Chapter 52: Portfolio, Swills and More

The task at hand: I had no identity on me, had no pockets to carry anything. The only ID I had was on my head, the tattoo I’d received as livestock from the dairy before the breeder competition at the county fair. The ID number years later was of no use anymore.

I tell people I am a “God of Nature”, hoping the livestock aura which used to follow me around still exists giving people the notion I’m okay aroused and naked because I am just livestock. But I’m now always leery of the future, time wise, because I go it alone it seems, at least that’s the way I feel. And in all of this disjointed effort to assimilate to the now as a timeless creature I really want to again get connected to my other realm lovers and business partners the Swill sisters and sweet Mabel their mom.

Perhaps, with my new deity powers I can learn how to do something like that.

I was forced to be taken to a tattoo parlor by the dairy owner’s son because he said I had to have a permanent livestock ID put on me aside from any livestock brands. The ID was required by law he said. He told me I could opt for an ear tag like the cow’s had punched into their ears but they were potential problems with torn ears, things like that.

[Having met the sisters at their mother’s tattoo parlor I impressed them with my abilities to make love, unexpected amounts of gizem on my part]

[The mother, Mabel, consoled me on the tattoo table although she didn’t think I talked since I was just livestock according to the son but she was sweet to me and had a good grip on my penis]

[When they found out about me her twin daughters rushed in hands all over, not the least bit shy to grope me everywhere]

[As soon as they fondled me my penis went erect, they exclaimed my boner something they needed to cuddle with, “So Soft!” and they immediately removed their clothes with the intention of fucking me, no reservations at all; their mom thought it was really funny]

[What they didn’t know was about my huge orgasms, actually dangerous and hard to describe to them but I exploded with the fantastic ejaculations the goddess sisters required and to make a long story short I ran back to the dairy to escape them with a new tattoo on my head]

[And when the sister goddesses transitioned to their higher plane of existence I returned to tattoo parlor running away from the dairy. They joined with me never to be parted from one another again, as in rarely NOT having my penis in one or the other of the twins, such amazing fuck friends]

[Celebrating our love here, just as I had with the sister goddesses of the dairy before they transitioned, we took our fucking outside Mabel’s house and into the woods to make a huge mess several times a day]

[We fucked incessantly because I was a magic fucker so therapeutic they never got sore so we began fucking almost as much as I had at the dairy as livestock]

[Yes, there were other human girls for me to love but the love of the Swills was easily like no other aside from my sweet sister nymphs while they were on Earth]

They saved me from the dairy owner’s son who treated me as a slave. I was sure he was going to torture me, kill me probably for running away. But they made me their pet, hid me in their home. We became partners for life to include their mother. That was the ongoing realm of the Dairy Of Desire. And then we expanded into the mobile sampler sperm services venture on a slippery whim.

Yes, we also invoked the help of the sister nymphs to ensure success because years later they returned to Earth routinely to spend some time fucking me in their usual timeless way.

Using and enhancing a previously conceived concept of the Sperm Mobile Sampler, traveling the vastness of America, taking gizem randomly by convincing wives to force their husbands to the curb ready to partake in having an orgasm attached to the proven ecstasy of the patented Orgazma vacuum penis pump, it simply proved a means for testosterone poisoned males to find release to their overwhelming need for sex safely without breaking the vows of marriage and controlling population growth.

The idea, a stroke of luck, in fact many strokes, began to take off like the seizure of ejaculation so titillating. With the wives standing nearby, and usually a crowd of onlookers, guys would have their groins and groans in an extraordinary seizure of orgasm unlike any natural fucking they had experienced in the past. Frankly it was kind addictive and voting began to account for the best episodes of the patented Orgazma vacuum penis pump in action. It was considered possible programming for a syndicated reality show on TV and guys performing outstanding began American ejaculation icons.

[And eventually the power of magic sex would reach beyond the power of my ability to ejaculate, it would bring new meaning to the human experience of jacking off]

Meanwhile I was free to make love to my wife and new mother of three after she gave birth to our new children all at once with the guidance of the sister nymphs. Now, family of five, we often indulged even at Sylvia’s in the spa. It was sex like no other with my life partner. She seemed to enjoy the attention given her by friends and others while our new live-in sister by choice Mary Kay loved playing with and taking care of our kids, quite precocious they were. My daughters were learning to talk before the age of one. And my wife and I never had to worry about her getting pregnant again because the goddesses returned me to infertile after we conceived the kids fucking on the kitchen table surrounded by them as they created the pregnancy populated in the stars above. It was quite an evening.

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And meanwhile the new connection throughout the realms, example: me, a God of Nature in human flesh, became more and more evident creating new and lasting ties also among Humanity. Awareness became more far reaching with new understanding as I wandered and fucked, “serviced” folks with joy and my huge but “soft” penis. It fit indeed into a developing new age ridding itself of hatred and more free pleasure expression. And just like the new fascination with the Orgazma penis vacuum pump’s rising popularity and demand things seemed better than explainable.

It became apparent the family of our ties was more wide spread than ever thought of in the past. We were related to the environmental sister nymphs in other realms far-far away, universes reaching far into the past. They were an unusual sect who sought balance wherever imbalance became apparent unlike anything earth’s creatures had experienced at a level similar. The story of their existence was developing slowly but apparently I had genes in my blood to share with their league.