Summer At Mountain Farm - A CFNM Experience

Summer at mountain farm

By Lars Lupin


The summer I was sent to Mountain Farm, I was in my late mid-teens. A had for a couple of years already been soiling the sheets with my nightly juices almost every night and my attention to schoolwork and helping out at home had become more and more distracted by my growing and constantly aching cock and balls. The actual trigger was when my mother surprised me twice one afternoon when I was happily stroking my member in the family bathroom but had forgotten to lock the door. It did not help that both times I simply carried on while staring back at my mother’s horrified face as I was simply much to horny to stop or even decrease my stroking action. I might even have been staring at her heavy breasts while continuing.

Arrangements were soon made to send me to visit my mother’s distant cousin Helena at her remote mountain farm, where she was living with her two teenage daughters. I was to spend a couple of months of the summer there to “learn to be more useful”. I don’t think my father or my brothers were told the true purpose of my trip. Neither was I.


I took the long voyage by myself. Having taken the early morning train from our home town, which itself felt like it was in the very periphery of civilization, I arrived in late afternoon at the tiny and desolate train station in the valley closest to the mountain farm. There I was taken as the only passenger by an elderly farmer in his horse carriage upwards and onwards along the winding mountain paths. It was a hot and humid day, even as we ascended into the higher altitudes, and there were only the sounds of birds and insects, buzzing lazily in the warmth of the summer day. After a few hours we came across a large wooden sign by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. It was written in the local dialect and thus incomprehensible to me as was the mumbling of the farmer (apparently he also only spoke the local dialect) as he pointed and gestured somewhat nervously indicating that this was my stop. Standing on the road side with the one backpack, I brought, I watched him quickly turn around the carriage hurrying off in the same direction as we came, decidedly much faster than when we arrived. I remember wondering what this was all about.

A little while later, I heard a smaller carriage approach from the road in front of me, as my mother’s cousin and her two teenage daughters came to pick me up. I had never met any of them, but they fit the description, although all off them much more beautiful than I thought. They were all wearing loose, white summer dresses contrasting with the long red hair and pale, freckled skin, which all three of them had. The mother, Helena, was a very beautiful woman in her early forties, with a low-cut dress showing of her large, firm breasts, and her long red hair kept in a loose knot under a large white hat that provided shadow to her beautiful blue eyes and perfect mouth. Her eldest daughter, Heidi, was a bit older than me, and almost a fully flowered woman, although more modestly endowed than her mother. The youngest, Ida, almost my age but more shy and timid, was thinner and smaller than her sister and flat-chested at that, but still very, very beautiful. Both had sparkling green eyes. I was immediately attracted to them all, and I noticed that my always restive cock was stirring in crotch of my pants.

“David? Get on board.” Helena said without letting down the reins, and I climbed up on the seat behind her and Heidi, next to Ida. Helena turned the carriage around, and we went back from where they’ve come. I immediately noticed their perfumes which engulfed me in a heavenly and intoxicating smell of flowers and…something else, not quite distinguishable. I imagined it was some natural healthy scent of sexually mature women. I certainly aroused me in a way I didn’t usually experience at home.

It turned out that Heidi and Ida only spoke the local dialect or that they were otherwise too shy to speak anything else. But they both smiled and gestured to me in a friendly manner and they laughed disarmingly whenever I would try to repeat what they’d said in my attempt to understand the unfamiliar sounds. So after a while only Helena spoke. “You’ll find that things are different here in the mountains than at home. Although our lives are comfortable up here,” she said, “everyone must do their utmost to be useful in their own way, if things are to work out. That is the most important rule for each and every one of us. I suppose that is what your mother wants you to learn from us while you’re here?” I supposed as well with some nervousness. Mother was always alluding to the supposedly privileged life I was living, and had over the years mentioned the hard lessons learned by the frontier life led by her ancestors in the mountain region I was now entering, and the family members still living here, such as Helena and her daughters. However, my mother hadn’t given me anything but very vague clues about exactly what kind of life I would live or what kind of usefulness I would provide while here. “I have made a number of arrangements for your stay, and I must confess that I have built up rather significant hopes for what grand things we may be able to achieve together, the four of us this summer,” she concluded without further specifying what she actually meant by that. I was to learn soon enough.

Chapter 1: Getting prepared

Not much else was said on the ride. It was already getting late when we arrived at the farm and the sun was beginning to set. The mountain farm was a small three-winged building with a separate barn opposite all situated on a gently sloping grass field with a grand view of the valley below with the train station where I’d arrived earlier that day. Around the farm house on the slope grazed goats, and chickens and geese ran across the yard. I was installed in a small room up under the roof in one of the side wings, where I put my backpack down on the floor. Helena and the girls had prepared a cold supper when I returned downstairs. While they had bread with honey and jam, I was offered a generous portion of a kind of rich cottage cheese unfamiliar to me, almost meaty in consistence. “Goat’s milk”, Helena said, “A local specialty in these parts, although I’ve gone to great lengths in refining the recipe to produce the desired results”. It tasted alright. Nothing more was said, but they all sneaked strange glances at me while I ate it and I was wondering what it all was about. Afterwards, it was lights out, and I went to my room where I quickly fell asleep, probably due the mountain air.

Next morning I awoke early by the sound of a cock’s crow, and I was a bit disoriented at first. I have had some very wet dreams, although I couldn’t recall the details, and my cock was aching more than usual. It seemed that my balls were slightly bigger than normal, which at the time I disregarded as a figment of my too vivid teenage boy imagination. My backpack was now nowhere to be seen, so I went downstairs in my night shirt. I discovered that Helena and Ida had already left for some chores unknown to me, and only Heidi was there, so I didn’t manage to find the whereabouts of my backpack for now, as she couldn’t understand my questions or else couldn’t answer them in any way I understood. Heidi had prepared a morning meal for me: Another ample portion of the rich cottage cheese.

Afterwards, it got awkward. Heidi beckoned me to come into the adjacent room, a kind of scullery with tiled floors and walls, where I was seated in a strangely looking heavy wooden chair standing in the middle of the room. I figured from Heidi’s gesturing and what I thought I understood of her dialect that I was about to get a haircut. My slightly wavy dark hair had indeed been growing a bit long in the weeks before my departure from home. As soon as I sat, Heidi drew my shirt over my head in a quick motion leaving me only in my briefs. Struck by the surprise and by the long speech in her incomprehensible language she was giving in the meantime, I simply rested passive and puzzled, as she then fixated me to the seat by first a thick leather belt around my torso, then four metal buckles locking my wrists and ankles to the armrests and legs of the chair and finally two straps going around each of my thighs individually. She then tilted the seat backwards with great ease as it turned out it was mounted on a kind of smooth hinging mechanism. The seat came apart, spreading my legs wide, and I suddenly found myself on my back in the seat in a position similar to a female patient at her gynecologist.

Heidi didn’t respond to my protests with other than more incomprehensible gestures and words in the local dialect. But she tried to calm me by placing her warm hand on my chest and running her fingers through my hair, maintaining for a few seconds my na├»ve illusion that she was about to cut the hair on my head. She did produce a pair of large scissors, but instead gently began cutting my briefs apart. Imagine my embarrassment when she then pulled away the remaining pieces of slashed cloths throwing them in the bin and leaving me completely exposed in the chair as naked as good had created me. There she stood, the beautiful redhead girl in her loose white dress and looking at me in my nakedness with alert, emerald eyes and a smile and laugh from her pretty, white face freckled by the sun. She was clearly in charge. She had the air of a professional, as if this really was as mundane as a normal haircut, but she nonetheless stole quite a few anticipating glances at my revealed cock as she prepared the next steps. Her flower perfume and womanly scent filled the room and my nostrils to great effect. My cock was still aching as were by now also my balls and my manhood therefore slowly rose towards her as I lay there completely helpless. I could feel this would be an almost raging hard-on as my swollen cock gradually began to throb and pulsate.

She began by first snipping away my pubic hair with new smaller scissors. Very methodically and thoroughly she chipped away my dark genital bush and in the process moving my now fully erect cock and aching balls around to make room. I constantly felt her warm breath on my crotch and anus as she absorbed herself in the task and my cock was by now fully erect and dripping with pre-cum. It took her about half an hour or more all the while that my massively hardened cock was almost constantly encircled by her girlish fingers.

When she had cut down as much hair as was possible with the scissors, she soaped in my cock, balls and anus with flower scented foam and began shaving my intimate areas with a handheld razor blade. Just as methodically and thoroughly and with her face just as close to the action as before, she shaved away the remaining public and anus hair, removing even the smallest most insignificant stubble on her way. She was clearly an expert with the sharp blade, as there was no accidental cuts whatsoever. She washed of the soap with splashes of lukewarm water revealing my cock (which was at this point as hard as it’s ever been and absolutely drooling with thick threads of pre-cum) in all its pink and naked glory. She then ran her slender soft fingers slowly over the shaven areas to feel for stubbles, that she might have missed, and once or twice redid the shaving where she found any imperfections. She even used her tongue to verify the smoothness of the shaving, which immediately sent electrical jolts of pleasure though my boner, especially when her fine, red probing tongue tongue circled my anus to check the shaving there. She was clearly pleased that this produced a visible bobbing of my cock, and she continued the circling more than what was probably necessary to check the shaving. Now completely smooth around my genitals and anus, she gently rubbed in some scented oil or lotion to moisten my exposed skin.

She finished up by dressing me in a sort of leather thong. It tightly encircled the basis of my penis below the balls almost as a cock ring. It then went around the hips with two string joined on the back just above my ass cheeks and a string from there buried in the crack of my ass and attached to the lower part of the cock ring. Before closing and tightening the thong, Heidi fastened a sort of small butt plug on the leather string in the back. She gently oiled my anus with her middle finger with which also penetrated deeper and deeper into it, oiling the ring muscle thoroughly. She then oiled the butt-plug, inserted it effortlessly into my anus and closed and tightened the thong good and proper so that it the cock ring was firmly pressed into the skin around the base of my throbbing cock and balls and the butt-plug was driven deeply into my anus.

Heidi tilted the chair back onto its feet and released me from the seat. Embarrassingly, any initial protests I’ve had had completely disappeared by now, and I was completely pacified by her sensual treatment and the intense pleasure from the tight cock ring and the butt-plug that kept me on a permanent edge. Heidi was clearly pleased with my subservience and she kissed me gently on my forehead and caressed my cock with a couple of strokes along its length as a kind of encouragement. However with telling gestures and ultimately a painful squeezing of my balls, Heidi impressed on me the clear message that I was under no circumstances to touch my own genitals, let alone try to get myself off, should I contemplate anything selfish and disrespectful like that.

Helena and Ida returned soon after that, and I discovered that my treatment and current predicament was not some crazy idea of Heidi’s but as integrated and natural a part of the farm’s daily routine as was cleaning, cooking, goat herding and so on. Helena scarcely took notice of my nakedness and my protruding cock, while Ida, obviously less familiar with the male anatomy, could hardly stop herself from gawking at my thick manhood and the glistening threads of pre-cum that occasionally dripped to the hardwood floor in the kitchen as I clumsily tried to help out with whatever tasks the three women were doing.

I carefully tried to prod Helena with questions that could clarify the purpose of this treatment, what I was meant to do to be “useful” and whether this would not seem strange to neighbors or strangers passing by. Helena mostly laughed heartily at my questions, but never gave away any useful clues. “You will find out soon enough”, she said mysteriously. “Most importantly,” she reiterated Heidi’s warning, “you should refrain from playing with your dick at any time. You will risk ejaculation which will not at all be useful to anybody and therefore punishable by intense pain. I think Heidi has impressed upon you in a very small scale the pain this will imply for you,” The tone of her voice indicated that she was not kidding.

Chapter 2: Afternoons in the sun

For all meals, I slurped up increasingly large portions of the special cottage cheese. I was beginning to like it very much. I thought it was my imagination, but shortly after eating it, I always felt a slight tingling sensation in my aching balls, even more now where their sensitivity was increased by the leather cock ring and the tight thong I wore all the time. My cock went like a pendulum from stiffly erect to semi-erect, but it never went completely soft at any time. It felt like I leaked several liters of pre-cum a day on every floor all over the farm house. My cock and balls were aching more and more for release for every passing hour and day, but I didn’t dare to disobey the warnings in any way.

Once in a while, Heidi put me in the chair in the scullery, took off my “harness” and redid the shaving to remove any budding pubic hairs and always gave me a good, long circling of her tongue around and inside my anus as a reward, so that her saliva would afterwards be dripping from my anus to the floor and mix with my many droplets of pre-cum.

The day after my first treatment, I was sent out into the open fields under the dark blue summer sky to watch over the farm’s goats grazing nearby. I was initially horrified by the thought of being seen by passersby’s. However, it turned out that the very remoteness of the mountain farm meant that only guests explicitly intending to go to the farm itself would come within viewing distance of the areas where I walked around in my splendid nakedness. And guests were not so frequent before some time later during my stay. These were a couple of good days, and a managed to work up an almost all-over-tan. I enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my cock and balls (always smoothly shaven) as I lay for hours on my back in the grass fields or on the warm rocks. I could see the trains come and go far down in the valley as distant as the surface of the moon. I was usually sent out after a breakfast of plenty of cottage cheese perhaps only after a renewed intimate shaving. Ida or Heidi would bring me cold glasses of milk during the day, and often also my cottage cheese lunch to eat amongst the goats. In the evening, before sunset, I would be called in with the goats for an ample dinner before lights-off. My stay so far in no way felt like the punishment I had thought my mother intended it to be. Come to think of it, it felt like I was as much the domesticated farm animal as the goats I was supposed to be watching over. My cock now only ached occasionally as the permanent hardness seemed to gradually provide for some sort of make-believe relief. However, my balls were growing almost visibly heavier and heavier by the day. It was as if all I ate these days went directly into my balls and increasing their weight.

Both Heidi and Ida would in turn take their lunch with me in the open. They always came alone, always without the other and always without Helena. The language barrier prevented small-talk with the two girls, but we nonetheless got along very well together. When Heidi brought lunch, we would sometimes lie together in silence in the semi-shadow of a tree after eating. She would remove her light white dress which I found was the only fabric she wore, and pack it under her head as a pillow letting her long, curly red hair spread out over it. That allowed me to watch her beautiful body in its entire adolescent splendor. She had perfect mounds of white flesh for breasts with fragile looking pink nipples which gained a discernible stiffness as we lay there together naked. She had a neatly trimmed red bush, suitable for an expert public hair dresser, above her almost glowing pink pussy lips which protruded from between her legs and whose color stood out in contrast to the marble-like whiteness of the rest of her body. I spend hours watching her and thinking about the imagined tightness of her cunt. In those moments, my cock would almost stretch out beyond its normal length, and I would more clearly feel in my anus the butt-plug penetrating from the leather strips of my thong.

When Ida brought me lunch, she engorged even more freely in looking at my swollen cock and balls than she did in the seemingly constricting presence of her sister or mother in the house. I would perhaps lie on my back in the sun, and she would lie beside me (fully dressed), lying on her side, her head resting on her arm, face towards me at the level of my dick, so she could have a clear view of my perpetually stiffening manhood. She would often touch the tip of the purple cock-head drawing long threads of pre-cum to see how long they could be made, before licking it from her fingertips in her mouth. She would perhaps also run one of her long, polished and coated nails gently up and down the length of my shaft, or she would cup one or two hands under my swollen balls as if to secretly guess their increase in weigh. She sometimes spoke to herself in the local dialect and once in a while tried to teach me some of its words, but I failed miserably to learn any of them. I, on the other hand taught her the words “cock”, “balls” and “pre-cum”, which she afterwards freely used around me as exclamations, but never in the presence of her sister or mother.

Chapter 2: Becuming useful

Then came the first harvest time: One morning after breakfast, instead of wandering of into the fields, Helena and Heidi led me to the barn across the yard. There I was placed with my back against a wooden plate with a large hole where my ass was placed. Helena spread out my arms and legs and fixated them with numerous metal buckles rendering me almost immovable. She now removed my leather thong, my dick slapping back up against my stomach flinging pre-cum around as she pulled away the cock ring. Heidi then passed onto her some mechanical contraption that looked like a set of metal shorts. They opened and Helena prepared to fasten it around my bottom half. In my anus went another butt-plug, but somehow flexible and inflatable (and much larger) to provide much more precise anal stimulus than the plug I had now been wearing for days. Around the base of my cock under my balls was placed another cock-ring likewise flexible. My balls were wrapped in a small velvety soft bag. My cock was dressed in a kind of condom with a tube on its end. Along the length of the shaft a series of rubber rings were fastened around the cock on the outside of the condom. The rings were connected by a metal finger running along the length of the cock along with different kinds of valves and mechanics. The contraption was now closed around me, and connected via cables to what seemed like a bicycle. The tube at the end of the condom was connected to a small glass container.

“So,” Helena said, “now it’s your turn to be useful to this farm. In return for the carefree days and meals you’ve had in the last couple of days, sprawling on your back under the mountain sun, you now need to deliver a valuable harvest that we have built up some rather high hopes for.” She was talking while checking the machinery and gently yanking the tubes and cables as expertly as an engineer would. “As you will find out soon enough,” she began, “this region is normally a strictly females only society. This is our chosen way. Even though we have managed to live comfortably and in peace for generations without needing any men around, not even for sexual pleasure, I’m sure you can guess that at least one thing provided by men is necessary to uphold our way of life in the longer run.” Heidi was now making sure that I was fully erect and ready within the condom, and she was using the flexible butt-plug buried in my anus to ensure it and checking visually and by hand that it had the desired effect, which was immensely pleasuring. Nevertheless, I managed to listen to Helena carrying on. “Till now the necessary quantities of male sperm has been provided from outside of our community, but now we will try to build a greater degree of self-sufficiency in this crucial area. It has been agreed to allow one male specimen into the region for this purpose, and I secured our mountain farm as the site for the experiment, as I have developed a few competitive advantages in this area in the anticipation of the arrival of a qualified candidate like you. I hope to build up a supply not only for the obvious essential purposes but also allowing for a little conspicuous luxury consumption previously unthinkable, if you know what I mean. So you will be our first try.” It was getting hot and humid in the barn, and small beads of sweat appeared on the necks and foreheads of both Helena and Heidi, as they worked to configure the contraptions. Helena wiped her forehead with her arm, but then decided to button down her dress allowing me full view to her cleavage as a side-effect. My cock jolted, momentarily confusing Heidi’s attempt to calibrate the exact stiffness between my legs.

Heidi said something to Helena and gave her thumbs up. Helena ordered Heidi on the bike where she immediately began treading its pedals. I instantly felt a wave of pleasure as I now discovered that the intricate contraption was simply a sophisticated machine to jerk me off. “Your mother has vouched personally for your above average ability to produce large quantities of sperm and your shamelessness in your attempts to relieve your balls from their payload in almost every waking hour. She was kind enough to offer you as a much-needed kick-start to our program. Bur I dare not take any chances. I gather you have already guessed that our creamy and fulfilling cottage cheese – a secret and very special invention of my own – is meant to produce large amounts of sperm in your balls, so that our production is more likely to hit the critical mass. Just from observing the growing size and drooping heaviness of your balls with the naked ey, I’d say we’re on to something important with it.” She smiled broadly. “So now, just leant back and enjoy. If it turns out a success you can look forward to many happy weeks in the grass fields eating sperm boosting cottage cheese and watching and fantasizing about my daughters from morning till evening”. Her words confused as well as delighted me. The jerking off together with the view of her sweaty cleavage and the vision as myself and my cock and balls as simply a piece of cattle to be milked, aroused me like nothing else, I had ever experienced.

As Heidi pedaled and the contraption pumped away along the entire length of my incredible hardened cock shaft and kept on stimulating my anus and prostate as never before, I was already drifting rapidly towards my first climax in almost a week. Mind you, this after being erect or semi-erect for every waking hour, surrounded by three very beautiful women, one showing herself of naked and regularly shaving my cock, balls and anus, another playing with my balls and pre-cum and sipping it up from her fingers between her beautiful lips. On top of that I had been fed loads and loads of the special cottage cheese that was clearly and visibly accelerating and multiplying my already powerful sperm generation capacity beyond my own wildest fantasy.

I think I actually managed to hold on for a few minutes by the sheer difficulty of letting myself go after this much restraint and now overpowering stimulation. But then I did cum as powerfully as I’d never experienced before. I saw myself almost from the outside and I saw the thick gooey cum continuously squirt and squirt from my twitching and throbbing cock and into the tube, and dripping down in the glass container in cascades. The first time I came, I think I shot five or six large jets of thick white sperm, before it stopped. Heidi and Helena were both smiling and talking excitedly between them. They were repeatedly pointing to the glass container being gradually filled with every jizz from my red hot cock and balls, clearly impressed with everything.

After my first ejaculation ended, Heidi simply pedaled on, without mercy, urged on by Helena in her buttoned down dress. However, I very quickly recovered, and the cottage cheese must have had an even more amazing effect than I thought possible, because I soon ejaculated again even more powerfully and voluminously than the first time. This continued for a number of times until my balls were utterly emptied and the glass container seemed almost filled to the brim. Helena and Heidi released me from the contraption and the buckles, strapped on my regular leather thong, walked me to the hammock in the back garden while lovingly caressing my ass, cock and balls. There I soon fell into a deep and refreshing sleep.

Chapter 3: Hands on

Life went on in that way for a while: Eating loads of cottage cheese and feeling my balls swell gradually in the shadow of my always fully or semi erect cock dripping ropes of pre-cum, sunbathing among the other domesticated animals often in the company of the two beautiful girls that would either be looking at my manhood or being looked upon in their nakedness. I was brought in to be milked in the barn every other or third day, releasing my growing loads of thick, creamy cum into the waiting glass container. After the milking began, Helena even came around with lunch herself sometimes, unaccompanied by her daughters. She talked more freely now, obviously treasuring my presence on the farm more and more, even if only for selfish reasons. She also fondled me, particularly enjoying weighting my swelling balls in her hands, her eyes glowing like a proud beekeeper. Once, she even kissed them, and afterwards ran her probing tongue up and down my shaft a couple of times and sipped up some pre-cum for her to taste and swallow. She had the air of a very successful and determined woman.

It turned out my sperm was being put on small marmalade jugs and sold to neighboring farms for a handsome price. In the beginning this was mostly for eating which was the luxury consumption mentioned by Helena. Long deprived of a natural source of sperm and daring only to bring into the community by barter only the minimum amount of foreign sperm necessary for the essential purpose of procreating, there was a very high demand for sperm to consume in more wasteful ways. Some enjoyed swallowing it as refreshment. Some rubbed it on their tits and bodies as a lotion or sunscreen. Some even used it to simulate the male ejaculation with the help of specially designed strap-on dildos when the beautiful women of the region regularly made love to each other. It turned out, that the special cottage cheese also endowed my now much more plentiful sperm with an especially fresh and seductive taste that made the product my mother’s cousin produced with the help of my cock and balls in extremely high demand. In this way gallons of sperm ejaculated from my balls that summer found its way to the mouths, skins and pussies of hundreds of beautiful women in the region around mountain farm. I’m sure Helena and the girls greedily sampled the goods as well.

Helena even introduced a new addition to my diet. It was a rich and tasty juice made of a mixture of berries and flowers found only in the vicinity of the mountain farm. Its effect was to increase the probability of my sperm producing only female offspring, a highly desirable quality from the point of view of Helena as it would reduce the likelihood of spawning male children that could eventually grow up to break the monopoly of mountain farm in its niche in the highly profitable market for fresh sperm. I would not be the one to undercut my own value. Normally, boys would be sent away to families in the outside world, but even the slightest possibility of someone getting the cleaver idea to keep a male offspring of such a prized stud like me, for future sperm production was not something Helena was going to risk.

Almost no one visited the farm in the first week of my stay, except for the two or three occasions where good girlfriends of Helena came by to have lesbian sex with her. These tended to be hour-long tender sessions of mutual oral pleasing and finger fucking, mostly in rooms on the ground floor or even just outside the farm house where Helena was sure I (and the girls) would be able to observe them.

However, numerous women in all ages now began to pass through the farm yard to pick up the valuable merchandise at mountain farm’s small outlet. Business was open in the hours before lunch, and Helena encouraged me to hang around the fields close to the farm house on those hours, obviously to let customers catch a sight of the prime stud and increase sales. I obliged, particularly as the glaring looks of the many beautiful women in all ages invariably sent powerful electric tingles of pleasure all the way down into the deepest reaches of my pouch. I liked to lie on my back in the sun, legs towards the footpath leading up to the farm, and spread widely apart, so that my towering cock and heavy-hanging balls would be on clear display for any visitors.

This eventually led naturally into another profitable business enterprise for mountain farm. One afternoon, Helena, Heidi and Ida took me into a room in the ground floor of the north wing of the farm house, resembling a small class room. There I was fastened to a table in the middle of the room and the leather thong removed. If the constant tight pressure of the strips, the cock ring and the butt-plug had kept me erect during the preceding days, their removal curiously had the exact same effect, but even more so. Being freed from all reins, lying flat on my back on the school room table with my cock and balls to hover freely in every which direction they pleased, proved a very powerful stimulant. I imagined I grew even more than usual.

Soon, paying guests arrived. This was an offer to feel up the source of all that wonderful sperm they had greedily been consuming. The guests were usually mothers bringing along their teenage daughters to see for themselves what a man’s genitals actually looked like. They were mostly shy about touching at first, but Helena was always there, urging them on by her own demonstrations. She would fondle my balls, point my cock shaft in different directions, and even give it a couple of gentle strokes. Of course, she could not allow any ejaculation to take place as it would diminish the harvest of my sperm. But she had a technique, where a hard squeeze of the shaft by the fingers right below the purple head could halt any approaching ejaculation in its course. This allowed her and the more and more daring guests to give me hand-jobs and even suck my dick-head, shaft and balls, which was all immensely exciting for me. I particularly enjoyed when Helena or a guest sneaked a finger or even two into my receptive anus and probed around for and found my prostate to gently massage. This felt like increasing the sensitivity of everything else and heightening the tension in my cock shaft and ball-sack to the point of the almost unbearable. As the gift of foretelling the ejaculation was by far greatest with Helena, she constantly hovered around any hand-jobs or blow-jobs to prevent any mishaps with her squeezing fingers. I sometimes came very close to cumming at the hands or mouths of particularly beautiful guests, but Helena always managed to avert any disasters.

I can’t tell how many hands and mouths caressed my genitals and anus in that way, but the most memorable times were when the women of the household took turns. For Helena, it was clearly mostly a catalyzer to encourage guests to assume their own stroking, licking and probing rather than a purpose onto itself. For Heidi, it was obviously just a genuine and undiluted pleasure, while for Ida, it was a question of learning how to handle the manly tools as expertly as her sister and her mother. It so excited me when Helena would take a truly maternal interest in teaching Ida to understand with her own fingers and tongue how to bring me to the very edge of cumming either by sensuous stroking of my glistening member, by the playful dance of her young soft tongue on my cock head or on my balls, or by the gentle prodding of her finger in my anus, before sqeezing hard to abort an approaching blast of sperm. These tutorials often took place in longer and longer sessions in the presence of all three women after the ride was closed for outside visitors and the paying guests had left. There was a lot of talking between them in the local dialect to explain the dos and don’ts but obviously none of it directed at me. I was just the stallion that was being saddled and tamed by these three enthusiastic cow-girls.

Chapter 4: Out and about

All these routines provided a happy and varied existence for me at mountain farm. Alternately eating and being fondled, sucked, masturbated and milked was all a boy like me could really dream of. However, inevitably customers’ requests for even more were brought to Helena’s attention. After a while, she gave in, and launched the concept of “house calls”. However, the forfeit of so much sperm for the pleasure of one single customer meant that the price was out of reach for all but the most affluent. So it only took place very few times.

Helena would take me to the customer herself and monitor the act itself, wanting to make sure her price stud would not be harmed in any way. However, I suspect she was also quite the voyeur and relished at the sight of my glistening cock pumping deeply into the wet pussies of other women. The general rule was that no sharing or “cock-pooling” was allowed, so as not to erode the exclusiveness of the market. However, there was an exception for women within the same household, as long as it was limited to what could be managed within the space of three hours. One of the few visits I made was actually to a farm with two mothers and three daughters, who would all join in. That was the most intense pleasure I’d experienced until then, not least because Helena was watching keenly from a comfortable armchair behind me, and because I from the corner of my eye saw her unashamedly masturbating her dripping pussy under a full red bush, with her white dress pulled up to her waist and buttoned down to release her full breast with hard dark nipples, and her legs spread wide apart, each pointing up in the air or lying across the armrests. This was obviously a woman with a healthy sexual appetite and the object of her desires were clearly me and the many ways I was pleasing this female family of five by fucking their many wonderful pussies, cleavages, mouths, hands, thighs, ass-cheeks and ass-holes.

I had somehow built up an incredible stamina from the many hands-on demonstrations in the classroom. Whenever I would approach an ejaculation but not feel like I wanted to grant it, I would simply think of the hard squeezing of the fingers just below the cock-head and it would immediately feel as if Helena’s slender fingers had actually intervened even though her hands would instead be a few meters behind me, busily fingering her own, dripping wet pussy and bringing it towards one of many mind-numbing orgasms. This would allow me to continue uninterrupted with undiminished strength in the same position, a new position or in a new hole of the same woman or of another beautiful woman.

These women made love like animals, either riding or pumping my cock hovering above me, or taking it from behind, always very untamed in their lust for living male organs in places that were usually only served by fellow female fingers, hands or tongues, or the occasional innate object such as dildo’s or similar. It was like their pussies, assholes and mouths sucked me and my cock into them with such magnetism that I was positively drawn to and addicted to it and were happy to fuck on and on and on as long as time permitted. Although for clients, my numerous explosive ejaculations must have been a major part of the service provision, it was only a minor part of my own pleasure. I would cum 8 or even 10 times in the space of three hours, and the clients planned their turns around it, so that if an entire household was involved, everyone would get their share of my sperm.

Almost all my ejaculations were equally powerful, but the first ones tended to be more so and thus usually reserved for the leading lady of the house, or for the member of the household whom it was judged to be most urgent to impregnate, if not the same. I took a special pleasure in imagining how my first explosion inside the cunt of this deserving client would shoot numerous long thick ropes of cum deep into her uterus and shower her eggs with my plentiful and virile sperm. Very few fertile women could withstand this onslaught of jizz, and in the end I believe I managed to make almost all of the clients I fucked this way pregnant with healthy, beautiful girls. The cottage cheese and the berry juices even seemed to have prolonged the life cycle of my sperm so that it could drift around inside these women’s uteruses for weeks with undiminished strength.

On the way back to the mountain farm, Helena would always hold my hand and stroke my dick casually so that any tendency for it to soften after the momentous efforts would be neutralized and I would be fully erect and again eagerly dripping pre-cum long before we arrived home. It also helped immensely on my erection that Helena would by then be oozing with the sweet and seductive smell of her own sweat and cunt juices resulting from her previous vigorous masturbation while watching me fuck away at strangers.

Chapter 5: Departing gifts

The summer limped towards its end, and my visit would come to a close for this year. I understood that the arrangement governing my presence in the mountain region explicitly provided only for a limited number of months per year in the summer time as a reward for the hard work of the previous season. Apparently, the responsible decision-makers had concluded that a more permanent presence of such an ample supply of sperm as me in the community would gradually have eroded the working moral similar to the damage that alcohol and drugs had havocked in other communities. No one would be tending to their farms, fields or animals, and ultimately poverty, unrest and the destruction of this unique community would ensue.

In the days before my departure my sadness at my impending farewell was however strongly diminished by a special going away present from my host family. My secret dreams would come through, as I would be allowed to fuck Helena, Heidi and Ida in those very last days. Each of them would have one day dedicated for sexual pleasures with me, starting with Helena.

The day was different than normal says, as I was not wearing my leather thong and that we were alone inside the house. The girls had already left, when I got up, and I was greeted by a stark-naked Helena in the kitchen. The many glimpses of her in the preceding days had allowed me to piece together a complete picture of her naked body in my head, but the real thing was even more beautiful. Her fiery red bush and her wonderfully big and firm breasts together with her long red hair, beautiful blue eyes and glowing smile somehow matched each other perfectly and magically.

She first gave me an expert massage and a blow-job, where her greedy lips and tongue would cover every square millimeter of my cock, balls and anus. She then mounted me, sliding my massively erect and glistening cock into her warm, wet cunt, her pussy lips looking like a drooling mouth receiving my thick shaft. There she would stay riding me for what seemed like hours. At no point did I ejaculate, visualizing her pinching fingers below my cock head whenever I wanted to step away from cumming. We continued this routine of alternating blowjobs and riding many times that day only interrupted by silent meals of cottage cheese and berry juices. Our genitals and bodies were dripping with a mixture of womanly juices, pre-cum and sweat as we pounded away in perfect harmonic unison. I also did her orally, letting my eager mouth and tongue explore every part of her lower body for hours and slowly probing her cave and anus with my fingers, which were completely wet with saliva, woman-juice and pre-cum. This was the best and most raw fuck I ever had.

Late in the evening, as the sun set, by silent mutual consent, I came inside her. As I approached ejaculation, knowing that I would not turn back, my mind was chiming with wonderful electrical waves of pleasure, and I was completely absorbed in pumping my cock in and out of her slurping cunt from behind, my heavy greasy balls again and again pounding against her swollen, wet and red-glowing pussy lips. By the last push, I hammered my dick deeper into her than I thought physically possible, and I released what was perhaps the single most plentiful jizz in my entire sexual career into the depths of this beautiful woman that had provided for me such a magical summer. I even felt floods of my own sperm gushing out from around my shaft still deeply buried within her and running down over my emptying balls and onto the sheets below.

Next day was with Heidi. We were again home alone the two of us, with no sights of the other two. After breakfast, we went outside and walked to a large oak tree a bit higher further up in the mountains which had an even more spectacular view over the distant valley. There in the semi-shadow of the tree, Heidi stepped out of her white dress and stood before me as naked as I was. Her pale white skin almost glittered in the rays of sun slipping through the leaves, and her curly red hair blew about her head and face as the gentle summer wind played with it. Her breasts were just as white, her small pinkish nipples again stiffening notably, as she looked at me and my erect manhood, now freed from the bondage of the leather thong.

She gently pushed me into the grass on my back, and she turned around facing in the direction of my feet and lowered her glowing pink pussy with the trimmed red hair onto my face, and I pierced her cunt with my greedy tongue. She had the sweetest and most erotic taste, I’ve ever dreamed of, and her woman juices slowly dripped onto my face and tongue and into my mouth. I alternately licked her pussy and her asshole, probing my tongue in there as she had done to me so many times after shaving my cock, balls and anus. After I while of riding my face like this, she bend over and took my hard member into her mouth in the most sensuous blow-job yet. Gradually, she fitted more and more of my long, thick cock shaft into her mouth, and I felt her swallow me all the way down to my smooth balls. Her lips now rested firmly around the very base of my cock, her nose buried deeply in the folds of my ball-sack. Once there, she gently rocked back and forth allowing me to penetrate her deep into her throat. I lost track of time as we 69’ed each other perpetually this way, feeling only the sweet taste of her wet cunt on my face and tongue and the very tight sensation around my swelling cock-head now deeply lodged into Heidi’s throat.

I had multiple orgasms and ejaculations this way in the course of the day. She was evidently preparing herself for taking my jizz explosion directly into her throat, but she was careful not to do so before she was truly ready and could do it effortlessly without gagging. A number of times, she just pulled me out of her throat to let my exploding cock rest in her mouth on her the cushion of her soft wet tongue. From there the thick ropes of sperm gushed out and out and filled her tiny mouth completely. Almost every time she managed to swallow my entire load of sperm as it came in almost a continual stream, looking like a foie gras-goose being force-fed over and over. However, once or twice, she would not manage, resulting in a thick drizzle of white sperm flowing down over her chin like a thick, sweet frosting and dripping down on the skin of my belly. Finally, she managed to do the same with my cock-head buried deep down her swollen throat, and I could hear and feel the frantic sinking movement of her throat muscles. She must have swallowed almost one liter of cum during the day.

As the night approached, we left the mutual oral satisfaction and she dropped back onto her back, and led me fuck her missionary style with her long white legs and arms folded around my back and my legs. I again lost track of time as I was lost in a fairy tale world between the closeness of her face, her panting and moaning and the feeling of her wet pussy lips around my cock. Then I exploded with the same deep intensity as I had already done the day before with her mother, and I shoot a final voluminous load far, far into her insides and feeling small gushes of it passing around my cock and flowing down my balls and onto the damp ground below us.

The final day was with Ida. She had obviously learned many things in the last couple of weeks not least thanks to her mother’s and sister’s thoughtful instruction performed on my most willing cock and balls. The day with her was a tour de force of all she had learnt: The gentle prostate massage, the tender hand-job and the soft, wet licking and sucking of my cock-head, shaft and balls. She had learned from the masters and she was playing it all like a virtuous incomparable with what could be expected from a new-beginner as she. We were inside and outside, upstairs and downstairs and she performed both fully clothed and completely naked, allowing me to admire her growing adolescence and her beautiful, beautiful untouched body.

In one significant respect she was still a virgin, as none had yet poked their fingers or cocks into her tight pussy hole. The honor was mine, and I looked forward to it during the day with increasing anticipation. Finally, as the sun was setting, she pushed me back and placed her tiny pussy above my hovering dick. From there, she slowly, slowly lowered herself, taking in the length of my cock in miniscule steps. She was tight, but she was soaking wet. I again lost track of time as I was gradually pushing into her pussy-hole. When she finally rested her bottom on my thighs, her pussy lips wide open and stretched and expanded to their utmost around the base of my cock, I almost fainted from pleasure, as I think she dis as well. There she sat for a long moment, taking in and saving the intense pleasure. When she finally moved up and down to fuck me, it was as if my shaft was being squeezed and hugged by a thousand small hands and I quickly erupted far up into her innermost womanhood. She must have felt like being impaled by a massive trunk of meat and as I ejaculated, the base and shaft of my cock widened stretching her tight pussy walls so much outwards, that none of my sperm cascades could manage to escape out from where I came. She must have felt like being stuffed full of warm vigorous sperm, and were it not physiologically impossible, I would have expected my fountain of white goo to come gushing out from her mouth and nose. She screamed with intense pleasure as her pussy hugged my cock tightly for what felt like minutes after that.

*** The day after, I bid them all farewell and left the farm the same way I had come. Soon, I was back to my old life, the memories of my days at mountain farm floating around in my mind as a strange dream. I never really learned how to be useful in any other sense than what I’d been at the farm, and that not really a kind of usefulness immediately in demand in the rest of the world. However, the experiences distilled in me a sense of duty to others, and I felt bad, when I was of use to no one. I was left looking forward to next summer, where I hoped I might return to mountain farm.