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

Daisy in Bloom - Farm Life Pt. 01

... as if her every word inspired it to hurry. "Let me taste it already!"

"Fuck. Yes." He let out a low groan, like an engine releasing excess steam.

"Hey, language!" Daisy chided, opening both eyes.

She saw Hulton still standing above her, this time with his appendage placed firmly against the tip of her tongue. When he saw her staring he gripped her tongue by pinching it between his forefinger and thumb.

Then, he began shooting cream.

She stayed motionless, confused once again. She saw his hips shaking, his rod moving closer and then further away, and then closer again. It was like the time when he touched her above the wildflowers, only stranger.

Strangest of all was the white pungent liquid shooting down her throat. She could actually see it out of the corner of her eye as it splatted against her pink tongue, nearly every shot landing precisely where Hulton had aimed but a few stray ropes traveling further than intended.

He held her very still as he groaned and whispered her name while his face flushed and his rod kept twitching again and again until it stopped. The taste was bad but not awful. The feeling was... Strange.

"Fuck, you're such a good cumslut," he cursed again.

He held her like that for a bit, tongue pulled straight like a party popper while his cum rolled down and into her mouth. Then he gripped his rod with one hand and smacked it against her forehead, leaving behind little stains that hardened against her skin and brown ...

... hair.

He kept smacking her even as she began to cough and sputter, ultimately hacking up the strange cream he had fed her. She didn't know what cum was but she couldn't stand swallowing it, it was too foreign to her tastebuds. Hulton laughed when she spat a huge wad that trailed from her lips and hung in midair before dropping into the river, leaving ripples in its wake.

She watched the wad of creamy phlegm wash away down the river where Lady had taught her how to swim.

Daisy felt sick to her stomach. Despite all the conflict inside, she was learning to ignore her worries and just accept the situation as-is. The sun still rose in the morning, the hens still laid their eggs, and it seemed that the only change to her everyday life was the occasional prank from a mean older man.

She wiped her lips and watched Hulton walk away with his trousers slung over his shoulders. He was learning to be prioritize comfort and personal satisfaction over everything else.

After all, the farm was quite remote indeed. What could anyone do to stop him?

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We'll end our story in the dead of night, on the seventh day, when Daisy slept in her bunk bed with Lady sleeping peacefully above her.

Daisy hadn't bothered to tell Ma or Lady about the games Mr. Brim had played with her or the way he pinched her behind or slapped her tits whenever they happened across one another in the woods or behind the barn. She hadn't told them about the time she saw him stroking his rod, his "cock" he had ...