Chapter 46: Return to Normalcy

And then, finally, with the event already so unutterably preposterous the individuals I was frantically calling upon showed up in the pit. From where I don’t know, but it was all four of my nymphs and they were ready to fuck me for more of the gizem stream of consciousness.

They would do the same thing Lilly had been doing, then offering their vagina cache to the crowd. We all lined above the stage deck, in front of the first row of seats, along the rim, leaning against the protective bar restraints, making four vaginas, legs spread, side by side, available just as Lilly was doing bent over in front of me. I think at that point I just forgot how weird my whole dairy existence was and just accepted what was expected of me. I was now fucking for the waiting mouths of the world as fast as I could go.

Many more persons came forward to indulge themselves to their heart’s content as I fucked from one nymph to the next repeating continually down the line. I was going along across the vaginas, unloading in one after the other and occasionally in the melee I sensed that an odd human vagina sneaked into the coitus line. I tried my best for all of them because I just kept going and fucking, ejaculating, noting which were nymphs and which were humans to protect from giving the wrong vagina a full measure blast. I hoped I got it all right, and assuming my best guess, I think I may have fucked over 100+ times in a row. Who knows; there truly was no limit to how much gizem I could expel. Each turn was no more than three strokes and accomplished so that the din of ejaculation sounds was almost steady and weird.

Note: For safety’s sake, to avoid ejaculating full measure into a human, I managed my quick decisions based on which recipients had ass holes ~ a quick inspection probe searched by sliding my finger up and down, therefore human if I found the second port above the other. I would fuck the next nymph and then quickly return to give the willing human the post pressure less severe.

I was having the best time!

It was a communion of nymphs with the faithful, a watering hole to the next realm, magic quenching Happy-mess for something people never before assumed they needed. They immersed their faces in willing crotches and the fulfilling gizem flowed venting salvation-tasty. Praise the horde and pass the gizem. It was really quite like a religious ceremony, a communion without the wafer.

While that took place and took care of hundreds, Lilly and I went at it again and I filled her up only to have her kiss and bid adieu, her time to trade daily duties with the nymphs had already overlapped. Lois and Betty got theirs next, again, they without the harm of trying to hold on for the full blast, I’d turn 180 degrees to spray across up the airborne spaces above the crowd for their pleasure stopping, moments, to allow a few human girls to suck my dick. We did this over and over, post ejaculation ooze for my human girl friends, so much that after about thirty minutes the audience was lying all about, actually having fallen into a stupor with their fill of Happy-mess. Some couples, still connected in coitus, had passed out and the males oddly suspended with a perpetual hard on.

Certainly the scene was something that anybody, who had not witnessed, would ever, ever believe possible. Like the aftermath of a major natural calamity, or something worse, except the victims were all delirious happy.

[A little side show for fair goers]

Frankly, the entire county fair affair was simply, totally, goes without saying, gross and insane. With all the amazing audience participation it actually seemed more insane than was first obvious to me. The affair had to have been utterly-strangely nymph induced with acceptance at levels that were far beyond reason. I was still in shock from the nature of what had happened to me. After accepting it and my role I tried to accept it again, but then, that was just fucking nuts.

During the sexual melee the owner’s son had disappeared without a trace. One could only assume what he was up to. But the announcer on the PA, the extension agent, important folks, it seemed, were either part of the melee or had run for their lives. After all, how could anybody run for governor on a humongous ejaculation eatable gizem ticket?

For our part, Lois, Betty and the four nymphs, we all left together in a state of total goo and ooze, like drippy snot salted slugs, we trailed away from the scene leaving the slime in our tracks.

Lilly was already gone and we went out to the highway to hitch a flat bed heading east. Somehow the nymphs mesmerized the driver into compliance, three nymphs getting into the cab with him and tantalizing him all the way to the dairy sliming him in the process. We got out and went into the milking parlor to wash up, make love, milk our cows, then go to the bunk house and fuck all night. I was finally home with all my real lovers to please.

The county fair was now legend, all over but the shouting. Post realization washed the starch out of my memories. It was soon forgotten by me in lieu of never wanting to be that public again.

For some time afterwards cars would drive by the dairy, slowly, gawking, searching, some pulling into the parking area and stopping for a bit. They never saw anything and the nymphs had affected something to erase portions of event memory in general, perhaps, to preclude their getting in trouble with their realm for messing with mankind in any way. If the son went out to question any passersby he would send them away with promises of future products from his breeding livestock. He had high hopes but was besieged with the summer workload and the fact that his dad was hospitalized in worse condition. If he didn’t succeed with the dry weather haying and keep the operation in general alive there would be no more dairy, no more need to worry about promoting new products, etc. He knew dropping the ball on future fairs and product promotions would let the market cool down, maybe too much, but there was nothing he could do about it. His dad was most important and trying to save the dairy, just as.

All the outrage, the entire affair, the effects the nymphs had caused the local community to endure, that influence did finally wane after a bit. The nymphs apparently were satisfied with their experiment and they let their mind control influence on people subside. That was such craziness anyway and I told them that very thing which only caused them to tease me more and have a good laugh on mankind. They just said that the whole affair culminating with all of them getting their vaginas sucked by the masses on stage made it all worth while. They were close order drill fast filled repeatedly, gizem to the brim, and treated to some wonderful talented humans, sucking, “who were crazy passionate. That never would have happened if we had not done that much mind melding on all those lucky souls”. They laughed themselves silly and then looked directly at me. “You better get darn good at sucking brother! HAH! You have competition.”

They so enjoyed themselves and it frankly kind of left me cold. They could be so serious one time and then later be so glib and silly in the face of doom. It was too emotionally wrenching for me.

Meanwhile the old man remained in the hospital and didn’t improve. The extended family had arrived home to help with work and the haying had moved to far off fields that were leased under power line easements.

The older brothers were big guys, larger than the youngest son, but they both seemed like gentler souls. Neither of them wanted to be dairy farmers and they expressed that to me after they had a chance to get used to my status as the human like naked livestock. They weren’t exactly part of the mentality the youngest brother possessed especially regarding me. The middle brother, especially, seem perplexed with why I should be considered an animal, a breeder, since I was obviously human. He wondered if I liked doing it. Because of his father’s influence he seemed to have an inkling of what it was about and he mentioned, “Oh ... it must the milkers”. But neither brother wanted to get or be integrally responsible for the dairy operation, a kind of hands off approach. Their lives and their families were established elsewhere. They were just home, weekends, to help see their dad through illness, hopefully to better health and at times they gave me concerned, maybe wary, looks.

They seemed a bit concerned about my fate because they knew their kid brother and his crazy ambitions. But they also didn’t seem anxious to save me from my fate either. They were in a sense okay with my naked livestock situation because I wasn’t complaining and they kind of thought it funny to tease their wives when all were around, threats of making me get after them for needed servicing. It really embarrassed me when they did that and I worried that one of the wives might just try to corner me when the husband wasn’t around. If I saw one of them coming to the parlor I would hide. I didn’t want to get in trouble with either of the two big husbands.

Those were tough times for the dairy with the old man’s absence and sons who were not in love with the dairy life. The hay had to be put up in time for feed for the coming winter and there were 200 plus head to feed or sell off. All of that didn’t bode well for the nymph’s home, their warm spring water and for their very survival in transitioning. Needless to say I was worried for them as well as humanity’s nature. And it seemed that after all the timelessness and the owner’s long time convictions on the land the minute I arrived things started really falling apart. That was so fitting for me as exampled by my past life in general. Problems seemed to follow me around.

I felt the situation in which I had been thrust, with tales of my timeless preparation to cause the nymphs to graduate to a higher plane of existence and the fact the old man got sick just shortly after my arrival, was like a fast train out of control and heading for the cliff. I unknowingly entered from my young city life lacking much experience and was forced to be integral in everything. It seemed to happen all at once with no chance for mistakes. And I was expected to do it with an enormous gifted penis learning first time fucking, an ugly brand burned into my butt, more respect as a breeding livestock than as a human kid with constant threats hanging over my head. I could be sent to the slaughter house if my work was considered a failure. I figured the son had the mentality to do just that.

At this point I knew I was on the verge of experiencing some huge change. Branch had told me I came to the dairy by design, not by my choice. The old man’s demise was on the verge of threatening the existence, in some sense, of Nature and I still hadn’t grasped the entirety of all those involved circumstances. I was just 18 years old. I’d come to love the sex taught me by the sisters, shocking for sure, but I was addicted to them. Now, I was expected to ensure that the dairy survived, also the nymphs, and possibly their entire role. I just couldn’t allow myself the gravity of all those thoughts at once. If this wasn’t a curse what was it? And it was the not knowing where my place in the future was being directed, not even by whom.

I couldn’t help but still feel out of place; what was I doing here in this serious situation? I had just come for a summer job to fill in before college and the joy of sex had been thrust upon me, ultra extreme, plus I wasn’t even the same person physically. How was this all going to affect the rest of my life? Was I even going to have a life? Who or what caused me to fall into this situation? Did my father really have even an inkling of what this was really all about? What had been controlling my parent’s minds when they saw me naked with my huge penis? What would I do in the future with a giant penis that was almost constantly erect? Would I ever be allowed to go home to the city? Could I ever possibly wear a pair of pants again? Did I want to?

[A possible dish washer job - with a constant erection who would hire me even for the most menial tasks, certainly not in the public view]

By this time the sons had also put me in charge of the milking like they enjoyed heaping responsibility on my poor naked miserable ass. “It will only be during haying” the youngest son assured me. I was scared - I have to admit. I had my nymph crew who were so resourceful, there was that, but the nymphs were subject to disappearing on occasion and that didn’t bode well for the herd needing to be milked every single day, twice, and that added up to 400 cows each 24 hours, 1600 nipples to pinch. I had to make sure the bacteria count remained low and the machinery, that I didn’t yet totally understand, kept running smooth. The manure stock pile had to be taken care of to avert a shitty disaster and cows needed doctoring, pigs fed, calves fed. The nymphs were threatened with the loss of Loon if time ran out on their timeless transitions and the effort to save her with my penis was ongoing. I couldn’t tell the son of the gravity of the nymph’s situation which in reality overwhelmed any of his problems stupendously and I was about to succumb to utter despair.

I tried very hard not to wrap the entirety of the situation within my thoughts because that would only serve to scare me more, maybe to death. Death - that was an option!

I wouldn’t be able to do any more outside work other than when a hay crew member was absent and then I’d have to go out in the hay fields to work between milkings. There was no time for that but the son would take no excuses. Sure, I would have enjoyed being outside in the sun but it was just too exhausting. The entire workload was something else to endure. I had to be alert enough to make sure the parlor operation remained intact. From that point on, stress, the weight on my shoulders as I was saving mankind, all helped kill the spirit in me. If it had not been for the nymphs I don’t think I would have made it; if it weren’t for me they wouldn’t make it and if things didn’t go right we were all doomed from what I understood. It seemed my mind was being buried further and further into what the situation wrought. I seriously wondered why I didn’t just start running, and never stop, down that road toward The Mountain and beyond, not caring what happened, just to get away for good.

Just after they told me I was going to be taking charge of milking a bad report came back from the bottling plant. On top of everything else the bacteria count had climbed too high and I didn’t know why or what could have caused that.

The youngest son was very upset and he had a whole world of his own problems to deal with. He came to tell me that we were going to have to take strong instant measures to avert disaster. It wasn’t like he was threatening to beat me up or anything. He simply motioned to follow him as he concocted a brew of stuff that would kill any bacteria living in the milk house. He wanted to blame me but I think he didn’t believe I was doing a poor job.

He quizzed me about how Lilly had taught me the job and I said I believed she was very thorough. He reminded me that milk house cleaning happened to include a lot of extracurricular activity and queried me with a long look referring to my time with Lilly fucking me. I couldn’t believe he wasn’t simply going to kill me for possibly causing problems at a time like this. He knew exactly how much Lilly and I messed around, how much gizem there was. And with the once bright future for my breeding abilities dimming, possibly not making him big money I questioned my worth to him anymore.

I was really scared. I didn’t understand the real reason for a bad report but anything is possible even in light of our having not missed one surface during cleaning and the fact that Happy-mess gizem was such a powerful cleaning agent.

In the back of my mind I did wonder about some of our antics during milking, could that possibly have caused the count to spike? I didn’t think Happy- mess was a vector. I would have to ask the nymphs in quiet since Siza liked to put a milking machine on my penis every so often and Lilly was running warm water up my ass all the time. The water did squirt back out on the milk house floor. But we’d established that my gizem was food grade and Lilly was always very, very careful to extensively post rinse the milk house thoroughly after we were finished fucking, and after all, the nymphs were magic supernatural deity goddesses.

He mixed up some very strong percentage chlorine with added formaldehyde and some soap. He told me to take down every last piece of pipe in the milk house and parlor to strip it out “beyond thoroughly. We have to do this to save our dairy”. I commenced to climb ladders and take pipes apart in the presence of that horrible stinky gas coming from open five gallon containers. Lilly came by to see if she could start cleaning the milk house, our usual schedule, and I asked her to let me do it because this brew could not be healthy for anybody, “even you”. She was disappointed but for some reason didn’t fight the idea. I guessed she sensed the urgency. I just went to work madly paced and didn’t think about it.

I worked for what seemed like many hours scrubbing the walls, pipes, every single thing to make sure that no bacteria would survive, maybe not me either. I managed to reassemble the works as I started to fade, almost passing out a couple of times. I’d had to hose myself off continually while using this caustic brew because of my bare skin and luckily the ladder work was done first to keep me from blacking out and falling off. I finally finished and took the rest of that horrible stink outdoors to off-gas in the open air.

An awful pain had developed in my left side that kept increasing to the point I was almost not able to walk because it hurt so much. I’d never in my life experienced anything like that before and later Lilly was nowhere to be found, probably having done the mid day switch. I didn’t have her to ask about my condition and I was getting pretty scared.

I limped over to the bunk house to go inside and collapse on the bed. Now I was in terrible pain and it hurt to breathe, kept getting worse. I thought the pain felt like broken ribs on my left side but how could I have broken ribs just washing walls and pipes?

(In the real dairy story this actually happened to me and the results were probably dangerous although I survived without anyone’s intervention)

It was afternoon and nobody was around. I lay there alone and the other sisters weren’t yet present. I passed out at some point and woke up later still in pain but with it slightly subdued because I hadn’t moved. I remember the long expanse of time. It seemed like I lay there forever and just listened to my uneasy-halting breathing. I could breath in to a point and then it reached an impasse worse than choking. I didn’t know if I would come out of it or not. It didn’t seem to really be subsiding and I didn’t have anybody I could call. The house was too far away for me to get to. The remote haying was in full force now and most everyone was gone away.

It’s odd how your psyche and body seemed to know if there was real trouble, possible demise, and a calm kind of comes over you. Fear of dying seems to relent to a kind of peace. I found that sense and I just laid there.

Later in the afternoon Loon, the wife, walked into the bunk house with clean sheets as I lay still and she knelt down beside my bed. “What’s wrong --What has happened to you!?” I knew she must have been able to already sense what I was thinking but it was obvious she still felt shock because I apparently looked awful and my thoughts were confused and probably hard to make sense of.

I was confused about who she was at first, not expecting to see her, and then realized it was Loon, the fifth nymph.

It was hard to talk because of the sharp pained breathing but I told her about the bacteria count and what had happened. I told her about the youngest son being upset and the very strong cleaning brew that gassed me until I nearly passed out. I told her I wanted to make sure the cleaning job saved the dairy; we already had too much trouble to deal with. But I was afraid I’d messed myself up. I was surprised she didn’t seem to already know what was going on with her powers and abilities. “I was so worried that if the dairy was in jeopardy it might mean that you all were also in more danger”, and that last gasp statement almost caused me to black out as I inhaled a high pitch wheeze and jerked in pain.

She immediately started working on me and helped me to sit up which pinched the problem severely in my chest and I nearly passed out again. I cried out and she laid me back down and listened as though her hands touching me were conveying information to her. She pronounced me “poisoned” by that gas. She wanted me to walk around out in the fresh air to get that gas out of my lungs before any more time passed. She said it was dangerous to leave in there a minute longer. She had to carry me because I just couldn’t walk at all although I’d tried. Her strength seemed without limits as she picked me up effortlessly.

I begged her not to make me walk as we descended the bunk house stairs. I couldn’t stand it.

She laid me on the ground below the loading dock, my side, massaged my back telling me to breathe in and out as deeply as I could. That was terribly painful and I probably turned the color gray as I cried out again and again. She looked very concerned which made me believe perhaps I was in deep trouble. “This isn’t right - this was not supposed to happen”, I heard her muttering. I could sense the frantic nature of her work on me and I was perplexed that it seemed she didn’t have the entirety of her realm in control.

I wanted to kid her and make her smile instead of acting so grave but I didn’t know if I was truly bad off or not. The black cloud of unconsciousness kept creeping up on me wanting to take me away and she kept working on me to clear my lungs telling me to stay awake. I cried out again and again ever weakening as my will started to fade. It seemed so natural to simply pass out. For some reason I wasn’t any longer afraid of it. I almost welcomed it given the overall gravity of our situation and I’d grown very tired of life’s oppressing rigors.

I sensed, felt intuitively as though Loon was actually frantic to keep me alive, of course she was, and I loved her, didn’t want to see her apparent despair. That reason seemed more important to me than my own demise and I fought to stay awake for Loon’s sake, for the sake of all the sisters. “Thank you,” I said. “I was just going to lay there and I don’t know...” She shushed me up and smiled a different kind of caring into my eyes while holding my head in her hands after she’d turned me over. “I ... love ... you” I said making a smile and tears welled up. She twisted my nose and said she was going to make me better and that she loved me too, but in a manner of fact way, not like her old teasing self.

[Saving me with remedial sex -- there is nothing like remedial sex. it was the healing power of the nectar cycle and of course it’s simply surely magical extended ejaculation]

“Try to stay awake. I’m going to help you...” she said, as she took off her dress not giving our location by the road a thought. “ ... and hopefully help myself as well.” I wondered what she meant and wondered what she was going to do since I was not assumed in very good shape for having sex with her. She bent over me and offered me a nipple. “Suck on this”, she said. “I want you to take in as much as you can.”

I knew the act having done it with her and the sisters constantly before. My head hurt, ached awful, sharp bright lights, but she seemed insistent and dead serious about me sucking her breast. So I did, like a baby. The nectar in her breasts was not new to me. But now Loon wanted me to partake for another reason and she said, “This is actually healing for you and I both, now in a very powerful way. This is exactly the moment that we have needed. Suck! This is more powerful than you’ve experienced previously.”

Then after I’d nursed for a bit I started to feel a kind of relief and the next thing I knew she was working to arouse me. She did. She swung her leg over me and as I continued to suck she inserted me into her vagina and slowly immersed my penis in all the way, easy, not to disturb me, stopping, just sitting there, quietly. While I sucked what was an overwhelmingly vital and tantalizing fluid she said, “The flavor will adjust to be whatever you need. Just let it flow in as naturally as can be. It will always be wonderful, regardless.”

In moments I felt something of the sensation of ejaculation beginning in a slow controlled way that seemed to match the pulse and intake of nectar into my mouth. This started a cycle of energy that pumped strength into me, through me, cycling that was very obvious. I felt compelled to continue to suck more to increase the output of my penis. The more I sucked the greater the volume of ejaculation. It felt more stimulating as the inward draw from Loon into herself, her vagina became more intense, pulling in on my penis until we were locked together, a reassuring feeling. My balls were vibrating in the energy pulled tight against her, a titillating draw hard to explain for its wonder. The controlled nature of it gave me almost the same sensation as intense orgasm ejaculation but instead continuous, smooth, more soothing, still sex to die or live for. I felt the healing descending from my head down to my penis, from my feet up, in what felt like tingling increased blood flow coming in from the opposite direction of the penis flow. This act was the same as we’d done nights in the past but this time the results were, instead, bringing me back to life.

This wasn’t the same stimulating and arousing action of just having sex but rather very soothing and even more, calming. It felt as though it was absolutely right.

I loved the experience even in my condition and this went on for what seemed like perhaps half an hour. It was just a beautiful thing. Such a powerful experience and a different kind of arousing unlimited. I think I could have done it for days because the longer we experienced this the longer my erection felt - like it was growing deeper and the tip vibrated effervescence! Just imagine ejaculating without stopping for as long as you could endure, the pulsating enriched by the mastery of a nymph’s magical vagina. Its implications are arousing just thinking about it. You know the wonder of the moment of orgasm and ejaculation. In this cycling action you just have that passionate feeling enduring, continually, and it’s no wonder you go into a trance. It makes a wonderful sleep aid. It felt like my gizem was carbonated and the pain in my chest had vanished.

Loon had closed her eyes and her composure was one of somebody in meditation. She just remained completely motionless without expression, holding my head to her breast for support. I kept sucking and ejaculating in a rhythm I was not controlling except for my effort to suck. It became a state of semi-sleep so I wouldn’t even know how long we actually laid there next to the road with this cycle surging along. I don’t have any idea if anybody came across us in this condition but it doesn’t matter. It was self perpetuating and ever so warm.

What was wonderful about it all was the fact that when I came to, as Loon was helping me get up, I went to sit down on the loading dock and within one or two minutes I felt normal like nothing had ever happened to me. I stood up thrilled, hugged her and asked her to come inside the bunk house with me for just a little bit so I could thank her properly. I was re-aroused and I hugged her tight sending my enhanced penis between her legs.

[Loon on the dock for reward and support -- I’m becoming cured as is she]