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               The Swedish Farm Girls  
                                                        
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  I had had a great two weeks backpacking around Europe, but seeing how I had
gone through my money much faster than anticipated, it looked like I would have
to cut my trip well short of the month I had planned. However,   just outside
of Stockholm, travelling toward Germany, the train passed through a small
farming community and an idea struck me- if I could find work on a farm for a
week or so, I could make enough to finance the remaining week of my trip. On an
impulse, as the train stopped in the town I hopped off.
  It was evidently a tight knit little community; when I spoke with someone who
worked at the station about finding short term work, he thought a moment and
said, "Mrs. Olafsson's husband passed away a while back. She owns a dairy farm
outside of town and might need help. Let me phone her and see." He spoke with
her a moment then handed the phone to me. I explained that I was an American
student backpacking around Europe and was looking to work for a week or so.
Mrs. Olafsson told me that just she and her two daughters were working the farm
and she said she had some heavy work that needed to be done, so she would be
happy to have me. The farm was in a rather remote location so Mrs. Olafsson
offered to pick me up at the train station later in the day.
  As I sat on a bench at the train station, a woman in her forties walked up to
me. "You are the young man I talked to on the phone, ja?"
  "Oh, that was me yes. I really appreciate you letting me work for you. It
will help me out a lot."
  "It will help us out a great deal having a strong young man around the farm.
A good looking one, too " Mrs. Olafsson was very friendly and outgoing,
slightly plump with short blonde hair and an enormous pair of breasts under her
loose white blouse. Breasts, I speculated, that if set free from their
industrial strength brassiere would flop past her belly button, but it dawned
on me that if her two young daughters took after their mother, they would be a
sight to see.
     And they were. As we bumped along the dirt road leading to the house I
caught sight of them waiting at the front door. Both in their mid-teens with
long shiny blonde hair and golden tans, dressed for the hot summer weather in
shorts and tee shirts with large firm breasts jutting out underneath.
   "These are my two girls" Mrs. Olafsson said proudly. "The taller one is
Katherine, who is seventeen, and the younger one is Inga, who is fifteen. They
are very pretty, ja?"
  "They are. Very." I answered.
  As I talked with the three of them at the dinner table later that evening,
Inga and I really seemed to hit it off. We were both interested in foreign
languages, had read many of the same books, and both liked to play tennis. Even
though she was just fifteen, she seemed much more mature than her sister, who
seemed annoyed at the attention her little sister was geting. Mrs. Olafsson got
up and said she would be going to bed, and reminded the girls to take care of
the dishes.
  Katherine saw her opportunity to get back at her sister. "Inga, I did the
dishes last night, so it is your turn tonight. Try not to make a racket. I will
be entertaining our guest in the living room." She took my arm and led me into
the other room, leaving Inga with the dishes. Katherine and I talked on the
sofa for a while, mostly her telling me how childish and stupid her little
sister was, before I told her I had better turn in. She had really been smiling
at me and looking me in the eye very flirtaciously. She was a little bit of a
bitch, but holy cow, what tits!
  The house still hadn't cooled down from the very hot day. I was laying naked
on top of the down comforter on my bed trying to get to sleep when I heard a
faint knock at my door and a whispered voice saying "May I come in? " I
couldn't recognize the voice, but I figured it had to be Katherine.
  "Come in " I whispered. It was very dark and I could just see the faint
outline of her come into the room, close the door, lift up her nightgown and
pull it over her head. Could it be Inga? It was so dark I just couldn't tell. I
was still lying on the bed, and she climbed on and got on top of me, rubbing
her hands up and down my chest and stomach. In the dim light I could just make
out her reaching back to unhook her bra, leaning over me, when...... Splat! A
gigantic breast came cascading down, smacking me in the face, smothering me.
  I lifted it off my face with both hands. "Mrs. Olafsson?"
  "Oh, You are just such a handsome young man I just could not help myself."
She worked her way back and started massaging my dick between her two huge
tits.
  "You like, ja? My husband always enjoyed this. He passed away over a year ago
and I have not been with a man since. Oh, I have needed this!" Yes, I was
hoping for one of her daughters, but feeling her squishy, velvety soft tits
around my dick, I couldn't help but work up a boner. Mrs. Olafsson could feel
my dick quickly hardening between her tits, and I think it caught her by
surprise. I have a pretty huge dick, a little over eight inches, and I don't
think she was quite prepared.
  "I feel it getting stiff........... oh,ja............ oh!.............
OH!...... Oh my goodness! How large does it get?" She let go of her tits and
started stroking the length of my errection trying to gauge its size in the
darkness of the bedroom.
  "You are an enormous young man, aren't you? And so stiff! My husband needed
me to use my mouth on him for quite a while to become stiff, but oh! You young
boys! Maybe you like me to use my mouth a bit anyway, ja?"
  She was no teenager, but she sure knew her way around a dick. Running her
tongue firmly along the bottom of my shaft, squishing the head into the back of
her throat and using lots of suction without scraping my dick with her teeth,
it was the best blowjob I had gotten in quite a while.
  "Oh, I must have this enormous thing in me" she gasped, working herself into
position on top of me. She slowly slid down the length of my shaft and started
rocking back and forth to massage her clit, but not moving enough to make me
come.
  "I will make us come together", She whispered seductively. "The young girls
you are usually with cannot do this, can they?" After a few minutes she started
moaning and I could feel her pussy tighten. She then began bouncing herself up
and down on my errection, slowly at first, then more quickly, her huge milk
jugs pounding me in the chest, then she groaned loudly and her vaginal muscles
tightened suddenly, which caused my dick to start spewing semen. It was the
first time I had come at exactly the same time as the woman I was with, and the
feeling was incredible.
  "Oh, I have needed that for so long," She gasped, collapsing on top of me.
"We will do this every night, ja? I will see you tommorow," She said, kissing
me on the mouth and hopping out of bed to put on her nightgown. Every night? I
hoped I would have something left for her daughters......
  Over breakfast the next morning Inga and I resumed our conversation from last
night. She talked about her plans for college, and told me she was considering
studying in the United States, and I told her if she chose a university around
southern California she should contact me and I could show her around. She
seemed absolutely thrilled at this offer, but Katherine was seething over all
the attention her little sister was getting.
  After breakfast Mrs. Olafsson showed me the work that needed to be done
around the farm. She asked me to start with the fences, some of which had
planks that were rotting away. I measured the planks that needed replacing and
gave her a list of the lumber that was needed. She said she would drive into
town to pick it up while I pulled off the rotten planks. A little later,
passing by a window, I overheard Katherine and Inga talking. Out of curiosity I
stopped to listen.
  "Oh don't be stupid, Inga, the rest of the chores will only take a minute.
You do them. I want to go swimming in the creek."
  "Well, all right, but don't forget what Mama said about walking to the creek,
now there is a man around the house." It occured to me what she was talking
about. The farm was so isolated that during the hot summer months the girls
probably didn't worry about walking nude the quarter mile or so from the house
to the creek.
  "I'll go swimming any way I want, Inga. I'm no child. And don't forget to
pick some flowers for the house."
  There was a grove of trees running along one side of the path leading from
the house to the creek, so I sprinted over there so I could hide behind a tree
and check her out. When she finally came walking along my mouth dropped open.
She was nude exept for sandals and a towel tossed casually over her shoulder.
Big, round firm breasts practically jutting straight out, capped with light
pink silver-dollar sized nipples, a narrow waist and flat stomach, a light
triangle of sparkling blonde pubic hair, just enough in her hips and butt to
balance out what she had on top and an even, golden tan all over from her
regular skinny dipping. I couldn't help myself. I pulled my dick out of my
shorts and began stroking it as she walked by. She was looking into the woods
as she walked by and spotted me peeking at her from behind a tree.
  "Oh! Is that you? Looking at me naked and playing with your thing? That is
very naughty of you-come out right now or I will tell my mother." She was
trying to cover herself up with her hands, but not very succesfully. As I came
out I tried to cover my errection with my hands (Once it's hard, an eight inch
dick will not go back in your pants, no matter how hard you try ) 
  "I'm sorry Katherine. I just happened to see you walking by......" I gave up
trying to hide my dick and let go of it, letting Katherine see its entire
length. I hoped she wouldn't freak out.
  She looked shocked for just a split second then caught herself. "That is not
so big," She said, giving a pouty shrug, "I have seen bigger ones. Why do you
like Inga anyway? She is just a baby." She lowered her hands, exposing her
spectacular body.
  "I know how to do things she has never even heard of " She said, walking up
to me slowly, then pulling off my tee shirt, pulling down my shorts and then
running her fingers up and down the length of my errection.
  "Do you think I am pretty?" Asked Katherine.
  "It wouldn't be sticking out like this if I didn't think so." She blushed. I
took her soft little hand and wrapped it around my dick and got her stroking it
firmly.
  "Do you know how to give a guy a blowjob?" I asked.
  "Of course I do. I'm no child." She knelt in front of me, and with a naughty
smile on her face slowly and tentatively engulfed the head of my dick in her
mouth. When she started bobbing her head I could tell she needed some
instruction. She just lightly skimmed her lips along my shaft and held her
tongue away from my dick. It might have been good enough for the boys in town,
but I'm a little more of a connesseur.
  "Suck as hard as you can, Katherine, like it's a giant lollipop. Squish your
tongue against it....... good........ yes, that's it." I stood there with my
feet spread apart, groaning in pleasure from this beautiful blonde haired girl
working her mouth up and down my long errection, with the warm sun beating
down, and a gentle breeze, when it struck me- I was standing right out in the
open with a naked seventeen year old girl sucking my dick. I quickly looked up
and down the path and scanned the surrounding hills, and the coast seemed to be
clear. The farm was so isolated I convinced myself I was safe, but moments
later I heard a gasp. Walking around a curve in the path, not twenty feet away,
was Inga.
  Wearing a red and white checked dress, her hair in two pigtails and carrying
a basket full of wildflowers she had been picking, Inga's jaw dropped open when
she saw me stuffing my dick in her sister's mouth. She threw the basket to the
ground and ran back to the house.
  "Inga, wait," I called, but Katherine grabbed my wrist and held me back. I
looked down at her, and with my big errection crammed in her mouth, she began
laughing. She pulled her mouth away from my dick.
  "Now she will never talk to you again " She laughed. Katherine had set the
whole thing up. She knew I was outside the window when she told Inga she was
going skinny dipping, knew I would be waiting in the trees to see her, and knew
eventually Inga would come along the path to pick flowers.
  "You bitch," I growled, "You knew what Inga and I meant to each other."
  "And now you will never see each other again. I am glad." As she stood up in
front of me I slapped her across the face and grabbed her wrist, twisting it
hard behind her back.
  She doubled over in pain. "Ow! Let go of me!" With her bent over I moved in
behind her, holding both her wrists. She looked over her shoulder and saw where
I was aiming my dick.
  "No, please! I am saving that! Don't!"
  "You'll pay for what you did, you little bitch," I said, placing the head of
my dick against her pussy, then simultaniously pulling her back toward me by
her wrists and thrusting my throbbing penis forward, forcing myself in her. It
took quite a bit of pushing, but finally Katherine was fully impailed on my
long errection, her butt cheeks jiggling with every forward thrust.
  "Don't! Stop! You are too big-It hurts!"
  "Maybe now you know what it feels like, Katherine." Bent over in front of me,
run through with my dick, she writhed and wiggled around as I pumped my big
errection into her as hard as I could. When I felt myself coming I grabbed her
long shiny blonde hair and yanked her around, facing me, and forced her to her
knees. I grabbed my dick and after a few seconds of stroking , coated
Katherine's pretty face with thick sticky wads of cum.
  "You bastard," She hissed, through a face covered in my semen, some of which
was dripping onto her tits. I grabbed my clothes and took off looking for Inga.
  I found her sitting behind the barn, in tears. "How could you? You know how
cruel she is to me-I thought you liked me."
  "I do Inga, very much. It's just that........ guys are different than girls.
They can do it with someone they don't really like. I know it hurt you and I
wish to god I hadn't done it. I feel so stupid." Her face was buried in her
hands and she wouldn't talk anymore, so I left, hoping I could talk to her
later. As I walked toward the house I saw Mrs. Olafsson driving up, and then
saw Katherine storm out of the house toward her.
  "Mother!" She screeched, "I was walking to the creek and he attacked me!" She
rubbed her eyes and tried to feign tears. "He just jumped on me and made me do
terrible things!"
  "Is this true?" She asked incredulously.
  "No..... No it isn't....... I didn't do anything to her," I stammered.
  "Liar!" Screamed Katherine. While I was trying to figure out how to work my
way out of this, Inga came walking out from behind the barn.
  "Mama, I saw the whole thing happen. He didn't do anything, Katherine went up
to him and said she wanted to go to bed with him. He said, no, you are too
young. She got very angry and said she would get him into trouble for this."
Katherine was so furious she could hardly speak.
  "I should have known it was something like that," Mrs. Olafsson said,
grabbing Katherine by the back of the shirt and leading her to the house. "You
will be punished for this, you little tramp."
  When we were alone I said to Inga, "I don't know what to say........"
  "It's all right. I think I understand. It feels good for the man, and he
dosn't really have to like the girl he is with."
  "But listen, Inga, it's a hundred times, a thousand times better if you care
for the girl you're with." I took her hand in mine.
  "I will forgive you if you promise not to go near Katherine again."
  "Inga, you can feed me to the cows if I ever go near her again. I really felt
we could have something together from the first time I met you and I must have
been crazy to risk that over someone like Katherine." She smiled broadly and
gave me a kiss on the cheek, and then ran into the house. 
  Later that evening, giving Mrs. Olafsson her nightly dicking, I thought about
Inga. For a girl of her age-of any age- to be that understanding and forgiving
was unbelievable. She was far more mature and intelligent than any of the girls
I knew at college. I would not forget her, and if she chose a university
anywhere near where I lived, it would be the start of a serious relationship.
My thoughts were interrupted by Mrs. O, who was getting close. She rolled over
on her back and let me take over pumping. I was getting a knack for telling
when a woman was coming- I started slowly, increasing gradually as she tightend
up slightly and started moaning, then when her muscles contracted and she
groaned loudly I started pumping hard, coming with her. Whatever I had left
after creaming Katherine earlier in the day, I spurted into Mrs. Olafsson.
  The next morning, over breakfast, Inga and I practiced our French while
Katherine, who couldn't understand a word of it, glared at us. Their mother
walked into the kitchen and spoke to Katherine.
  "You will have to be taught a little lesson about telling the truth and being
too easy with the boys." She then turned toward Inga and me.
  "The two of you may take the entire day off. We will let Katherine take care
of all the chores around the farm today."
  "But........ They....... It isn't fair!" Sputtered Katherine, but her mother
cut her off with a stern look.
  Inga and I spent the morning talking, with me telling her what I was studying
in college and what life was like in the States and her showing me what books
she had been reading and telling me what it was like growing up on a farm.
Around noon I suggested we have a picnic in the woods and Inga excitedly
agreed, running off to the kitchen. As we set out, carrying a picnic basket and
a blanket, we waved at Katherine, who was up to her ankles in manure mucking
out the barn.
  After walking for fifteen minutes or so we found a grassy clearing that was
in the sun, so we set the blanket there. She had fixed ham sandwiches, potato
salad and fruit, and we ate quietly, gazing at the blue sky and looking at each
other, smiling. After we ate we lay on our backs next to each other for a
while, then I propped myself up on my elbow and leaned over, giving Inga a kiss
on the lips. She smiled and didn't resist, so I gave her a longer kiss, running
my hand along her arm and stomach, "accidentally" brushing her breast and again
getting no resistance, so I circled my hand around her breast, first lightly,
then more firmly. Then I let my hand roam downward, massaging her firm yet
jiggling buttocks.
  "I wish to remain a virgin for the man I marry," she said shyly but firmly,
"But I would be willing to do other things, you know, with my hand or my
mouth."
  "You know about those things?" I asked.
  "Yes. In Sweden they teach about these things in school. I used to think it
was kind of gross and stupid....... Till I met you." I slowly unbuttoned her
blouse and took it off. She reached around and unhooked her bra, exposing her
beautiful breasts- an easy c-cup, high, firm, spectacular for such a young
body. She gasped as I massaged them with both my hands. I then unzipped her
skirt and she stood up to let it slide off, then I pulled off her pink panties,
exposing the sparse blonde pubic hair between her narrow hips, right below her
flat stomach. Her skin was creamy white, not tan like her sister.
  "Now you, " She whispered, with a bashful smile. I pulled my shirt over my
head, took off my shoes, then pulled off my shorts, letting my very errect
penis swing free.
  "Oh- It looks dreadfully large," She said, her eyes locked on my throbbing
dick. "Is yours bigger than the average man's?"
  "It's a little on the large size, yeah. Here- just lie back, Inga," I said,
taking her shoulders and laying her on her back on the blanket. I ran my hand
up and down her body,  grabbing a handful of her big firm tits, along her
stomach, her soft smooth thighs, then between her legs. She was a litle
uptight, pulling her knees together a bit, but when I found the little bump of
her clit, she melted.
  I lightly traced my finger around it, and young Inga, her eyes closed and
mouth open, moaned and groaned, her chest heaving, her tits pointing at the
sky. Her muscles relaxed instantly and she spread her legs wide. As she got
close she stopped making noise, just gasping for air through her open mouth,
her hands covering her breasts, then letting out a high pitched squeal as she
came.
  "How was that, Inga?" I asked, but she was in no condition to answer. Her
eyes tightly shut, breathing like she had run a marathon, she wasn't able to
speak for several minutes.
  She finally came out of it. "I have never felt anything like that in my
life!" She gasped. "I never imagined anything could feel so good- please, you
must let me make you feel good now."
  I lay on my back on the blanket, my dick stiff and upright like the
surrounding trees, and let Inga explore it with her delacate little fingers,
stroking the rigid shaft with it's bulging veins and feeling the sponginess of
the head. 
  "Wrap your hand around it and stroke it firmly........ tighter........ good.
Try using both your hands on it." My dick is long enough that she needed to use
both her small hands to give me a really good hand job, and even then there was
a good bit left over at the head.
  "Would you like to suck on it, Inga?" I asked.
  "I would do anything for you. I hope I can do it correctly." Continuing to
pump on the shaft with both her hands, she engulfed the head of my dick with
her pretty little mouth. She had smaller and more delacate features than her
sister and couldn't fit any more than the head of my errection in her small
mouth.
  "I can't get much in- am I doing it right?"
  "Don't worry Inga, just get in as much as you can and suck as hard as you
can. Keep using your hands too." I lay back, feeling the soft, smooth skin of
her hands stroking the length of my dick and the softness of her tongue on my
dick head. After five minutes or so I told Inga I was about to come.
  "You can just let it spurt out, or, if you'd like to swallow it........."
  "Oh, please, I will do anything. Would you like me to swallow it?"
  "That would be fantastic, Inga. When it starts to spurt out, squeeze my dick
as hard as you can." After a minute or so I felt my orgasm building and felt
the first spurt of semen travelling up my dick.
  "Here it comes, Inga." She missed swallowing the first spurt, letting it gush
out of her mouth but succeded in gulping down some of the second, letting just
a trickle escape, then completely ingesting the remaining spurts.
  "I am sorry," She said bashfully, "I didn't do it very well."
  I pulled her down next to me. "Inga, it was wonderful. Being with a girl has
never meant more to me than it has today." She smiled broadly and laid her head
on my chest, closing her eyes. We laid there in the warm sun of the grassy
clearing for what seemed like hours.
  Finally I gave Inga a squeeze. "We'd better go," I whispered. With a sigh and
a smile of pure pleasure on her face, she just snuggled up closer to me. I
finally got her up and dressed and we strolled back to the farm. When we got
there we met up with Mrs. Olafsson. "There will be lots of work to do tomorrow
so get to bed early, ja?" She said to both of us. Inga and I gave a look to
each other, and then Inga went into the house. After she had gone in Mrs. O
whispered to me, "And I will see you later on tonight, ja?" Again? Well, she
did warn me up front that working on a farm would entail some hard
work...........

                                                   The End 


  

  
                    



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