Frank Brown

The farmer_s wild daughter

CHAPTER ONE

The first thing Cindy did after her parents disappeared down the long driveway in the pickup truck was to kick off her shoes and head off across the back pasture for a walk. The dust of the pick-up hadn't yet settled, and she could hear the truck turning out of the driveway onto the road far below in the valley.

The realization that she might never see her mother again, and the realization that from now on it would be just her and her dad and the farm animals living alone here at Walnut Grove Farm, saddened her in one way, but thrilled her in another. It might get a little lonely around the place without her mother, but it would be a lot more relaxed.

Cindy wiggled her toes in the grass. It was mid-morning and sunny, but the pasture grass was still slightly damp with dew, and had a warm, sensual feel to it. Cindy rubbed her soles on the grass, enjoying the massaging sensations. Going barefoot was one of the pleasures of life, but one that her mother had strictly forbidden her. In fact, it seemed that anything that felt good at all, her mother had strictly forbidden.

Go to church, read your Bible, go to school, do your chores, lights out at eight o'clock, no bare feet, no long hair, no make-up, and no boyfriends – all were on her mother's list of commandments. If Cindy so much as glanced at a boy in church, her hawk-eyed mother would pinch her, leaving pinch marks on her arm or thigh that would sometimes last a week.

Cindy clenched her teeth. In a way, she hated her mother. Even though she kept telling herself she loved her mother as she was supposed to, Cindy knew that she also hated the woman.

But I'm free of her now, she thought. I might never see her again. And Cindy suddenly felt so giddy and free that she had to pee.

She looked back at the house a few hundred yards below in the grove of walnut trees, and she asked herself why she should walk all the way back to the house just to use the bathroom.

Her dad pissed outdoors. More than once she'd spotted him pissing behind the barn or out in the fields, and of course she'd turned away quickly, before she saw too much.

Her mother would be leaving from town on the noon bus and would not be returning to the farm. Her dad wouldn't get back until after noon. For a few hours, and for the first time in her life, she had the farm all to herself. She was all alone. She could take off all her clothes and rim around naked if she wanted to.

Cindy pulled off her pink blouse and pushed down her jeans. She unfastened her bra and let it drop. Her tits jiggled in the open air, her nipples licked by the sunshine. Her loins throbbed as she peeled off her panties and stood naked at last. She squatted where she stood, held her pussylips apart, and pissed on the grass.

She felt like an animal, like a cow or a horse or a dog. The smell of her piss made her nostrils flare. It had a sweet aroma, like that of fresh cut hay. The hissing of her piss between her pussylips made the blonde-furred slabs of girl meat tingle. Cindy squeezed out the last of her piss and straightened up. A few drops of piss dribbled down the insides of her thighs, but she didn't bother to wipe them off.

She looked toward the house, feeling embarrassed and guilty. Although she knew her mother was gone, it was as if she could sense her mother's eyes on her, watching her from the kitchen window. She half expected to see the woman bolt out the back door screeching in horror and disgust at what she had just witnessed.

Leaving her clothes where she'd dropped them, Cindy continued hiking up the hill. After a few steps, she started to skip and hum. Her tits bounced and jiggled like balloons filled with water. She'd never realized just how big and heavy and bouncy her tits were.

She'd never realized how well-developed a girl she was. She had bigger tits than her mother. She had bigger bones and rounder, more voluptuous hips. Her pussylips puffed up tighter as she skipped, shimmying against each other. Hot, slick juices oozed out of her crotch and oiled the inner lips, allowing them to slide against each other as if they'd been buttered. A steamy, musky, girlish aroma rose in the morning air.

It felt good to be naked. It felt good to be free. Cindy couldn't help groping her crotch and giving it a squeeze. Itchy sensations pulsed through her cunt, through her loins, and through her asshole. Her nipples and toes tingled. When she pulled her hand away, it was wet with spit-like juices. She ran up the hill, her heart slamming, her tits flapping up and down. She'd never in her life felt so uninhibited, so crazy.

She reached the ridge of the hill and started down the other side. In the distance, all she saw were other rolling hills. She was out of sight of any roads or buildings. Down below, she spotted some horses, and she immediately decided to go bareback riding, something her mother had never allowed.

She was halfway down the hill when the sound of barking startled her. Out of the woods to her left two dogs came bounding. The female collie, Lassie, belonged to Cindy. Cindy had wondered where the bitch had disappeared to all morning. Pursuing the collie was a large male German shepherd. As the collie slowed, her tail up in the air, the shepherd mounted her, his red cock gleaming in the sunshine for a few seconds before he slipped it up the collie's cunt.

The coupled dogs panted, their tongues hanging out. The stud fucked rapidly, letting out growls of pleasure. The bitch appeared to wiggle her furry ass to further excite the stud's fucking motions. A shudder went through the stud's flanks. He put his snout up in the air and his eyes appeared to glaze over. More shudders quivered the stud's flanks, and he whimpered. A few seconds later, he dismounted, Cindy could see fluid dripping from the tip of his cock. He sniffed Lassie's ass, and she bounded away.

The shepherd pursued the bitch and caught her before she reached the woods. He got on her again and humped. He shot-off, dismounted, and followed the bitch into the woods, likely to fuck her again.

Cindy was panting. It was the first time she'd ever dared watch closely as two animals fucked. The sight excited her. Pussycream oozed from between her throbbing cuntlips and dribbled down the insides of her thighs. She slipped a finger between the swollen lips and rubbed at the slick, burning meat of her crotch. Her clit pressed against her sliding finger, and Cindy shivered. Thrills shot through her cunt and ran up and down her spine. She forced herself to stop.

It wasn't that Cindy had never jerked off. She jerked off at least once every few weeks – when she feared she'd lose her mind with frustration if she didn't relieve herself. But she'd never jerked off without days of denial first, without days of fighting the filthy urge, and after she'd lost control and had done it, she struggled with guilt for days afterward. Her mother had taught her that there were parts of her body that a girl did not touch.

Cindy's heart thudded faster and she breathed harder, her eyes on the fucking dogs, her arms around the stallion's neck, her loins humping as she worked her burning pussy against the stallion's spine. Pussycream pooled on the stallion's black fur and Cindy rubbed her cunt in it. Her legs tightened fiercely around the stallion, her toes clutching at his black flanks. She rubbed her nude young body against him, moaning as the fuck pleasure mounted in her loins.

"Ooooh, I want it!" she moaned. "I want it!"

The sun caressed her naked back and ass. The breeze licked her sweat-moist asscrack. She felt tingles in her twitching, pink asshole. She felt like pissing again. She felt like grinding her pussy raw against the horse. The smells of hay and horse manure increased her excitement. She felt earthy and dirty and bestial. She was just like one of those dogs. For a moment, she imagined herself on all fours with the German shepherd mounted on her ass, his stiff cock jabbing between her cuntlips, but the image was too filthy to dwell upon. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feelings building in her loins.

With her eyes closed, she imagined the cock of the stallion she was riding. She wondered what it smelled like. She wondered how it felt to the touch. Although the filthy thoughts excited more intense feelings in her pussy, her conscience got the better of her, and she forced the thoughts away.

Just think about the feelings, she told herself. Oh, the feelings! Feels so good!

Grinding her pussy against the back of the stallion, leaking trickles of pussyjuice down his black fur, she clung to his neck and, rode him. He moved faster, bouncing her, sending shock waves of sensation through her loins. It wasn't the first time she'd, rubbed herself off while riding a horse, but it was the first time she'd done it riding bareback, the first time she'd done it without any clothes on. She imagined her mother standing at the crest of the hill and looking down at her, watching her every scandalous gyration, listening to her every gasp of girl jib pleasure.

The stallion snorted. Tossed his head. Cindy clung to him for her life, grinding her tits against him, grinding her cunt against him. Her cunt sizzled, turning to a blast furnace inside. In her excitement, her asshole opened momentarily, allowing the breeze to lick the edges of her pucker. Cindy felt the wicked urge to reach beck and wiggle a finger up into her asshole.

She'd never in her life experienced such wicked, perverted desires. She humped the stallion's back in a frenzy, the fuck sensations whirling in her loins, steaming through her legs, pounding through her asshole and tits. She'd leaked so much cunt juice that the stallion's back was slicker than a greased pig between her lop.

The stallion tossed his head again, and reared up as if trying to throw her off. She glimpsed the coupled dogs, saw the quivering flanks of the stud as he pumped his jism up the bitch's burning cunthole. She slammed her cunt against the stallion's spine and exploded with pleasure.

"Ohhhh, yesssss!" she whined, bucking uncontrollably, panting fiercely, her toes clutching, her eyes rolling, the explosions going off in her pussy again and again. "I feel it! Huh, huh, ohhhh!"

The stallion pawed the ground and tossed his head as Cindy spasmed against his back. If she hadn't had a vise-like grip on him with her arms and legs, he would have thrown her off. She clung to him, humping his back until she'd squeezed out every twinge of hot pleasure.

Finally, she slid off him, getting her tits and belly wet in the process with the fuck juices she'd leaked on his fur. She had never in her life leaked so much pussyjuice while rubbing off.

Her cunt was sopping wet. Pussyjuice trickled down her legs. Black horsehair stuck to the pussycream that, had rubbed off on her tits and belly.

Once over the crest of the hill, she ran, her tits flapping like water balloons. Halfway down the hill, she retrieved her clothes and quickly put them on. She continued running until she'd reached the house. She needed to take a bath and wash the evidence of sin off her body.

CHAPTER TWO

Cindy stepped out of the bathtub and patted herself dry with a thick, fluffy towel. She'd let her hair down, and it hung straight, well past her shoulders. Since she'd kept her hair pinned up in recent months, never letting it down when her mother could see it, her mother never realized just how long it had grown lately. It was blonde and lustrous, satiny. Her mother would have been furious to see it so long, would have called it a vain and sinful display.

Cindy spread a thin layer of baby oil all over her body, giving her smooth skin a sheen and a sweet scent. Her pussy was still pulsating pleasantly from her jerk-off, but she tried not to dwell on the sensations for fear she'd be tempted to jerk-off again. She couldn't let masturbation become a habit.

The house was quieter than it had ever been, and Cindy realized that she'd never been alone in the house for any length of time without her mother being somewhere nearby to watch her every move and to give her orders. Her mother's constant presence in the house had been like a noise, and now that noise was gone.

Cindy pulled on panties, jeans, and a clean white blouse. She didn't bother to put on a bra or shoes. It was wicked not to wear a bra, but not terribly wicked. The freedom she felt exhilarated her.

She took a novel she'd been secretly reading out into the sunshine with her and relaxed on the porch swing. It was delightful to be able to read without her mother's interference. Her mother disapproved of her reading any books but the Bible, religious books, and her school textbooks, and she'd have burned the novel if she'd ever discovered Cindy with it.

Cindy became so engrossed in her book that she didn't hear the car until it had pulled up alongside the house. She dropped her book and watched a man climb out and head for the porch, wiping his brow with a handkerchief.

"Morning," he said. "A touch warm, ain't it?"

He wore a sport shirt and carried a large suitcase.

"My parents aren't home," Cindy said.

"Well then, that makes you the lady of the house, don't it, young lady? And I'm here to talk to the lady of the house." He climbed up onto the porch.

Cindy didn't know whether to slip into the house and slam the door, which is what her mother had always done when confronted by traveling salesmen – unless they were Bible salesmen – or to simply tell the man that she wasn't interested, and that he should leave. She thought of something even better.

"I don't have any money," she said. "I can't buy anything."

"I can come back later and make a delivery when you have some money," the man said. "But as long as I'm here now, we can fit you with a new pair of shoes right now. How does that sound?"

"Well…"

"I knew the second I drove up that you'd be in need of new shoes. My, look at those pretty young feet, all bare and in need of new shoes." He dropped the suitcase on the porch in front of Cindy and knelt at her feet. He opened the suitcase, which was stuffed with women's shoes in various colors.

"I really don't need…"

"Here's a pair oughta fit you." He grabbed Cindy's left foot and jammed a blue shoe onto it. He jammed one onto her other foot. "Ain't that pretty? Shows off your toes real nice, don't it? Get up now and see how they feel."

Cindy didn't know what to do. She stood up and clopped around the porch in the shoes.

"Too tight," she said. "Look, I really don't…"

"Sit right down here and we'll fit you with another pair."

With a sigh of resignation, Cindy plopped her ass back down on the porch swing and let the salesman fit her with another pair of shoes. Ironically now, she wished her mother were there to handle the situation.

"Where's your folks?" salesman shoved a larger, red pair of high heels onto her feet. "Gone to town," Cindy said.

"Expect 'em back soon?"

"Not for hours, and I don't think they'll have any money when they get back, either."

"Hmm. Ain't them shoes gorgeous, honey? I got a daughter about your age, a pretty girl just like you, and she owns a pair just like 'em."

"They're still too tight," Cindy said. "Look, I really…"

"Oh, I hope I ain't hurt your pretty feet forcing 'em into tight shoes." He pulled the shoes off and started rubbing her toes.

Cindy giggled nervously. "Don't!"

She tried to pull her feet away.

The salesman held on. He took a firmer hold on her feet, his fingers and thumbs digging in as he massaged.

"Just relax. I'm a man who knows about girls' feet. I'm an expert of sorts. Yes sir, a real expert on pleasing a lady's feet. You got pretty feet, girl. Yes sir, real pretty."

Cindy couldn't deny that the massage felt good, but she couldn't relax in the presence of this strange salesman. His face was all red, sweat beaded on his forehead, and he was breathing louder and faster by the second.

"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.