Chapter 36: The Return

[Has nothing to do with this chapter, really -- just a moment for me to be proud of]

For days after the dehorning the heifers with their blackened cotton swabs were scratching and banging their heads on any post or obstruction that would allow them to try to alleviate itch and pain. It recreated in my mind the whole awful torturous affair. I also remembered how, as a kid, I’d witnessed the castration of calves at a branding work party in Montana where I went to stay with my aunt and uncle.

I remembered how I’d tried to help herd the calves, the naive city kid walking in amongst, and how I’d been kicked square in the testicles which just about doubled me over. This whole dehorning affair was bringing back bad memories. Couple that with my very sore brand, now permanently burned into my butt, sore and raw, I was just one of the herd.

This was a very strange connection more permanently attaching me both to the dairy family and to goddess creatures, in the flesh, sister goddesses who happened to be missing. I had become a high performance lover of goddesses and now I had nobody to fuck unless I could somehow get in contact with one of my three new girl friends.

Now that dehorning was finished I wandered by the bunk house before the afternoon milking to find the room empty. Nobody was there and it had an air of absence I sensed was unusual. I somehow realized the nymphs were in fact gone and I didn’t get a feeling they were coming back.

They had told me about their being absent on occasion because of some kind of mis-alignment of realms I didn’t really understand. This seemed different, a dark and cold void that tried to reach right through me and left my spirit untethered to them. It now left that space, once our love affair, a stranger to me. It brought me back home to my feelings of emptiness delivered from my childhood, rejection again, only this time it wasn’t because I personally had done anything wrong. I had suffered greatly only to be left with abandonment.

The son had assured me the nymphs would only be gone for a few days and how they had always returned after dehorning. “They probably get pissed off at me and that makes sense I guess. It would probably be different if they’d let me fuck ‘em when I was young. We’d all be in love now”, he laughed.

I passed that comment from one ear out the other as it off-gassed like indigestion. My respect for the son was sinking lower every time he made remarks about my mates. I only had the knowledge Lilly assured me, that the sisters were messing with his mind. But if they were all gone now and I alone was subjected to the son’s angry will then I might be in trouble. And then he had to make a crack remark about me not having a hard on.

[I nearly always had a hard on]

I sat on their beds, each, and felt the covers, tried to get some sense of them, any energy, vibration. There was absolutely nothing, so very odd, so very complete. It was truly as if they’d never existed. The place held no sense of love whatsoever and its only nature was that of drab, stench and clutter, seemed worse than ever.

When it was time to get milking I walked to the parlor and looked in. All was quiet and no one around. I assumed I’d better get going on sorting out the heifers but most of those were now in another holding pen for observation while their dehorning wounds healed a bit.

I walked back into the milking parlor realizing I really was all very much alone and that milking had to commence. The weight of the responsibility for milking let itself be known and it was sitting square on my shoulders. My heart sank to a new lonesome I’d not experienced before at the dairy. All was cold and lifeless. I’d not experienced those feelings since I was a kid, before I’d become a loner. My sense of loss was becoming lovelorn and I so wished I could share my misgivings with the sisters, especially with Lilly.

For just a moment I thought about how I was just 18 years old and was it right I should be burdened with this responsibility or was I being abused with too much for a poor kid to sustain. I was working for almost no wages, being indeed treated very badly by the son, now branded like common livestock, naked, tortured. Then I just pretended to shrug it off although the tears in my eyes belied that and I decided there was no choice in the matter. I’d better get going because I might be milking all night long trying to handle 200 head of cows by myself. If for no other reason I wasn’t going to let the cows suffer. I had to do a good job of milking them or animals could get sick.

And the cows needed me, good lessons learned from my milking lady mates and their duty to their beloved herd. I sent a mental message to them wherever they might be, “I love you. I surely miss you. There are no words to explain the hurt of being without you.”

Just then the son arrived and walked into the parlor saying, “Well, let’s get going. It looks like you and I are going to be milking alone this time. Don’t worry, we can do it just fine. It won’t be the first time like this. I’ve been here before.”

[Alone, just the two of us with opposing hoses, no nymphs to fuck and I had a nozzle, penis, that could knock him over if I wanted to]

While we were milking the demeanor of the son spooked me and I felt really weird and really naked in his company. He was the S.O.B. who branded me and now he expected me to work hard and make up the lost time with the vanished sisters, disappearance he caused by his dehorning and branding. I was forsaken, pissed off and I thought I could still smell the burned flesh.

We made pretty good progress, just the two of us. I had to think twice about how the nymphs and I were probably taking extra milking time unnecessarily to play around with each other. I smiled to myself with all the memories I had been given making love for the first times in my life, not just one experience, one time, like most kids but continuing with five beautiful experienced ladies in youthful amazing glowing bodies. I felt myself getting aroused just thinking about it and I certainly didn’t want to get aroused in the son’s presence.

The more I thought about things the more fearful I became. Here I was without a friend in the world, without the sisters close by. Denny was there but he had no power against the son. The son would be all powerful in dealing with me and I did not want to be his slave. Denny would leave for school after the summer and somehow I got the awful feeling in the pit of my soul that I wasn’t going anywhere now, not the way I was changed. And what sorts of horrible things would the son force me to do? I had no nymphs to make love with and would he force me to have sex with who knows what? My future felt very dim at that moment and I thought about the dreary winter coming and me being naked in the cold.

As we finally approached the end of milking, about two hours longer than normal, the son asked me about my experiences living with the milking ladies in the bunk house. “You’re getting fucked really regular”, he said, almost as if but not really questioning. I stopped short and remembered all that he’d told me in that truck ride we’d taken together my first full day on the dairy. I turned and looked at him with a look that I guess told him the answer he was looking for. “I figure you must know just about everything that goes on around here,” I responded.

“Just think, I had to risk my life just trying to get fucked when I was a kid and you come here from the city and the milkers fall in love with you. I can--not get over that. Shit! I should be taking lessons from you. Your cock is way over a foot long just hanging limp. It wasn’t that way when you got here. HAH! And that first day with my dad in the parlor; they sure had you scared naked. Hee, hee, it just goes to show you never get too old to learn. I figured you for a hopeless case and the milkers would probably kill you but they sure changed all that. I wish I wasn’t married; I’d hang out just to see you fucking them in the bunk house. Maybe one would get passed my way. And I figured Lilly for a queer gal but that’s not true, not the way you two fuck around in the milk house. I have admit. I have never seen anything like that.

“Well, I also have to admit you are the best worker we have EVER had on this dairy for more reasons than one. I don’t know what you’ve got but if those milkers like it and the operation runs smooth while you are taking the responsibility to handle the milking ... You know, screw like a mad man.” He laughed really hard and I sense that perhaps he was not mad at me.

“Seriously, my dad is sick and we have to make hay. Brother, you can fuck them all until your dick falls off. Go for it.” He laughed and laughed and then gave me a short shot with the hose saying, “I don’t want you to totally miss the usual antics without those ladies here to tease you.” He laughed some more as he walked out of the parlor and he slapped me on the butt right next to the brand which just hurt like hell. “AAh!” I hunched over and grabbed the concrete ledge. That stung terrible.

I grabbed the salve I’d brought to the parlor to redo the medication that Linda had put on. I made it obvious I was suffering as I spread more on the burn. “Hey! Behave yourself or I’ll brand the other cheek of your ass,” he growled. “You belong to me you dumb dick head. Remember that you’re just a cheap hired fucker now and totally MY slave. Livestock! Nothing but dirty smelly fucking livestock. I’ll slap that brand until it bleeds if you give me a dirty look. Don’t give me any excuses to beat the shit out of you. You know I will and I’ll really enjoy using you for a punching bag. You’re just fucking shit. Look at me, you filthy naked piece of crap. Ha ha ha ha ha. I’d like to whip your ass for exercise.”

I was totally silent as he left the parlor. I thought extremely dark thoughts about him unlike I had ever hated anybody before. He was so apt to instant changes of mood becoming fiercely angry at things that might be merely slightly upsetting but not over the top arousing. I was seriously worried about my future. I assumed basically he was insane because first the told me I was the best worker ever and then threatened to beat me up because I was just “livestock crap”.

I was indeed shocked to know that the son seemed to know all about the antics of the sisters, Lilly, me included. But it made sense. He probably sneaked around and watched us fucking in the parlor. It just made me wonder anew about the conspiracy that placed me in this situation in the first place. But I didn’t want to ask him any questions what-so-ever. I didn’t ever trust his intentions. He’d proven many times over how he was mean through and through. It was as if he’d not evolved with the rest of mankind and I believed he could try to befriend me one minute and then murder me the next. He was that crazy.

The son had said he’d be back in the morning early and that it was my responsibility to go out for the cows first thing. “Sure,” I said to myself as I thought about being out there alone. A sadness hit me hard. Then I realized I thought that Lilly’s boys should be around in the morning. I wondered. I thought I was probably being just too hopeful.

The son had driven away on his way home as I was finishing up hosing out the walkway in the parlor when a vehicle pulled off the highway into the parking area. I figured it was the son and that he’d forgotten something. He did that a lot, always in such a big hurry with everything he did. I hoped he wasn’t just returning to beat me up for fun to top off his evening. I got a cold chill with that thought. I wanted to cry in despair but realized the vehicle wasn’t driving fast and erratic like the son always did.

[A quick flickering memory of Lilly in the milk house, like he said, fucking and it was my very first time, so sweet, so scary]

I kept hosing out the area and tried not to give him another thought until I felt a warm hand gliding up my bum, turned quickly assuming a rude welcome coming from him, was astonished expecting to have to see his ugly face. To my complete surprise and more than welcome delight I found Linda and Gail standing behind me. I’d turned around only to be greeted by warm hugs and my heart was renewed. I didn’t say anything, just smiled as they helped themselves to penis feels just like we were old friends. I started to shudder trying to hold back tears and they just hugged me warmer as though they knew of my plight.

“Listen... , “ said Linda with enthusiasm. She moved, pressed to me and took the hose out of my hand. “We said we would kind of like to spend some time with you, you know what I mean? Remember?” I did remember. “And I think that Gail should have another look at that burn and it might include some, you know, extra special attention. To tell the truth ... we just couldn’t stay away after what we did this afternoon. We both need a lot more of that for our education, a better grade.” She winked.

“I think Gail should have a good long look at my burn and you use me for whatever you like,” I added. “You do know what I’m good for. You know? Maybe you’ll learn some more by experimenting and that WILL help with your grades. You can’t imagine right now how glad I am to see you.” “No doubt about it,” said Gail who was already taking her pants off. “I’ll be ready to commence my examination momentarily. But I don’t want to get anything on my clothes, you know?”

She wasn’t kidding and I laughed as she removed all of her clothes in a flash. I admired her in the flesh with my curious hands. They were so welcome and needed.

Linda ran some water on her hand with the hose she’d taken from me and realizing it was warm she carefully started running its warmth down the front of me massaging as she went. In short order she was stretching my penis. “Oh, you found it then,” I smiled back, teasing. I started undoing her buttons. “I think you better get into uniform undressed just like Gail and I.” “I agree,” she smiled wide and pulled some more on my now really stiff erection which was already drooling.

It was immensely happy to see them.

Yes, It was obvious my penis was happy to see Gail and Linda too. It was celebrating by making some lotion for us to rub on each other. And I gladly started doing just that with an ever increasing supply coming. “Oh, wow. I think you guys need some of this up inside you right away.”

My new friends were so quickly warming up like we had never taken a break earlier. “I’m so happy to see you, both of you. I think that burn needs some deep attention.” “We both agree, don’t we Gail?” “Yup.” And we’d sure like to test our knowledge at making you perform, you know, like inside us today, if you’ll let us test our skills?

I laughed. “Aren’t we being coy! How about we just do some excellent fucking and I’ll be very careful if you will.” “Okay!” And the rest of those old clothes came right off of Linda as we hung them up on the upper pipes. I also hands on admired all of their soft skin dispensing gizem to smooth all over them and we were off in a flurry to catch up on old times ... that is old times from just hours before.

[Better than I ever expected]

I was already immersed into Linda amidst her moans of juicy joy when Gail told me to stand still for a moment because she was going to give me another shot to ease the pain of my burn. “You are so sweet,” I said. “We want you to be your best,” answered Gail and Linda loudly moaned approval as she took my entire length commencing to really arouse me.

Human girls could be so good too.

I wanted to introduce them to the milking parlor where I became and maintained my status as The Lover Of Goddesses. So I continued to fuck while I explained, “You should see me with the four nymphs here as we do our milking. I wish that you could and would some day. They are supernatural and you would be amazed and truly fascinated seeing them loving yours truly. They also like to do it with ladies like you too. Supernatural, yes they are, and can you imagine that?”

I pointed out to Gail the Happy-mess bucket with the soapy gizem that the nymphs used while I slowly stroked in-out to. It was hanging up in the pipes above as always and Gail seemed very interested in the consistency of the stuff. I didn’t yet tell them it also came out of my penis but rather waited out that bit of information while we bathed and massaged each other with the fresh stuff coming out of my erection and oozing back out of Linda’s vagina. I asked Gail to pour some on my penis from the bucket to lubricate Linda and I don’t think they recognized it as applied gobs of bubbles passed into her. But it did impart magic for them both. Of course it did. Linda really melted.

I pulled out of Linda. Then she, spun around, was sucked on, her G Spot, both of them pestering the other for their turn next. The two of them lined up next to each other with their hips raised on the concrete ledge, following my lead, making it easy for me to dazzle access their vaginas.

Nervous and anticipating they didn’t say anything at first but just waited as I methodically spread their legs over the upper stanchion pipe, dripping with gizem soap, ready and waiting for me to find their sweet spots with my lengthening tongue probe.

Back and forth I fiddled to get a cry of pleasure out of each of them, studied their wide eyes as I rubbed piles more Happy-mess on them up through the crotch and up their stomachs, burying my face in it, sucking with all my heart, deep tongue exploring and adding nipples to drive them nuts.

We’d not had time to pursue these same pleasures when the agent was waiting for them in his truck. Now we had all the time in the world and I don’t think they realized just how much ecstasy I could give them with my nymph enhanced tools.

Side to side I ran my tongue up into their vaginas being careful not to penetrate too deeply. They screamed, not in pain, but kept talking to each other in expletives, not wanting to share me as I moved back and forth, quite funny.

Finally I positioned them so I could use my tongue on one and fuck the other. This was truly beyond their imaginations.

Continually they kept asking at each trick, “Did you do this to Betty?” I really thought that funny. I would show them my tongue up close between sucking on their vaginas, maybe play with their belly buttons, and that strange device first freaked them then totally turned them on as I dove into the next waiting crotch. I licked them from stem to stern but made no play to penetrate their anuses. They probably would have let me but I wasn’t going there. They gave me their all.

[Things like this, fucking in that strange veil between two realms, I could never have been able to explain to them the experience of being penis immersed with my ejaculations extending through two realities at once]

I smothered them in more rubbed on Happy-mess, quite a meal. I devoured them time and again, both back and forth, up and down, raising their bodies up off the concrete closer to my face to lick-suck them all around thoroughly, my tongue reaching through the crotch to the top of their butt crack and back again. They wiggled and writhed and gave me no end of pleasure in seeing them enjoying my work lengthened tongue so inspired. They climaxed in that pursuit over and over, rolled over and over again. I was sure they’d never in their lives experienced anything like our loving as taught to me so well by my bunk mates in all night sessions supernatural.

Without explaining exactly how, I showed the same loving that drove goddesses wild hoping perhaps I wasn’t overdoing it for two human girls. “I’ll bet you love the fact I’m not a valid sperm donor. You can’t get hurt fucking me”. “OH -- YEAH!,” said Gail. “But you are way more talented than just any old boy.” She and Linda both laughed and hugged each other in the slime that had become my signature.

“Do you really do this all night long with all the goddesses? “Yup. It is so very important to them and the reason why they made me the way I am.”

I thoroughly wash-massaged them with warm water and then I prepared one of them for an anus fingers performance in me while the other fucked in front, trading back and forth. Took turns, they did, so frequently.

There was so much pleasure derived. I had the anus prober help guide my penis into the fuckee as they giggled and then we both noted, and felt with hands, the penis motion on the fuckee’s stomach. They squealed loving it. I have no idea how long we traded back and forth in that but the gizem flowed and I was careful best controlling my climax to low rate spewing.

I felt my penis doing its magic inside, growing longer, twisting in them as I told what it was like the night the nymphs did their final adjustments in my anus again and again, one nymph in front, the other behind. “You two remind me of the supernatural.”

Then I, ejaculating after pulling out, smothered them in post climax gizem. They loved it. They weren’t afraid at all and yet, again, I was very careful as the gizem layered deeper and deeper, repeating. I didn’t return to coitus until the ejaculations died down and then they both were over the top in ecstasy as the gizem bubbled back out of them, sizzling, bubbles popping, each taking turns feeling my penis moving inside, visible on the other’s stomach. So alive, they were in another place of passion, their very own realm for human girls.

While we continued to fuck I told them something about myself and how I’d come to the dairy. I told them more about the adjustments, that it wasn’t an easy time but turned out well worth it. After I ejaculated more they began to wait until I was post surging before they again slid back down on my erection and that really was the ticket to Delirium Town for them. They got braver and braver with that, waiting less time after major surges of gizem before remounting their gasping ride. The stuff was really surging back out of our union, eruption, audibly exiting and there was so much gizem everywhere it certainly reminded me of the sisters and a full blown, full blast evening of milking.

They loved being drown in the pleasure as they consumed it and sucked me out thoroughly like seasoned pros. I sucked on their nipples explaining that this was how the nectar cycle began but of course they couldn’t provide that for me yet were fascinated by the explanation. I sucked nipples as I mini- ejaculated into them and we pretended they gave me nectar but it only served to make me miss my nymphs even more.

On we went for about an hour or more when I realized I’d forgotten all about supper. “Oh My GAWD!” “What!” “I forgot all about supper and the wife is going to be waiting for me. We gotta go.” “Oh no!” Their response was so disappointed in tone which I should have expected. They thought we were all done. “NO NO ... you have go with me,” I said. “You’ll love the wife and Bernice. They are so much fun.” They were reluctant at first but agreed to go with me if I would promise to let them examine me some more after we got back later. “Well of course! I would have assumed that. I’m used to doing this all night long. I’m hardly done fucking for your pleasure, both of you.”

I immediately got an idea in my head. “Well, but understand,” I waited to make sure they were listening, “You have to go naked just like me. No clothes are allowed” “What!?? Oh, I-don’t-T-H-I-N-K-so!,” said Gail. “Oh yeah, please understand, you know that I’m naked ALL the time and it gives the wife so much pleasure to see me with mates at meals. Her cooking is outstanding and we have so much fun. It’s hard to describe, to describe to you. You simply have to be there but naked is required or the meal won’t turn out magical.”

I explained details about the sex in the kitchen, the fucking and hands on fondling of me done by the wife and Bernice. I wanted them to understand the kitchen was so routine when it came to making love. “It’s just uninhibited love. Let’s not upset the wife. She does the anus fingers while I make love to Lilly and this time it’s going to be YOU. Imagine it.

“You have to show some balls and be naked,” I laughed hard. “You have to try it at least this time. You may find it so much fun you’ll be back, I hope. I promise if you do this for me our time later tonight is going to be just that much more rewarding. Really! We are hardly finished yet. You can’t replace this loving with anybody else. This place is far too unique. We have to fuck each other until we can’t stand it anymore, just the way it should be. Remember, this is free fucking, no hazards, no worries. I’m one of a kind on Planet Earth. You are likely never to have this kind of sex with anyone else in your life, really. And remember that Betty comes here all the time to be with the sisters and she gets naked of course. She runs around here like it’s her home. Just think. you could share stories with her.”

They both just stood there and kind of clutched themselves thinking about it. At least they were thinking about it. “C’mon, it is honestly so much fun and you’ll be so glad afterwards. Remember, there’s no worries fucking me. That’s a fact. What’s to lose? You can’t get loving like this with any other human on earth. Please, be my nymphs at supper tonight.”

[Trying to make them understand the fun we had in the kitchen, the cooks and I]

They stood there looking at me and I moved to Linda, close, laid my hands on her shoulders as I kissed her with my tongue and breathed on her neck running my lips over her skin. I reached over and put my fingers on Gail’s vagina and rubbed her G Spot gently feeling up and down in an attempt to return her orgasm. I kept that up while they both moaned when suddenly Gail interrupted, “Let’s GO! I’ll make you a deal. We’ll go naked if you let me put my fingers in your anus and leave them there all the way to the house. “Hell, you can do that and I’ll let Linda pull me there using my tow bar erection. How’s that?” “DEAL!!” They laughed and giggled as we headed out through the milk house full of ourselves after they’d slipped on just their shoes. I figured they thought they were going to talk me out of it, but no way. I would show them far more fun than they ever imagined.

“Grab some of that soap from the bucket Gail and then stick your fingers in my anus. I’m ready to shove off and be towed.”

In the dark we headed across the parking area toward the trail with Gail following, fingers up my butt, trying to maintain that connection over the dark and rutty ground. “Don’t lose me,” I laughed as I felt the fingers jerking in and out which felt pretty nice. Linda was leading the way using my direction, pulling my erection. They were both giggling and laughing harder and harder trying to maintain the push and pull. “Have you ever done this, this way, before?” “Being towed with fingers in my butt, you mean?” “Yeah.” “All the time. It’s what the sisters do. I’m seldom left unattached front and rear. Like I said, they really own me.”

The response of quiet from both of them told me that they were pondering the why of my answer. They were probably kidding me but I answered to the affirmative and now they had to think about that, kinda weird. “You can imagine me, coming here fresh from a parochial school atmosphere as naive as people get. I was totally virgin coming from a cloistered environment, the holiest of the holies, prayers all around. The dairy sister’s approach was a bit subtle at first, especially Lilly, but then things got tawdry pretty quick as they started their more serious training.

“First morning here I lost my clothes, permanently naked, beat up in the milking parlor. Then I had to get used to having fingers sinking into my anus more and more plus people pulling on my penis constantly as though it didn’t even belong to me anymore. Imagine. Nobody had ever touched my penis other than me my entire life and suddenly it was stiffer than stiff, even hurt as it grew larger. And they put it into every imaginable place as people watched us. People just seem to accept the situation, me, livestock, and not some dumb city kid lost at a dairy far from home.