Chapter 8: The Registration The next day as Ginny lay locked in the machine she felt the attachment swing round and stop just short. A thin jet of oil squirted from its tip and coated her cunt lips. She felt the tickling impact of the oil land just below her back entrance, some of it splashing onto that tight opening. She instinctively cinched her muscles t...
Sten Erikson was a normal dairy farmer except for the fact that some of his "cows" were human. Stens farm was a legendary sex filled paradise until the government came and shut it down. Just how this strange human dairy farm could exist require some explanation and a look into its history. This story will focus on how the farm came to be, what the farm was...
Teresa was the oldest of three, 18 years old and dreaming of the day she could leave the farm and move to the city for school. Growing up on a dairy farm was hard work, and as the oldest she had a lot of responsibility she wasn't so crazy about. The early mornings and long days were particularly unbearable for her, and she had better ideas of where she wante...
I can't seem to keep away from the western stories. Maybe I was a real cowboy in another life or maybe I long for the time when a man could decide his own destiny without interference from the government or some do gooder telling me how to speak and think. Who knows? Thank for taking the time to read and comment on my work. As usual constructive critiques,...
Chapter 9: The Finale The other sows made a great fuss of ginnysow when she was reintroduced. They had missed her and made her feel welcome. They could not believe that her husband had sold her back to the farm. Some of them were really indignant at him, others were just pleased he had so that she could be back among them. Ginnysow was overwhelmed and seeme...
Urban Oddballs: Farmy pt 01 Edited by Thegreat_pretender Three days had passed since the group had their sleep over. Now, however, three of the crew members met in Shawky and Gaxi's house to discuss what missions they would be tackling today. "Okay, well I guess it's just us and Miss Poppy today," Gaxi shrugged as she looked at her phone. "Yeah, Quizzy a...
Henry "Hank" Johnson was a big strapping black man who worked on Nancy's father's farm. Nancy, a vivacious young woman with a sexual appetite that couldn't be satisfied, was well aware of Hank. But Hank seemed to be totally unaware that Nancy even existed. Nancy knew that Hank was a big, dim-witted man who did the work of an ox. But she couldn't help notice...
The day dawned on a new Clarisse Evans. Now that she had been milked, the world looked different. She guessed it was like losing her hucow virginity? It was sort of like that. The sun seemed brighter, the grass greener, the food tastier. She felt more...alive, for lack of a better word. Was this the effect of the great lay she had, or the serum, or both? It...
Poachers were the worst. Not humans. The random kind, the animals that caught a whiff of farm stock and dug under the fences. At the same time, Mina relished the challenge of a stray wolf or fox, since they usually put up a fight when she wrangled them into submission, sometimes saving a chicken or small pig in the process. Doing so got her covered in filth,...
Chapter 3: The Contract Ben lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He could hear the splash of water from the bathroom as Ginn took her shower. Ben had a lot to think about. Yesterday she had been shouting at him and angry with him, and then in the middle of the night she had awoken him with such a passionate blowjob and she seemed very horny. What was g...