Nancy Swanson had a peculiar feeling nag at her all morning. In some moments it lessened. And in others, such as when she set out three glasses of cold milk for her family, it grew stronger. Initially, she thought the feeling was a strong sense of déjà vu, but as the morning rolled along, that no longer seemed accurate. Nancy didn't think she was experiencin...
Kirsten Dunst was about to star in a movie set on a farm. Her character would play the farmer's daughter and she felt she needed to know more about farming so her agent arranged for her to work on a farm in Colorado for a few weeks. She arrived on the farm of George Miller early one Monday morning and was ready for four weeks of work. During the first three...
Despite the charmed life she led, with so much love and warmth around her and the constant affection lavished on her by her mothers, sisters, Darlin, and all the bulls on the farm, Kelly did have her bouts of frustration. She needed to release stress just like anyone else. Currently, it was the task of assigning jobs to all the new arrivals on the farm that...
Author's note: WARNING: There is the tiniest touch of reluctance/non-consent and scat in this chapter. Oddly, I don't like either much, but they were necessary for the evolution of the plot. As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in sear...
The 4th July fell on a Saturday, that year and their usual custom was to attend the church celebration. It was an all day event planned with children's games in the morning, a picnic lunch on the church lawn, followed by a softball game in the afternoon and fireworks in the evening. The girl's rotation fell to Trish that morning and Edith and Sam would milk...
Old Mr Postlethwaite's choice for Henry, of all people, to accompany him to lunch was met with some consternation by the young men at the office. Henry didn't work any harder than anyone else, they felt. He was certainly not smarter than Frank, for instance, or Malcolm, or even William. Then why did Mr Postlethwaite, the man they'd all wanted as their mentor...
This was a request where I was asked to come up with a globalized fetish of cow girls. Thoroughly enjoyed writing it - hope you enjoy readers! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The Goddess looked down on the Earth and she wept. Across the world, as they had for millennia, mankind continued to abuse mother Earth. They defiled her with their machines...
A woman looking for fame and fortune, gets green acres and farm life instead. * Once her favorite holiday, Audrey now dreaded Valentine's Day. Normally an early shopper, with Valentine's Day looming closer, in the way of a painful toothache, she hadn't even yet bought her husband a Valentine's Day card. Every time she was in the mood to look at Valentine's...
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...
Becca sighed wishfully as another set of oversized breasts were plopped in front of her. "Hey Stevie, how's the orchard?" she asked as she started fondling and massaging the mammories before her. "Good! We cleared out about 30 trees. I think I've got two or three in here," she patted her bust as she spoke. Becca was always envious of the whopping melons she...