Daisy in Bloom - Farm Life Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Daisy in Bloom - Farm Life Pt. 01

This is a recollection of certain lurid events which occurred in the remote 77 Acre Farm owned by Mrs Pedigree. It is a fable for hard folk and lonesome men and, like most campfire stories worth telling, is based on true events.

If you have a complaint, just roast a marshmallow and please wait until its your turn to speak. Lets see...

Before we get into the nitty gritty degeneracy we ought to inspect the Pedigree women. First and foremost was Daisy Pedigree, youngest daughter and a certifiable country girl. God blessed her with an attractive form, strong arms, and thick thighs. She had received a homeschooling education, that is to say, almost no education whatsoever. She was talented at milking cows and repairing roofing, but knew nothing of math or history or sex ed. Ahem.

Then there was Lady Pedigree, her elder sister. They called her 'Lady' but she was anything but. How did such a family of plain farming folk wind up with this rotten troublemaker trapped in the slim, petite body of an especially attractive girl? If her father had been around, she might have turned out alright. At least she had her wits, though the same could not be said for Daisy.

Mrs. Agatha Pedigree was their mother and sole living guardian. She had a body much like Daisy's, only more developed, and wits to match young Lady, which helped keep her in line.

They were impoverished and lonely after a boy named Lyle moved away many years ago, leaving them with just one neighbor (a friendly ...

... woman who will not appear in these introductory tales). But they were happy and, most importantly, far removed from the wiles of civilization. The 77 Acre Farm, though small, was situated in a place where no man might stumble across it.

Naturally, one man did.

It happened on a cool spring day when the wind whistled through the evergreens like a low moan and sent droplets of morning dew scattering across rows of crops--carrots mostly, green strands poking from the earth like wiggling tentacles--now ready for the harvest.

Walking among those rows and inspecting the vegetables of their labor was Daisy Pedigree dressed in jean shorts that pinched and rode her ass something fierce and a cutesy pink tanktop which clung for dear life against her full breasts, sometimes slipping and offering her sister Lady an unwanted view.

"Cover up!" said Lady, harshly. "No one wants to see your pink tits flapping in the wind, you cow!"

"Who's no one?" Daisy asked. "It's just you and me and Ma. There's no one t' offend. I could go naked for all you care." And it was true. Not since those happy days with Lyle had a stranger come this far onto their property, let alone upside the house where they now knelt on hands and knees with their rear ends wobbling as they plucked carrot after firm carrot from the earth. Their hands stroking and plying the ground with expert dexterity.

Still, Lady couldn't stand to lose an argument.

"Be that as it may, we're grown women now. We ought to have ...