Chapter 6: The Kitchen at the Farm House

[Premise: “Gizem” he called it and I had definition for what was coming out of my penis in volume. Thick and juicy, sometimes running, it fizzled and popped, lots of bubbles. The amazing part was how quickly it evaporated and Lilly had actually tasted it as part of her testing. No, it would take far more schooling before I actually knew how to fuck to fill the need.]

Food for the crew was served three times a day, breakfast, dinner and supper. That was the old tradition “on the farm” as my grandparents had observed it. Dinner, mid-day, was the big meal and supper, evening, often consisted of a sandwich or some light food. The only time this order changed was during haying because the work load increased and a heavy meal in the middle of the day didn’t make sense plus it was easier-quicker to take sandwiches out to the crew who were bucking bales in the field rather than haul the entire crew to the house.

We’d risen prior to 3 o’clock in the morning and commenced milking after the herd came in from the night pasture. Milking usually ended around 8:30/9:00 A.M. followed by breakfast.

Although I’d missed part of the my first morning’s experience in the parlor I was still allowed to eat. I felt perhaps I’d earn it because now I knew just enough about what had happened to me, as the son explained, and I’d endured the old man’s abuses plus Lilly’s treatment-tests to survive with no clothes.

All of it was too weird. I was stuck with huge physical changes as a result. I noticed changes generally which made me seem thinner and maybe taller? I should be allowed to eat. Livestock? Even livestock have to eat.

Breakfast was served at the farm house. The big kitchen was in an adjoining room next to the attached garage. Entrance through a garage door across a dusty dirt floor and then into a side entry, up creaky wooden steps, opened the way to the big table. The farmer’s wife and a hired woman cooked and served meals at the expanding seating that held all the laborers when necessary, extent depending on the time of year. The crew size would expand and the table would too. It could hold as many as a dozen or more people. In time I would come to learn the table had many unusual capacities.

We normally stopped for mid-day meal some time between noon and 1 P.M., usually a little later was better because the late afternoon milking didn’t finish up until as late as 8:30 P.M., even later sometimes. Dinner (lunch) was better served later to try to match the work day’s length. Working days were normally 16 to 17 hours long, breaks in the middle were longer for the larger meal giving a chance to digest it except while haying.

At my first dairy breakfast there would be just me, the farmer’s wife cooking and the hired help, a woman, Bernice, I guessed to be in her late thirties. The owner and other family members ate inside the main living portion of the house and never shared their space with the farm labor.

Upon getting reluctantly out of the truck as the son pulled in, stopped in the circle drive, I was told where to go. “Just follow your nose.” The son honked his horn and hit the throttle as he took off leaving me exposed. In the truck’s absence the house appeared in front of me. There the wife stood.

She had just dumped something into the trash can.

She stood in front of the garage door opening, a smile on her face and I stood frozen with my rather huge erection pointing right at her. My heart stopped. She walked without hesitation directly to me. This was the first time seeing her since we’d met on my arrival. She walked right up to me and took my penis in her grip like she owned it. “Hi Tom!,” she spoke so cheerfully.

I looked around to see if anybody else was watching as she fondled me. I couldn’t believe she was so forward and what if the family saw her? She felt me all around kind of like livestock I guessed. “You hungry?” I managed to shake my head “Yes”. “C’mon,” she said as she reached and pulled on my penis walking directly into the garage. I trundled clumsily after her.

I looked down around my erection at my filthy socks, all I had left to wear and I pondered my demise. It reminded me of streaking the neighborhood as a kid back when I thought that was funny. Now, this was like insanity, an apparent condition I was pegged with and not of my own doing. I was being held in some kind of conspiracy to make me a dairy animal.

She pulled me up the two steps and into the kitchen. I remained silent and the food smells wafting out were just wonderful.

That odor of breakfast cooking made my penis throb, very odd, almost electrified wildly like it was pulling me ahead and her gaze jerked around to stare at me, eyebrows raised then smiling. I avoided thinking about what my penis was doing at the moment. She laughed and it shot some goo on the back of her dress which she responded to with again raised eyebrows. “Well look at you big guy. Shooting at me already. You ARE the one.”

I had not eaten for over 24 hours, not something I’d ever done before and my dad had provided me no lunch on the way down. I didn’t get to eat dinner or supper after we arrived at the farm and I hadn’t thought to take any food to pack with my gear. I just had to go without.

But, now, the breakfast would be more than ample, piles of it, such a feast for my hungry eyes. Food preempted everything in life and I had thoughts of nothing else.

I hoped there would be a big giant glass of whole milk sitting right in front of my chair. When asked about coffee I would say “No thanks.” I’d have just what I needed to drink and I could hope a whole icy pitcher of milk would sitting mid table at the ready.

The kitchen was a large and tall storage type room, very sparse furnishings. The walls were discolored with many stains. Two large windows looked like they were second hand from a factory, some panes cracked, mostly were too dirty to see out. The air was warm from the heat of a wood cook stove but otherwise the room gave a very cold appearance, not a friendly environment. The floor was stained dark in places as well and overall pretty gross looking but in my state of hunger I wasn’t going to be too concerned about that.

The food was always the same thing day in and day out, seven days a week. For breakfast there were hot cakes and eggs, ham and toast, coffee and juice. Once in a while there was a substitute of sausage for the ham, maybe some hash browns. Plenty of milk was available, of course, non homogenized and straight from the cow, rich with cream. It was sweet and cold and I drank gallons of it until I got hives which eventually forced me to slow down.

Usually we were not expected to take too long to eat at any meal. We were supposed to get back to work pronto so the eating was in earnest and I had always loved to gorge myself into a hurried swollen state by habit anyway.

In time I would learn meal time could be extended for, let’s say, particular reasons yet to be explained. At first the conversation was minimal and in time, depending on which day and mood of the week it was, could be either pleasant or terse, more often friendly and later all passionate.

I’d arrived in the son’s truck and used his advice to give me courage in that he said nobody would see anything unusual in my being naked, obviously a penis aroused. Completely hard to fathom he led me to believe it was the way I was supposed to be. So I used denial to bolster myself because I was so hungry as I followed the wife penis pulling me in through the garage.

A person working at the stove turned after she was alerted by our arrival. She immediately came over. I was greeted by smiles as two women perused me up and down, seemed to be very pleased which was not what I expected and mostly they focused on my crotch.

It was as if they were expecting me just so and I didn’t try to cover myself since it seemed like a hopeless attempt by a naked guy trying to be modest with an erection. It would obviously be silly to try to pretend because my penis in the wife’s grip pointed straight out, straining into the wild yonder. It dripped.

Out of my control it seemed to know something I did not and a wave of flush came over me as I gave in to my ridiculous condition. In fact my penis actually curled up further taut and surged, that after seeing them I assumed. And it was wiggling as they were giggling.

They certainly weren’t bothered by it but the emission of constant nature, goo shooting out in an unbroken stream, almost made me collapse. It felt so outrageous and I let out a high pitched squeak.

As mentioned the owner’s wife saw me for the second time ever and this time she was playing with my body which was of course totally embarrassing. She took my hand as if to greet me with a hand shake but rather just held both arms aside and stared directly at my penis while smiling. “MMMMMmmm---Hmm!” She noted with enthusiasm. Then she looked at her helper and winked with a nod, some kind of approval. “Nice, huh? Finally! Seems forever but just look at it now.”

“U-Hmmm,” she hummed as she circled me allowing the helper to have a close look too and they both chatted about my body which was very strange, taking turns to feel me over like they had license to do it while slowly toweling me off. It was like I was the new pet needing petting and they did.

They let their fingers slowly follow the curves of me, fingers, palms, as if they were smoothing while looking directly into my eyes. Across my body they would wipe over broader areas and then grope in creases, very sensual with frequenting smiles at each other. They giggled. My penis spurted goo. I was as nervous as hell but my penis seemed to really be enjoying them especially when a towel traveled in my butt crack wiping first and then probing- groping.

The towel was used like a shoe shine rag on my erection which made me gasp, one holding the tip while the other buffed. Their work simply made me stiffer and quite sensitive but not too much more goo, gizem. They were pleased and gizem almost seemed like a reward.

As she led me to a chair at the table the wife smiled again using her hands to feel me around slowly across down in my butt while bending to sit, commenting, “cute, no harm done,” as she focused rubbing my anus with approval. “Too cute,” she commented to her helper pointing her finger into a bit. That tickled and caused me to jump with fright.

Then over from my chest down to my crotch, stroking my penis, she was being so very bold. I was still starving yet not as embarrassed as I should have been perhaps because now advanced hunger preempted their messing around.

The groping was my payment for food in exchange so I just patiently accepted it. It was astonishing of course but their manner somehow made it seem more ordinary because they were so routine as they cleaned and wiped me off while talking with anticipation in more normal tones.

I got out of the son’s truck a complete mess and now was getting cleaned with the two women’s apparent horny attention.

The wife seemed very nice, not like she wanted to harm me, just intensely interested in me. Then, both of them focusing on the front of me before letting me sit, her helper reached forward to hold my balls one at a time like inspecting livestock and I tried not to flinch but rather moved my legs aside a little which seemed the natural thing to do.

She made an issue out of feeling each of them kind of systematically while the wife ran her index finger slowly from the base of my penis all the way to the tip and questioned her helper, “Hmmmmmm?”, as if she was measuring me. “Yup, you bet I am.” They both laughed a little. “Seriously. You just wait,” the wife repeated again as she stared into my eyes holding a hand around my neck while squeezing it. Her lips pursed like she was going to kiss me. “I’m doing this one as soon as possible.”

Then she stopped for a moment, “I’m sure glad you finally made it Tom. MMMM- mmmm.” Then I got kissed passionately and Bernice squeezed my balls a good one. As expected gizem goo shot out and they laughed as I again almost collapsed with that seizure. “I LOVE IT!”

I sat alone at the table where she pointed me to sit helping me down with a lot of hands on. Without saying a word I sat for a bit as she kind of massaged my shoulders, standing behind me and asked about coffee. I declined. I’d never been a coffee drinker. No one spoke again except low comments between the wife and her helper until Lilly came in via the same door I’d just arrived through, almost like on cue.

The wife quickly reached down and surrounded my penis with her grip, pulled me to stand, turning to present me to Lilly. That felt amazing when she squeezed my balls with her other hand, her cheek pressed to mine as she bent close from behind. That again made the gizem really come out. I let out a long groan.

She turned me to face Lilly. I moaned impulsively and wanted to form words but couldn’t. I should have been really panicked-embarrassed but it felt so- so good. That kind of seizure left me half conscious and then all attention turned to Lilly. Again I sat quietly with a lap full of stuff which I tried to ignore. I even thought about carefully wiping it on the table cloth.

As soon as Lilly appeared the cooks’ overall mood changed, even brighter and memories of her in the parlor re ignited as I pondered what the son had just told me. The cooks were obviously very pleased to see her and astonishingly her state of undress had changed. She wore pants and a top with no shoes plus the same cap. She seemed to glow with energy.

Just as the son had said nobody showed surprise or concern about my state of undress other than being aroused to fondle me. All was apparently normal as they got busy studying me. I had kept my head down pretending not to pay attention while the wife and her helper whispered to Lilly but I didn’t want to know what they were talking about, exactly.

I couldn’t have been more nervous. My skin crawled in the environment like embarrassment was even more real than ever before. I understood Lilly, as nice as she seemed, had done some really strange things to me I now knew resulted in my outrageous body changes. She had reached her arm up into me through my anus? Her arm!? I felt kind of ill and certainly clammy. I thought she was really something but I never wanted her to do that to me again. I wondered why it had not killed me.

I tried very hard not to stare at anybody, to mind my own business, but I just had to peek frequently to try to understand something, anything.

Lilly’s skin glowed tan in many places as her new found pants rode low on her hips. She was beautiful. Even her butt crack was gorgeous. I got good glimpses of her as she, back to me, talked to the cooks over by the stove.

It seemed apparent Lilly’s skin was splattered with color from the milking parlor. At least that’s what I assumed, a kind of greenish tinge over gold, like tan. She massaged both sides of her bottom, hands pushing down her pants as she idly carried on and that sight kind of trapped me in a stare studying her. It also made my penis stiffer drooling like it had eyes from under the table cloth.

Her pants rode lower and the vision of her was actually kind of arousing me. No, really arousing. She was SO cute. It was hard to take my eyes off of her as I tried to remember her in the parlor with nothing on and of course my penis, always, straight up under the table was trying to reach from the underside to see her too. It was evil I thought. But who was I to judge. It was just a penis after all.

It seemed she was anticipating my curiosity and eye contact was her apparent goal. She began to quickly turn her head to grab glimpses of me as I sat. I could tell she was talking to the cooks and the subject was me. That was also unsettling. I got more nervous, shy, stuff like that, renewing the fact I was all skin.

Eventually I just kept my head down looking at my food while actually feeling her interest surround me like a personal energy that wouldn’t go away.

She was different than anybody I’d ever experienced, a total understatement. I surely didn’t want her to see my curiosity driven interest in her but I wasn’t at all sure why I should not. She was somehow visually teaching me what sexy looked like.

All of me, my mid section, were reacting now without explanation, just strangely frizzed for lack of a better term. I was humming with anticipation of both food and Lilly’s attention, hunger vying with arousal, hoping she would touch me but being so afraid to think like that. And I remembered what the son had told me about not “fucking” her, assuming some sex thing. Then before she sat down she had bent over me from behind and put her warm hands on my stomach causing me to jump. She massaged me, kissed me on the neck again and again. “O-O-Oh... !” True, she smelled so good. I was possessed.

I jerked nervous and she thought that was funny. I was thinking only of my bare body so available again after the experience in the parlor. She was interested in looking down at my penis because she pushed the table cloth aside to expose it and hummed a kind of approval sound. In her cute pixy voice, “Good boy!” My penis looked right up in earnest at her with one eye. She put her finger tip on that eye and pushed gently as it pushed back. “This is really big, a big thing, important. Would you like me to hold it?”

Without waiting for an answer she massaged me like the two cooks had, my legs, my sides, of course my penis was fondled which stiffened me up. I inhaled deep, in, suddenly with a jerk, and half rose up throwing my head back. I sighed loudly unable to avoid it. She gathered and spread over the front of me her intent, massaging goo gizem on me.

Before I could really react to so much intrusion she immediately broke the silence with the first question. “Are you hungry?” Without looking I shook my head yes. “It sure looks like it the way you are scarfing the food down.” I was more embarrassed now. I stopped chewing as I put my fork down. I was probably slurping in my starvation. I folded my hands in my lap to help cover me as I moved the table cloth back where it should be.

My home life had always been steeped in learning strict etiquette. “I’m sorry Mam. I haven’t eaten in over 24 hours.” I answered without looking up. “Why!?” I cautiously looked up around at her and the magic in her eyes was like the fire of an inquisition. Hers caught me square in the stare. She pecked me a kiss. “Why didn’t you eat?,” her face, so close to mine, enthusiasm almost alarming.

She looked very young yet she seemed to own deep maturity. It took moments for me to get my thoughts together as I watched her eyes and face with lips in a smile taking control. “Wo-o-o-o-ow”. Her gooey hands wrapped around my neck as she squeezed and kissed me on the lips again.

She started stroking my penis rapidly. The resulting surges were mesmerizing to overwhelming. I about fainted groaning in passion with the seizures as the goo tingled gusts inside my penis. “Oh GAWD! O-O-O-O-H!” It drew every ounce in me, all, heart stopping, to a focal point that spewed-sizzled out of the tip of my erection. It made sound and I wilted.

“Well... ?” She kept doing my penis with that constant seizure continuing and I had a hard time to gather my answer. I stammered. “Eeeeuuwww... , “ breathless. I blurted, “My dad didn’t stop for any food on the way, so...” Another kiss stopped me mid sentence. I shrugged my shoulders nervously having blurted out and turned my head again to the food to avoid looking at her and the mess she was making. I so wanted to be cool but that, silly, couldn’t work.

It seemed this quick introduction gave Lilly pause to look me over quite closely. She giggled as she scooped gizem and spread it more places. “I massage you with this gizem because it’s important. You keep making it and we’ll both be happy. This is part of your new job Tom. I know you like the feel of it coming out. You should.” I couldn’t continue to eat with this close survey making me more nervous. “Hmmmm,” she murmured to herself. “Here, juicy boy, give me your leg.”

I felt the chair turning aside as she seemed to own real strength which brought me, sitting, completely out from under the table to the side. Exposed to everyone I’d suddenly come back into the daylight.

I panicked with my big penis so slimy in front of so much interest. She’d tipped the chair back slightly and pivoted on the back legs with a scuttle of wood on the concrete floor. I looked up at her wide eyed as she moved in front of me. “Give me your leg,” she repeated.

I just sat for a moment not sure what to do, noting my penis tingling, stretching stiffer than it was when watching her massage her bottom. It was hurting like pinching in the tip as did my anus puckering in.

She reached down to my right thigh lifting it up. Gliding her hand under down to begin to remove my dirty sock her hands were very warm and she made no special note of my erupting erection, not that I could tell. All seemed to be taken in stride by she and the two other women.

But how embarrassing as she had her face so close and I grabbed hold of my penis like a knee jerk thing. She gently took my hand away, smiled as if teasing me and said, “There. I’ll take care of that. You just relax as best you can. You’re my baby and we both own this perfect penis, yours; mine because I made it what it is.” She kissed the tip of it, winked, stuck her tongue out and let the goo dangle from it. Then she put those same lips on the tip of my nose before laughing and sharing a smile with the other attentive ladies. I was shaking like a puppy and they were acting like things were simply just fine.

Vivid memories of the milking parlor experience seized me as she without looking tossed the sock up in the air toward the stove and into an open basket with a crazy flip that seemed to defy logic. The sock seemed to own intelligence weirdly. “You don’t need those poor old things. They’re useless.” She kneeled there one eyebrow up holding my legs and looking directly at my crotch, her head side to side moving a leg over with another “Hmmmmm”. She seemed to be looking under up my crack or something.

“Let’s have another look at things to see how we’re doing; shall we?” She ran her finger forward along my erection and under my balls. I sat with my arms hanging down kind of frozen in wonder still looking her over and noting her unusual beauty, the fact I could see down her blouse in front too. And oh, my penis, showing off, awful and stretching bigger, all that stuff, volumes coming out on her arm, more for her to spread on me. All of this didn’t bother any of them, goo all over and three women gathering spreading it.

She pulled me toward her forward on the chair so that I was slouched noting, “G-o-o-d boy!” She giggled and picked up my other leg to go through the same process. That dirty sock went flying into the open basket followed by a kind of a massage of my leg as if she was trying to calm my obvious nervousness.

Her very warm hands seemed as if they’d been influenced by maybe hot water or the stove, something incredibly good feeling. One more subtle “Hmmmm” followed as she smiled at me and pushed both my legs up and back to expose my crotch fully open more like a baby diaper change.

“Ummm-Hmmmmm. Here, hold your legs up for me. Checking your progress here. Now that you’ve finally arrived let’s see how you are doing with my first adjustments.”

From behind me the wife reached for my hands and guided them to grab my ankles pulling and folding my legs, knees to my shoulders. “Okay!” The wife was bent over and cheek to cheek kissing me and nuzzled. That was magic. “You ready?”

From in front Lilly gathered more goo she called gizem and began massaging methodically spreading it in my butt crack, all over my balls, pushing my erection back up to my stomach so the wife took it and massaged as I jerked with the stimulation. Gizem spurted out and hit me in the chin. Such a surprise, all of it, more for the wife to spread around my neck.

I worried about what they were really going to do to me. Perhaps it was again the anus thing. I tensed up hoping not.

I felt immediately more vulnerable as Lilly began to focus her hand in my crotch while humming, gliding fingers in the rest of the way clear under and into my anus, really intently, without hesitation, repeatedly dousing a finger to the second knuckle, gizem lubricated, smiling into my eyes as if I was supposed to welcome it.

I jerked with the sensations, anus tickled, voicing the surprise. She winked as she gathered gizem on two fingers and pierced my anus with them, a smile, pulling out to gather more, studying my eyes, twisting fingers into the second knuckle waiting for my response. She watched my expression. “On no...” I wasn’t ready for this, for the vision of her doing it.

I didn’t take my eyes off of her as the wife reached over and lifted my enlarged balls over out of the way to the side. My stuff was in their way. I panicked but tried to maintain some composure as her other hand pushed my erection up vertical squeezing out more gizem to make it run down on to Lilly’s repeating anus probes. She smiled into my eyes and massaged- squeezed. Lots more ran up my chest and that kind of deflated my testicles for a moment, made more room for Lilly repeating more rapidly in and out making my anus stretch, perhaps relax. But it tickled.

Then, continuing, warmly around them, cupping, systematically pressing just as the wife’s helper had done, she placed her hands touching all my stuff thoroughly spreading more goo around with two hands as it squeezed out between her fingers with resulting squishing sounds. I looked up at the wife and she was smiling intensely, anticipating. They owned me with hands that were just like me now covered dripping. I was the tar baby covered but instead in my own slime.

Oddly it wasn’t so alarming aside from embarrassing because three women were hovering but Lilly was being very gentle, not forcing. Then with a wink at me she giggled as if in recognition and she spoke, “Yes, you ARE REALLY ALL NAKED. You’re Donna stay that way. I’m feeling your crotch all over including up inside your anus. You can watch me. See?”

She slowly inserted into my rectum with a grin focused on my eyes as if again waiting for my reaction. “Get used to this Tom.” She followed by continuing pushing up into my anus further which I could mostly see clearly, a finger, two, three with her thumb, astonishing twisting, anus wildly stretching. I gasped to see such a shocking thing. But it strangely felt good like what she was doing was supposed to be. “This must be impossible,” I said. She stroked my penis with her other hand squeezed to my stomach, holding it, stroking it with increasing pressure.

Oddly the tug and feeling was so very erotic lubricated with all the goo. I quivered, “Aaaaao-o-Oh... , “ and worried about the anus invasion, the part the son told me about torturing some others, somehow, maybe and they may have been killed or something? But then she looked directly at my eyes with concern. “See? You’re doing fine because you have arrived.”

At that moment her hand started twisting and suddenly disappeared up between my legs, in beyond my crotch, inside my body, beyond her wrist! All felt very strange but not exactly hurting. I gasped. There was motion on the surface of my stomach from inside and her arm continued twisting this way and that, around. I got so very scared but she seemed to know what she was doing. “NO! What are you doing to me!? Are you killing me? Please don’t.” I cried. “Tom, I’m simply checking inside you like before, like we will in the future.