Chapter 4: This Is Home

[Growing into my most important role, dairy livestock sire, well equipped as The Lover Of Goddesses, ambassador of safe sex - curbside service with the miraculous fits all penis, really!]

NOTE: This tale is familiar but making basic changes starting now, for the better.

We finished our coffee and got up to leave as our barista smiled and approached, “Don’t forget to call,” she said with a lilt. Rose intervened. “Maybe you’d like to take a break right now?” She kissed the lady in her magical way. She reached her hand out to grasp the barista’s and pulled it to my crotch guiding her fingers around to grip, and I liked that.

She was a lot more bold than probably I would have been. But I was trained in those skills at the dairy. It’s maybe just that a deity, Rose, doing it makes it carry more weight. But, yes, I was successful with the help of Lilly, convincing ladies to try me out on the sidewalks of town. And the old man, the dairy owner, later told Lilly to clean me up for appearances. “It vill Be gute for sales.” And he included making me smell better. Thus, the whole practice of being publicly fucked, I mean serviced by me became wildly popular so there was a line forming.

“You got a minute and a some place to go nearby?” queried Rose. “Uh, sure,” said the surprised host. “Just a minute.”

[It was customary, especially with Siza’s prompt, to offer demonstrations to anyone nearby; the dairy owner always encouraged promoting business selling my services; the demonstrations were always apt to cause a stir; because Rose was so very much like her sister Siza I had to be ready for anything]

As we stood by looking around at other customers, who were quite alert to our presence, the lady released me, slippery, and went to talk to other employees. Rose informed me we were about to transition away. She had been readying it. “So you might as well do her now, payment in full. You don’t know when you might be back. No gizem schism here pal,” she added.

Our barista friend came back and signaled for us to follow her as she went out the door and around the building to the back and into what was a boiler room kind of setup. It was warm and Rose took off her vest to hang on a nail. Immediately she started coming on to the person who, with a quick jerk surprised response, warmed right up to Rose’s fondling, removing clothes, getting the party, or rather a livestock service session underway.

“I have fifteen minutes, a regular coffee break,” said our new fuck friend and Rose said, “Perfect. I’m going to show you something you may never have the pleasure to experience again in your life. But if you do him really good he may just be stopping by later.”

Rose’s caress was making our friend come on to the passion of a goddess as I stood by at the door. It opened and two more people strolled in, obviously already aware of what was going on. A cute girl I’d noticed, also working at the shop, was already taking off her clothes, and the older guy was eyes glued as Rose juiced up our barista. Rose looked around and smiled. “You better get busy Tom. More work is arriving.”

I coaxed our barista to get up on the boiler; it was warm but not hot. The other new girl reached and squeezed my balls as I pushed forward to keep juicing up our coffee maker. The guy moved close with a very satisfied look on his face as Rose came around behind me. The new helper, with a grip on me, was playing my penis before I started to push in, lubricated by already gizem and I felt Rose around back fondling in my butt crack by using some of the same already gizem to lubricate me. She was obviously going to do a little sister nymph control access pushing in to give our barista a supernatural fuck off company time.

A pre-transition love sojourn was commencing and it was going be quick but furiously passionate.

Rose’s knowledge about my workings was obvious, growing, stiff, and with her stimulations I quickly started to fill our friend with warm bubbly gizem which of course was not really semen at all. Rose knew it was the product of the Cosmos, transfer created by her sisters through entanglement, an endless supply. Our barista didn’t know or understand any of that other then the unbelievable feeling of fucking me, a guy she could only dream of and I turned supernatural on her. She got louder. All things got way wetter, gizem flowing back pressure, bubbles squirting effervescent.

She didn’t want to stop but her coworker needed to share this experience in the time available so I coaxed them to change positions as I bent over to use my cunnilingus skills on the new lady, spread legs, diving in after I showed her my sister induced long, long tongue. They all gasped and my new lover also got way louder in ecstasy.

I tasted her deep before leaning up and giving her the benefit of more warm gizem, fuck filling her up. Our barista was swapping tongues with her coworker as Rose continued in my rear. Then she motioned for the guy, noticing he who was affixed on her arm’s work sunk to her wrist. She indicated I was versatile livestock used for any and all sex. In other words, Rose knew my dairy duties included letting the guy milkers also fuck me, any and anal all plus. During milking as the sisters milked their cow, I fucked them and the guys in turn fucked me. That was a stack of unison squishing and it had been a while since I did those guys. But I was good. I was loose after Rose had tuned me up to fuck two ladies to ecstasy. All of this was happening within a 15 minute span of coffee break.