Chapter 27: The Final Adjustments

[And then it began - the very serious night time bunk house adjustment, final adjustments, work]

(When all sisters were focused on me)

The evening milking became my favorite with four nymphs and according sex. It wasn’t that I loved to do any one of them more than Lilly. It was just because I was busy pretty much nonstop, time flew by and I was treated to soothing and loving care by all of them. I was even fucking beautiful much appreciative Branch in the round robin of milking taking my turn with her as well, fucking times four down the line. My penis was very happy.

I knew so much more, accepting my purpose at the dairy, something of their needs and goals and I didn’t have to feel self, SO, conscious about my youth and recently virgin lack of experience with women.

I felt the flush of ejaculation running through me almost constantly, a feeling giving me complete change in my psyche because it was THAT good. Ejaculation erased guilt. Fuck the overlords of stodgy old manipulative faith, artifacts of the past! And joyously fuck my nymphs and Lilly, two utterly completely different paths of thought, the latter being my path of choice with pause.

So they washed and massaged me.

[They washed, massaged me, had me suck nipples as we fucked, probed my anus and stuck a thermometer into my penis for testing purposes.]

I did more fucking than I could ever have anticipated because each evening the need became more demanding. I so loved to leave my penis deep inside each of them ejaculating again and again to fill the environment with gooey snotty gizem balls - eatable shampoo and vitality. This was not something I could ever tire of. It seemed I would never tire of that exhilarating moment, the feeling of sploodging deep into a bottomless vagina connected, somehow, to other realms. It was as if we were attached to infinity and my ejaculations explored that horizon, beyond and deep. I could sense it even if I didn’t understand it.

Then, after evening milking, after Supper - the continuing bunk house drill got far more serious.

The tone in the bunk house changed from just endless casual sex to apparently something much more important. ‘ In “learning even more about how to give us pleasure”, as discussed previously, I was to be “officially” deemed peek performance with one of their large hands inserted really well up inside my rectum to include massaging beyond the prostate, the center for their controls, an orgasm trick needing continued adjustments, ultimately making their pleasure more, most intense.

It made my penis super stone erect and hard as possible, growling alert, more responsive and magically controllable, like a remote control toy they manipulated by twisting and wriggling their fingers deep inside me. It became like some kind of fluid technology joystick in reverse. It also, very much, had something to do with their control over my Happy-mess gizem output, ever more productive, some things I would never quite understand. But apparently they needed to spend even more time administering what it was up my butt giving them the assumed perfect sex to die for. And it was very uncomfortable for me.

There were adjustments and finally settings that had to be hard wired, so to speak. They had spent immeasurable time wiggling their fingers up through my anus already but apparently they’d not committed that work, permanent, for keeps.

For supernatural pleasure my body was their work shop and the instructions on how to manipulate my physique were foremost in their minds as if they were needed to be adhered to within a time limit. They, being time-less creatures, made all of this even more perplexing for me to try to understand but it may have been my physical presence as a time bound human making of the difference. And, that’s all I had to cling to besides their vaginas.

It was never fully explained in details I could completely understand but my first experience with fingers up inside my anus was beyond alarming except for Lilly’s soft and early passionate introduction. Imagine, your anus is not expecting to do anything but release poop, not open for invasion, the norm. To experience the feeling of things entering, larger things expanding, not the norm. I’d previously endured intrusions with all five sisters, even the owner’s wife! Some vague explanations on their part were not adequate but when I was aroused out of my mind the intrusions became warm. But moments of passion dulled my fears with my excited drive to experience my new found ejaculations, the completely enthralling dizzy state which took control of me, my entire being. I loved it and I’d grown to accept the hands in heat, the glorious moment while fucking. It was totally worth the exercise.

Now it was time to endure the course in more focused detail, to get my degree in something that sounded strange, something like “O’yoinga”, their term, a kind of grunt expression, performed classroom style with serious anal finger fucks. It felt quite different to be observed (to say the least) without passion by a group of rather insensitive and compulsive teacher- administrators. Knowing hands were to be prying my butt cheeks apart, going on, going in, in effect shoved up my ass, over again, repeatedly, no passion sex. It was nothing but horrible with advanced knowledge of the coming events enduring for so long.

I would ready myself for the coming discomfort of their teasing without the dulling effects of crazy passion, cold turkey finger fucking anticipating, fully expecting it, anxiously awaiting dismay. They repeatedly explained to me how important it was we all cooperate; the cooperation would make the time reserved for adjustments go just so much quicker and there was absolutely no alternative to doing these final intra-butt adjustments. “Destiny awaits”, was their logic. “Yes, but with a whole hand up my ass. I thought this was the stuff of horror stories.” “Oh stop being such a big baby and bend over! We KNOW how much you like to stick in your big penis and fuck us.”

First, it was Siza’s idea to carry the subject to classroom style instruction, details, more details. She had me on my knees, on my bed, as instructed to, penis readied and warming to the hilt in Pool’s vagina, as prescribed. Pool volunteered to be fucked first, ready to tally results to awaiting Siza and she gave me the impression she was in for something wonderful which, although the twisting hand would not be pleasant inside me, gave some sense of anticipation for pleasure, hopefully, maybe for Pool’s sake if not for me.

She gave me an extra enormous smile of anticipation as I pushed my penis in, out and got wetter. Apparently the experiment was ready for a dragging hand probe.

I was convinced her anxious anticipation made her vagina extra warm, actually almost uncomfortably hot and I had to keep moving my penis in and out slowly to allow things to cool down a bit. Honestly, the heating flesh seemed almost to smell but Pool was getting overly aroused with my moving need to cool things down.

Oh sure, I’d become more accustomed to the feeling of fingers up my butt and it was less alarming by habituation, but still. It was essentially rude in my estimation and I’d never dreamt of anybody doing anything like that to me before leaving high school. Obviously the subject never came up, not even in biology class. Nobody could have ever conceptualized a thing like this. Ow! Then for some reason I remembered that nun who hated me. I’ll always wonder if she’d kept me behind in class to have her way with me.

I figured they were doing it for a combination of teasing and making me meek. I was already meek. I was life-long meek and it hadn’t taken a hand up my butt to make me that way, at least not that I could remember. Actually it was my mother close fist knocking me down the stairs making me meek even though I pretended to be Hop Along Cassidy taking those punches. If you’re five years old the mark on your psyche is enduring. And the Lone Ranger couldn’t totally help me from being scared out of my mind anticipating the next beating.

It had something to do with Happy-mess gizem output and causing the volume to increase for their pleasure, high pressure, or perhaps their advanced needs in the scheme of things. They weren’t coming forth with enough detailed explanations I understood about how their hand inside me was integral in manipulating to produce my ever enormous orgasms. It seemed they enjoyed teasing me with frightening techniques far more then explaining things to calm my nerves. I just didn’t get them and their gremlin approach so much of the time. Why couldn’t they just come forward with explanations instead of stealth with dry threatening fingers and wicked smiles.

Official ‘Demons’- stration 1.

But of course Pool felt wonderful, although hot, absorbed-surrounding squeezing my erection with the usual undulations. It felt like I was home and her vagina was kind of purring, sporadic sucking vacuum enthralling, tingling, back pressure fluttering on the base of my erection. And the tip of my deep penis was squeezed again and again as the sides were massaged. My GAWD this was far more enticing than ever before. That magical action on my penis helped me keep from losing the erection even in the fear of anal penetration anticipation. I think she was trying extremely hard to make me extra aroused by bearing down and kneading my penis with her talents and hydraulic pulsations. Even her soft luxurious bottom was extra warm. I found myself wanting to sink my face into her breech but, “NO,” they weren’t going to let me do that during testing.

I was instructed to push into Pool all the way and out at my anus simultaneously when the fingers arrived. That was something contrary to the human natural response of willfully not wanting things to go up the butt.

IMAGINING:

I was called on in class to stand erect and maintain while teacher’s pointer searched out and went up my butt without hesitation, all the way in. It was in geography class. Even the nuns were never that mean although I wondered if they wouldn’t have preferred to do it to all the nasty little boys for get even’s sake, to save their rotten little souls, anal poker fucked for salvation and class demonstration. It sounded like a right of passage.

“It’s no use to cry boy. It’s made to fit, it’s got to go. Behave or I’ll get something even bigger to insert in your anus. Offer it up to our lord as penance to save your rotten little soul.”

The nymphs weren’t asking my permission to perform the hand trick but simply referred to it as “standard procedure”, and again, thus nicknamed what sounded like “O--yoinga!”, something like that, (with a lilt) because I so disliked it.

Siza’s arm pushed on twisting without hesitation as if my feelings and opinions were of no consequence. They weren’t. “OW! I don’t understand how it makes any difference to you if I endure this like a classroom demonstration rather then just doing it when we are already making love, when passion dulls the reality for me, when there’s lots of slime.” “Uh, you just answered your own question?”, said Fern.

“We can’t dull it for you now. WE’RE MAKING THE FINAL ADJUSTMENTS! The experience has to be completely real-time, full-on sensation filled in order to fine tune you for the last time. This part of your, let’s say, ‘Education’ is touchy and needs delicate attention.” And with that she gave me a real look around wide grin. “You are to become the master of making us delirious, you lucky. And with a twisting arm up your butt you’ll end up the supreme lover. Imagine it. Be Patient. Don’t you realize how painful this would be if we weren’t helping defray that somewhat. No other human could possibly stand this much intrusion. Otherwise, if it weren’t for us doing it you would die on the spot.” Another wide grin glared at me.

Suddenly I was gripped anew with what felt like their arm was way up inside me pressing forward like it was trying to pass through the tip of my penis, excruciating. It lifted and caused me to feel as though I was levitating. There was a tremendous pinch in my balls. I cried and no one seemed to care as a frigid chill seized me whole.

Then Fern tossed me over on my back and got a little more serious. “I’m not kidding.” She stared directly into my eyes as if questioning as she choked me firm with a grip that cut off my throat, now breathing.

“You, as a result of our work here, are going to make love like you cannot yet imagine. It’s going to be phenomenal and I simply can’t wait.” A hugging kiss on the lips followed as she went back around to focus on the work. I stiffened up and gave a huge sigh, impatient, disgusted, and rolled over. I was terribly pain gripped but it made my penis even stiffer inserted inside the front focus warm and vibrating vagina in front of me. With a big dry wiggly hand all the way up in my anus I was doing my very best to pay attention to Pool while shaking. I pushed in and it felt so good to offset my aching hole as some gizem leaked back out of her vagina. “I don’t know how I can endure this.”

They began talking amongst themselves as the fingers moved around inside, something about the second knuckle, “Do such and such” and then in a little bit, talking about the third knuckle, all the way in and “Did you succeed? Did it take? Do it again.” On it went, hands in and out, around, up and down, back out again, work changing from one nymph to the next. Stuff running out of my anus. I could feel the warmth running down my legs. I hoped that it wasn’t blood. I was wondering if they were taking turns signing in up inside my rear, like logging in.

How was I to know one love making method from another without any experience whatsoever prior to coming to the dairy. I sure wished I’d had a girl friend to make love to before coming to this place. How was I to know if regular folks didn’t use the anus trick all the time. This was the only thing, thus far in love making, that didn’t bring me any joy, certainly not at first. I’d never heard even rumors of such things anal in real life except, sort of, at the doctor’s office.

“Push out, stop retreating! You’ll just make this take all that much longer if you can’t cooperate. If we don’t get this done correctly you’ll have to do it again and again from the beginning. C’mon, pooch your butt for me.”

I tried, really tried and it was so hard to relax and push out at my anus with their hands stuck all the way in turning this way and that way. It was horribly hard to comply and I was shaking in a sweat. I cried out a groan with the misery. Strangely it took great endurance much like the kind I used to run long distance in high school. I flashed back to running around a local lake near the school, about 4 miles distance, and I imagined doing that naked with some of their fingers up in my anus pushing me along, they jogging behind me. What a strange thought. I supposed I would have a great boner leading the way as it wagged side to side.

I thought that my performance already was pretty phenomenal. I’d sure impressed some people, completely soaked others, knocked some on their butts with the explosive force and these sisters were expecting more from me?

They practiced the art of my “advanced education” by doing it over and over again with me on my knees, each taking turns either being fucked or sticking their fingers up my butt and discussing their preferred preferences, taking mental notes like - which fingers to use once their whole hand was immersed. Why? Asking the fuckee her preferences on the penis end as it moved around inside her and experiencing the results with each personal favorite method applied. I didn’t understand what they were talking about nearly the whole time and I think most of the time they were just communicating with thoughts, probably to leave me out of the loop. Nobody was asking the fucker, me, any questions about how it was, personal preferences, anything at all. Even in all my terrible discomfort I was expected to just keep fucking away.

When Fern was attached to my penis I tried stroking a few rounds in and out just because I especially loved her feel. “Hold still!” Siza was taking another turn in my anus and I was reprimanded for my fucking ways. She reminded me if I “screwed” this up she would be starting all over again from the beginning. “Except I’m always going to use my whole arm to the elbow next time!.” “Damn,” was my only thought.

“Wait, wait”, the one being fucked would suddenly pull her vagina away from my penis with a yank and another would quickly come around and squeeze back down on me as quickly as she could. “Okay, now.”

Change of venue. Next they told me to stroke faster, slower then “STOP-STOP- STOP” and the one being fucked would jump off and come around to take her turn sticking her hand in. This went on and on. They were arguing and then changing positions, the one making adjustments demanding to try out fuckee position immediately as if adjustments would not sustain for long. “Hold it! Hold it!, Hold it!, Hold it!” and she would start to come around front before quickly pulling her hand like popping a cork and swinging around to sit on my erection as fast as she could. They were yelling at each other, over one another. It was making me dizzy as they pushed me around side to side.

Then another change up. They were doing some adjustment to maximize-adjust the flow rate of gizem without the normal experience of orgasm. I was told to hold still and Fern, doing the adjusting, was making gizem flow out of my penis like she was controlling a faucet. I didn’t have that black out experience so familiar just prior to ejaculation. As she changed some setting the gizem coming out of my penis was increasing evidenced by the amount gushing back out around the penis vagina connection. It got so forceful I was having a hard time staying immersed in Siza who happened to be the attached, the fuckee. Branch pushed on me from the back so that I would not pop out and Pool was pushing back on Siza from the front as the steady pressure increased to a phenomenal rate.

The force kept increasing and I still had no sensation of orgasm, just a tingling at my penis tip which was beginning to hurt a little aside from the normal sensations. And then the flow shut off with a snap as if an automatic closing valve had fired off. The jerk almost sent me flying. I felt a the weirdest response as if I was falling into an endless pit or something and at that point I almost did pass out. Pressure bulged at the backs of my eyeballs.

The nymph bodies were hustling all around me and I couldn’t imagine anyone having so many vaginas pressed on so quickly in such rapid rotation; it was frenzy; there was friction; there was heat increasing but I was not ejaculating fiercely like that function was on hold. But at least some gizem was still coming and that helped to lubricate, a little. I couldn’t believe I wouldn’t let go of a huge one before long.