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

Daisy in Bloom - Farm Life Pt. 01

... her. Daisy was perhaps too... unaccustomed... to be afraid.

Watching her sister's bare feet slapping the earth as she ran home, Daisy spoke to the man who had sidled up alongside her, one arm hanging limp like a broken toy.

"Why are you topless?" he finally asked her.

"Because it feels good." That was the honest truth, and Ma had drilled into her time and time again the virtues of being honest.

The man considered this for a time, in silence.

"Don't you feel awkward? Most women would be ashamed."

"It's natural." Daisy looked at his arm. "Are you hurt? Or did you eat something that doesn't agree with you?"

The man lifted his shirt, revealing a bandaid so small it made Daisy burst out laughing. The man laughed too, evidently unbothered.

"It's just a little scrape. It doesn't hurt a bit." He eyed her body, looking her up from the bottom to the top as if appraising a rare statue from another era.

Daisy saw him watching her and didn't know what to say. She crossed her arms, then uncrossed them. What to do with all this nervous energy?

The man cast a surreptitious glance over towards the direction Lady had run off to. Nothing.

He looked down at her.

"What's wrong mister? Did you--" Daisy had begun to say mere seconds before the man's fingers gripped her bare tit and tugged her nipple, gently yet firmly.

"Why!" was all she could say, then a sharp intake of breath made her mute. That feeling... That touch! It was different than feeling her ...

... own hand against her skin when bathing. His hand was foreign. It was good.

Her eyes widened as he grabbed hold of both breasts and cupped them in his wide palms while playing with her mercilessly. He stepped behind her, circling like a predator, and ran figure-eights across her nipples while breathing hot air down her neck and along her spine. She didn't think that he was particularly handsome (he seemed more plain than anything, maybe a bit unattractive even) but feeling those hands on her breasts with his eyes boring directly into the back of her skull drove her wild. Never in her life had she been touched this way. She moaned aloud.

But this bliss lasted only a few seconds longer. Then, her surreal encounter took a turn for the worse.

Without asking her permission or even announcing his next move, he put both hands against her hips and forced her rear against his crotch. Daisy felt something lumpy and hard grind against her ass crack through her jean shorts which were as blue as the sky above. She looked up and felt oddly helpless in his grasp, when she stepped away he pulled her back. When she struggled, he held her tighter. Up above, the white puffy clouds moved lazily across a jean-colored sky.

He did not strip her but he did put a hand down her pants and began fumbling with her pussy with rough, claw-like motions. Daisy had never worn panties of any kind (comfort first!) and immediately felt his digits poking and prodding her insides in the worst way. Most ...