http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/ bothellite's gallery of images en-us 120 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1102905

It's been a while - redone]]> Sun, 14 Apr 2013 06:46:34 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1105842

Older work reworked.]]> Mon, 06 May 2013 09:14:38 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1083209

My Very First Love

Lilly, my personal trainer at the dairy, trained me in the art
of milking, caring for cows and carnal knowledge extra -
extraordinaire. It was a crash course that netted me weight
loss of just over 55 pounds, U.S., in just under three
months starting one day post high school graduation, a city
kid displaced to the wilds of Washington state, 1964.]]> Wed, 05 Dec 2012 09:42:56 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1103656

Ditto]]> Fri, 19 Apr 2013 20:25:40 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1103585

Donning at dawn my glasses to see
They were still there - looking at me.

They descended unfurling groping l'amour,
pulling and twisting my penis some more.

Most of the night they'd umplumbed all my places
Totally explored, inhibitions? No traces.

Virgin I was, afraid of all girls, but
Now there were four to straighten my curls.

On it would go for months seemed no end
Lose my virginity? HAH, YAH, round the bend.]]> Fri, 19 Apr 2013 06:39:33 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1101889

In the first version of the book the nymphs initiate
the newbie kid at evening milking. He's required to
observe the proper dress code, in a hurry. There's
a bit of a frenzy and he gets beat about just a bit to
establish a pecking order. But he doesn't lose his
virginity until after supper, in the bunk house, on
a full stomach and he begins the first of his all
night sojourns making love with all of his new friends.]]> Sun, 07 Apr 2013 11:40:24 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1101863

In the original story the nymph sisters encountered some sort of system non-response
leaving them unable to gather their supernatural powers from their timeless realm. That
meant that they couldn't make love to me. I was desperate but helpless to make it happen
for them. They dissolved before my eyes as I lay on my bed and I panicked thinking that
they were gone, destroyed. But within moments their energy gathered on the floor of the
bunk house from a kind of sheen that rose up into the figure of a strange creature who
glowed and came to me. The energy surrounded me like a liquid and it became overwhelmingly
enthralling. I sensed that the energy was all of them united as it coursed over and even
through me.

The love making commenced like a new kind of madness. No, that wasn't an ice cream that I
was holding on to.]]> Sun, 07 Apr 2013 09:19:21 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1101657

The Milking Express-way with nymphs pulling teats.
]]> Fri, 05 Apr 2013 15:56:37 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1101397

Suffering the protracted cold winter, waiting for Spring.]]> Wed, 03 Apr 2013 21:11:50 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1100159

Kissing technique taught on the loading dock.]]> Tue, 26 Mar 2013 20:23:52 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1099894

It might try later this week, maybe.]]> Mon, 25 Mar 2013 08:59:34 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1099731


Imagines fondling gorgeous butts,
While bloody sermon bores me nuts,
Naughty visage rousts my soul,
Cuz the guy with horns is calling roll.

'Yes, I'm here I've got some sins',
He just nods and then he grins,
'You've got the time to give your best,
Salvation, damned, put to the test.

Smell the lust, face of fleer,
Cuz you ain't going anywhere near
That vapor valley heavenly tier
So swing your ego right over here.

Kick that grind stone up the chuck,
Life is short - don't give a fuck,
It'll soon be over before you know,
Spirits empty, nothing to show.

Times a-wastin', the end is near,
Do what feels good, never fear,
No matter your wealth put al-to-gether
Your funeral's size will be determined
by the weather.'

Good Luck Sinners!]]> Sun, 24 Mar 2013 04:47:04 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1099575


The windows look in but they don't see out
The train aims narrow on the angle straight route
The gravy stays in and it's all aboard
For the lucky few - stave off the hoard

This train is going nowhere on a rich man's tack
It's clickety clacking tactic based on greed, not fact
It's one of those mindsets that is hard to de-rail
The mindset made of concrete leaves no room for the frail

So many think they have it
So many just forgot
To rail against the good of man
Your soul must go for naught

The Gravy Train's no windows
It carries precious few
I think I hear the Gravy Train
Too big to fail - Adieu
]]> Fri, 22 Mar 2013 20:59:30 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1098585

Gee! He found the spot!]]> Sat, 16 Mar 2013 20:21:14 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1098093

One of many - behind the barn series]]> Wed, 13 Mar 2013 19:29:29 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1097549

When it was discovered that one of the best milkers had fallen and got
stuck in a spring the nymphs responded to save one of their beloved by
immediately jumping into the pool to support the cow while they waited
for the back-hoe to arrive. The trustees from the local bad boys prison
had come in the morning to help stack hay for the days work. Upon
seeing the nymphs jump into the spring, unclad, they didn't give a
second thought to also jumping into that freezing water to join the
nymphs in the effort. Later those guys were rewarded for their, let's
say - sacrifice, in the milking parlor under the warm water hoses.]]> Sun, 10 Mar 2013 12:21:56 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1097538

Not a good photo for background but I loved the situation.
For an old friend Ron, the Silver Surfer.]]> Sun, 10 Mar 2013 09:28:30 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1097262


The path ran out south into broad open country and the pen fence on my
left started coming to a lazy end. Around the fence corner, finally, I
was greeted by a view that was awesome, that I could appreciate even
though I was now freezing cold and feet sore with dumb new boots. I
was standing on top of a long descending hill that ran down to the
east, across a wide and flattening prairie that seemed to run all the
way to Mount Rainier. And now the glow of late Spring sunrise was
making ice cream out of glaciers and the morning rang with defining
glow glory.

This was a moment, just before the sun's corona breached the edge of
mountain glaciers with blinding light. For the moment I forgot
about everything but that view, Mount Rainier standing in majesty
above the string of low shoulder cascades running north and south,
the giant spire above all, commanding.

The herd of black and white holsteins was spread across below with a
deer here and there for flavor like punctuation. And as I got
accustomed to what I was seeing I could sense that the herd was moving
slowly toward my slope. "Come boss -- c-o-o-me boss". No one was
lost. The crew was calling the cows with a sweet angelic voice and the
chosen herd lady cow leader was bringing them all home.

Silhouetted against the coming sun and wrapped within the distant form
of the great mountain approached a figure, a human like female form. I
noticed the familiar elf-like ears on the sides of her head as my
apprehension spiked. I found myself stiffening up, fight or flight,
but standing my ground while glancing up and down with fits of
shyness. I guessed that what I was about to see would embarrass me red
faced and/or scare me stiff.

Branch appeared, walking slowly, as the herd moved up the trail
towards the loafing shed. The farmer's wife had mentioned something in
regard to one of the crew, 'Branch - the tall one', who seemed to be
the leader. I assumed the vision in front of me to be her.

As Branch stopped in front of me I absorbed a vision of both the very
odd and a different kind of beauty. In the dawning light I had my next
taste of fantasy come to real life. She was bare foot! Her feet,
although quite feminine, were larger than mine. She walked with ease
on flesh that didn't show signs of toughness and stress that you would
expect on rough ground. She was a bit taller than my just under six
feet and carried herself with the straight stature that you might
expect more male like. Somehow her features seemed to remind me of an
elegant wild creature. I noticed large hands with long slender fingers
that were both strong but also quite feminine. I was conflicted with
trying to understand how such a youthful person could live in a tough
environment and not seem to show the signs of wear. She was young,
certainly by appearance, and yet the farmer's wife claimed that they
had been there something like forever.

I felt my face embarrass-flushed without even knowing why
as her eyes focused on me. Just because the last 36 hours had been
entirely surreal I shouldn't assume things to be getting more weird
now. Old life rules and new passions were throwing my mind side to
side inside my cold head in a thought jumble and I needed to, instead,
just be cool, stop sweating it, pay attention.

Branch spoke - it startled me. 'You have a lot of questions. I can
sense it. You're Tom.' She surprised me by speaking eloquently and was
polite. Her voice had an amazing quality. I popped back to my senses
from my mind wandering around in old black and white television. I
sensed some relief. I could talk to somebody who immediately gave me
no sense of hostility and instantly she seemed, outside of appearance,
more normal.

'I do', I said as I nervous-jabbered. 'I'm thinking that I'm kind of
confused especially about last night and being new here and all...' My
shy self was overcome with bravery as the questions burning in me just
had to be asked. 'Am I at the right place?' 'What do you mean, the
right place?' 'The owner's wife told me to walk to the bunk house and
enter the door under the light?' 'Yes, you are at the right place.'
She smiled, slightly, as if she found humor in my question. I wondered
if she knew just how strange this entire situation was for me.]]> Thu, 07 Mar 2013 20:58:45 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1097016

A dedication to nymph fire fighters everywhere]]> Wed, 06 Mar 2013 12:47:32 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1095810

Surely, No Pun Intended.]]> Tue, 26 Feb 2013 18:19:55 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1095088

First ever love for the virgin in the milk house. This is a redone first version of this
http://bothellite.deviantart.com/art/First-Ever-355772503
and Siza was the one teaching the instructed reluctant newbie in the finer
techniques of satisfying supernatural nymphs from another realm. Milk house
cleaning, daily, took on a whole new concept going forward.]]> Fri, 22 Feb 2013 09:29:19 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1094958

Pool in embrace at first light, on the way out to call in the cows.

Normally there was no time for this very early in the morning as we went out to the night
pasture to call in the cows. But occasionally the spirits ran so hot that we'd have to
stop and just get it done, a few moments lost but oh the results. One nymph loved up on
the steps away, while all the others were sensing this vicariously, regardless. They on
their way to the gorgeous views west of The Mountain, a sight that would always take my
breath away, would be caught in the moment of orgasm exactly as if they were loving, union
of bodies, minds wrapped in the other gorgeous, of love.

This eventually became a demand on their part because the experience of calling in the
cows from the valley that seemed to reach all the way to The Mountain and simultaneously
feeling the enthrall of coitus climaxed at the very same moment was purely over the top.

I had to be careful to choose my morning partners in proper order, this new drill set of
making love to the perfect deities supernatural.

What had I started?]]> Thu, 21 Feb 2013 14:18:19 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1094170

A nymphish twist admiring a DA member/model]]> Sat, 16 Feb 2013 16:25:07 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1093892

Third round, disqualified and still smoking regardless of the rules. The old nymph held to traditions.]]> Thu, 14 Feb 2013 17:31:52 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1093891

Drilling a Woody on ice and the resulting splintered evidence,
nymphs can simply be brutal.]]> Thu, 14 Feb 2013 17:30:25 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1093884

My First Human Girl

Betty, who found me out watching herd over the heifers and the bull
while I was enjoying a sensual day dream, was from the nearest
neighboring dairy farm. She seemed to have some knowledge of me,
somehow, before hand. She had no inhibitions, begged to look me
over, hands on, quite the bold approach.

I was completely soaked from the heavy rain storm that had just ceased
and she found nothing unusual in the fact that I was scruffy, no tan
lines, scarred, tattoo ID'd and branded as breeding livestock. I was
just plain dirty and of course completely naked.

'You are the lover of goddesses.' She insisted on trying and we made
love, then we made some more, a lot more in the pasture sort of
watching the heifers and the bull watching us. We made love in all
kinds of places around, on trees, in tree crotches, in the mud, even
in the watering trough where the cattle got their drinks. She worked
herself up into a frenzy of desire, talked me into letting her take
advantage of what the nymphs had created in me to satisfy their
supernatural desires. That was dangerous, ill advised for a human girl
to toy with me too far.

I'd discovered human girls and I liked doing her a lot. She couldn't
even find the words to tell me how much she loved the sex with me. We
were having the best time and I'm sure that we must have done it for
hours.

When they came to pick me up to take me back for milking Betty heard
them and we were enjoying the aftermath of climax in the spring. She
bolted out of the goo all covered and ran, grabbed her clothes to
disappear into the woods. She threw me a kiss and whispered, "It won't
be long" and vanished through the brush.

I was just standing there when the son came through the trees to
signal me to help push the herd into the temporary corral. He was with
Denny and they both looked at me funny. "What the fuck happened to
you?," asked the son. "What do you mean?," I said. I didn't realize
that I was covered with mud, stuck on dirt, grass and you name it from
Betty's wonderful ride. I thought quick. "Oh, I had to chase a couple
of heifers back." That seemed to satisfy the son and he signalled me
to go into the corral with him. "Get in there," he said and he pointed
into the temporary watering trough setup. "You aren't getting into my
truck with all that shit stuck to you.]]> Thu, 14 Feb 2013 16:21:30 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1093305

In my dream, my nightmare, I was forced to bus tables
at the Nymph's upscale restaurant. My condition, their
adjustments made to me, were permanent, no going back,
and that would cause some interesting situations as I
did my work. I was branded, breeding livestock, busing
tables, forced labor. The restaurant continued to grow
in popularity.]]> Mon, 11 Feb 2013 09:45:09 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1093301

Work redone]]> Mon, 11 Feb 2013 09:17:58 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1093203

My first night milking with the four nymphs~

I heard more movement in the milking parlor walkway. There seemed to be a lot of feet
moving around. The cows were passing along even more quickly now. A good sign.
Supper, by the minute, after milking was finished, would be getting yet closer to my
stomach.

There were more fondles coming next on my bare breeding stock skin. I wasn't offended
by her gropes but rather enjoying it as evidenced by an aroused state that pointed
the way to easier groping, welcoming a warm hand. I was focused on my work but
finally I turned, smiling, laughing, to grab another hose and perhaps Lilly if she
was still close when my eyes caught sight of something slightly familiar. It wasn't
Lilly that I saw at the end of the stanchions near the small door. In the steam I
thought I recognized the tall person who had been introduced by Lilly as 'Branch'
from the milk house experience. It was her beautiful sister with the long ears. I
stopped short and stared.

She was there, for real. I felt the urge to need to talk to Lilly, right then, to get
an explanation as to what was going on. I was excited to get a chance to be near
Branch because she was just so gorgeous but this was sudden and certainly unexpected.

I looked down the other way through the walkway between the stanchions and I saw
three other females, the others that were introduced as Lilly's sisters. I didn't see
Lilly and I didn't see any of my fellow bunk mates. The milking parlor was inhabited
merely by myself and four new characters who were so unusual, to say the least, and
my response was a creepy feeling. My once willful aroused state lost pressure like a
flat tire going down.

It was kind of eerie. They all seemed busy milking like they belonged in the parlor.
There was no hesitance on their part and I suddenly felt naked in this changed
environment because glow turned to chill. It was like the bad dream of being caught
out in public with nothing on. I was with strangers, naked for real. This kind of
introduction was over the top for shy person fears. I pondered trying to sneak out
and run away but the allure of being among them was also possibly titillating,
sneaking up on me to grip me male.

But I had to keep focus so that the milking machines wouldn't lose suction, fall off
and lose vacuum. I needed to talk to someone, maybe one of them, pronto. I decided to
move toward Branch after I checked my cows, milking, to take up talking with her, to
see if she would respond. I was so tentative but my contrary penis's response to my
fears was an odd tingling feeling as it went erect against my wishes regardless of my
concerns; did the thing have eyes when I saw Branch? Maybe these magical creatures
were possessing me, or just my penis.

I quickly but carefully headed down the walkway toward her, looking back and both
ways as I went and when near I cleared my throat. She was working on a cow as if she
knew what she was doing. That fact also created more questions that needed answers. I
pushed down on my erection but of course that only stimulated it more. The thing was
crazy with stretching like it was seeking, allure, possessed. I just rested my hands
on it for lack of a better use at the moment.

'What's the matter with you', I whisper-growled at my appendage. Branch became
attentive to my presence, turned and stared at me for just a moment. 'Hi, excuse me,
I'm Tom. Sorry to intrude but I was wondering if you know where Lilly and... or the
other milkers are? I don't see them.' There was silence and Branch had turned back to
her work. Now the hair on the back of my neck as starting to bristle... getting
uncomfortable, getting weird. Yet my erection didn't subside in that suspense but
rather got even longer, stiffer. 'What the..?' 'Uhm, sorry to bother you.... uh', I
began to turn to walk away quietly, giving up, very disappointed, feeling lost.

'You don't need to apologize.' Words came from Branch although she didn't turn right
away to look at me. The quality of her voice was just amazing. It kind of sent
shivers through me. 'Sorry, I didn't mean to be... well, sorry.' How stupid of me,
silly responses. I just stopped, stood there and worried about cups falling off teats
but was frozen in my tracks for the moment.

Eventually Branch turned her head to look at me. She focused on my aroused condition
for a long moment and realizing her interest I took my hands away nervously and kind
of wiped them on my legs as if I was pretending a purpose. She then raised her gaze
slowly like she was surveying me entirely, side to side. I raised my arms to
nervously fold in front and then I raised them and folded my hands on the back of my
head as if my arms were in the way. I was shyly gripped with indecision and a brain
cramp. She turned around completely as she rose up to full height. She was taller
than my just under six feet and she was absolutely regal. Her beauty took my breath
away for a second and I must have been even more wide eyed than I had been at my last
first encounter with Lilly. Branch almost smiled and focused on my eyes in an
inquiring way. I sensed that she probably thought that I was goofy. I was.

I found myself unable to look away although my senses were telling me to run for it.
She reached out with the long fingers of both elegant hands and ran them from my
raised elbows down my outer arms, my sides, my chest and my hips, and felt so very
arousing. I sighed, probably shook and I closed my eyes as my erection just throbbed
to a painful state. She had some kind of amazing effect on me and the energy running
through me was almost overwhelming.

She took my hand which was like a limp rag of fear and grasped it, warm. With her
free hand she reached forward and slid it down alongside my penis, lower, feeling my
scrotum almost firmly for a long moment, very warm, then up alongside my body,
slowly, to rest on my shoulder. I felt like I was being examined by a doctor. She
raised her hand alongside my neck, gripping it firmly. I was about to melt into a
puddle on the floor, was love smitten, foolish and entirely scared.

'I'm Branch.' I simply managed a 'Wow, Hi'. I was breathless. Surely she was a
creature not of this planet.

Branch seemed pleased to introduce herself to me although she was reserved and again,
regal, so naturally. She put both hands under my arms, gestured to get my attention.
I opened my eyes as she turned me because some of the cups that I'd been working were
coming loose on my cows and I suddenly jumped to attend to them and blurted out
another, 'sorry' on my way to grab them, put them back up on teats.

I nervously managed the cows that I had been working on to get things straightened
out and I glanced at Branch several times to acknowledge my disbelief that I was
witnessing new milkers in the parlor who were not like anybody I had ever seen. I had
no idea where they came from or the why of it other than Lilly had claimed to be
their sister. But they had an aura about them that was beyond words for me to
describe.

They were way different than Lilly and Lilly was so unusual.]]> Sun, 10 Feb 2013 18:13:45 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1092573

Redoing some older work.]]> Wed, 06 Feb 2013 21:19:52 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1092382

]]> Tue, 05 Feb 2013 19:54:48 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1092051

Nymph magic works in very mysterious ways. A local horse ranch owner finds out there is more to loving nymphs than expected.]]> Sun, 03 Feb 2013 15:18:35 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1004036

I couldn't believe that these creatures seemed even interested in what
I thought but in their manner it was like they were compelled to do
their dance by the nature of their breed. It was all very curious.
Totally uninhibited they were - enjoying themselves completely without
any thought for a stranger in their midst who was witnessing live
close contact sex between females for the first time in his life.
It was patent sex education using the shock method and I laughed to
myself to remember the priests in school stumbling through their inept
descriptions of what happened in marriage. They left me confused.

If only the goofy boys back at school could see me now, I thought.


]]> Mon, 29 Aug 2011 19:12:41 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1091398

Credits to Hubert's Hubism]]> Wed, 30 Jan 2013 11:29:14 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1089722

Every night, in the bunk house, the same argument, who sleeps in which bed.
It usually resulted in most everyone sleeping in one bed.]]> Sun, 20 Jan 2013 16:31:05 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1088740

Nymph Love]]> Sun, 13 Jan 2013 22:07:22 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1087821

Somehow, some times, you have to try to recreate
those moments when inspirations strikes, that oft-
naught moment at the stool of creation.]]> Tue, 08 Jan 2013 16:54:05 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1086853

Previously ~
http://bothellite.deviantart.com/gallery/39697130?offset=24#/d5pw6vr

Continued - The Nymphs Disappearance

Late Milking

In the absence of the nymphs milking was about two hours longer than
normal and as we finally approached the last cows the owners son asked
me about my experiences living with the them in the bunk house.

'You getting fucked regular?', he asked. I stopped short and
remembered all that he'd told me in that truck ride that we'd taken
together my first full day on the dairy job, his stern warnings
regarding leaving the lady milkers alone. I turned and looked at him
with a look that I guess told him the answer that he was looking for.
'I figure that you must know just about everything that goes on around
here', is all I said.

'Just think, I had to risk my life just to try to get laid when I
was a kid and you come here from the city and the milkers fall in love
with you. I can--not get over that. Shit! I should be taking lessons
from you. It just goes to show that you never get too old to learn. I
wish that I wasn't married. I'd hang out just to see you make it with
them.

Well, I have to admit that you are the best worker that we have EVER
had on this dairy. I don't know what you've got but if those milkers
like it and the operation runs smooth while you're taking the
responsibility to handle the milking operation..., well. Seriously, my
dad is sick and we have to make hay while the weather holds. Brother,
you can fuck them all until your dick falls off. Go for it.' He
laughed and laughed and then gave me a short shot with the hose
saying, 'I don't want you to totally miss the usual antics without
those ladies here to tease you.'

He laughed some more as he prouded himself and walked out of the
parlor, slapped me on the butt right next to the brand burn which just
hurt like hell. I grabbed the salve that I'd brought to the parlor to
redo the medication that Gail had put on. I made it obvious that I was
suffering as I spread more on the burn. 'Hey, behave yourself or I'll
brand the other cheek of your ass', he growled. 'You belong to me you
big dick. Remember that you're just a cheap breeding fucker now and
totally my slave. I'll slap that brand until it bleeds if you give me
a dirty look. Don't give me any excuses to beat the crap out of
you.., you son of a bitch.'

He left the parlor and I thought extremely dark thoughts about him,
unlike I had ever hated anybody before. I was seriously worried about
my future.

I was indeed shocked to know that the son seemed to know all about the
antics of my nymphs and Lilly, me included. It just made me wonder
anew about the conspiracy that placed me in this situation at the
dairy in the first place. But I didn't want to ask him any questions
what-so-ever. I didn't ever trust his intentions. He'd proven that he
was mean through and through many times over. It was as if he'd not
evolved with the rest of mankind.

The son had said that he'd be back in the morning early and that it
was my responsibility to go out for the cows first thing. 'Sure', I
said to myself as I thought about being out there alone. A sadness hit
me hard. Then I realized that I thought that Lilly's boys should be
around in the morning. I wondered. I'd seen them when Linda and Gail
were retreating to the agent's truck in the afternoon and now, I
didn't know.

The son had driven away on his way home as I was finishing up hosing
out the walkway in the parlor when a vehicle pulled off the highway into
the parking area. I figured it was the son and that he'd forgotten
something. He did that a lot, always in such a big hurry with
everything he did. I kept hosing out the area and didn't give him
another thought until I felt a warm hand on my bum, turned quickly,
surprised, expecting to have to look at him again but thinking-wishing
'nymphs'.

To my complete surprise and delight I found Linda and Gail standing
behind me. I'd turned around and was greeted by warm hugs and my heart
was renewed. I didn't say anything, just smiled as they helped
themselves to feels as though we were old friends. I started to cry,
overcome by their warmth and they just hugged me warmer as though they
knew of my plight.

'Listen', said Linda with enthusiasm. She moved very close to me and
took the hose out of my hand, 'We said that we would kind of like to
spend some time with you, you know what I mean? Remember?' I did
remember. 'And I think that Gail should have another look at that burn
and that might include some, you know, gentle massage therapy work. To
tell the truth.. we just couldn't stay away.'

'I think that Gail should have a good long look at my burn and you use
me for whatever you need and like', I added. 'Maybe you'll learn some
more by experimenting and that will help with your degree. You can't
imagine right now how glad I am to see you.' 'No doubt about it', said
Gail who was taking her pants off. 'I'll be ready to commence my
examination work momentarily.'

Linda ran some water on her hand with the hose that she'd taken from
me and realizing that it was warm water she carefully started running
its warmth down the front of me massaging as she went. In short order
she was massaging the right spot to arouse me. 'Oh, you found it
then', I smiled back, teasing. I started undoing her buttons. 'I think
that you better get into uniform just like me.' 'I agree', she smiled
wide and pulled on me some more.

'I'm so happy to see you, both of you. I think that burn needs some
very close attention.' 'We agree, don't we Gail?' 'Yup.'

I laughed. 'Aren't we being coy! How about we just do some excellent
fucking and I'll be very careful if you will.' 'Okay!' And the rest of
those old clothes came right off. We were on our way in a flurry to
catch up on old times.. that is old times from just hours before.

I showed them the bucket with the soap that the nymphs used. It was
hanging up in the pipes above as always and they were amazed at the
consistency of the stuff. I didn't yet tell them where it came from
but rather waited out that bit of information while we bathed and
massaged each other over and over again. I applied bubbles and used my
tongue to delight both of them. Back and forth I fiddled to get a cry
of pleasure out of each. I licked them time and again, back and forth,
smothered in special soap. They wiggled, writhed, squirmed and gave me
complete pleasure seeing them enjoying my work so thoroughly. I
was sure that they'd never in their lives experienced anything like
our loving. 'I can tell that you love the fact that I'm safe to make
love with. You can't get hurt loving me'. 'OH --YEAH!', said Gail.
'But you are way more talented than the boys back home.' She and Linda
both laughed and hugged each other.

Then we continued making love, back and forth, I being careful not to
hurt them, pulling out and smothering them in pleasure. On we went for
about an hour when I realized that I'd forgotten all about supper. 'Oh
My GAWD!' 'What!' 'I forgot all about supper and the wife is going to
be waiting for me at the house. We gotta go.'

'On no!' Their response was so disappointed in tone which I would have
expected. 'Oh no... you have go with me', I said. 'You'll love the
wife and Bernice. They are so much fun.' They were reluctant at first
but agreed to go with me if I would promise to let them 'examine' me
some more after we got back later. 'Of course! I would have assumed
that. And I'm hardly done licking both of you, uhm, for dessert!'

I immediately got an idea in my head. 'But understand, you have to go
naked just like me.' 'What!?? Oh, I don't think so', said Gail. 'Oh
yeah, you have to understand that I'm breeding stock, livestock, naked
all the time, and it gives the wife so much pleasure to see me with
mates at meals. Her cooking is outstanding and we have so much fun.
It's hard to describe, to describe to you. You have to show some balls
and be naked', I laughed hard. 'You have to try it at least this time.
You may find it so much fun that you'll be back, I hope. I promise
that if you do this for me our time later tonight is going to be just
that much more rewarding. Really! We are hardly finished yet.

You can't replace this loving with anybody else. This place is far too
unique. We have to make love until we can't stand it anymore, just the
way it should be.'

They both just stood there and kind of clutched themselves thinking
about it. At least they were thinking about it. 'C'mon, it is honestly
so much fun and you'll be so glad afterwards.' They stood there
looking at me and I moved to Linda, close, and layed my hands on her
breasts as I kissed her with my tongue and breathed on her neck
running my lips over her skin. I reached over and put my fingers
into Gail and rubbed her special Spot. I kept that up while they
moaned when suddenly Gail interrupted, 'Let's GO! I'll make you a
deal. We'll go naked if you let me play with you all the way to the
house. 'Hell, you can do that and I'll let Linda pull me to the house
using my tow bar. How's that?' 'DEAL!!' They laughed and giggled and
we headed out through the milk house full of ourselves.]]> Wed, 02 Jan 2013 09:41:44 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1085226

Patty: Under(uncovered)Cover

'Wildcatter', she claimed to be, and no one understood the
real purpose of her modus operandi, under cover, a plant,
decoy to keep management distracted while she investigated.
It worked. She eluded, nuded, fluted them with her purpose.

The bosses hired her, sight unseen, desperate for hired
hands. They allowed any responder who could sign a legal
name. It was hell hot work in the field and labor passed to
and from of the job sites, expiring in the brutal heat of
the Dakotas.

Few could withstand the conditions but it was a gold rush
time in the oil fields. You had to make it now or never. So
there she was, deemed tough, ablest of the crews, did what
she had to in order to survive, to complete her mission.






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Naughty Nick, they called him, because he wouldn't keep his hands off
the elves. Santa Claus's older brother was actually the real Nick but
the family kept his reputation under wraps (and bows) to hide his
pernicious appetite for Santa's eternally young helpers.

Tsk tsk Nick, hard to pronounce, was his 'nick' name and when word was
passed down to the elves' work shop that Nick was in the building the
mood would suddenly change from happy to hateful.

Nick smelled bad and he wore stinky-sticky old rubber-like gloves that
grabbed at flesh and wandered where they naught ought, otherwise
referred to as Nick Claws.

His prey were the new elves who were sent up from corporate after some
years of training. Nick looked so like Santa that the new recruits
thought that they were dealing with the real person, trying to make
points, only to lose their pants.

Oh, the shame of Nick. Every family seems to have at least one in
their flock, a nick in the family's charmer. But revenge is not his, no,
the get even crew is on its way and will arrive before the holiday.]]> Thu, 08 Nov 2012 14:17:54 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1062901

'Are you hungry?' Lilly broke the silence with the first question. I
shook my head, yes. 'It sure looks like it the way you are scarfing
that down.' I was embarrassed. I was probably slurping in my
starvation. 'I haven't eaten in about 24 hours', I answered without
looking up. 'Why!?' I cautiously looked up at her and the magic in her
eyes was like the fire of an inquisition. 'Why didn't you eat?' Her
enthusiasm was almost alarming. 'My dad didn't stop for any food on
the way, so....' 'Well, I'm going to make sure that you get plenty to
eat while you're here', she continued. I, again, looked up at her a
bit disbelieving that the earnest concern in her voice was real. Why
should she care? Her eyes twinkled at me when they met mine and I was
a bit smitten with a very darling face smiling concern at me.

She didn't look real. She looked a little like a porcelain doll. I
knew that her clothes were ragged, what there was of them, but her
character, her appearance was actually regal mixed with fantasy. I
found myself staring.]]> Mon, 30 Jul 2012 22:01:39 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1079929

Wicked Nick was left to his own designs playing the imposter, wearing
his brother's clothes and preying on inexperienced elves who were
eager to please Santa for a chance to move up through corporate ranks.

Lazy summer days at the loading dock were a favorite hang out for his
pranks, copping favors from unsuspecting crew members. But Nick's days
were numbered. No bad deed goes unpunished.]]> Tue, 13 Nov 2012 11:08:06 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1081424

I couldn't figure why goddess nymphs would need to
keep experimenting so much in shaping me into their
ideal lover. It was like they hadn't yet perfected
their craft and - they were goddesses.

They always kept promising not to hurt me but this
early morning in the watering trough impromptu session
was all about finding out if choking off the blood
supply to my head would cause needed blood flow and
pressure to go down where they desired it.

I had a strange and intrinsic sense of trust for them;
why, I don't for sure know. But I almost passed out
before they were satisfied with the results.

It seems that I spent an awful lot of time almost
passing out, on the verge of, because the climaxes
to our loving were so awfully tremendous. Goddess
love was never for the weak willed.]]> Fri, 23 Nov 2012 10:19:14 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1080619

By day some would lock their belongings to the
standard, red strips and white pipe, anchored,
stood solid as the earth. It seemed the thing to
do, to lock something to it, very secure, just
because it was there, by the authority of.

The long mile of lonely sidewalk that the standard
occupied, was one bus stop for All Stops Nowhere,
last stop - 12:01, one minute past. The midnight
bus would run again another time, one minute past
chance, a schedule, just a matter of when.

Some would lock their bicycles to the pipe but
others mostly ignored it. It seemed so official
for no particular reason as it was never purposely
questioned, its proximity to the All Stops Nowhere
bus stop, where the bus sometimes drove by on
schedule one minute past.

Only the mouse seemed to understand about it.
Only the mouse was able to reason its use. And
the light consumed him for reasons, his.]]> Sun, 18 Nov 2012 11:07:48 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1080469

Early bird billboard greetings to beat the rush.
If you are in a cold climate - am wishing you The
Holidays in Belize or some other really warm place.]]> Fri, 16 Nov 2012 16:55:53 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1079213

Jane left politics to take up fighting other life
forms in the Ultra Ring Do Or Die game. It's tough
to survive long enough to gain the necessary experience
for survival. Good luck to Jane. Ruthless promoters
abound and losers are eaten.]]> Thu, 08 Nov 2012 11:20:11 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1077830

Not to be outdone by CNN,
on site reporting no matter the conditions.
Always there for you!
(The Naked News)]]> Tue, 30 Oct 2012 15:55:47 +0000 http://bothellite.cgsociety.org/gallery/1077244

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Interesting historical facts
http://whatreallyhappened.com/WRHARTICLES/WITCHES/witches.php
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An Anomaly of indefinite proportions]]> Sat, 20 Oct 2012 12:33:43 +0000