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

Daisy in Bloom - Farm Life Pt. 01

... privacy," said an all-too-familiar voice.

Nearly falling out of the tree, she stiffened in fear as Hulton approached. He glided across the leafy undergrowth like a wraith before crossing the river without rolling up his pantlegs or anything.

Dear listener, at times like these it is easy to imagine a fight or a scuffle or perhaps a few choice threats being uttered. But indeed, sometimes life goes on without any fuss.

When Daisy remembered that first day and how strong he had been and how much money he had brought them, all the energy left her body and she lay on the willow branch like laundry drying in the sun. There was nothing to do, nowhere to run to.

Here she would stay, no matter what.

"I should bring my telescope down here later. I was a bit worried because of the water and the humidity, but I bet we can see some great stars. Do you want to see some stars, Daisy?"

Daisy stared back and her face could have taught some tribal masks a thing or too.

"Maybe we got off on the wrong foot." Hulton stepped closer. "I think we should get along, don't you?" He drew closer. "I'm not your real dad, and I'm not dating Mrs. Pedigree or anything." Even closer. "But I think you and I can still share a special father-daughter relationship, don't you?" Closer still. "What do you say Daisy? Can I comb your hair?"

That last question threw her for a loop. She had nodded and, a few minutes later, found herself sitting on his lap in the middle of the river with a thin ...

... comb passing back and forth through her thick head of hair.

"This is nice," he said, almost absentmindedly. Though his crotch was situated directly beneath her naked rump, she didn't feel anything poking her. What had that strange object been, she wondered?

"Did you use to come here a lot? Maybe as a kid?"

"Yes... Me and my friends. We loved playing in the rivers."

"River, singular. Not rivers."

"Right." Daisy closed her eyes. That somehow made her feel better, more in control.

"What did you do for fun?" Daisy thought about that. There was no way an older man like him could understand the games they used to play. It'd be better to keep it simple.

"We played sticks."

"Sticks?"

As if to demonstrate, Daisy stood up and grabbed a thick branch from the ground. She held it up high like a weapon.

"I'm Sir Daisy the Knight, and this is my sword." She swished it around, gave a few experimental jabs to some invisible enemy. Her breasts flopped around with every dramatized movement.

"Very good," Hulton observed.

"Do you want to play sticks?" Part of her hoped he'd say no and leave her in peace. The other part hoped he'd say yes, so she could show him that there was more to her than her body and that, if he just gave it a shot, they could get along without playing those weird touching games that kept replaying in her mind over and over again while she tried to sleep.

"I know a different game, a better game."

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In the early morning by the ...