"Damn it, girl, I gotta come!"
"Mmmm, so do I, Daddy. But the longer we hold off, the better it'll feel when we do." She tightened her asshole and nearly skinned his cock as she sank down.
Jim's eyes almost popped out.
She tortured him for five more minutes before she lost control. Jerking up and down, her tits banging Jim in the face, she started to gasp and writhe. Her loins erupted with spasms, and her exploding asshole sent electricity surging through Jim's cock. His head snapped back, his eyes rolled skyward, and he grunted with each explosive spurt up her ass. His cock felt like a shotgun going, off.
Cindy squirmed in his arms, her head snapping back again and again, her blonde hair dangling nearly to her ass. Jim gnawed on her tits, and her asshole nearly chewed his cock off. When they finally finished coming and Cindy slid off Jim's lap, they were both exhausted.
"How am I supposed to work now?" Jim asked. "I feel like I've been run over by a truck!"
"Come down on the grass and we'll sleep," Cindy said dreamily. She tugged on his hand.
He shrugged her off. "If I don't get this hay cut, girl, our cattle will starve this winter. Why don't you take the pick-up and go to town or something! Get away from this place for a while – let me get some work done!"
"I don't have a driver's license," Cindy said. "Hell, the chances of some cop checking you for a license are one in a million. You drive, as good as anybody else on the road. Go out and get some more practice and we'll take you in for your test next week."
Cindy gave him a mischievous grin and turned back toward the house. He watched her wiggle down the hill, and the gyrations of her ass sent tingles through his cock, which was as hard as a rock again. He was tempted to go after her. He imagined catching her, bending her over, plugging her, and fucking her ass until his jism shot up her asshole or cunt again.
He could fuck her till his balls fell off, if he wasn't careful, and the farm would go to hell in the process. He had to learn to control his lust – at least on occasion – and now was one of those occasions. With a sigh, he forced up his jeans and wedged his cock back into them.
"Girl!" Jim hollered. "Remember to put on some clothes when you go out driving."
"Do I have to?"
Jim Sutter shook his head, started up his tractor, and resumed cutting hay. He resisted the impulse to glance again at his naked, ass wiggling daughter.
Cindy steered the pick-up out onto the road and headed away from town rather than toward it. She figured that driving toward town would only increase her chances of running into a sheriff's deputy who would demand to see her license.
Driving didn't seem very hard. Cindy couldn't understand why her mother had made such a big fuss over her wanting to learn to drive. She was sure glad that her mother was gone and she didn't miss the woman the least little bit. In fact, she didn't care if she ever saw her mother again. All her mother had ever done was to forbid Cindy to do everything she'd ever really wanted to do.
Her hair blew in the clover-scented breeze. She was dressed in shorts, a blouse, and nothing else. She'd made the shorts by cuffing off a pair of jeans before she'd left the house. She didn't own any factory-made shorts because her mother had strictly forbidden her to wear such sinful clothing. She'd cut the jeans off too short, so they were hardly larger than a pair of panties. They did cover her ass, though, which was all that was necessary. She'd tied her blouse up under her tits to make a halter of it. She was wearing a sort of makeshift bikini, and she felt almost as naked as before she'd put any clothing on at all.
She sailed past the Martinson farm, the nearest neighboring farm to the west. She'd gone all through school with the Martinson twins, Joel and Jeff, who were her own age, but whom she'd never gotten to know. Her mother had strictly forbidden her to talk to boys anywhere except at church, and whenever the twins had stopped by the farm on their bikes, her mother had thrown a fit, ordering Cindy inside the house while she lectured the boys about getting their hair cut and putting on shoes.
Cindy was a mile past the Martinson farm and crossing the Prairie river when she spotted two bikes in the ditch near the bridge. She recognized the beat-up old bikes immediately, so she pulled the pick-up onto the shoulder beyond the bridge and climbed out.
The Prairie river was a twisting, meandering trout stream. Sunlight glistened off of the water below the bridge and made the sandy river bottom look like gold. A small, painted turtle poked its nose above the surface of the stream, then dove again and swam into the shadows. Cindy went over to the bikes and spotted two pairs of barefoot tracks leading away from the bikes and upstream.
Cindy followed the tracks upstream along the riverbank. The stream twisted this way and that. The boys had hiked upstream a long way, and Cindy was wondering how much farther she'd have to walk to find them when she rounded a bend and spotted them. She stepped back of sight immediately, watching them through the trees.
As usual, they were grubby, and they were dressed in nothing but old jeans. Manes of shaggy blond hair hung to their shoulders in back and nearly covered their eyes in front, making them look like sheepdogs. They were tanned so dark that Cindy wondered how much of their tan was real and how much was dirt. They were remarkably lean boys, with stomach muscles that looked hard.
Joel stood out on a sand bar, while Jeff sat cross-legged on the sandy bank. Each boy held a fishing pole in his left hand and a big, uncut cock in his right. As they slid their foreskins up and down, working them up over the flared edges of their glossy, purplish cockheads, both boys appeared to be daydreaming, gazing out over the water, their eyes on their fishing lines or on the ripples in the stream.
Cindy's heart pounded, and she began to breathe faster. She gave her pussy a squeeze and clamped her legs together. She licked her lips. Joel and Jeff had always turned her on – even though she'd refused to dwell on her excitement when she thought about them – and now she was fascinated and titillated by the scene in front of her. The two big cocks looked oversized on boys with such lean hips and skinny bellies. She loved the sight of their muscular hands stroking up and down, loved the dreamy looks on the boys' faces, and wondered what they were thinking about as they beat-off.
Jeff said something to his brother, and Joel nodded. Cindy couldn't quite make out what Jeff said, but she thought she heard the word tits.
Cindy gazed at the boys, expecting at any moment to see wads of jism spurting from their cocks. She wanted to watch the boys jerk-off, but at the same time, she didn't want them to waste their cum by shooting it on the sand or into the stream. She wondered if either of them had ever fucked a girl.
She didn't know what to do. She thought about jumping out at them and yelling surprise. She thought about walking dreamily up the beach and pretending not to see either of them until she stumbled over Jeff. She thought about stumbling out of the trees, her tongue hanging out, and going straight for their lube-dripping cocks.
Joel started to hump, his hand jerking faster, and Cindy knew that if she didn't do something quick, Joel would be blasting a big load out over the water. She retreated back down the beach and started to whistle.
Gathering her courage, Cindy began to march back up the beach. She wanted to give the boys the impression that she was just strolling along. As she rounded the bend where the boys came into sight, she found them both on their feet, their cocks tucked safely out of sight in their jeans, although the bulges under the thin denim were obvious.
"Hi," Cindy said. "I never expected to meet you guys out here fishing."
"What're you doing here?" Jeff asked. He frowned suspiciously.