"You're a real pretty farm-girl," he said. "Ain't seen a farm-girl pretty as you in a long time."
He leaned forward suddenly and kissed her feet. Before Cindy could pull back, he was sucking her toes.
Cindy started to gasp and pant, partially with panic, partially with excitement. The man's hot tongue slithered between her toes. His fat lips smacked. Itchy, sexy sensations shot through her feet and toes. Her cunt started to throb. Her tits swelled in her blouse, her nipples pressing against the white cotton fabric.
"I have to go inside," she said. "I really have to go! I have chores to do!"
"Relax," the man said.
He licked her feet all over and rubbed her spit wet toes on his chubby, stubbly cheeks. He lapped at her soles, licked between her toes, and sucked her toes like a calf.
"Gorgeous farm-girl feet," he muttered. "Oh man!"
Cindy squirmed on the porch swing, not knowing what to do, hardly able to think. The sensations caused by the man's foot-licking and toe-sucking made her want to shove her hand down in her jeans and stick a finger up her pussy and jerk-off.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned. "Ohhhh!"
The man dropped her feet. He pushed his head between her legs, pressed his mouth to the crotch of her jeans, and started sucking.
Cindy's eyes rolled from the sensation. "Don't! Oh God!"
The man forced her legs wider apart and gnawed at her cunt through her jeans. Cindy quivered, too weak to push his head away, too weak to even think of fighting him.
The man slid up higher and sucked her nipples through her blouse. Cindy squeezed him between her legs. Her cunt nearly spasmed with each suck of his lips at her tits. He moved up and kissed her, sliding his fat tongue into her mouth. Cindy moaned, helpless, her young body a squirming, throbbing mass of heat and sensation. Mechanically, she sucked his tongue.
He pulled off her blouse, pulled down her jeans, and peeled off her panties. Cindy giggled, dizzy and out of her mind. She'd never felt so naked.
"Candy crotch," the man muttered. He shoved her legs wide apart and buried his balding head between her thighs. He spread her cuntlips with his thumbs and licked the pink, wet pussymeat between them.
Cindy's toes curled. She tossed her blonde head from side to side, humping her pussy at the man's licking, sucking mouth.
"Yes!" she moaned. "Yes!"
The man growled like a dog. His nose and lips were buried between her swollen cuntlips. His tongue wiggled in her pussyhole, buried inside her, licking out the fluffy folds and tasty crevices of her virgin pussy.
Cindy draped her legs over his shoulders, digging her toes into his back, squeezing his fat head between her thighs. His cunt-sucking sent fuck sensations pulsing throughout her body. She grabbed her tits and massaged them, rubbing and pinching her nipples. It all felt so good she wanted to scream.
"Honey-bitch," the man mumbled, his mouth full of cunt. "Sweet, young pussy!"
He slurped up the cuntjuices bubbling out of her, nibbled on her clit, and sucked on the sizzling meat of her inner cuntlips.
"Mmm, mmmmm!"
Cindy noticed that his right arm was jerking as he twisted his head between her thighs. Through the spaces between the slats of the swing seat, she could see his hand jerking up and down on his big, glassy-headed cock, which stuck out of the fly of his pants.
Fluid bubbled from the gaping pinhole of his cock and dribbled down over his knuckles. Some of the fluid seeped under his foreskin, and as his foreskin slid up and down around the edge of his swollen cock-knob, it made squishy noises. Cindy could smell a musky aroma rising from his cock, and the smell excited her is much as the sight of his cock did.
"Oooooh!" she squealed, grinding her cunt in his mouth, fucking herself on his probing, twisting tongue. The fuck tension in her loins mounted. The sensations shooting through her cunt reached a maddening pitch. She squealed again as her pussy exploded with spasms.
The salesman growled, sucking the cuntjuices out of her, munching and sucking and licking her contracting pussy. His nose rubbed her clit. His tongue darted into her steaming fuckhole again and again.
As Cindy spumed with ecstasy, feeding him her sweet female juices, the salesman jerked his cock to an ecstasy of it's own. He grunted, his body shuddered, and his hot jism shot against the underside of the swing, some of it splashing against Cindy's legs and ass through the spaces between the slats.
Cindy watched the cum spurting from the man's bucking cock, and the sight of him shooting his jism increased her excitement and intensified the sensations racking her pussy. She caught some of the hot, sticky jism with her fingers and rubbed it on her nipples. She tightened her leg lock on the man's head and ground her cunt in his mouth.
Cindy's legs finally relaxed and fell away from the man's head. He was breathing hard, as if having a heart attack. Shakily, he sat back. Cindy's pussycream clung to his lips and chin, some of her blonde pussy hair stuck to it.
After a few moments, the man blinked his eyes and looked quickly behind himself. He seemed nervous, like a man who'd just awakened from a trance and had discovered that he'd murdered somebody in a fit of temporary insanity. He glanced at his watch.
"Gotta be going," he said. "Late? Way behind schedule! Way behind schedule!" He stuffed the shoes back in his suitcase, forced the suitcase shut, and stood up. His cock, dripping with cum, dangled from his open fly, and he stuffed it back in his pants as hastily as he'd stuffed the shoes into the suitcase? He lugged the suitcase to his car, wiping Cindy's cuntjuice off his mouth on the way. Without a word to Cindy, he started his car, spun his tires as he backed up and turned around, then tore off, leaving a cloud of dust behind.
Cindy got down off the porch swing and inspected the pool of the man's cum under it. She dipped her fingers in the cum, then raised her hand to her nose and sniffed. The potent aroma made her blink. She couldn't resist tasting the sticky fluid. She found it salty and bittersweet. She couldn't say she was crazy about the taste, and yet, she found her mouth watering for more.
Crouching like a cat, her naked ass up in the air and licked by the sunshine, she lapped up the pool of freshly shot cum. She licked the cum off the swing, too. She smacked her lips and wiped her mouth. As she started to dress, she realized that the salesman had run off with her panties.
CHAPTER THREE
When Jim Sutter arrived home after seeing his ex-wife off on a bus, he was ready to sell the farm, move into town, and take a job in a factory. He feared that things would be unbearable round the farm without his ex-wife around. She may have been a nagging bitch, but she'd been a damned good cook, and at least she made noise around the place and kept things from getting boring.
Cindy couldn't cook, because her mother had never allowed her in the kitchen, and he and Cindy were so shy around each other that Jim feared they wouldn't exchange more than two words a day. Sure, things were going to be a lot freer around the place without her keeping a constant watch and without her constant bitching and dragging everybody to church three times a week, but things were going to be mighty dead too, and Jim wondered if he'd be able to tolerate that deadness.
At least in town there'd be other people close by to keep them both from dying of non-communication and boredom, he thought as he drove up the long, winding driveway toward the house and other farm buildings. Maybe it was time to sell the place and give up farming for good. He'd been complaining for years that farming was all work and no pay.
He parked the truck and found Cindy asleep on the porch swing, an open book lying beside her. Hoping not to disturb her, he tiptoed up the porch steps.
There was something different about her today, he thought as he looked down at her. She was more rosy-cheeked and more healthy looking or something. Maybe he just hadn't taken a close look at her in a long time, but she looked like a different girl.