Whenever she fingerfucked her dad's asshole, he asked her where she'd learned to do it. Cindy never answered his question, because she was afraid to tell him that the Martinson twins had taught her.
Jim had no idea that she was fucking and sucking the Martinson twins as often as she was fucking and sucking him. Both boys loved having their assholes fucked by her stiff middle fingers as she blew their smelly cocks, and Cindy could make them come instantly if she jabbed the right spot in their assholes. Unlike her dad, the boys didn't care how quick she made them come, because they could come again five minutes later.
Cindy jabbed her middle finger at the mass of swelling flesh in her dad's asshole, feeling it grow as big as a walnut and contract. She rammed her finger in and out, hammering the meaty swelling with her fingertip, munching her dad's cockhead and licking his cock. His cock flexed, quivered, and began to spurt. Slimy jism splashed against her tonsils.
"Ohhh, baby, drink it!"
Her dad cradled her head in his hands and forced his cock deeper into her throat, shooting his jism straight down her gullet. His cock shuddered with each ejaculation, sending vibrations of pleasure through Cindy's lips and head.
She sucked his cock dry, using her hand to milk the last jelly-like gobs of spunk out of his piss-tube. His cock flopped out of her mouth.
"You never get enough, do you?" her dad asked.
Cindy smiled up at him. "Uh-uh! I could eat your jism for breakfast, lunch and supper!"
The next morning, she woke up to find herself alone in bed. Wondering what was up, she bounded down the stairs, her tits flapping, her long blonde hair trailing behind her. In the kitchen, she found her dad beating over a bowl of steaming oatmeal. She giggled as he shot wads of creamy spunk into the bowl. He told her to sit down and he shoved the bowl in front of her.
"Eat," he said, and Cindy picked up her spoon.
The oatmeal had a spicy taste.
"Like it?"
"Not bad," Cindy said. "Can I have this every morning from now on? I'll milk the cow if you don't want to."
"Filthy little bitch!"
As Cindy munched on her jismed oatmeal, her dad crawled under the table, slid up between her legs, and started licking out her tangy crotch. He licked her pink, inner cuntlips clean, then plunged his tongue up her cunthole. Her toes curled against the kitchen floor. Before she'd finished eating, she was coming with her dad's tongue inside her. She squirmed on her chair, moaning and humping as her dad sucked juice from her pussy.
Cindy burped.
"Great breakfast," she said. "From now on you can do the cooking."
"I'll cook you, if you don't watch out." Her dad crawled out from under the table, his rigid cock in his hand, his tongue licking pussyjuice off his lips.
Cindy giggled as he picked her up out of her chair and laid her face-up on the breakfast table. He raised her legs, rested her heels against his shoulders, and moved up close so he could slide his cock into her.
Cindy's toes curled as his pulsating prick slid to the hilt up her cunt. She sighed, luxuriating in the sensation. As many times as she'd been fucked, she was always surprised at the sensation when a cock first entered her. It was like a big greased rattlesnake slipping into her and crawling around inside her. She loved it.
"Mmmm, Daddy, fuck me!" Cindy moaned.
She tossed her blond head slowly, enjoying the feel of her dad's hot cock fucking in and out of her. She played with her tits, rubbing and squeezing them, pinching her nipples. Her toes wiggled against her dad's cheeks, and he grabbed her feet, pressed them together, and stuffed her toes into his mouth.
"Oooooh, Daddy, suck my toes! It drives me crazy!"
Her dad's cock flexed inside her, quivering and pulsating as he rammed it repeatedly up her crotch. His cock always became very hard when he was sucking on parts of her body such as her nipples, pussy, or toes. She knew he was wild for her feet. Often, he'd drop down in front of her and crouch like a cat as he lapped at her dirty toes. Sometimes he'd press her feet around his cock and jack himself off with them. Sometimes he'd intentionally squirt jism on her feet, then lick the jism off as it trickled down her insteps and between her toes.
"Oooooh, Daddy, you're gonna make me come!" Cindy gasped. She squirmed on the table, churning her cunt on his cock, wiggling her hot toes in his mouth.
His spit ran down her feet. Her pussyjuice frothed out around his plunging cock and dripped down the edge of the table. He grunted, fucking faster, ramming his cock up her crotch so deep that his cockhead popped repeatedly into the mouth of her womb. His eyes rolled back and his body started to shudder.
"I'm coming, baby!"
"Me too." Cindy gasped. "Oh, Daddy!" As her dad's cum burst into her pussy, Cindy's pussy erupted with spasms.
"Ahhhh, baby!" Jim groaned, thrusting wildly with each explosion of cum.
"Daddyyyy!" Cindy's toes clutched, clawing at her dad's face. Her blonde head rolled from side to side. She was delirious.
After she'd stopped spasming and he'd stopped shooting, Jim kept fucking her, and Cindy nearly screamed from the intense sensations shooting through her cunt. He lay forward on top of her, grinding his chest on her tits, fucking his cock in her super-sensitive pussy. Her knees were pressed to her shoulders. She was being crushed. He laughed as she squirmed under him. He fucked her fast and hard, until she came again. Finally, he pulled out.
"Now it's your turn to make me some breakfast," Jim said.
"You already had your breakfast," Cindy said.
"I guess I'll have to fuck you again," her dad said.
"Okay, I'll make your breakfast!"
Cindy got up quickly, before her dad could get hold of her, and she scampered to the refrigerator.
Her dad laughed. "What's the matter, your old man too much for you?"
"Sometimes," Cindy said, breaking an egg into a bowl.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was a warm morning in July, and Cindy was out driving the pick-up. Her dad was out in the fields cutting hay, and he'd been in such a frenzy to get out in the fields that he hadn't even had time to fuck her. After two weeks of steady rain, the farmers were all in a panic to get their hay cut and baled before the clouds rolled in again.
Even though he hadn't fucked her, Cindy couldn't complain that her dad hadn't been fucking her enough. Over the two rainy weeks, that's about all he'd done – ride her naked young ass while the lightning and thunder cracked outside – and Cindy had gotten so addicted to having a hot cock inside her all the time that she was about to go nuts from not having her morning fuck. She'd jacked off three times, but jacking off didn't help much. She needed a cock to satisfy her.
She cruised past the Martinson farm a few times, blowing her horn in her attempt to attract Joel and Jeff, but nobody came out to greet her except a barking dog. She figured the twins must be out in the fields helping their dad make hay.
Cindy considered driving up to the house and knocking on the door, but she couldn't get up the nerve. Mrs. Martinson had made it clear to Cindy by her attitude the few times Cindy had ventured into the yard that she thought Cindy had become a cheap tramp who was out to corrupt her angelic twins. The old bitch didn't want Cindy around – that was clear.
On her last pass by the Martinson farm, Cindy gave the truck horn an extra-long blast and stuck her tongue out at the house. She was sure Mrs. Martinson was glaring put the window at her, muttering about Cindy's shameless style of dress and about what a cheap tramp Cindy had become since her dear mother had left.
Cindy couldn't believe how naive Mrs. Martinson was. Her angelic twins had been notorious all through school as having the biggest cocks around. The twins alone had fucked as many girls in school as all the other guys had together. And there were rumors that they'd even fucked some of the lady teachers on a regular basis, which was how they'd managed to pass certain courses without ever cracking a book.