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  The Swedish Farm Girls, Pt.2
            
          by Gordie D

 


  Mrs. Olafsson had mentioned to me that the pulley that was used to haul bails
of hay up into the hayloft above the barn was working its way loose and asked
me to take a look at it when I had a chance. Late in the afternoon, after some
other chores, I went up to take a look at it. The bolts holding the pulley were
pulling through the stud they were attached to, so I unbolted the pulley,
pulled the nails holding the stud and replaced it with some scrap I found in
the barn. I was about to drill the holes for the bolts when I heard someone
coming up the creaky old ladder that led up to the hayloft.
  It was Mrs. Olafsson. "How is it going?" She asked.
  "Good, but I'll need some help in a minute. I'll hold the pulley from the
outside and push the bolts through, and I'll need someone to tighten the nuts
down from the inside." I went down to the front of the barn and wrestled a
ladder into place and climbed up, placing the pulley in position and pushing
the bolts through. Mrs. O tightened the nuts down from the other side and
called out to me when she was done. I climbed down the ladder and went back up
into the hayloft.
  As I was giving the nuts a final tightening with a wrench Mrs. Olafsson came
up behind me and put her hand on my back. "Oh, you are soaking wet." It was hot
and stuffy in the barn and I was pretty sweaty.
  "I guess I am. I'll take a shower before dinner."
  "I think I like you this way," She grinned, putting her hand under my tee
shirt and running it up and down my sweaty back, then reaching around and
sticking her hand, slippery with sweat, down the front of my pants, gently
stroking my dick.
  "Oh, I cannot wait until tonight," She purred in my ear, "We do it right now,
ja?" Still standing behind me, she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, then slid
her hands along my hips, bringing down my jeans and boxer shorts at the same
time.
  "Let's see how quickly we can get this enormous thing standing up straight,"
She said, jerking my still limp dick. She came around to my front, knelt down
and started sucking, causing me to become quickly erect. As she worked her
mouth up and down she unbuttoned and removed her plaid shirt, then reached
around and unhooked her bra, setting her big tits free.
  "Oh, you are ready to go right away, aren't you," She said, admiring my now
full-on erection. "You make me feel like a schoolgirl again." She pulled off
her shoes, jeans and panties, and I stripped down completely then lay next to
her on a pile of hay in the center of the loft.
  I suddenly thought of her daughters. "The girls aren't around, are they?"
  "No, no, do not worry," She said impatiently. "Katherine is staying with
friends for a few days and Inga, well, Inga never comes up here. Just lay back,
ja?" She pushed me on my back and straddled me, stroking my dick with both
hands then standing up slightly, positioning herself over my long erection,
then very slowly lowered herself.
  "Ohhhh . . . " She groaned, "You do not know how long it has been for me."
Sitting upright on top of me, she moved her hips around in a circle, and I
amused myself by squishing her giant tits around with my hands. As she got
closer to coming she increased her rhythm and leaned down on top of me, burying
her head against my shoulder. Was it my imagination- Over Mrs. O's groans I
thought I heard the ladder up to the loft creaking. The ladder was to my right
and her head was against my left shoulder, and as I looked over I could see the
ladder bobbing slightly. Someone was coming up.
  "Mrs. Olafsson," I whispered, "Mrs. Olafsson . . . I think someone's . . ."
She was grunting and groaning, thrusting herself down on me more and more
quickly, oblivious to everything.
  "Mrs . . ." I was just about to push her off when, oh great- I saw Inga peek
over the edge of the hayloft. Her eyes widened suddenly and she was about to
duck back down until she realized her mother couldn't see her. She put her head
back up and, biting her lip to keep from giggling, gave me a little wave then
disappeared down the ladder. She wasn't angry? I couldn't even imagine what she
was thinking. I was trying to think of what I could say to her when her mother
began coming, groaning and bouncing enthusiastically on my dick, but the shock
of seeing Inga had put me well behind Mrs. Olafsson. I wrapped my arms around
her and rolled over, so I was on top of her. After a minute of thrusting I
groaned loudly and pumped my load of cum into her, which she gratefully
received:
  "Oh yes baby, oh yes, yes . . . Give it all to me . . . Oh yes . . . yes." We
lay next to each other for a while, but as soon as I politely could I got
dressed and climbed down the ladder to search for Inga.
  She was in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner. I went slowly up to
her and opened my mouth but couldn't get any words out. Inga smiled at my
awkwardness and reassuringly patted my arm.
  "Please, do not worry. I am not angry. Mama has been so very lonely recently
and it is very nice of you to make her feel good. You make her so happy, I
could not be mad at you." Just then Mrs. O walked in and I was left shaking my
head, wondering how many other ways this young girl would surprise me.
  The next morning was spent digging post holes for a new enclosure, and Mrs.
Olafsson told me that when I finished I could knock off until she got back from
town, around two o'clock. Sweating under the intense sun, I finished up around
noon. A swim in the creek was sounding good to me so I grabbed some lunch from
the kitchen to take with me and headed off.
  Walking along the path till you get to the creek, you walk along the bank for
a minute till you get to a pond the creek empties into, about fifty feet across
and fifteen feet deep, with clear water and a rocky bottom, and flat, smooth
rocks on both sides, perfect for swimming and sunbathing.
  I stripped down nude and dove in, momentarily shocked by the coldness of the
water. I swam around a while, washing the sweat and dirt of the mornings' work
off, then hauled myself out and lay down on the rocks along the shore to
sunbathe a while. After ten minutes or so I thought I heard voices, and,
lifting my head up, I made out the voices of two or three girls walking up the
creek toward the pond. I reached over to grab my jeans and put them on, then
sat up to see who it was.
  "Hi, Inga." It was Inga and two other girls, both in their mid-teens.
  "Hello! These are my friends, Gretchen and Kirsten." They both smiled and
waved. They were both as beautiful as Inga: Gretchen was tall for her age,
maybe 5' 8", with a graceful, slender build, long, slim arms and legs and 
sparkling blond hair pulled into a casual pony tail. She stood slightly
awkwardly, with her arms folded in front of her, but once she learned how to
carry her slender body in a more ladylike way, she would be a beauty queen.
Kirsten was shorter and curvier, almost a D-cup, spectacular for her young age,
a narrow waist with just a trace of baby fat at her stomach and nice curvy
hips, and with a nicely rounded butt under her loose faded denim cut-offs. She
had sandy blond hair, long, thick and slightly wavy. She stood more casually
than Gretchen, with her thumbs hooked into her belt loops, smiling at me and
looking right into my eyes.
  They were all wearing tee shirts and shorts, and from the way their nipples
showed through their shirts, and even a trace of areolae through Kirsten's
shirt, I could tell they weren't wearing bathing suits underneath.
  "If you girls want to swim naked, I could leave . . . " I said.
  "Oh, you Americans are so fussy about nudity," Laughed Inga, pulling her
shirt over her head, her young breasts sticking straight out. "And please, take
your jeans off. We will not be bothered." I groaned to myself as the girls
pulled their shirts off and slipped off their shorts and panties, Inga's high,
firm breasts on her delicate young girls body, Gretchen's long legs and slim
torso with smaller breasts just beginning to develop, and, as they ran toward
the pond, Kirsten's round, jiggling butt.
  As they laughed and splashed around I pulled my jeans off, breathing slowly
and deeply to try to keep from getting a boner. Fortunately it was still
flopped over to the side, but, watching these nude young girls playing and
cavorting in the water, I didn't know how long that would last. Kirsten got out
of the pond and climbed up on a rock to dive in, and just before she did I saw
the effect the cold water had on her tits. Not only had her nipples doubled in
size, but the dark brown areolae surrounding them, a good inch and a half
across, had swollen considerably too. When I looked back down, my dick, now
pointing at the sky, caught me by surprise. I rolled over on my stomach and
pretended to be asleep.
  After a while I heard the girls haul themselves out of the water, breathing
hard from their play, and walk over toward me. I was surprised by a sprinkling
of cold water on my back.
  "Oh, I'm sorry- did I wake you?" It was Gretchen, and some water from her wet
hair had dropped on my back.
  "No, it's okay," I said. The girls lay down on either side of me, Kirsten on
her stomach, her big tits squishing against the smooth rock and Inga and
Gretchen on their backs, enjoying the warm sun on their nude bodies.
  "Oh, it is so hot," Gretchen said lazily, "I wish we had brought something to
drink."
  "We could go back to my house and get something, if you'd like," Said Inga.
  "Could we?" Answered Gretchen. "I'm dying of thirst. Would the two of you
like to come?" She said to Kirsten and me.
  "Oh, I am sooooo tired," Answered Kirsten, now lying on her back, eyes
closed.
  "Maybe the two of you could bring us back something," I said. Lying on my
stomach, my erection was throbbing, not about to go down. The two girls set off
along the banks of the creek, not bothering getting dressed because of the
remote location of the farm and after they had gotten out of sight Kirsten
turned toward me and smiled.
  "I think you are very cute."
  "Well, thanks Kirsten. I think you're the prettiest of all your friends."
  "You do?"
  "You have the bluest eyes I've ever seen," I said, trying not to stare at her
tits. "For a girl as pretty as you to be so intelligent too, that's really
special."
  She blushed. "You are so nice- I don't know . . .  I really feel like I can
trust you. You are so much nicer and more mature than the boys around here.
I've never done it before, but . . .  but could we fuck? I know I could do it
good."
  My heart caught in my throat for a second. "Believe me, I'd like to, but I
think I might be a little big for you," I said, rolling onto my back, my
erection springing upward, displaying it's thick, eight inch length to the
young girl. "You could suck it or give me a hand job, if you'd like."
  "Oh, it is beautiful!" Gasped Kirsten. "Couldn't we fuck, though? I know I
could do it- I have been poking myself down there since I was six or seven and
I beat myself off all the time with the biggest things I can find, like bananas
and cucumbers. Could you at least try? Please?"
  It was pushing my luck with Inga, but, "Okay, but let's do it quick before
the girls get back." I put my hands on her shoulders and guided her down on her
back, then spread her legs apart. I knelt in front of her and rubbed a gob of
spit around on the head of my dick, then leaned over her and guided it toward
her, rubbing the head up and down along her entrance to try to get her to
generate some lubrication of her own.
  She squealed as I pushed myself into her. It was a very snug fit but I
managed to squeeze about half my erection in, although she was so tightly
clamped down on my dick it was hard to get much of a motion going. Fortunately,
after a minute of easing myself into her newly deflowered pussy, I felt some
slipperiness developing which allowed me to quicken my rhythm. Sliding my
throbbing erection in and out of her, I tried to take it easy, this being the
first real dick she had taken, but it wasn't easy. Her tight young pussy, her
firm young body and tits, an even tan all over, her beautiful face- full lips,
cute little nose and big blue eyes with dark eyelashes- the urge to start
slamming it into and spurting cum was overwhelming. After a minute or so more I
gave two or three hard thrusts, and, with Kirsten gasping and squealing, my
orgasm suddenly hit, one of those killer ones where you squeeze your eyes shut
and groan as loud as you can.
  Pumping young Kirsten full of cum, feeling her tits squishing against my
chest, out in the warm sun, I felt like I wanted to stay like this forever, but
when I regained my senses I heard Inga and Gretchen approaching in the
distance.
  "Kirsten, quick- Into the pond." We were both covered in cum and I figured we
better wash off, but Kirsten was totally out of it, eyes closed, gasping for
air and hands covering her tits. I leaned down and picked her up, carrying her
the few steps to the pond and tossed her in, and then dove in myself just as
the girls were rounding the curve in the creek.
  "There was only one left," Said Inga, holding a can of Coke, "We'll have to
share it." She took a sip and handed it to Gretchen, then dove into the pond.
  "Would you like some?" Gretchen asked, holding the can toward me. I swam
over, took a sip and handed it back to her. I hauled myself out and sat on the
bank, with my feet in the water, and Gretchen sat next to me.
  My dick was fortunately behaving itself- it was stretched out somewhat from
the fucking I had given Kirsten but still limp, but with Gretchen sitting next
to me, nude, slowly kicking her long, thin legs in the water, her blond pubic
hair sparkling in the sun, I couldn't guarantee it would stay that way.
  As Inga and Kirsten swam around, Gretchen turned toward me. "Tell me," She
said, "You and Inga, you like each other quite a bit?"
  "I guess so. We seem to get along really well."
  "You are boyfriend and girlfriend?" She asked with a giggle.
  "I don't know about that- we haven't known each other very long."
  "Well, she is very lucky to have you around." She dove into the water and
swam toward her friends. I lay back on the rocks and watched her swim away, her
curvy little butt just poking through the surface of the water.
  The three girls were gathered closely in the middle of the pond treading
water, having a whispered but very animated conversation. I couldn't make out
what they were saying, so I lay back in the warm sun and closed my eyes. I
don't know if I had dozed off or not, but I became aware of the girls, sitting
at the edge of the water a few feet away from me, looking at me and trying to
stifle grins. I sat up and turned toward them.
  "I hope the weather stays like this. It's a beautiful day," I said.
  "Oh yes, the weather stays like this all summer," Answered Inga.
  "I wish I could be here all summer."
  "Inga wishes you could be here all summer too," Laughed Kirsten.
  "Kirsten . . . " Growled Inga, annoyed.
  Kirsten continued: "Inga told us how big your dick gets when it is hard, but
Gretchen doesn't believe a mans' dick could get that big."
  "Kirsten!" Shrieked Inga, looking at me with embarrassment, and anger at her
friend. Kirsten was laughing and Gretchen was in shock, not knowing what to
think.
  "Listen, Inga, it's all right. Guys talk about stuff like that too, even more
than girls do. Don't worry about it." Inga got up and walked over to me and sat
down, leaving her friends sitting by the edge of the water, whispering and
looking over at us.
  "Ooooo, I could kill her for this," She grumbled.
  "Look, honest, I don't mind. I kind of like girls talking about me like that.
Anyway, you're young girls and all of you are curious about things. Don't
worry," I said, slowly rubbing her back. "Inga, do you know if Kirsten or
Gretchen have ever done anything with a guy, you know, like stroke their dick
or suck on it?"
  "No, they both say they never have." Kirsten wasn't being quite honest with
her girlfriends.
  "I bet they'd like to."
  "They talk about it like they do."
  "Do you think they'd like to do it now?" 
  Inga looked at me, then at her friends. "I don't know . . .  probably. I . .
. I just get kind of jealous seeing you with another girl. It would serve me
right for being such a blabbermouth, though."
  "If you really don't want to ask them, it would be okay. I just thought it
sounded like fun."
  "No, I guess it would be OK. They are such good friends of mine, I wouldn't
mind, as long as you would like it." She called to the girls, "Kirsten,
Gretchen- Gordie would like us to give him a hand job, and maybe a blow job, if
the two of you would like."
  The two girls looked at each other and giggled. "You wouldn't mind, Inga?"
Kirsten asked, getting up and walking over toward us.
  "I'll show you how," Inga said confidently. She was kneeling at my right, the
other two on my left, and when Inga reached out and started rubbing my dick
with her fingertips, I felt myself slowly stiffening. When it had grown a bit,
she wrapped her soft little hand around it and began stroking.
  "You must grip it firmly and stroke the entire length, from top to bottom."
Propping myself up on my elbows, I groaned as I felt her small hand slide up
and down. As my dick began to reach it's maximum length, Kirsten said, with a
devilish grin, 
  "Gretchen did not believe it could get that big."
  Eyes wide, mouth open, all Gretchen could do was gasp, "Oh my goodness!"
  After a minute Inga pushed my now fully stiff dick over toward her friends,
offering to let them try. Kirsten eagerly took her up on her offer, grabbing my
erection and pumping her delicate little hand up and down just as Inga had
instructed.
  "Oh, it's getting even bigger," Commented Kirsten, "Gretchen, now you try."
Gretchen reached out, nervously, but couldn't bring herself to touch it.
  "Come on," Laughed Kirsten, taking her friend's hand and wrapping it around
my dick. Awkwardly and nervously at first, she worked her hand up and down, and
to encourage her I kept telling her how good it felt and how beautiful she was,
and after a minute she was doing as well as her friends, her hand smoothly and
firmly stroking my long erection.
  "Who wants to suck it?"
  "I will," Inga quickly answered.
  "Me too," Added Kirsten, "I bet Gretchen won't, though."
  "I will too," Giggled Gretchen. Again, Inga instructed her friends, holding
the shaft and taking the head in her mouth, slowly taking in more and more of
my dick as she worked her mouth up and down. She was getting better, relaxing
her tongue and throat and taking quite a bit in, considering her small mouth.
She then passed my dick to Kirsten. Either Kirsten had done this before or she
was just a very uninhibited young girl. She smoothly inhaled my big, red, blue
veined erection, confidently working her mouth up and down and taking in more
than Inga could manage.
  "I wish I could get that much in," Inga said apologetically. I rubbed her
back and smiled at her so she wouldn't fell bad. 
  "Now you try, Gretchen," Kirsten said. Gretchen was a little nervous and
reluctant, but didn't want to be shown up by her friends, so she bent her head
over my upright dick, opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and lowered herself on
to me.
  Dipping her head up and down, she barely took any in and just skimmed her
lips along it, which drew the criticism of the other girls. "Really suck it,
Gretchen," Kirsten advised, "Squish your tongue against it." She took a deep
breath and added a tiny bit of suction, built up her courage, added a bit more,
and eventually wound up giving me a decent, if slightly delicate blowjob.
  "Here, girls, you want to try something? One of you suck my dick for a
second, then another of you, then another, and see how quickly you can go
around in a circle."
  The girls looked at each other and giggled. "I'll go first," Said Inga. With
eager smiles on their faces, they all leaned in close to my towering erection.
Inga opened her mouth wide and took my dick into it and gave three or four
quick sucks, then pulled her head away, then Kirsten immediately took over.
Bobbing her head up and down, lips stretched around my dick, she sucked for a
couple seconds then passed it quickly to Gretchen, who followed her friends'
example and took a couple quick, hard sucks, and then let Inga take over again.
Laughing hysterically, the girls rapidly passed my dick around in a circle,
none of them bobbing their head more than two or three times.
  "Faster!" Squealed Kirsten.
  "Look at how big its getting!" Gretchen gasped. 
  "He's going to start spurting soon," Inga warned the other girls. She was
right. My dick was totally rigid and pumped up to its absolute maximum, turning
a darker red color and with its veins bulging.
  I felt my orgasm coming, and at the last possible second I groaned, "I'm
going to come . . . " The girls pulled back slightly and watched in wide-eyed
fascination. With Inga quickly jerking her hand up and down, I pumped out a
long, thick jet of cum straight into the air, which landed back on the head of
my dick and all over Inga's hand. The girls all screeched with laughter. With
Inga continuing to stroke my dick, smearing my first slimy spurt of cum along
the length of my dick with her little hand, I shot out several more powerful
spurts.
  When she was certain no more would come out, Inga let go of my slowly
softening erection and rubbed her cum-coated hands together.
  "You certainly put out a lot, don't you?" I stood up and playfully tried to
wipe my dick off on the girls, which scattered them, screaming, toward the
pond. I dove in after them, then rubbed my hands around my groin to wash off
the semen. The girls rubbed themselves down in the water too, all of them
having received at least a small sprinkling of my goop. 
  "Your mom will be getting back from town soon, Inga. We better be getting
back." We all climbed out of the water, and since nobody had brought towels, we
lay nude in the sun for a minute to dry off before getting dressed.
  "You really have to be leaving soon?" Inga asked.
  "I do, day after tomorrow. I wish I could stay longer, but I really have to
be back in the States." Inga and I got up and started pulling on our clothes.
  "Are the two of you coming?" Inga asked her friends.
  "Oh, I am so sleepy," Yawned Kirsten, Laying on her back, stretching her arms
and legs out. As she stretched, she pulled in her stomach and arched her back,
her tits pointing straight up, the sun glistening off her tan young body.
  "Maybe we will hang around here a while longer." Said Gretchen. "I hope we
will see you again before you leave." Inga and I started down along the bank,
waving at Kirsten and Gretchen, who waved back and simultaneously giggled
"Bye," then started excitedly whispering to each other.
  On the walk back to the farm, Inga sighed, "Oh, I wish you didn't have to
go."
  "I wish I could stay, I'll really miss you. We can keep in touch though, I'll
write you, and if you ever get to the States, we could get together."
  When we got back to the farm, Mrs. Olafsson poked her head out of the barn.
"Could you carry those bags in here?" She said, pointing to the truck, loaded
down with bags of feed. "They are too heavy for me." 
  "I think Mama will miss having you around here too," Inga giggled, playfully
tugging at my shirt. "In more ways than one."

                         The End


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