Aching for their mutual pleasure, Cindy groaned and slithered her hot hand down to tease his heavy nuts with her fingers. It was an instinctive thing to do, meant to delight any male fortunate enough to be fucking her, his swollen prick so firmly up into her little cunt and her pussy walls sucking on his cock.
The blasting of Sam's cock could not have been resisted, any more than detonated dynamite can be resisted. Once the charging come started out of his balls and up his cock, it had to ejaculate. Cindy moaned and quivered with each expulsion of hot come in her frantic belly.
Sam felt the girl stiffen, jerk, shudder, and then go limp from their shared moment of ecstasy. Cindy lay gasping and writhing, a soft, furry piece of young cunt, a thoroughly fucked teen.
Reluctantly, Sam withdrew his spent, dripping cock from her steaming young pussy.
He was utterly captivated by the young girl. When the rampage subsided he lay beside her and held her in his arms, exploring every inch of her supple body with his hand. Cindy preened under his petting fingers, feeling pretty and lovable, comfy and cozy.
Then they talked – about Cindy and man cocks, about Cindy and her furry little cunt, and she learned that Sam's farm was only a mile away.
"Oh!" Cindy laughed. "You're that Mr. Dunne! The one with the new tractor. My uncle talks about you all the time. And, your wife is my aunt's friend!"
"And who are your aunt and uncle?" Sam queried, molding his hand to one of her firm young tits.
She told him and he laughed. "Then I guess we're neighbors!" He squeezed her delightful tit.
"For a week anyway," Cindy said, pressing her tit hard against his hand. "That's wonderful! We can have lots of fun while I'm here."
"Can we?"
"Of course!" Cindy giggled.
She stretched out to display her beautiful young body and cooed, "Do you like everything I have?"
In silent reply, Sam's eyes feasted on her as his big hand smoothed across both ripe tits, over her rib cage and belly, down to her thighs and pussy. His eyes returned to hers and he murmured, "will you do something for me?"
"Anything!" Cindy laughed.
Sam looked away from her wide, innocent blue eyes and muttered, "Well, it might seem a strange request from a man my age. Maybe a little kookie. But I've never been alone like this with such a pretty girl – I mean, a girl like you, so soft and warm and willing, and, well…" He broke off, reluctant to express a desire that a young girl might reject or ridicule or laugh at.
"Oh, please tell me," Cindy breathed, touching his cock tenderly. "What would you like? Do you want to see how I play with myself? Is that it? Or do you want me to get absolutely naked? What? Is it my ass you want? Is that it? You want to fuck a young girl's ass?"
"No, none of those things," Sam said as his prick stiffened in her hand.
"What, then?" Cindy urged. "Do you want me to suck, your cock?"
His throbbing prick made him less self-conscious, bolder, and he blurted, "I want you to walk with me through the woods."
Cindy's pretty mouth fell open. "Is that all?"
Sam chuckled. "Well, at first, yes. I can't explain it, but I've always wanted to walk through the woods with a lovely girl. I never got to as a boy. I wasn't very popular."
Cindy's heart went out to him. "Oh, you poor man! Of course I'll do it. I'll do anything for you. Would you like me to he naked?"
Sam avoided her eyes again and said, "Well, that's the kookie part. I'd like you to be fully covered, you're… pretty, with your sexy body covered by your clothes… as if I saw you on the street."
Cindy's eyes brightened. "Oh, I understand!" she emoted.
And she did. She got to her feet and smoothed her brief skirt down, then lowered her T-shirt and tugged at it till her ripe young tits pointed deliciously from it. Sam's eyes devoured her every curve.
"Come on," Cindy laughed, offering her hand. As they started out along the stream, she cooed, "And you look all you want."
Sam Dunne's repressed desire was released. He eyed Cindy's golden hair in the sunlight, watched her tits bounce when she ran, ogled the swing as she preceded him through the woods. Later, helping her over a fallen tree, he peeked between her lovely legs at her naked, furry cunt.
Alter a particularly steep climb, Cindy rested against a tree, panting, her thrusting young tits straining against her T-shirt, and Sam watched them hotly, freely and with obvious pleasure. "Linda often stops here and leans against this tree," he murmured.
Instantly, Cindy understood. "And what would you like to do to your daughter when she stands like this?" she cooed. Sam's cock threatened to bunt through his pants. Cindy whispered, "Make believe I'm your daughter."
That unleashed the man's lust and he suddenly pressed up against Cindy, kissed her soft welcoming mouth feverishly, and thrust his aching hard-on between her firm thighs and rubbed it against her crotch. His hands trembled over her lithe young body, one filling with her nimble as, the other attacking her tits.
Cindy moaned as the impassioned man pulled her to the pound. Her lovely legs went wide and she tore at his pants to grab his raging cock and force it into her hot wet pussy. Then, sighing happily, she fucked him to a fantastic, gut-searing orgasm and came wetly on his spearing, spitting cock.
Afterwards, as they lay stroking each other's sex organs, Cindy kissed him and asked, "When you take walks with your daughter, do you look at her like you looked at me and peek under her dress and steal feels of her ass?"
"Yes," Sam replied thickly.
"And does she wear sexy things and go without panties when she's with you?" Cindy pressed.
"Why all the questions?" Sam wanted to know.
"Just answer me. Does she?"
"Well, yes. Why?"
Cindy gave his prick a gentle, squeeze and said, "Listen to me. Your daughter wants you to fuck her."
"What? Linda? Never! You're mistaken! Why, Linda's only eighteen – a sweet, young…"
"Listen to me!" Cindy yelled, giving his cock a tighter squeeze to get his attention. "She wants to fuck as much as you do, only she's afraid. Not of you. She's afraid she'll like it. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. When I was fourteen, all I could think about was getting fucked – how nice it would be, how much I'd come and come and come. But I was afraid of strange men. If my dad had been home, I'm sure I'd have let him fuck me. Your daughter really wants you to fuck her. If you can see her pussy when you help her over racks and trees and if she stands at that tree with her tits heaving at you like mine were, take my word for it, she's horny for your fatherly cock and she's secretly hoping you'll rape her and help her get rid of her fears."
"Jesus!" Sam exclaimed, but his eyes revealed that he was now a believer.
"Adults don't know everything," Cindy said.
Sam studied her pretty face for a moment. "Are you sure about this?" he asked.
Cindy giggled and cooed, "I'm a girl, ain't I?"
"You sure are!" he said, and he rolled on top of her and fucked her again, viciously and anxiously.
In the days that passed, Cindy saw very little of Sam Dunne as a sex partner, but on several occasions she saw him from a distance, walking through the woods with his daughter. Once, out of curiosity, Cindy trailed them and came upon them in some underbrush. She could see only the lower portion of their bodies, but that was enough. Slim young female legs were up in the air in a wide V and big hairy male legs were thrashing on the ground. From Cindy's vantage point she could see the female cunt strangling the huge male cock, and the teen was jouncing up and down happily and gasping, "Ohh, Dad, fuck me, fuck me! DAD! I'm coming again! Ohhhhhmmmmm, Dad!"