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 daugh- ters 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 spec- ulated, 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 getting. 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 sis- ter. "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 flirtatiously. She was a little bit of a bitch in my opinion, but holy cow, what tits!

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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 as 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 pas- sed 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 could- n't help but work up a boner.

Mrs. Olafsson could feel my dick quickly hardening be- tween 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 erection 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 my life.

"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 couldn't believe this, it was just so bizarre. I hadn't been thinking about anything in particular when this woman had knocked on my door only a few moments ago. But now I wanted to get my rocks off in the worst way. This whole thing was jest so fantastically bizarre.

"I will make us come together," She whispered seduc- tively. "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 erection, 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. She contracted at the same moment I spurts, and it seemed to go on for ever. She was milking me, bizarre!

"Oh, I have needed that for so long," She gasped, col- lapsing on top of me. "We will do this every night, ja? I will see you tomorrow," She said, kissing me on the mouth and hopping out of bed to put on her nightgown. Every night? Bizarre...

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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 occurred 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 dinner table."

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 except 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 towel, but not very successfully.

As I came out I tried to cover my erection 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 walk- ing 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 towel, 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 erection.

"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 started stroking it firmly, looking me in the eye.

"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 connoisseur.

"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 erection, 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 erection 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 that Inga and I were friends."

"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 simultaneously pulling her back toward me by her wrists and thrusting my throbbing penis forward, for- cing myself in her. It took quite a bit of pushing, but finally Katherine was fully impaled on my long erection, 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 erection 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 driv- ing 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 any- thing, 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 doesn'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 to- gether 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 tightened 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 tell- ing 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 grow- ing up on a farm Sweden.

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 un- hooked 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 erect 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 little 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 con- dition 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 up- right like the surrounding trees, and let Inga explore it with her delicate 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 cor- rectly." 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 delicate features than her sister and couldn't fit any more than the head of my erection 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 traveling up my dick.

"Here it comes, Inga." She missed swallowing the first spurt, letting it gush out of her mouth but succeeded 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...

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