Queen's Beach: Pa's Wild Oats (Patreon)

and the idea of Pa, Pizza Thot’s Milkbar’s big shy dad, banging assorted milfs around town came up. I’m always into Milk and her family, and messing with writing a big ol’ dilf instead of a scrawny femboy’s not something I often do.

Also everybody’s got an open enough relationship in Queen’s Beach that nobody’s feelings are hurt, it’s not really a cheating thing, etc. Consenting adults and stuff as usual. I kept thinking of a way to tie in a “country girls makes do” joke but never felt natural…

Some said that Queen’s Beach was a city for lovers. If you didn’t have a partner already, there was usually someone who was willing to fuck a stone’s throw away. It led to people commonly forming open relationships to some degree.

Even the older married couples of QB were pretty experimental. So as much as Darlin and Pa were head over heels in love with each other, the fact that they were banging at every opportunity left something missing when one of them was away on business. With his beefy country wife heading out of town to make a large delivery of milk, that left Pa to his own devices with a notable lack of sex in his life. With the chores around the farm taken care of, he went into town with some urges to take care of.

While soft-spoken and kind, Pa was a mighty tall and broad man. He had skin and hair of varying shades of brown and a short but thick beard. He had abandoned his usual overalls but was still dressed like an obvious country boy in his button-up flannel shirt and jeans.

Pa grunted as he walked down the busy streets. He checked a few things on his phone as best he could, but he wasn’t finding much for leads. He wasn’t sure on the best place to sow his wild oats, as it were. He knew his daughter worked at a place called Pizza Thot that was supposedly popular, but he had only stopped by there to support her and her interests. Besides, there were a lot of slim young people working there. Pa was used to sleeping with Darlin, so it took a lot of woman to be able to handle his brand of loving.

“Chuck? Is that you? Fancy seeing you again! It’s been ages!”

Pa looked up at the sound of his name. The big, quiet man looked tough enough for people to give him plenty of space, but one woman was intently heading right for him. She waved a hand overhead as if she weren’t easy enough to spot on her own.

There was no mistaking Holly Washington. The woman was light all over, from her fair skin to her short blonde hair and light blue eyes. She was also of the body type that made it obvious that she was a mother. Her wide hips were a sure sign, as was her practical attire of a snug shirt and jeans. Her tits that were twice the size of her head and wider than her torso and arms combined were a dead giveaway.

“Mornin’, Holly,” he said with a small nod of his own.

“I see you’ve still got that gift for conversation,” Holly chuckled.

She adjusted the shoulder strap on her purse. It squeezed the strip of leather tighter around her breast and shifted the hard-working strap of her bra along with it. Pa’s stony expression looked blank enough to cover him glancing down between her deep cleavage.

“Always was better with my hands than my words,” Pa admitted in his deep but warm voice.

“Nothing wrong with that, Chuck. Always nice to have a strong man around the house.”

Holly smiled at him fondly. They had met here and there around the city, always on good terms. Enough to recognize each other and keep on friendly terms, but enough distance between them that they were out of touch for long stretches. She struck up a conversation, clearly in no hurry on her errands. Pa went into an even-paced stroll, keeping pace with her and content to let her catch him up on her recent life.

“Here’s one of me and Salem. He’s growing like a weed, right?” she doted as she showed him her phone.

It had a picture of a brunette young man looking awkward as he held out his phone, clearly helping his mom with a selfie. The fact that he had to pack in so close to his mother’s beanbag breasts got Pa a little jealous.

“Handsome little fellah,” Pa noted simply.

“Takes after his ma.”

Holly giggled at the casual compliment.

“Well you should see Piper. And how’s the family? That farm of yours still overflowing with kids and cows?” Holly asked.

“Oh they’re growin’ up. Headin’ out on their own one by one. And with Darlin out on business, started to get a little lonesome out there on the ranch.”

“Poor guy. I always tell everyone you’re a big softy. Just hard where it counts.”

“For better or worse,” Pa conceded with another calm nod.

He was just a half-step behind Holly, letting him see down between her tits. Even if he wasn’t distracted by it already, being taller and her massively wobbling rack made it hard to avoid looking at it even if he tried.

“Well why don’t you come on by my place? Salem’s out by his friend’s place for the weekend. I’ll treat you to a nice meal.”

“Ah. I wouldn’t wanna impose.”

Pa also wasn’t positive he could control himself.

“Oh, not at all. I could use a man around the house again. Always handy to help out with a few hard to reach places.”

---

Pa had been so careful about containing his urges that he failed to notice Holly leaving hints of her own. While a concerned mother and respectable woman about town, she was still a woman with needs. With her son out of the house, it wasn’t long after she got Pa in her apartment that she was pressing up against him and making less than subtle caresses along his powerful arms.

Said arms were soon lifting her off her feet and pinning the half-dressed milf face down on her bed. Pa had hastily shed his clothes while helping strip Holly down to her underwear as they hurried for the bedroom. The hairy bulk of a man wrapped his strong hands around her massive tits, pulling down her bra and giving them a firm squeeze. Holly let out a long, high-pitched cry as her tender bust molded to fill in the space between his fingers.

“Fuck… oh fuck, Chuck!” she panted beneath him.

The chesty blonde turned her head, pressing her lips to his. Her tongue pressed past Pa’s beard, hungrily tasting him as his growing bulge pressed against her ass. A firm hand pulled down her panties started groping her ass cheeks, sculpting the meaty ass until she was biting her lip.

“Been needin’ a man around the house, ain’tcha?” Pa asked in a low and firm tone.

“God yes… needed a stud just like you!” Holly panted.

She shivered as she heard Pa undo his belt and let his clothing hit the floor. His huge and hungry erection immediately burst out into a stiff and ready position, swatting against Holly’s broad behind. Its firmness made it feel like a spanking as he seized and thrust his way into her childbearing hips.

“Aughhhh~!”

It was all Holly could manage to articulate on the matter as Chuck’s massive manmeat thrust inside her. Even with her eager wetness, he was thick and hard enough that she could feel his every vein on the way in. The blue-eyed milf gawked and her eyes rolled back. The first thrust alone hit so many sensitive spots at once that it seemed to switch off her brain from thinking about anything else. It was exactly what she’d been needing lately.

Pa’s muscular dadbod rode her like a broken-in mare as his beefy body slammed against her round hips. Her plump thighs made the perfect kind of cushion that he looked for in a lady, and her huge breasts squashed up against the bed. Holly bit her lip as Pa’s battering ram of a cock filled her up with the hot, pulsing flesh that seemed set on pounding her through the bed. Her shrill, panting cries were always just slightly behind the wet, sloppy sounds of her pussy getting railed by the big country boy, filling the room with the sounds of their passionate sex.

Pa was always a gentleman and a considerate, patient kind of guy. Darlin loved all that to death about him but she knew he was no less horny than the rest of the locals.

Holly learned it far more abruptly. Getting taken from behind, she could only hear his breathing growing heavier as he built up steam. As he plowed her soaking pussy full, Pa’s thick, strong hands reached beneath her widespread legs and grabbed her hefty tits. A firm squeeze milked fresh moans from the milf, but it took her by surprise when he lifted her completely off the bed. The hairy tank of a man squeezed her breasts while the crooks of his elbows lifted her legs up, folding her almost in half with her ankles up to her ears.

“Oh god! Ohhhh fuck! Chuck, wait a AAAAHHNGH~!”

In a string of babbled nonsense and words she’d never use in front of her son, Pa pulled her body down while he thrust upward. His huge brown member impaled Holly as she felt her entire body weight held up by nothing but Pa’s arms and cock. Her jaw dropped, spilling out drool and her entire tongue as she was left stunned. The blonde squirted her orgasmic juices past what little space his massive dick had left her. Even motionless amd fucked silly, she still bounced on his dick as he bounced her like a bouncy puppet.

“Atta girl… keep ‘er comin’,” Pa grunted gruffly in her ear.

“Ahhmnnumuh…” Holly babbled back.

Her eyes, mouth and pussy watered from the cockshock. She hadn’t felt anything like having the beefy farmer hammering her clit like this. Her brain was overloaded as she shuddered and squirted again before the first orgasm was fully finished, barely registering it in her cum-drunk haze. Pa just went on manhandling her like a chesty cocksleeve until he released a long, bestial grunt behind her. Her legs instinctively spread for him as best they could, primal breeding instincts caving to his wordless request in the throes of her rapid orgasms.

Pa’s thick and potent seed filled the depths of her pussy, filling what little space hos shaft had left her. The bubbling hot cream tickled at every crack of her womanhood as she collapsed back against him with what little movement she had in her full nelson fucking. Holly ragdolled in his arms, leaking from most of her holes as Pa’s seed plopped thickly out of her and onto her floor.

“Mm! Dang,” Pa said through a husky sigh.

“Great start there, Holls. What you thinkin’ for the next…?”

He finally thought to check in on Holly. She was a cummy, sweaty wreck in his arms, absolutely stupefied by his fucking. He frowned and gently set her back down on the bed. Holly flopped out limply, her big breasts rising and falling as she tried to recover from the force of nature that was Pa’s dick.

“Aw heck. Sorry ‘bout that,” he muttered, looking like he’d take off his hat if he had one on.

“I forgot you city folks got them delicate constitutions. Maybe… I sorta oughta see myself out?”

It was remarkable how quickly Pa shifted between an untamed fuckbeast to the softspoken man he also was. Holly just twitched on the bed in what might have been a nod, squirting out a glob of his cum. Actual words weren’t her strong suit after all that. Neither was walking.

“Yup… good catchin’ up. Appreciate the hospitality…”

Pa awkwardly redressed himself and left Holly’s place. After the wild fuck session, he was still only warmed up. He took out his phone and started trying to figure out who was in town that he knew when a dark-haired teenager passed him by. Pa wouldn’t have paid him any mind before he walked up to Holly’s door. Pa’s narrow eyes widened and he raised a hand for the boy’s attention.

“Y’all…” he managed before hesitating to choose his exact words to warn him about about his fucked silly mom.

“Y’all might wanna knock,” was the best he could manage.

Pa hunched his shoulders and moseyed off quickly, leaving the puzzled boy behind.

—-

Luckily, Pa didn’t have to search for long. He had some old friends and flings around town and he managed to get a hold of Ruth Bellflower. He made his way towards the campus where she lived in her cozy old house, managing the apartments next door.

After a few messages they agreed to meet up for lunch. Pa stopped by her place where they swapped stories over ice tea and some light sandwiches.

Ruth had a way of making anyone feel comfortable, and Pa was no exception. He loosened up around the lightly tan old woman, her long silver hair tied into a braid. Her simple sundress clung to her soft hourglass figure and lightly spotted bosom, her small glasses resting in front of her gentle green eyes.

“And oh, my father was having a fit,” Ruth chuckled sweetly, regaling Pa with another story from their younger days. Pa was a father and all, but Ruth was old enough to have babysat him.

“He was just ‘Why’s there this mess? You gotta be more careful!’ But I’m just standing there just hoping he’s angry enough that he won’t notice the four boys climbing out my bedroom window!”

Pa smiled wide and gave a short scoff of a laugh. It was pretty expressive when it came to him.

“You were always up to somethin’, Ruthy,” Pa noted fondly.

“Just part of growing up. Though it’s hard to keep that in mind when it comes to raising our own.”

Pa just gave another short laugh.

“The stuff the boys must get up to that I don’t even hear about,” he mused.

“Youth’s wasted on the young, right?”

“Oh, I don’t think so. My hip’ll act up here and there if I get too rowdy, but it’s all about how you live. Act young, feel young.”

Pa gave a small smile.

“Well the missus sure sees to that. Course, I recall the reputation you had when you was younger.”

Ruth took a calm sip of her drink. Her soft eyes curled in a concealed smile before she set the glass back down.

“Who’s to say I still don’t?” she asked coyly.

The kindly older woman’s lirty glance got Pa’s shaft to perk up like she was calling its name.

“Only one way to find out, isn’t there?” Ruth added.

Pa cracked another smile and clinked hos glass against hers.

“Welp… here’s to livin’ young.”

—-

They polished off their lunch and took to each other next. Pa kissed her deeply, only stopping when he peeled Ruth’s sundress off over her head. Her braless breasts bounced out against his lower chest. As he stepped out of his pants, Ruth’s snug and lacey panties tickled his thighs. The gilf gently backpedaled until Pa’s bulk pinned her against the wall, her soft curves reshaping against his practical muscle and rock-hard erection. She ran her fingertips between them, caressing his shaft and tip lijd she could possibly get it any harder.

She didn’t have to tease him much to reawaken Pa’s idling arousal. He gave a low and needy grunt as he grabbed one of her legs and lifted it to hook around his side. It spread her legs wider, letting him grind between her thighs and against the wet patch at the front of her panties. Ruth’s eyes shut softly as she writhed against Pa’s stocky figure.

“Mmmm… just as big as I remember.”

She was certainly taking it better than Holly had as Ruth kept grinding against him. Her soft breasts bobbed against his broad chest until he pawed one of them, lifting it to his lips. His beard bristled around her tit while he hungrily sucked and nibbled on the hardening nipple. Even the enticing warmup had her gasping in delight. Ruth draped her arms around Pa’s neck, running her nails across his upper back to spur on the big brown bull. It clearly did the trick as Pa grabbed and tore her panties off with a firm ripping sound.

“Feeling young yet?” Ruth purred to him.

“Because if you ask me, those boys at my building don’t have manhood like that. You need to grow into that.”

“Mmhm,” Pa grunted as he squeezed Ruth’s breasts together, catching both nipples in his hungry mouth.

The husky dairy farmer clearly knew his stuff as he teased both of them into hard, tender peaks that had her clit pulsing already. He gave a few curt thrusts of his hips, bumping his firm cockhead against her lower lips. She always enjoyed teasing younger men, but there was something to be appreciated about a more experienced man like Pa who knew what he wanted and how to do it. After the teasing, almost warning grinds of his cock, Pa quickly found just the right angle to thrust up inside Ruth. She let out an excited hum as she squeezed him tightly, lifted off her feet as her ass squashed against the wall.

“OHHHH~! MMMM~!” she responded wordlessly.

Her thighs flexed, grasping her pussy around his member. She wasn’t as tight as a virgin, but Pa tended to prefer a looser woman like Ruth. Being too big had proven as much of an issue as other men had with being too small when it came to his sexual partners. Having someone who could actually fit him comfortably was more difficult to find than some might imagine.

He found himself spreading Ruth’s legs wider apart to burrow his way deeper into her slit. Her moist folds made way for him as he pushed in deep enough that her breasts and slight belly wobbled whenever he delivered a fresh pump of his dick. Before either of them fully realized it, he had Ruth’s leg in a near vertical split as she showed that all her years hadn’t cost her much of her flexibility. The standing spread eagle just had her gasping and panting for more.

The soft, loose fit let Pa really start to let loose. Ruth’s had to shift her weight to one side to keep her head from slamming into the wall behind her, letting her softly flopping breasts slap against it instead. Her voice grew higher and higher until she bucked sharply. With a shuddering moan, her hips trembled and her warm cum coarsed down Pa’s shaft. The big man took a breath and held it for a moment, half-expecting her to call it quits like Holly had. The gilf’s eyes fluttered back open and gave him an enticing glance.

“More where that came from, sweetness,” Ruth purred to him.

Pa licked his lips and grabbed her by the hips, lifting her off her feet. He turned and instinctively set her back against the nearest piece of furniture, tipping her over the arm of the couch to leave her draped backward over it. Her legs remained up and held in his arms. He gripped her ankles to spread Ruth wide before he mounted up, driving his dick straight down into a mating press.

Ruth gave a loud and husky cry as gravity brought Pa’s dick down like a piledriver, plowing through her cum-soaked pussy. Her eyes widened as the big man set himself to jackhammering his dick down on her clit. Her body trembled with every thrust, emitting a pleading moan as soon as it started to withdraw for another. Her already swollen clit seemed to explode with pleasure every time his hefty cock slammed into it like a hammerblow. Her legs wrapped around Pa’s waist, helping draw him in deeper still until he was bottoming out inside her.

With one more deep pull back, the two sweaty parents shuddered and came together. Pa’s half-sheathed cock spurted hard, painting Ruth’s insides with his fresh man milk. The thick cream splashed over her belly and tits as her gushing pussy and Pa’s twitching dick leaked over her upturned body. Pa’s creaming dick kept pumping down into, just as hard and horny as before.

Pa didn’t even notice the dull buzzing noise. Ruth’s eyes fluttered dreamily as she reached out to the coffee table. She caught her phone and brought it to her ear.

“Bellflower residence,” she chimed sweetly, brushing a strand of sweaty, silvery hair from her face.

After all her experience, Ruth was incredible at keeping a level tone like nothing was wrong. Even then, her voice cracked a bit as she bit back a moan, and she hoped the caller didn’t hear the balls slapping against her ass in the background. Pa kept as quiet as he could but kept plowing her like a fresh plot of land.

“I see. Well did you check…? You did. And what ab- ahh~! About the thermostat? Alright. No, no, it can’t be helped. I’ll be right over.”

Ruth frowned and clicked her tongue as she hung up. She rested a hand on Pa’s pumping chest until he at least slowed down.

“I’m afraid the air conditioning’s gone out in some of the apartments next door. I’ll need to make some calls and stop by to help figure this out…”

Pa let out a heavy sigh. He could see some disappointment in Ruth’s eyes too but her tenants clearly came first. So to speak.

“Was gettin’ real good too,” Pa muttered as he pulled back out of her.

The uprooting gesture made Ruth gasp as the fat tip brushed past her g-spot, making her shudder and squirt another quick orgasm on his way out. She cooed as she let herself relax back on the couch. She raised a leg, tracing her toes along the length of his shaft.

“Oh, it was amazing from the beginning. Don’t sell yourself short there, Charles,” Ruth assured him.

She stood back up before having to steady herself with a hand on the couch, then went to get dressed.

—-

Pa sighed as he started walking back to his truck, still itching to lighten his load. He missed his wife. He missed her laugh and her smile. Right now, he especially missed her nigh-insatiable craving for hot and dirty marathon sex. Everyone he’d gone after either couldn’t last, wouldn’t fit, or were just too busy to spend a few hours taking one of the biggest dicks in the state.

He was nearly ready to give up when a familiar accent called out to him.

“Hey, Pa! That you? How’s it goin’?”

Pa smiled as he turned towards the unmistakable form of Daisy. She was a nun at the church out in the same part of the countryside as his farm, and they’d had some passing neighborly encounters before. She certainly didn’t look like a lady of the cloth; most of the ones Pa grew up knowing were stern-faced, ancient, quietly modest, or some combination of the three. Daisy was clearly a country girl, built to lug around hay bales and livestock. She had thick blonde curls and even stood a little taller than Pa himself. She always had a wide smile on her face, showing off her freckled cheeks and the gap in her teeth. She was still wearing the familiar black and white robes of her sisterhood.

“Afternoon,” Pa said with a small smile and a nod.

“What brings ya out to the city proper?” Daisy pried conversationally.

“Ah, y’know. Catchin’ up with old friends,” he deflected.

“How ‘bout you? Church got you runnin’ errands again?”

Daisy looked surprised, then thoughtful.

“Well… sorta? Not really. I’m doin’ some work down art Hurtso’s.”

“Hurza wha?” Pa asked with a puzzled frown.

“Oh! Hurtso Good! It’s this place where I do a buncha charity work. Sister Pearl asks me to help out there and we make a buncha money for the convent and stuff. Lotta folks yellin’ ‘God this’ amd ‘holy that’ by the time I’m through with ‘em. Even got some fancy vestments for it.”

Daisy lifted up her robes. Pa would have averted his eyes if he weren’t so curious, but Daisy wore a black leather corset and thigh-high boots that clung to said thick and powerful thighs.

“Ah,” Pa noted as calmly as he could. “One o’ them places.”

“Yea, I heard folks call ‘em a place of ill repute, but I dunno about that. They got like 5 stars for service on Wanxit. But if ya ask me, the folks that come there are a little…”

Daisy scrunched up her face. Pa could have guessed a few things offhand to say about an S&M club’s clientele, but he took a shot from the look if the stocky nun.

“Scrawny?” Pa offered.

“Yeaaaa!” Daisy quickly agreed.

“Somethin’ about these city folk. Bless ‘em, they try but nothin’ quite like when I’d catch up with a feller in the back of the barn and go at it without havin’ to worry if I’m gonna break anythin’ on ‘em!”

Pa had to laugh. He beamed back at the jovial nun and patted her on the shoulder with on big Pa paw.

“Young lady, I think I know exactly how ya mean.”

Daisy smiled back and then looked Pa over like she had just noticed he was there. Some blush settled in between her freckles.

“Hey, would y’all wanna…” she asked, gesturing down the road.

“Absolutely,” Pa quickly agreed.

Hurtso’s club had plenty of private rooms, so it wasn’t hard to get one for Daisy and Pa. They didn’t need anything so fancy as the ones with racks and chains, settling for one with a roomy black and red bed. Daisy knelt at the edge of the bed while Pa threw off his clothes in a hurry. Daisy squared her shoulders, sucked in a breath, and flexed her arms and chest tightly enough that the ties on her corset snapped off. Her buoyant breasts came bobbing out on command.

“Won’t see every city girl doin’ that,” Pa praised, even as his cock twitched in an intrigued little nod.

“Not enough of ‘em if ya ask me,” Daisy replied as she cupped her tits together, pumping them around Pa’s shaft.

“Surprisin’ how many of ‘em can’t even lift their fellag let alone a hog!”

The combination of Daisy’s strong pecs and huge, pillowy breasts got Pa moaning quickly. He gripped Daisy by the hair, giving her some steadying pulls to help perfect her pace.

“Sorry about that,” he muttered.

“Aw, don’t be. I ain’t no wiltin’ lily no matter what mah name is. And if a fellah’s gettin’ in the mood, just means I’m doin’ it right, now ain’t I?”

Pa pulled her hair harder. Daisy’s head was drawn into his cock and she automatically popped her mouth open to swallow up the head with a pleased little hum. Without so much as a gag, she adjusted her mouth and tongue to make it fit and slid the rest of the massive rod down her throat. Soon she was moaning with her chin resting on his balls and her nose pressing up against Pa’s solid stomach.

“Mm… that’s the way,” Pa grunted appreciatively.

He gave a few short bucks of his hips, pressing his cock in the tiny bit in and out he could with her freckled face glued to his lap. Daisy grinned back and pressed her teeth lightly around his erection. Pa was too hard  to hurt it any, but he appreciated the extra roughness. He grunted and shot his load straight down her gap-toothed smile a second later, which she promptly chugged down and let dribble over her lips and tits.

She withdrew her head with a soft, sloppy slurp before licking her lips. Pa’s dick sprang back into position, bobbing around stiffly while dripping cum and saliva. Daisy was already climbing into bed with her eyes fixed on it with little more than clearing her throat.

“Y’all’re good for like… nine or ten more’a those, right?”

Pa just smiled and sighed in relief.

“Nothin’ like a farm girl,” he mused before grabbing her by the hips and pulling her on top of him.

The two went at it for hours, enjoying each other’s sturdy builds with all the hot country lovin’ they would stand. Pa loved having her on top of him, riding his face as he ate her out through his tickling beard. She quickly gushed over it, leaving her scent on his lips and nose as she moved on. She bounced on his dick as she leaned her hands on his hairy chest.  Her thick curves bounced with a steady, fleshing clapping noise between her colliding tits and her thick hips slapping against his. She rode his massive cock with minimal strain, and nothing she couldn’t take for how good it felt. Pa just kept groping at her curves and pulling at her arms to draw her down for harder, deeper thrusts. She was solid enough a woman that he loved having her on top of him, her substantial weight one more steady and pleasant reminder of her presence.

Once they’d gushed into each other with a few orgasms in that position, he hefted her up with a hearty grunt. He turned Daisy onto all fours and fit his sloppy cock up her ass. It vanished neatly between her cheeks and the husky nun moaned as it warmed up her tightly clinging asshole. She leaned forward but only so she could arch her back and grinding harder against him instead of being floored by the burly man behind her. She threw it back against his lap, her thick cheeks clapping into him as enticing padding to keep him recklessly pounding away at her holes.

When that one seemed as full of his cum as it was going to get, she repaid the anal favor with some of her own. She squatted behind the stud, eating out his ass while she stroked him off. It was a little spicier than he was used to, but her hands and tongue her thick and strong enough to keep him going hard. He ended up grunting hard as he fell back on Daisy, spilling his cum across her tits and belly as he pinned her back against the bed. She just kept licking between his ass and balls, letting him adjust his angle to fuck between her plump tits again.

They were winding down by the time they were propped up against the wall just to keep going. The soundproofed walls still thudded and shook as Pa lifted the big blonde up against the wall, his arms straining to hold that much woman as her legs wrapped around his waist to keep riding him. Their mutually grinding hips locked together as a fresh load of jizz shot inside her. Her strong thighs squeezed around his waist hard enough to make a few ribs pop as Daisy’s eyes scrunched up.

“Hottttt daymn! Almost there~!” Daisy panted.

She released her legs from Pa and set herself back on the ground. With a grunt of her own, she grabbed the back of his thighs and lifted him up, pinning him against the wall instead. She started slamming her hips into him, crushing his cock inside her until he was growling in savage pleasure. He let it all out, properly emptying his balls as he joined Daisy in a husky yell. Their thick bodies smashed together a few more times, knocking a few hung pictures off the walls.

“Ah shoot. Hope they don’t get mad about that,” Daisy panted, caked in sweat and cum after their wild evening.

“I always took it as a good sign when somethin’s bruised or broken. Just means you’re lovin’ ‘em hard enough.”

Daisy sighed as her boundless stamina seemed to finally burn low. She smacked Pa on the ass before letting him easy himself to the ground and slip back out of her.

“Well I’m sure you and the missus have plenty of that,” Daisy said with a happy smile.

Pa nodded. If the neighbors hadn’t heard their spicy dirty talk or barn-rattling banging, the fact that the farm had so many kids on it was testament enough to their lovelife.

“Yup. Much obliged for helpin’ me out in a dry spell. And for pickin’ up a few new moves to show Darlin’. It’ll be nice to bring in a few moves to surprise her with after all the uh… what’s that one thing you kids are up to these days? Tweakin’?”

Daisy looked at him blankly for a moment. For a man who fucked like a raging bull, she easily forgot just how much older her was than her.

“Y’mean twerkin’?”

“Yea, that’s the one! I owe her for gettin’ me into that. Thanks again, sister. Stop on by the farm sometime and we’ll have ya ta dinner.”

“That ain’t your way of baitin’ me into a threesome, is it?”

“I think it’s fair to leave that up to ya,” Pa muttered.

He caught Daisy’s eye with a wink before leaving the club with a new spring in his step.