Chapter 50: Dawn of the Dairy of Desire

The full moon was glorious. It lit up The Mountain for our eyes to enjoy as we headed west to the dairy. I sat in the back seat of one car and three ladies took turns sitting on my penis for a wonderful yet bumpy ride. We passed the owner’s house which was all dark and turned in at the gravel drive in front of the bunk house. I opened the gate to the lane and told everybody to park on the far end of the concrete to get away from the highway, to turn off their headlights as soon as possible. We didn’t want to attract any attention. All parked, I told everybody to follow as I started down the lane passed the bull pen and a few of them had flashlights.

When I reached the spot to step over the low fence I told everybody about the mud, where it was hottest and to be careful but not be afraid to get in. One at a time the naked bathers took their turn going down the path, some giggling, and in the distance I could hear the ooh and awes as the first ones reached the mud. Margo, Margie and Mabel and I waited for the rest to go and I told them they wouldn’t believe the fucking we would have. “It won’t be what you think. The mud makes the fucking even more sensual and better, luxurious-silky-smooth. I’ll show you.”

When we reached the mud pond there were twelve persons already covered in various stages of mud bathing and their response to me was how overjoyed they were they’d listened to my advice. They wanted to come back, to enjoy this place in the future and I thought to myself about how the son could make money at that as well. How funny these things work out sometimes. Strangely it seemed some sort of plan might be coming together. I wanted to suspect nymph influence but I couldn’t believe they were having any affect, now gone. I didn’t even know if they’d survived in some fashion but they must have because we were all okay.

I signaled the daughters and Mabel to come with me and I sneaked them over to the left side of the pond in a place where Lilly and I most enjoyed our love. “This is the place”, and I took Margie’s hand to have her follow me as I sank in. Margo and Mabel waited a minute before joining us. “Oh, this is really warm” came the comments and “This feels so-o-o-o silky smooth. It almost feels alive.” “You just wait until you see what’s next”, I said as I pulled Margie closer to me.

There were excited comments coming from the group of women as some got too close to the center of the pond and discovered the hot part. “Come back you two or you’ll cook”, I said. “There’s plenty of mud outside, away from the center.” I signaled Margie to sit on my lap and the mud-warm feel made my erection placed between her legs. I told her I was her staff for support, laughing. “You don’t have to worry about getting off center.” I rubbed some mud up on her breasts and she sighed and moaned for me. “Let’s put my penis inside you so you can feel what the mud does for our loving.” “Are you sure?”, she said. “If you don’t like it you can just say so and I’ll take it out immediately.” So she rose up with my help, sank down on my erection, slow-slower and we took our time making it go in. “It seems to drag at first but just wait ... wait”, in it went, down, more, “Now. See? What do you think?”

[Branch and I in the mud, a long session of fucking - she was such a goddess to share the Nectar Cycle with]

Once she sank on my penis she just shuddered and gasped, worried me, and then she said, “Oh - my - GAWD, that is so much more wonderful than our normal wonderful fuck; that is simply to die for! What’s going on with that mud? I don’t believe this magical stuff.”

She spoke up louder so her sister and mother could hear and the rest turned their focus too because obviously the subject matter got their attention. “Tom has his erection clear up inside me and I’m in heaven -beyond. This mud makes the loving to die for ... simply TO DIE FOR! I don’t know how I can say it any better. This is sex heaven, in heaven. I’m IN heaven, yes, attached. A big muddy penis is up inside me. I have died and gone to heaven in the mud sitting on an enormous penis of silky mud, so there!”

The response was comical, I thought. “Get off and let me try it!”, said Margo. “Hurry up! I want to try it.” “Oh, alright”, said Margie but she didn’t want to get off, obviously. She stroked up and down a whole bunch of quick times before she even began to get off. But there was just enough stimulus to give me an orgasm I wasn’t trying to control in the suddenness. But I wanted it to go off into the air and spread gizem all over the pond just to give these ladies a good reason to stay in the mud and make love to me.

Margie rose up with my anxious help then moved to my left just at the right moment putting her arms around me as she sat down nestling close, not realizing what was to happen next. I let go of a huge burst of ejaculation shooting out through the mud and into the air like a missile from a submarine. A couple of flashlights had been playing on the mud surface and when the eruption let go the lights pointed beams to the sky. The ladies shrieked in glee. It was a gizem shower that decorated the mud all over. It brought back so many memories of my nymphs and our love making, nostalgia cut short by the current celebration.

Margo rushed to get up on me as the impulses subsided a bit. She moaned as she slipped down on my oozing penis and declared her sense of heaven in the mud too.

The ladies and Mabel were discussing their options and they started to want to try it out immediately. I thought about making love to fifteen women in the mud and that was some thought. This was far more than making love to six nymphs. I just shook my head and helped Margo go up and down on my erection mostly under her own power and let gravity do the work. She slowly slid off of me, panting, and came to rest with a groan and expletives. “Jesus, fucking Christ ... I would have never believed it. Ladies we need fourteen more Toms to ride, right now. Mom, you have got to do this. Come on - NOW.”

Mabel slid over and I helped her up and we went through the same routine. Mabel shrieked, “Sssshhhh”, I cautioned. “Do you like it?” “Like it!!? I want to stay here on this penis the rest of my life”, she yelled. “Sssssh.” I lifted and dropped her a few times and she just about came off the top of me with exuberance. “Oh my, I love you! Turn me around so I can kiss you juicy while we do this.”

The other twelve women then started in demanding their turn to sit on me. “Mabel, you can’t hog him”, came the remarks from one of her older friends. “Oh, I think I can ladies. Remember, I was the one that caused him to come to us. But I’ll let you each have a turn and I’m next right after that. I’m the oldest so have some respect.”

They all laughed and each of the twelve others came to take her turn giving me all kinds of reactions but all loving it supreme. One of them was totally arousing. I didn’t know why for sure but all of sudden I had to tell her to get off because I was going to erupt. I pulled her forward to me as I lifted her off my penis. It sprang back erect and she really complained but I stuck my tongue in her mouth and just in time because I went off with a huge ejaculation that erupted from under the mud’s surface again like a missile coming out of a silo. The surface of the mud was broken wide open by the gizem blast. It shot up in the air and cascaded down on the pond all over leaving a Happy-mess dessert glaze that made the mud look amazing. That happened again and again an alarming number of times as she held still with my tongue immersed and the show was illuminated by the bright full moon as the ladies all awed and o-o-oed like it was the Fourth Of July.

[We’re talking ejaculations like this going off again and again and, well you get the idea]

Once finished I gathered my strength, got up on my knees and offered anybody a suck for the vitality which was enthusiastically consumed by as many as could get to my penis in time. They all gathered around like baby birds in the nest, mud and all.

“AHEM!” There came a man’s voice as I was letting a gorgeous person suck on me. I jerked around to realize what direction that came from and in the moon light I saw the form of a tall man standing on the ponds edge on the trail leading to it. A woman’s voice said, “Aren’t you the owner’s son?” My heart sank in total fear at hearing that question. The shock of it just about made me pass out in the chill of terror.

“I am the owner”, he said. “Not that it’s any of your business but my father died and this is now my dairy.”

He was very somber and soft spoken, even more so than I would have expected and he didn’t seem angry. The news of his father dying was a shock and I had to ask, “WHEN, when did he die?” The son looked at me and after moments said, “He died last night in the hospital while I visited. He was very peaceful and he just drifted away.” “I’m more sorry than I can say, very sorry to hear that”, I said. “What are you doing here?” he asked of everybody in general. “We are taking this wonderful mud bath”, came a voice from the twelve others. “It’s just fabulous. I’d love to come back, would gladly pay you for this experience. I’ve never enjoyed myself more and of course our good friend Tom is the one who makes it so.”

The son walked back toward the lane and I watched him as he walked down the way toward the loafing shed and then drove away in his truck. He didn’t tell us to get out. He just left. That really perplexed me. He didn’t behave at all like I expected, not in the least.

The women were clambering for more sex and so I decided that I better accommodate them.

We kept up the fucking and ejaculation shooting for an hour or more before we all decided we better get out and go to the milking parlor for the warm water bathing. It was a wonderful exercise.

We bathed each other with new found talent. I ejaculated to make more soap, washed each and fucked some more to show them how the nymphs and I milked. All fifteen of my friends lined up bent over per my instructions as if they were milking. I just kept going ejaculating to keep each and every one filled with joy without exploding until they were nearly overcome with pure ecstasy.

I made more gizem and they ate it up, over and over until about 2 in the morning. What a party! Fifteen naked partners all slithering all over me! I pondered what the nymphs would think of this and I had to believe in spirit they were with us in some form or manner. That just had to be.

The son’s behavior still bothered me but I found sympathy for him in my heart. I knew something of his loss and I somehow needed to understand better. I really felt sorry for the family now. Grief was becoming a closer associate. So I decided to stay in the bunk house that night for some unexplainable reason compelling me to do so. I didn’t know why for sure. I just followed my heart.

I should have been afraid but I wasn’t. I walked out to the cars with the ladies and kissed them all goodbye. I really gave Mabel my heart felt hugs and kisses, best I knew how. I thanked her for all she’d done. I had to laugh at the fact none of the passengers in the cars bothered to put clothes on. They were going back to Mabel’s house in the nude feeling perfectly fulfilled. How enchanting the experience must have been for them to end up so uninhibited.

I told Mabel I needed to stay at the bunk house because there was something about the son I needed to understand. “Something dramatic has changed. I’m feeling it right to my core.” She seemed concerned about my safety, could be an issue and I said something was telling me I didn’t need to worry. I couldn’t explain it but there it was. I told her I knew for sure my nymphs were influencing everything in some way. She said I should let Margo and Margie stay with me for company and warmth and she would catch a ride back to her place with the other ladies.

I thanked her for that idea but said I was reluctant to try to make the two girls stay in the old shabby bunk house. But she insisted it was a good idea. “Those girls are used to just about any kind of environment.” She said she had plenty of stories to tell on them, with a twinkle in her eye, and how they were more worldly than I might guess.

So with no reluctance at their mother’s suggestion the two girls and I lined up on the loading dock and waved goodbye to the group as they drove out the gravel drive and east on the highway back toward the great mountain.

I looked up at the full moon and the brilliance seemed so extra bright. I felt a kinship with it. I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what I felt at that moment but it was a great calm. Then we three went inside and I made up beds and tried to clean up around. “There isn’t one sign of anything left by my nymphs, no traces at all. All there is left is the dirt and disarray but my love for them is intact.”

This bunk house was now ours and I was overcome with a sense of ownership, belonging.

We all laid cuddled together on the bed that was mine and I told them of my coming the first night, my lonely walk up the road and some of what happened in the days that followed. I told them about Lilly and her introductions to a very naive me, how she soft introduced me to sex and seductively stuck her fingers in my anus and massaged my prostate when I was so new here and just fresh out of parochial high school. “It was totally shocking but she stole my heart completely and I was immediately in love. She was able to do just about anything to me because I was compelled to accept her. I found her to be so gorgeous, like a porcelain doll. That makes perfect sense since she is a goddess.

[Even in my very naive state of mind regarding sex, life in general, I felt compelled to let Lilly have her way with me, anything she wanted to do to me even up my ass inside my body]

“She took my clothes away from me and convinced me to act like, to simply be breeder livestock.” They found that part of the story pretty humorous. “She really played you well”, said Margo. “Yeah, it’s pretty easy to see that now isn’t it? But I got used to it and I actually loved it especially after my 15 minutes of fame as a naked guy with a brand.”

“It’s surprising sounding, the fact you saw change so dramatic as a kid coming from the city and now here you are, a super sex idol.” “Yeah, right”, I laughed. “This all is the results of the sister’s powers as deities. They told me I was destined to come here, that the plan for me was in place before time was recorded. I still don’t totally understand that but I had the lowest self esteem you could possibly imagine and it took a while to lift that up. I still don’t totally believe my worth. I guess I never will.”

“We want to hear the whole story”, said Margie. “Every detail.” “You’re so sweet, both of you”, I said. “I have a very hard time understanding how I came to be so lucky to find you.” “We are the lucky ones”, said Margo.

I said good night to them both with a kiss and we got in our beds only to have them both in bed with me within moments still naked for their pleasure and mine. We did as we did the night before, fucked and slept and fucked some more. I bathed them in gizem just as we’d done on the couch at their home and we slept immersed in the goo wrapped around like a curl of garden slugs. Oddly without setting the clock it went off a couple of hours later and I got up to go get the cows. It was just habit without giving it any thought.

They wondered what the heck I was doing so I explained. They insisted I wasn’t going out there alone so they got up and we all walked out to the night pasture in the nude and we laughed and messed with each other as I taught them the drill of calling cows.

Oddly as we walked by the bull pen Margie wandered over and peered through the timbers. I saw her reaching in and my heart stopped, worrying about the bull getting aroused. Then I realized the bull was just the other side of the fence with his head hanging down. Margie was rubbing him behind his horns, talking to him and he seemed very happy. He grunted soft just like he’d always done when the nymphs were with him making him happy. Tears came to my eyes and I realized the comparison. It was amazing. Tears welled up, “Oh, I can’t believe this.”

I continued walking and crying softly when Margie caught up to us and Margo said, “Why are you crying?” “I think truly I’ve found my new nymphs. I don’t understand it all but I’m deeply in love.” I stopped and hugged them both with as much love as I’d ever felt and there was something special there. I assumed I knew whose influence it was.

Margo volunteered to call the cows and she was sweet sounding as she called out, like she was a trained performer, her voice resounding and echoing off the mountain. The cows were alert to her immediately and they started up the hill just like they were programmed to do. On we walked behind the herd following them back to the loafing shed and I shooed the heifers out before they got into the parlor. Then I joined the two ladies in the parlor to show them what I did for a living all summer long.

I told them about how I “helped” the nymphs milk and how we made gizem and how we ate it while me milked. I got the first cows going on the machines and showed the two of them how to wash teats and they really seemed to enjoy it a lot, a surprise. Pretty soon we three had the whole parlor going with machines, milking, and when I got a chance I stood behind either Margo or Margie and we fucked for their pleasure. They just loved it. “You realize now that you guys are my nymphs! It is just so obvious.”

We kept up and the girls were so adept. They learned immediately and then we fucked some more.

About a half hour into milking the son arrived and came in the little door with a totally shocked look on his face. He saw three of us naked milking his herd like we knew what we were doing. He just stood there for a while and then finally walked up to me. I was of course apprehensive. He took off his hat and held it in his hands and started explaining to me what had happened in the last nearly 48 hours or so.

“Dad died, as you know. He just went so peacefully, so quickly. It was like he died on a schedule of some sort. It broke my heart and then I came back here and found everybody gone ... everybody. There we no nymphs, no Lilly, no wife, the house was completely empty and it was like everything changed and disappeared when dad died. I love him very much and I don’t know how I’m going to make it without him.” And at that the son put his head down and cried. His shoulders shook and it obvious he was in agony as huge tears dropped to the concrete.

“Oh, oh no-o-o-ooo”, Margo came to him and hugged him, held his head and put her cheek next to his as she stroked his head. He dropped his hat on the floor and sobbed loudly as his shoulders shook harder. He was a beaten man.

In the moment his world had suddenly changed with the death of his father. Margie also came over and hugged him from the other side and I made sure the machines didn’t fall off, lose vacuum while they consoled.

They held him until he was able to stop crying and they both kissed him and he seemed surprised. They let him go and he stood as he said, “And my wife left me as well. I think I’ve been a terrible person for too long and the stress of this place got to me. I’m very sorry, truly. And now that you are here I’m so amazed. I never expected to see anybody again and I was ruined, here, in the dairy business with no help at all. What am I gonna do?”

I looked at both Margo and Margie and I just focused on their eyes. Their eyes were telling me I belonged here for keeps. I was very confused with that. I wondered about their apparent wisdom and where did that come from? They both came to my side and held my arms and kissed me. Then Margie took hold of my penis and gave me an erection as she leaned over in front of me and pulled my penis into her self and we rocked on one another as Margot put her finger in my anus. They seemed overly adept at everything so quickly.

[We were living, exactly, almost, the sisters milking with my help from behind so glorious and now Margo and Margie were my nymphs]

Margie ran the milking machine in front of her with my instructions as I serviced her from behind and we went from cow to cow and kept up our drill just like the old days. I kept showing them how to do the work as we fucked. The son had started milking too and we all were working just as though nothing had changed. After a while he came by and watched us making gizem and then he asked, “Are you back?” “It appears so”, I said. “I’m not sure why or anything right now. I’m pretty confused but I’ll be for at least a while I think.” He smiled.

“You know that the Nymphs are gone, forever.” He just looked down and seemed quite pained. “They transitioned when I left. I couldn’t be with them anymore. They were done with this life. That’s when I ran. I didn’t know what else to do and I was afraid of what you might do to me.”

Still looking down he said, “I’m very ashamed I didn’t make it all better for everybody. I don’t know if I caused all this to happen.” “No, you didn’t”, I quietly assured him. “The nymphs were already preparing to leave before I came and I was sent here without my understanding why, to help them transition. It was all more confusing than I could really ever understand. But I did know somehow they were going away and apparently without a trace. Now we have only you and me.”

“How about us?”, said Margie. “Aren’t we worth something?”

“But you have your lives back with your mother.” “That’s just down the road east, toward The Mountain”, she said and I notice something unusual in her manner as she said that. “Yeah, but I don’t understand”, I said. “Are you talking about staying here with me, with us?” “That’s right”, said Margo. “We don’t intend to leave you alone. You are too important to us. I hope you understand we’re in love you silly boy. We aren’t about to let you go.”

The son and I just stood there looking at them, the entire scene with three of us nude, covered in goo, soaked and sweaty from love making, me behind Margie with my penis entirely in her and Margot with her fingers up my ass. We all stood there silent and stared until I leaned forward to Margie, reached back and pulled Margo to me and hugged her too.

“I’m in love too and so soon. How did this happen so suddenly?”

We were an odd picture the four of us in the parlor milking cows, only one with clothes on and three were covered in slime and bubbles and happy to be making love while the one with clothes kept milking and seemed to be in a different place, relieved his life may have been saved at his dairy. He simply had no problem accepting the naked people copulating next him because he as so happy not to be left alone. And after all, it was business as usual, not with six nymphs sisters but rather two sexy human twins who were dedicating themselves as nymph replacements and darned good ones too.

I was deliriously happy at that point. It was just too good to be true. And that same feeling of belonging at the dairy stuck with me only to get stronger, quickly.

I kept ejaculating slowly, controlled, to the delight of the girls and they really came alive with it. I sighed and looked at the cow we were milking. It was Babe! My sweet old favorite cow Babe. She turned her head around after taking a mouthful of oats and looked me straight in the eye. She winked and I found surprise familiarity in that as a chill ran up my spine. It was real.