"Leave her be," Mr. Farmer said. "I think Cindy knows what's good for her."
"Thank you, Daddy," Cindy said with a sweet smile.
Her mother started in again and Mr. Farmer got to his feet. "Want to take a little ride, kitten?" he asked.
Cindy was more than ready for that. She and her father had a nifty little game worked out that they played often. As he drove across town, Cindy curled up and took his cock out of his pants. She pulled the stiff hunk of meat into her mouth and sucked him off until they reached the private little place they'd discovered for picnics and hot sex. Under a big oak tree she gave her daddy her hot asshole for the first time. He fucked her brutally and thrillingly.
After he shot his wad into her churning ass, he gasped, "What made you give me that?"
"I'm going away, Daddy," she announced. Mr. Farmer's mouth fell open. "Away? But – where?"
"To Mrs. Fairfield's home," Cindy said. "Mother wants me to teach. Well, I want to, too, but not the way she means. I want to help young girls like I was. I'm old enough to be on Mrs. Fairfield's staff now. I can be a matron there."
"Why, that's marvelous, Cindy!" her father beamed with pride. "What an ambition! To help suffering girls! I'm proud of you, darling!"
To prove it, he stuffed his thick cock up into her cunt and fucked her royally. As she came wildly on his spitting prick, Cindy rasped, "Will you drive me there, Daddy?"
"Of course, darling," he said, pumping his load into her heaving young belly.
A week later Mr. Farmer drove all the way into the country as he had done once before with his daughter. Only this time she was not an incorrigible bitch. Now Cindy was a tall, willowy eighteen-year-old with sensitive tits, a cocksucking mouth, a horny pussy, and an asshole that could fuck any sized prick she desired. And she was ready to train troubled teenagers.
Her father dropped her off at the big iron gates. They kissed goodbye and he promised to visit her every week. Cindy liked that and she gave his hard-on a gentle squeeze.
When Regina Fairfield saw Cindy she burst into tears. They embraced hotly and rushed to the woman's quarters where they got naked and fucked around. They took turns fucking one another with Mrs. Fairfield's new dildo, a rubber job with veins and nuts that could be filled with warm water and honey. Cindy went wild when she discovered that by squeezing the toy nuts, the cock shot big streams of sticky goo.
After their private little orgy, Mrs. Fairfield asked Cindy what she was doing there. Cindy burst into laughter. "Don't you know?" she exclaimed.
"Oh! Don't tell me!" the woman cried. "Is it so? Are you, Cindy?"
"You should have known I'd come back to work here," Cindy giggled. "Aren't I the type?"
"Oh, you are, you horny little minx. I'll put you to work immediately."
Cindy thoroughly enjoyed her new work and her new life. She looked scrumptious in her uniform. Her tits were so pointed in the starched white shirt and her cute ass wiggled delightfully in the little black skin. She made a perfect matron.
She worked best with younger girls. She liked their cute cunts, they were so fucking juicy. She was overjoyed with her work and under her care dozens of bitches became orgasmic, happy little girls. Regina Fairfield complimented her many times and even presented her with a huge dildo of her own.
Cindy fared well at Fairfield for many years. Ten years later, at the beautiful age of twenty-eight, Regina Fairfield died and left the home to Cindy. In her new status as owner and manager of the home, Cindy reverted to her real name, instead of her nick-name, Cindy. Thus Priscilla Farmer became the head mistress at the Farmer Home for Wayward Girls – and she was a fucking success!