The following is a filth kink related story about a woman who enjoys all sorts of nasty and gross kinks. If things like unwashed women. Scat, watersports, sweaty, trash piles, rolling in mud and the like bother you stop now. If not? Keep on goin.
Also all persons involved in sexual situations are above the age of 18
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Lonely Horse farms very much lived up to its name. A horse farm on a just shy of 1000 acres in the middle of nowhere it was split into three stables from three old merged ranches. The main stable was the largest, and technically two of them. Where the merger had come from it was the largest by far with room for over 80 horses, although on average it was closer to 60 or so.
The second stable was one of those 'project stables'. If you heard stories of 'the troubled girls stable' this was one of those, and still was. Smaller, with room for 18 horses, but on average more like 12, it housed a mix of children who bonded with animals as a form of 'healing'. It was also reasonably close to the main stable, not too far away.
The last one was the smallest, and at one point a whole home with a small stable attached. The merger had kept the stable, but more so as a 'vacation home' for the main owners. As they could keep it, and a few of the horses owners could approach the third farm easier, it was nearly two hours drive away from either of the other two stables. It was mainly connected by a long, long land-line. It was somewhat self sufficient with a small fields attached growing some crops. It was where the horse manure from the other stables was stored for a few nearby farms to take as stock, as well as using some of it for their own gardens. Admittedly the gardens were given over to one of these farms, a few acres of plants, in exchange for a small fee and a bit of the food to be given to the residents of this isolated space.
Oh, the third farm had a few residents. The owner of the central stable that had lead to this merger had a decently large family. To that end his oldest daughter, Jane, was given her own stable to manage. She wasn't alone in this. The family that had owned it previously had one daughter of adult age, her name was Marianne. While they had sold the farm to new owners she had kept the house and housed her 'help'. Of which there was one other girl, Irnia. Irina had gone to the 'wayward girl horse farm' for some years as a young girl. And she had ended up going to college for agriculture. To this end she had lead to this part of the farms current fate. It would, in a few years time, become a pure farm. Less horses, more plants. It was on the most fertile part of the stable grounds, and bordered up against some farms. They were working on making deals, but until then they were selling horse manure to the other farms. Which was about half of the job of the three girls living here. They took care of the horses, and received truckloads manure from the other stables nearly daily. It was dirty smelly work, luckily all three girls were pretty ok with getting dirty and smelly.
It was one morning after dealing with the horses, and after their delivery of manure from both of the other stables had arrived things began. It was early summer and the girls were sweating. It started with Marianne ripping out a fart.
"Wow. Gross." Irinia said jokingly.
