[EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture
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				Title: <strong>[EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thewhitedusk</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 16:36:12</strong>
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				The pasture is where the animals go to graze, run around, drink from the stream, and have fun with the owners.&nbsp; Please keep Bestiality out of this thread.&nbsp; The ones allowing it are labled in the info.<br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/TheFarmSetting.jpg)(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2559/3704445530_32397c718f.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 17:44:00</strong>
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				MOLLY<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Molly_the_Cow.jpg)<br><br>The sun was shining, the birds were singing and I had been led out after morning milking to rest and eat. I knelt on the moist soft grass and munched contentedly, from time to time a fly coming close which I swicked away with a long ear wiggle.<br><br>I was still aching. I never seem to stop aching. Between my legs. The nice farm worker man had done his thing to be back there while I was being milked and I'd reached a peak, noisily and happily. His and my combined stickiness now ran down my inner thigh... but I still ached. I needed more farm workers to take an interest in me...<br><br>I shifted around to keep my face in the shade and felt my large udders sway under me, the thick teats tingled as they swung. I went down on my forearms to rest my elbows and found I could move my shoulders which caused my teats to drag through the grass as my udders swayed from side to side... <em>ughnn, nice...</em><br><br>Looking up and around at the fence and the trees beyond I chewed grass idly and slithered my thighs together, feeling the warm burn of my need still buzzing inside me. It was good being a cow, everyone was nice to me, I got milked often and had people or other animals to have fun with. I just needed... more fun... is all.<br><br>I continued chewing and relaxing in the sunshine, the sound of the stream burbling away over stones lulling me. Life was perfect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 20:54:30</strong>
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				The sun was hot, the sky was blue, filled with white puffy things the humans called Clouds, and Raiga's day was just going perfectly. The Maremma rolled around on the ground contently in the pastures, having been left by Amy to watch over the farm and make sure none of the animals found a way out. He smiled happily, kicking his legs in the air while nuzzling into the soft grass, something that he often did on warm days like today.<br><br>Raiga's white fur stood out against the green grass of the pasture, and he smiled happily, rolling over lazily before standing up on all fours and looking around his domain. His eyes scanned the pasture, taking in all of it quickly, looking for any sign that he would have to herd something, and he spotted Molly.<br><br>Smiling, Raiga took off for the cow-girl, running at break-neck speed to reach her quickly, his loud, happy barks giving him away as he ran a circle around her before she could do more than moo in surprise, at which point the sheep dog had stopped in front of her, frown down, tail up, wagging playfully and happily. It was obvious that he wanted to play with molly, since there were no other animals to play with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 22:26:07</strong>
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				MOLLY<br><br>I heard the thudding on the grass behind me and turned to look. <em>Something running fast...? Oh. Nothing. Oh well, I... Nyehh!</em> I made a sort of yelping gasp sound in surprise, something like <strong>"Moohnk!"</strong> as I turned my head back only to find my face full of dog. I took a pace or two back and frowned at Raiga. I knew the dog had the name because the people called the sound when they wanted him. Like they called me Moll-hee. I liked the name Moll-hee, it had a nice slow soft whee sound to it like a cuddle. Raiga though, looked like a Raiga. He acted like a Raiga too. RAIGA! RAIGA! The people called. It suited him. Sall-ee was definitely a Sall-ee as well, all soft and slippery and slithery with mud. There was something about Sall-ee though, her face and the curvy udders and the shape of her back. I couldn't work it out but watching her roll in the soft cool mud made me think of something... something I couldn't place. It bothered me, like an insect bite I couldn't reach to scratch. Then a passing farmhand would slap my rump and put a hand to my neck and force my face to the grass and mount me and I wouldn't care anymore.<br><br>"Narf! Narf! Naaarrrrr-arf!" Raiga barked at me and under that weird covering of hair that Sall-ee and I didn't have for some reason I could see his mouth was curled into a smile and his eyes crinkled with a happy look. I rested back on my shins and knees, my rump resting on my heels, pushing up my arms so they were straight and smiled back at him. My large udders shifted and I felt their weight.<br><br><strong>" 'Lo Raiga,"</strong> I said, grinning at him. I pushed a lock of hair out of my eyes and scratched an ear before reaching out to let him sniff my hoof. It's funny I call them hooves and think of them as hooves but they look a lot like the hands of the people. He sniffed my skin and then I ran the small separate parts of my hoof through his long thick hair, <strong>"You pant! Raiga hot in sun?"</strong> I asked him, <strong>"Play in stream?"</strong> I suggested, trying to make the thoughts that curled painfully slowly about in my head into words. I wondered why Raiga didn't use words, or at least, not many but I could sense his thoughts and what he wanted from how he shaped his body, changed his face and made sounds as necessary - barks to warn, growls to alert, whines to show unhappiness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 19:32:31</strong>
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				Raiga smiled kindly and ran around Molly, sniffing her in various places before barking and heading off to the stream. It was a small stream, perfectly swimmable by any animal, yet deep enough to be refreshing on a hot day like today.<br><br>Raiga ran to the stream, and jumped in without hesitation, barking as he swam around in the cool water, hair now matted down. He then got out of the stream, just as excited, and when Molly followed him, he barked and began to shake, sending a spray of water all over her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 23:10:54</strong>
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				MOLLY<br><br>Raiga shot off so fast! Dogs can run fast. Cows can't, at least this one can't. I know I'm smaller than the big cows here and they smell different too. They can run quite quick when they wish but me being tiny compared to them I can't keep up. I'm not sure about it but perhaps they are older than I am? Well, whatever, I'm sure there's a reason for it and I don't let it worry me.<br><br>Raiga scampered around me a few times and I felt his nose go against my behind... I shivered at that. He scented me for a while and I lifted my rump to let him close - mmm, his wet nose went right against me and I shivered. Then he snapped and ran off.<br><br>I followed as best I could, managing just my usual walk across the grass to the stream, my udders swaying briskly from side to side, the teats catching the longer tips of grass and making me stay on the edge, you know... hot and moist. I finally reached the stream but Raiga had already gone in, across, back and round and round a few times and got out again. He shook his back and tail and sprayed me with water.<br><br>I lifted a hoof to shield my eyes and grunted at him in annoyance. Well not annoyance I think more... Oh, I don't know, something. Anyway... I walked down the bank to a sandy spot and dipped my face to drink. Mmm, it was lovely! Really cold and fresh. It tasted faintly of Raiga but I didn't mind.<br><br>Raiga could shake and spray water but for some reason I could do something he couldn't. I sucked up a large mouthful of water and turning to him made a tube shape of my lips and jetted a squirt of water into his face.<br><br><em>There, take that, doggie!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 19:42:09</strong>
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				Goran walked down the field and looked around. There wasn't much to do around here. Since they wasn't working to get money, there wasn't much for Goran to do. The cows was taken cared of in the morning, the sheep wasn't going to be cut yet. These warm day was just great at staying outdoors. He noticed Raiga play with Molly. He whistled on the dog and wanted to see if he answered. He was walking towards Molly and would probably sit around and watch them for some time. Yet he hadn't said hello to Raiga yet and this was a good opportunity. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 11:58:40</strong>
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				MOLLY<br><br>As I played with Raiga in the shallows at the edge of the stream I noticed a man arrive from the direction of the farmhouse (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50573.msg2372239#msg2372239). I looked up. It was one of the farm workers of course, the big tall wide blonde man. The one who didn't say much. I didn't mind that because I didn't say much either, but whether they were silent or talkative they were all nice because they all did nice things to me and made me feel so happy. I sat back on my heels in the shallows and lifted a hoof and waved to him a sort of slow sappy wave and gave him a big beaming smile.<br><br><strong>" 'Lo,"</strong> I said, unsteadily.<br><br><em>Are you the one? Um...</em> My brain tried to remember but it felt like my thoughts were stuck in glue. A man had taken me this morning during milking. It had been wonderful as it always was when the farm hands mounted me. <em>It might have been you. Or... hmm... it might not. It doesn't really matter does it? Yeah... it... hm...</em><br><br>No matter. The train of thought faded away unfinished and I ignored it.<br><br>I turned back to the dog and continued playing in the water, which was lovely and cold and as I waded in my udders hung down into it and my teats went hard like stones and tingled more. I gave snuffling happy grunt-moos at this and felt the place between my back legs warm up and moisten even further.<br><br>I needed to be mounted again. I think all cows must think like this, well I always do, always thinking about how tingly their bodies are and how long it's been since they were last mated with. I was getting to the frustrated stage where I needed a big hard hot thing up me. Soon! Ugnn!<br><br>I eyed Raiga. He was able to do it if the man wasn't in the mood to... I mooed at him in a sort of lonely way and lifted my rear and wiggled it about which was my sign that I needed it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 17:33:29</strong>
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				Raiga eyed Goran and ran around him when whistled at, before quickly returning to Molly in the water, running around her while barking as she squirted water at him, getting him even more wet than he already was. Raiga smiled, sniffing Molly when she gave the sign that she needed to be mounted, and began to lead the cow towards the lower pasture, where they wouldn't be disturbed so that he could mount her, moving and then waiting for her to catch up, leading Molly further and further away from the stream.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 18:15:26</strong>
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				MOLLY<br><br>Raiga played about more, even with the man. What was he doing? Couldn't he see I was getting frustrated.<br><br><strong>"Mhooo! Nmooh!"</strong> I grunted loudly wiggling my rear. <em>Hurry up and fuck me!</em> was the thought running round my head, <em>I last had it five hours ago! I need servicing more often than this!</em> Well, if my thoughts could even form that clearly, which they couldn't, that is what I would have been thinking. I liked it most though when I didn't need to ask, when I was busy with something else like eating, or sleeping or being milked and a man just took me without me even realising he was going to. Mm, I loved that. I'm sure that's normal even though I hardly ever see the men - or the bulls - mating with the rest of our dairy herd.<br><br>It looked like Raiga wanted to go along the stream a way and down to the other pasture below the hill round the back of the buildings. He barked and wagged and panted and growled. I have this strange feeling in me when he growls, I don't know what causes it but I just get this odd compulsion to do as he wants and right now he was ushering me away from the stream and in that direction. Skittishly I went along as he told me, crawling slowly out of the stream and setting off across the lush grass with the dog running round and round excitedly.<br><br>I wondered if Gor-ann would follow.<br><br><em>Gor-ann? What's that? Oh. His name. I remember!</em><br><br>Raiga and I headed over to the lower pasture (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50582.msg2375894#msg2375894).
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 01:48:46</strong>
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				Goran nodded to Raiga as he came to him and then the dog went back to Molly. He understood the dog very well. Seeing Molly, who he had taken earlier this day, he knew what she wanted to happen. She was wiggling her ass all over the pasture. Well if Raiga would take her he could always hang around them. He knew that the quicker that girl Tara would find out the faster he could have her. Just thinking on taking a new girl into their "system" made it itch in his crotch. If he had been a selfish man he would send away Raiga and have Molly for himself but he wouldn't do that. He followed the odd pair as he whistled. Well odd wasn't a good word on this farm, everyone was a bit odd.<br><br>So there he followed Raiga and Molly to thelower pasture (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50582.msg2375894#msg2375894).
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 11:47:33</strong>
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				Continued from The Farmhouse (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50573.msg2417254#msg2417254)<br><br>By the time they had gotten to the fields, Holly had gotten a decent understanding of the quad Goran had loaned her. Of course, she was only going in a mostly straight line, but it was exciting as hell. Her hair was going wild as they topped more than 40 MPH on that machine, and when they finally came to a halt, she spent more than a minute pushing her bangs back into place and readjusting her precariously tied-back bun.<br><br>The two of them hadn't exactly laid out a plan. She didn't know when to expect beer; now, later, the next day? She sure as hell didn't expect to see a tankard of the stuff sitting in the middle of the farmland. "So... You're Goran, right? My name's Holly." It wasn't too flirty or assuming to start out with an introduction. She was just putting her toes in the water now...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 01:29:14</strong>
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				Goran came first from the Farm house (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50573.msg2419208#msg2419208) with Holly coming up behind him. The road was quite easy but this girl could handle her self quite well. Goran turned down towards a field where hay lay around in big bunches and a wagon empty. He needed to refill the hay barn and had gotten some nice help to do so. The machines had been here earlier so now it was just to pack them on the wagon and get the wagon back. He turned of his quad off and looked towards Molly who parked next to him. Just like a girl she fixed his hair but Goran would mind. He just looked over the field to see how much he could get in today.<br><br>Then Molly spoke to him. He turned to her and gave her a nod. Why doing so he did his yes sound thing. Well for those on the farm, they must have figured out that the sound mostly meant yes, okay, on it and sometimes even hi. It could sometimes mean no but then it was a different face expression. <strong>"Holly, nice name."</strong> Goran thought for a second as he looked towards the sun. Molly, Sally and now Holly. Wasn't those names just a bit funny? <strong>"You see all these stacks of hay? They are to be loaded to that wagon there. Let's talk and work."</strong> Goran said with a smile as he picked up to hay bale and tossed them easily into the wagon. <strong>"After a while, You'll get up on the wagon and put the bales in order."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 14:53:49</strong>
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				She looked to the bales of hay that he pointed out, and began to regret her decision to come out here. She had never been on an actual <em>farm</em> before; Holly had assumed she would be helping out with something that didn't involve picking up huge, scratchy bales of hay. But she just nodded, looking grimly at the task ahead of her, and then tried to pick one up. At first she grabbed it by the metal wire that held the block together, and that hurt her hands. She only got the bale a foot off the air before she dropped it again.<br><br>"I've never done this before," she admitted with a grin, trying to play off her inexperience and lack of enthusiasm. Fuck, no wonder Mark didn't want to come do this! She tried to pick it up again, cradling the big thing in her arms. The hay scratched her and she felt her allergies wake up, but she gave a mighty struggle anyways to carry the bale to the back of the truck and she set it on the gate. "Okay... How about I climb up there now? They're a little heavier than I would have thought," she confided. As a little persuasive measure, she leaned forward, as if rubbing her 'aching' back, and gave him a look at her cleavage through her tank-top. Before he could say yes or no, she climbed into the bed of the wagon, and began to push those two hay bales into the back, piling them on top of each other. "Keep 'em coming!" She declared. What a horrible mistake... She would be sneezing like a maniac in no time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 01:30:58</strong>
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				Goran smiled a bit, this is why he had wanted a strong one to help. She had problem to lift the bales and Goran knew why. She was to delicate for this sort of work. "Lift with the leg and bend the arms." Goran said, now with some warmth with his voice. Not the strict one like before. As Holly decided to quit on him there was only one thing to do. Accept it, because he did need help to get this to run smoothly. Then she had offered him a nice view so she kind of deserved it. She did more then anyone else and she tried her best. That was things Goran could like a girl for, yet not enough to save her from her destiny later on. "The hay is sharp, there are gloves hanging on a side there. They are to big but you won't feel sore at dinner." With that Goran nodded and did his sound again as she told him&nbsp; to keep the bales coming. So he would do as well. He grabbed two of the bales as before, then tossed them into the wagon. Well more raising them with momentum then tossing.<br><br>The second he had placed them on the wagon he went for two new ones. They had been put close together to make this job faster and who would want to run around the entire field. Yet this was just one pile of many that where to be put on the hay wagon. He could send another man with the tractor when this job was done. Yet he knew that the ATV could deal with the weight. One just had to ride carefully. Well he had that skill and his ATV wasn't following regulation really.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 19:05:06</strong>
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				Holly grabbed the gloves as Goran had advised, and found it a lot less... Painful to organize the bales of hay into the bed of the truck. While they worked, she decided to start prying. "So... Goran, right? How long have you been in America?" She was starting to feel itchy, and though she hadn't sneezed yet, her allergies were threatening to explode at any moment. This was a mistake... But she wouldn't chicken out, not yet.<br><br>She had never been a country girl... The country in Arizona was pretty much desert anyways. She had lived most of her life in the suburbs of Phoenix, where every store was in close driving distance and she never had to lift a finger to keep her parents' house in order. The one job she had supported for a while was as a cashier at a clothing store, something that didn't involve lifting heavy, scratchy piles of straw.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 07:33:58</strong>
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				Goran kept walking back and fourth to get the bales of hay. He worked effectively and with experience, but then that was to be expected by a farm hand. As h placed the bales upon the wagon he looked at Holly and how she worked. She did a good job stacking and moving around the bales upon the wagon. This really moved on quite quickly. Then Holly gave him a question about his past and a question he couldn't give a straight answer but Goran wanted to sound direct.<br><br><strong>"Couple of years!"</strong> Te truth was that he had been here for almost as long as the farm had been open and nothing more really. After his years in France he had been found and hired as a farm hand. From there he had moved here and starting to assist with everything that he could do. Those days it had really helped to have grown up the way he did. 
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				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 08:40:39</strong>
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				When they had loaded up the back of the truck Holly gingerly hopped out of the back, doing her best to prevent a rolled ankle... And despite her fears, her only punishment for jumping out the side was a short, stinging pain that would fade almost as soon as she stopped wincing. She approached Goran, and watched him close the back of the truck up.<br><br>She watched him work, and was trying to think of something to say... Something that wouldn't be too suggestive, but Holly was beginning to formulate naughty thoughts in the back of her mind. She was never one to go and fuck a random stranger... Which must have been why she was trying to learn more about Goran. "Really? So... You're from like, Sweden, right? Or some country like that? How are American girls compared to girls from your own country?" She smiled and sat down on one of the bales of hay that wouldn't fit into the truck, leaning forward to bit to give the masculine farmhand a 'better look' at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 14:01:38</strong>
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				Goran slammed the wagon close and where going to lock it on to his ATV so he could drive it back. Yet he was halted to a stop by Holly who approached him in a way he was kind of used to. He knew it himself that he wasn't looking to bad and with a soldiers body, well he could always get lucky if he wanted. Yet he put on a smile and looked over Holly, she offered her for him so why not? <strong>"Yes, Sweden is my home. Swedish girls are often tall, slender, well formed cures and lithe."</strong> He said with a small laughter remembering his old home, it had been several years now since he last saw it. Yet he knew the curse of being a Swede, ones standard was high. <br><br><strong>"American girls like your self are just as good looking. Yet then American girls tend to be fatter then you!"</strong> Goran knew well of some problem USA had and Goran was kind of cold to those problems. If some girls could stay slender like Holly then all could. It wasn't impossible and Goran was a man of action not dreaming. If one stayed strict to ones thoughts and actions you stayed how you wanted but if you're weak you end up fat. <strong>"Girls like you are just as hot as Swedish girls, just in another way. The worst must be the French girls that don't shave!"</strong><br><br>The sun was very hot and Goran took of his shirt to clear out some sweat from his forehead. The Swedes body was of a gladiator. Every muscle played under his skin to it's fullest. What Goran used his time for when not working or having sex would be quite clear. That sort of body needed to be taken care of. Okay Goran may not be one to talk but since Holly had talked about how good looking she was compared to Swedish girls. <strong>"How many city boys do look like I do then?"</strong> There had been two reasons to take of his shirt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 10:32:27</strong>
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				Flirty and not too shy about it, Goran was her kind of guy. She smiled as he talked about the girls from his country, and proceeded to compliment her in a roundabout way. Her hands instinctively ran across her flat stomach... She was very proud of how fit she was. Holly had ran track in school, though she deigned not to continue throughout college. The exercise had kept her slim, but she never really had the work ethic to really push herself... Most of her fellow runners stayed flat and board-thin because they hit puberty late while Holly had to buy sports bras to keep from bouncing while she ran.<br><br>When Goran took off his shirt, she took him in, finding him quite acceptable. He was... Strong, as muscular as she expected. He was more of the Hulk whereas Mark was Mr. Fantastic... Both very handsome men in different ways. Though Holly could almost smell Goran's sweat from several feet away. She had alomst gotten used to the smell after dating several football players... Almost. "Hmm. City boys aren't usually as muscular. They usually get their muscles from lifting weights, not working every day." Boldly, she took a few steps forward and ran a hand across his abs, finding them sleek and hard, just as she expected. She could have grimaced, feeling the sweat coating her fingers, but her piqued sexual interest surpassed her hyper-hygienic tendencies.<br><br>"So... About this beer you told me about?" She had already set her mind on Goran, knowing she would have him either tonight or the next night. The closer they came to leaving this dump of a farm, the better, because she didn't expect to see him again afterwords.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 00:31:17</strong>
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				Goran felt Holly looking at him and she was quite open about it. Goran smiled as she came towards him, he could almost read her like a book now. Her touch, eyes and body told of a tale that ended in sex. Of course this girl had though about it, in her world she would be getting away and she would want to take full advantage of that. Goran had probably done the same if it was the other way around. He looked down to Holly who had his hand upon him and he was glad that his time in the army hadn't left big traces. There was some scars but nothing big that someone would wonder why a farm hand could have a scar like it.<br><br><strong>"Well city boys are quite soft. Fancy cars and stereos while country men survive only with a body."</strong> He placed his arm around her, he wanted a taste of her now, even if dinner was creeping up on them. <strong>"The beers will be given to you at dinnertime, so that you can drink it with some lasagne. Our sweet little Rio is amazing in the kitchen"</strong> <em>and in other ways as well, something you will know later on!</em> Goran smiled gently to Holly and leaned down for a kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 10:59:34</strong>
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				Kissing was not really Holly's thing, but having a guy take the steering wheel from her felt so good, so she eagerly kissed him back, her hands now exploring his hard body. Her eyes couldn't see, but she could feel the faint trace of a scar on the side of his body... Maybe a childhood mishap, or some near scrape with the children of the corn. Holly didn't pay another second of attention to it as they kissed, her tongue tasting the big man's mouth. After a minute she broke it off, remembering exactly why she doesn't kiss.<br><br>Holly smiled and easily shrugged off her tank-top, showing off her bra. It was a pretty simple piece; She had been expecting to be stuck in a car for a day or two, and didn't feel the need to wear her more expensive pieces of lingerie during that time.<br><br>Though she had been sexually active for a few years now, it just occurred to Holly that she had never... Fucked outdoors, before. Beds, of course, and couches, and in her wilder moments a table or in the shower, but never under the open sun, and definitely not in the middle of a hayfield. She sat down on a haybale and began to unlace her tennis shoes, looking up at him. "Well, are you going to take those off?" She asks, obviously referencing his pants.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 19:25:15</strong>
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				Goran kissed her like a gentleman, after all he had been a gentleman and his views where formed by his father after their ancestors. He'd been kissing since he had been 13 and he was often told he was a good kisser, he didn't take over but mixed up with lips and tongue. Holly broke it of and got undressed. Goran had a smile on his lips as he saw her undress and become the beauty he had seen just a fragment of. He followed her with the eyes and she walked away. Then Holly told him if he where to stay dressed and it was kind of something he would never get used to. No, his girls often helped him undress as he undressed them. Maybe it was something European thing, Goran guessed.<br><br>He did his special sound for a yes and took his trousers and pants of, he was naked and the image of a Norse warrior. He was proud of his body, every inch of it. It never failed him and he didn't want to live to see the day when it wouldn't obey him. He walked up to Holly and looked down on her. There he bent her down to lay down, there wasn't enough time for foreplay really. Neither did Holly seem to want to much of it either, no here there would be more of sex then anything. As he laid her down he used two fingers upon her bra and got it of her. The other hand found his way into her pants. He would just get her wet enough and then he would go for it. She would rise high to the sky and he would make her his. He thought of a song form his native home. Maybe he would sing it when he was alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 13:39:08</strong>
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				Holly had slipped off her shoes, and was beginning to tug her tight jeans down when Goran sauntered over, and pushed her down. She didn't know what to expect from him; All guys were different, and she was a little surprised that he was so eager, almost urgent. Her bra was removed by his precise fingers, and soon tossed casually to the side. Holly's back arched when his hands slithered beneath her panties, finding her sex. The big swede would be pleased to know that she was already moistening in anticipation; She had been thinking about his sweaty body even before he had taken off his shirt.<br><br>Her fingers clung to the crown of Goran's golden hair as his fingers ran over her lower lips, a soft gasp escaping her upper lips. "Wow..." She said, but Holly neglected to say what else was on her mind. She was thinking that he must have a serious case of blue-balls, here on this farm... That Rio lady seemed pretty enough, but there was something strange about that lady.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 00:58:06</strong>
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				Göran smiled as he felt Holly's lower lips being ready for him. She seemed shocked at first but then he had noticed that foreplay for Swedes wasn't the same as in America. Holly would have her foreplay but in a hot fashion. Göran did enjoy the animals on the farm but a real woman wasn't wrong in their way as well. He would enjoy this moment for it could take time until a new female would come to this farm. He begun to penetrate Holly's pussy with his ring and middle finger. He would stroke her deep and slow. He balanced on his other hand as he gently kissed over her nipples.<br><br>After a while he increased his speed to make her feelings grow to the seventh heaven. This he gave to her, she would receive as much as he could give before he would take. He shifted his weight to his knees as he sat beside Holly and cupped his hand over her breast and caressed it. His eyes followed her body and here and now he kissed her as he worked her to come. Then he released his grip over her and moved down. He found himself between her thighs and could smell the sweet Holly. With his middle and index finger penetrating her and his tongue eating her he knew he could make her come. A little bit she wanted her to beg to be mounted in the end. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 10:16:40</strong>
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				She gasped when his fingers penetrated her sex; Holly had expected him to plow on ahead, quite literally, but this was nice as well. One thing that she could appreciate was that he knew what he was doing; Holly didn't have the patience to hold someone's hand and guide them through the motions during sex. Letting him take the wheel, she spread her legs as far as she comfortably could, giving Goran the best view he could have.<br><br>The big man had found one of her sweeter spots with his lips and tongue, and Holly's back reflexively arched up like a bridge. "Jesus Christ," she groaned, now grabbing at his head tightly, a steady encouragement for Goran to keep doing as he pleased.&nbsp; The hay was itchier than hell on her back but she could admire herself for trying something new. Though a nice, soft bed was what Holly really wanted right now. Maybe a blanket... It was nice and warm out here, but she couldn't help but feeling a little exposed. Her nipples stood tall, and not just because she was extremely aroused.<br><br>When he moved closer to her, her lips spread willingly and their tongues danced, trading the taste of their mouths for a moment while his hands caressed the flesh on her chest. Holly bit his lip playfully. "Hurry up and fuck me," she whispered, a small grin on her lips, and it seemed Goran would oblige her... He moved between her spread thighs but instead of aligning his hips with her, his mouth sought her pink lips. The next word out of her mouth was a combination of several obscenities, nothing of which could form a single word. She closed her thighs and trapped the man between her legs, going wild as he ate her out. The obscenities began to flow from her lips like a fountain; nobody could accuse Holly of being a silent lover.<br><br>She was approaching her orgasm now, and wasn't very shy about it. "Fuck me, I'm going to come!" Nor did she give Goran an opportunity to bow out. She was leaning up on the hay bale now, grabbing at his head, discouraging the man from pulling away. She came like a bolt of lightning that would make Thor blush, and a moment later she was on her back again, panting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Pasture</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 01:30:37</strong>
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				Goran loved to hear her scream, it fuelled him to continue and go deeper. This woman was just right for him at the moment. She would fill his desires for a normal fuck for a long time and for a long time she would please his more twisted desires. He wondered what would be in store for her but no matter what he would mount her over and over again. He would make her want to stay another day. Maybe that would wonder why some of them vanished and seek the truth, try to run. That would have been great, a chase that would end in one way. He would win, he always did win in the end. Yet at the moment he felt a woman around him and all senses gave just one calling to him. He drew her hard and wild if one took in what sounds she made.<br><br>Then she stopped him in a way, she wanted to be taken and taken she would become. Goran was hard and throbbing. Frey would smile upon a dick created to be able to please mother nature. Nature had been kind to the Swede and now it would be nice to Holly who where bellow him. She who asked him to take her as her last sex as a pure human being. Well maybe there would be room for more but Goran doubted it. He grabbed Holly's left breast as he penetrated into her. Slow and deep at first, just sliding into her and filling her up with his meat. Then he begun to move back and fourth into her. He increased the speed by each thrust but not much. He wouldn't want her to come just yet but soon enough. He would make her come before he would release her from this domain of his.<br><br>Soon his own desires took over him and he begun to pump her harder and faster. Just loving the feeling of Holly around his dick and to just have her body in his hands. He bit her lip as he kept pounding her on. He had a kinky side but he wouldn't bit so hard that she would bleed. He had after all just met her and kinky was good at first when it came in small doses. This was just to try her out to see how far he could go with her right about now. She was fucking with a stranger on hay, in the open and Goran doubted it was something she often did. So being a bit kinky couldn't be that bad for her, now could it?
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