snot like gizem between the two of us was greater than words can describe. My penis seemed to know no bounds in pleasuring us more and more.

The aftermath mini-ejaculations were becoming a real favorite. I loved for them to go on and on and Siza had really proved to be a trooper in holding on for the entire length of bursts. “That was the most wonderful experience yet!,” she exclaimed as she stood up and sat back, legs spread, before letting vast amounts of gizem flow back down out of her, leg-sticky, ready to be consumed by the other nymphs who gorged themselves in her crotch as she sprawled laid back on the table. Buttered new potatoes and asparagus were great but gizem for dessert, a topper.

[Always, siza was a unique fucking adventure and I loved her so]

“I have no idea how you managed to remain attached to me”, I said. “You are the winner!”

She had sustained to hold all of that material up inside herself before it shot back out and around with a blast voluminous. The results of the energy released must have caused something monumental to happen in another realm. Too bad I had no way of knowing exactly what. I had the experience of being totally soaked in a sheen of goo, all over, from my chin down to the floor. What an aftermath, Snotty soapy stuff dangling like chaos unleashed.

[So incredibly cute while she sucked, fern had enough vacuum to make me cross eyed]

Fern got down on her knees in front of me from under the table and started sucking me out similar to past orgasms in the parlor. Her sucking, of course, was deliriously fine and it made my eating supper, continuing, hard to concentrate on as I leaned over my fork. She remained below suck- evacuating my loins. Luckily the gizem explosion didn’t disturb my meal on the safe side of the blast shield and the food remained somewhat warm until I got back to it.

I commenced to finish my broiled chicken, meat which the nymphs did not partake in.

Supper was over, much cleanup had taken place and we were all laughing about having our meals served with explosive fucking. Would that happen each time we ate? “Dinner and an orgasm”, a sploodge, an old theme played out on what we did. I told them about Lilly’s dessert idea and I wondered if they would ever like to try that. “How hungry are you anyway?”, I asked. “We don’t need pudding when we have you Puddin-Penis”, laughed the wife. I looked down at Fern with her lips dangling gizem and got the drift of what she meant.

The wife pulled me over to the sink as I stood up. I was a slime covered gizem boy head to toe and she started washing me down. From top to bottom, in my bottom, my penis milked for quite a while, it was as if it really needed some extra attention. She was not going to be refused her routine so I just stood there and relented.

I wondered how long I could stand not fucking her.

I thought twice about my cockiness with her and then with my cockiness in general. Such change; I didn’t want to think too deeply about that. The former night’s meal had followed a disastrous meeting in the parlor and then the terror of confronting them in the bunk house only to find out that I was their golden boy, of sorts. I was too quickly becoming somebody I didn’t know anymore, parading around naked with a erection most of the time. What kind of image did that present to the world? I swore to leave those thoughts in a special category, only to think on them when time gave my situation a chance to develop further, always my future dangling out there, like a penis.

We walked out of the kitchen into the night air, the four nymphs and I, up the trail to the bunk house. I was handled, played with the entire way by eight fondling nymphs hands, probing fingers and a couple of times the crazy play landed my penis in a vagina as the bodies cavorted around and on me. That felt so good. I was having fun and when my erection found a home I just made quick work, as fast as I could, loving the donor with my boner but pulling out before any gizem hit the trail. I was being a tease too.

I didn’t climax, came close a few times but simply just dribbled continually, just right for keeping things lubricated. And as we finally crossed the road, headed to the bunk house doors, I let go very spontaneously, without so much as a vagina engaged, not even close.

It was quite strange, a type of misfire I would assume as I ejaculated a huge amount stopping me dead in my tracks. The push back made me weak kneed and Branch held me up as I covered the road at the crossing repeatedly, kinda funny looking on the spring-time asphalt ready to shine in oncoming headlights. The nymphs stopped and look at me quizzically and I was surprised they were surprised with their abilities to see the future. But, there it was. My magic penis had gone off accidently?

As I stood staring at all the stuff coming out of me - realizing the difference in ejaculating without a vagina for back pressure, somebody grabbed my arm and started pulling me across the road as I slid all over in the gizem. “C’mon! Hurry up,” said Fern. You’re wasting it.

When we were all on our beds, Siza with me, spontaneously, already putting my penis inside her, I said, “I love to feel all of your skin, all of you, on me, all over, all the time, ALWAYS! Remember you said you were going to teach me even more about satisfying a female? I want that.” At that point Branch spoke up and said that she was referring to something they had intended to tell me, in time. “We wanted to see what you would do after we’d showed you some of the aspects of the way we live, who we are. We wanted to see what you might do after being reminded of home, a little loneliness, and now more explanations will start coming soon.”

As Siza’s vagina purred on my penis so firm I told them about my honest feelings regarding my parents, all the parochial rules and the religious doctrine, all that stuff I never was able to believe or to get into. Also about the things faith based, that good reasoning debunks and those things tended to enslave without explaining completely in hard terms as to why. “I just don’t think that way. I don’t stop questioning for answers to just give it up to some deity I can’t see or interact with. I guess I just don’t believe in religion. I have faith but it’s in the ability to ask questions and get answers.”

[Explanation - most needed and continuing, branch explaining their realm while I keep on fucking, training as if I’m a seasoned livestock]

I don’t know if the silence following was because of what I said or if it was because they thought nothing of it. I still felt anxious about what I’d just told them. The whole religion thing was a huge burden because I’d spent so many years of my life dealing with it, not by my choice. Then I started to worry perhaps the nymphs were closer to my old religious roots than I’d expected. That didn’t make sense to me. But I felt a little embarrassed perhaps in telling them too much.

After a bit Branch spoke again.

“We want to tell you more about the hidden side of our existence as much as we can convey in your terms. To start with we want to discuss the fact you don’t spend your asleep time in this place. This place is just a window to our realm. It looks filthy in disarray because we don’t want to cause inquiry or curiosity about ourselves any more than required. The condition of things tends to keep people at bay and that’s a good thing. The smell of cow manure alone helps with that. These nights we take you away with us in a non-dimensional way and we let you share, in your unconscious state, another realm.

[Weird place! Another realm? Not even sure but it’s all about fucking]

Ours is not a domain you can explain in mere words. We came to earth when human time was not yet recorded, when the earth was a much different place. Our existence is not based on time traced realms of any sort and making a fit alongside the human experience is actually nonsense but we make do by allowing ourselves to follow the dictates of our herd who are so dear to us at this spot on the planet.

Occasionally you may notice we are absent for no obvious reason but just know it’s merely an issue of separate realms alignment catching up in short order, the timeless attempting to meld with time; nothing to worry about. As you may be able to imagine the conditions tend to skip a beat on occasion and that’s something all just accept. Think of us as being always just beyond the horizon forever.

By nature we are caretakers throughout our realm, the universe as you know it and alongside it in many facets. We can take any form, or not, depending on the need. In our current state we are monitoring the planet and others in a class like this one. Ours is not a responsibility to make change but rather just to monitor while letting the various life forms evolve as they mature - for good or bad. There is design that will not fail and you humans, given survival, will discover more of it in time, your time, showing a willingness to change, maybe.”

She explained about the planet Earth and the fact it was a living evolving entity which both tolerated and supported all life. “But the planet fills a realm and purpose above the need to support any particular form of life and life can either accept that fact or ignore it at its own peril. Species are not necessary but rather an intriguing process once launched running its course living its own signature results. And again this nymph visage is for our pleasure while we do our work and resolve our goals quite efficiently.

If you understand anything, understand this. You are here to help us.

[Group fuck, endless, enduring, round robin, one after the other]

The pleasure is ours and we have found little matching the particular human animal sexual experience for titillating sheer pinpoint physical joy. It is one of the very best running ploys ever devised. It’s rather well designed, has flaws of course just as everything does but we wouldn’t change it for all the worlds. It is such a stretch of the human emotional experience that it, also, almost defies mere words to describe the build-up to and exacting moment of orgasm. I don’t think anything can top it for us when combined with lots of love and volumes of high energy driven Happy-mess gizem, a perfect recipe for pushing the envelope of space-time.

Note that when you experience that, including the precise moment of ejaculation, you enjoy near perfection in passion too. You will know nothing closer to our realm’s ecstasy for as long as you keep your human form -until you transition on into the next realm. It’s wonderful. And we have found each pleasure can top the previous episode climaxing each and every time a factor above the last if you are well schooled in the effort. We plan to continue to give you that schooling for our sake. And now you are very aware of how each and every experience increases your output. There are reasons why that happens but for now it is enough to simply understand how it is and not why it is.”

“But do I have to worry this is too massive for me to endure? I don’t understand how that much stuff can possibly come out of me. How does it manage to come through my penis in such apparent volume? That’s not possible. It can’t be possible. It would be like maybe believing in Santa Claus but then actually witnessing him in the fantastical act. That part of it is scary. Shouldn’t it be? I should feel damaged and in pain.” My eyes pleaded with her and she calmly focused on my gaze.

[The reasons why I needed to understand - the enormity of my condition, like this, so tremendous the ejaculations and the reasons they needed that kind of energy release -- why? And these were small ejaculations, just spurts compared with what was to come]

“You don’t yet understand much regarding our powers, our apparent magic. We are literally worlds away from your short experience on earth. You’ll get to a point in understanding allowing your trust in our powers that are supernatural to you. The only part of your ejaculations you need be concerned with is in making sure you are available for our needs and you’ve proven you can do that.

What you actually add to the physical orgasm is a tiny portion of what is experienced. The volume you realize is created in another realm and the realization we all experience when you ejaculate is produced in an expanding quantum release that will not harm you, actually, mostly, occurs outside your body. You do have an over all far greater exhilarating experience than any other human being making love but the vastness of gizem explosions is produced, in essence, upon exiting you, at the very point of exit, for the most part, although your own physical experience is unworldly.

I know how you love the feeling especially at the tip of my penis. You should just trust it as our magic. Don’t try to understand completely because that is simply impossible for you. We love you; you love us; that’s enough to know. You will not be harmed in any way so enjoy it and most importantly, don’t be afraid of it. Honor it. Respect it. You are performing something of overwhelming importance to us.”

I wondered if that crazy tingling feeling at the very tip of my erection, as the huge ejaculation gizem exited, was what she was talking about. That was awesome. I loved that and she simply smiled at me in a cute way.

[That first night with them in the parlor, outrageous, mean, over the top ejaculations enduring and so powerful, so new to me -- I’d learned to fuck Lilly and now this, felt so good but was totally scary with four of them groping me all over without any explanation, stuff coming out of my penis in volume]

“We don’t expect you to work for nothing in creating pleasure for us so we will enhance your physical presence and capacities to really bolster your experience too. And again, it’s important you understand you will not be hurt in any way.

“You should have already noticed your penis size will change on demand, automatically fit what’s required although most of the time be very impressive size wise, and of course your output will seem to increase perhaps, in your mind, somewhat phenomenally. But that is all for us. It is what we require plus I know you’ll have fun with it too.

“You could try to imagine life without sex in combination with love. You can also imagine the despair of missing the love. All animal life on Earth is not like hell. Behold the fact sex and love in union are very special, to say the least.

“We are designed, unlike human females, to absorb all of the output you ejaculate and much more. The bodies we inhabit are designed to convert sex acts into a kind of cosmic energy using the material Happy-mess, a funny term we invented for our form of sticky bubbling semen like material.

“Happy-mess is not so much the important factor as is the energy that is released when you transport the stuff through our vaginas, filling us. The material is actually just a universal solvent of sorts but it also causes a reaction with climax copulation caching a store of important energy to be used for purposes you wouldn’t comprehend in a time sense, if time helps explain things for you.

“In a nutshell, it’s the precise point of orgasm-climax opening the realm for energy to pass, an event not possible otherwise but your amazing gizem output keeps opening the portal a little larger and longer with each orgasm. And that’s why your experience in this is so blinding and you often almost pass out, come close to an event horizon that is impenetrable for you.

“There is a flow that surrounds, engulfs and passes with your ejaculation we ride to endure and the more success we have with each of those episodes the more results are achieved. You are helping us to create a brand new realm with the unusual ejaculated substance possessing such body and special multi attributes. This is ultimately what sex should be.

“And why create a new realm in such an odd fashion? Because it, among many possible methods, is far more fun. You are schooled that it is a forbidden act, “naughty”, and now you can do something immensely important proving it’s not naughty at all, far beyond the reasoning of mere humans. Your fucking with multiple partners is nature shaping causal beauty.

[How sessions of adjustments went on, yes, even in the kitchen before meals, I was jacked off without hesitation again and again, an arm in my anus deep with each orgasm]

“If you can ponder the fact how our realm is not one of time dependence, at all, and the fact we exist in many universes at once enables us to seem to be here and everywhere else continually, or if you like at the same time.

“It’s difficult I know to conceive of that but it is just how it is. There is no time dependence in our love for you. You are loved by us in a way you will never experience with anyone else as long as you live this life. And because of all this we can make you produce for us in amazing ways by reaching through you from elsewhere.

“You were taught you have Free Will but also taught you are a “Sinner”. That was merely control manipulation regarding the concept of sinning to keep you under the thumb of authority by other humans. But free will is a concept mirroring our reality to a degree. Each and every occurrence of happenstance life is a cloud of possibilities. Whether you realized it or not your choices were always geared to this moment with your penis being used to create what we need for transition to another realm. We are required to follow a path of existence too.

“I know it’s hard for you to imagine what I’m talking about exactly but just know this. You are very powerful for a human being but don’t let that go to your head, as they say. Just enjoy the sex to the hilt and you’ll be doing just exactly what we need of you. And it is amazing how you have come to understand so much so quickly.”

Branches eye rolled up behind her eyelids as her head rose and a simple smile crossed her face. It was as if she was imagining our orgasm together. “You are my dream come true when you fill me with extended volumes of Happy- mess.” She lowered her head and looked me straight in the eyes. “But remember you are able to do this safely with us, only with us, under the influence of our power over you. You could be quite dangerous otherwise with other mere humans. We purposely keep you physically here on our dairy side of the realm during the point of orgasm, never allowing your physical form to cross over or transition during climax. Always be careful where this penis goes especially when it ejaculates.”

Her meaning was extra serious and I think I got some of the intent of what she was stating because her statement caused her to really grip my penis. The thought of them losing control of me at climax was frightening. The sex was stupendous but I didn’t want to fly off into some other realm in the midst of ejaculation like an over filled balloon released. The concept sounded funny unless it actually happened and I imagined myself that balloon flying away with a lot of farting noise as my penis released a shaft of quantum energy, or something or other maybe like a stream of stars.