Chapter 10
Cindy arrived home on a Friday after her parents had picked her up at the Fairfield Home. There were tears of sorrow when she left on Cindy's part, something that surprised her mother. But the surprises were only beginning. Mr. and Mrs. Farmer picked up a new daughter that day, a kind and considerate young girl with the best of manners. It was incredible.
The first thing Cindy did when she got home was do the dishes. Her mother looked at her husband and frowned deeply. How many times had she threatened her little girl with the worst of fates if she didn't help with the dishes. Now here she was, doing them willingly!
Afterwards, Cindy remodeled her bedroom. All the posters of bearded rock stars came down and were tossed into the trash. She cleaned out her dresser and her closet. In the living room, her startled parents listened to her humming a happy tune, working like a beaver to tidy up her room.
Cindy grew so busy in her room that her mother developed a guilty conscience. She put down the magazine she was reading and joined her little girl. "May I help you, darling?" she asked.
Cindy embraced her mother and kissed her cool cheek. "No, you can't," she said kindly. "You've done enough for me over the years. I can't believe how ungrateful I've been. Forgive me for that."
When Mrs. Farmer emerged from the bedroom, her husband gazed at her and studied her worried face for a moment. "What's the matter?" he wanted to know.
"This is unbelievable," the woman said. "She not only didn't want me to help her in there, she apologized for all the heartache she's caused me."
Mr. Farmer was duly impressed. "That Mrs. Fairfield works wonders," he said. "Cindy's been so kind and sweet. And, you know, she isn't putting it on. She's genuinely changed."
Mrs. Farmer smiled and said, "I guess we're going to have to adjust now-to a new daughter."
Cindy's new behavior was unmistakable. Even teachers noticed the drastic, dramatic transformation in the sweet teenager. Cindy became a model student and was elected class president.
Mr. and Mrs. Farmer received more surprises. Cindy started bringing boys and girls home for them to meet and approve of, something she'd never done before. She no longer hung out with whores and tramps and bitches. In fact, Mr. Farmer was genuinely concerned about Cindy's new friends. They all seemed so ordinary. The boys were shy and the girls were virginal, nothing like the thugs and sluts Cindy used to sneak out to meet.
To allay his concern, Mr. Farmer stopped into Cindy's bedroom one evening to have a fatherly talk with her. Cindy was on her bed, looking rather sexy in a tight little T-shirt and a too-short skirt. But her father averted his eyes from her obvious charms and spoke like a dad.
"Are you enjoying your new friends, sweetheart?" he asked. "Sure, Dad. Why?"
"I was just wondering. They seem mild compared to-"
"Don't be embarrassed," Cindy said, touching his arm gently. "I know what you mean. But these are good kids, Daddy. I don't want to get into any more trouble."
"That's good, Cindy," he replied. "But I am worried about you in a way. You don't seem to have as much activity as you used to."
"I'd rather keep to myself," she said simply.
"Are you sure? If I thought you weren't really content to live this way..."
Cindy curled her slender arms around his neck and kissed him softly on the mouth.
"Really, Daddy," she insisted. "I'm just fine."
"Well, all right, kitten," he relented. He got to his feet and walked to the door.
"Daddy?" Cindy said. "There is something you can do for me."
For a moment Mr. Farmer had misgivings. What was she going to ask for? A new coat? A car? Then he shook himself mentally. Of course she wasn't going to ask for things like that, not the new Cindy!
"What is it, darling?" he asked.
"I like keeping to myself," Cindy said. "I mean, I like coming home from school every day and staying in my room. But it does get lonely sometimes. If I had a companion..."
"What kind of a companion?"
"A dog," Cindy said.
Mr. Farmer breathed a sigh of relief. Hell, he could pick up a dog cheap at the pound! "Any particular breed, Cindy? I didn't know you liked dogs."
"I don't care what kind it is," she said. "It doesn't have to be expensive. In fact, I hope you won't spend too much on it. But I'd sure like to have one."
"Consider it done," her father said.
Two days later Cindy had her pet dog, a huge mongrel of mixed breed, but as affectionate as a cunt-hound. Cindy romped down the streets with the monstrosity and got to know him. She fed him regularly and took him for walks and watched him piss against trees and fire hydrants. She liked him after a while.
His very first night, she broke him in. "Okay, Bruno," she cooed, "now it's your turn to be nice to me. Come here, boy, I want to show you something."
Her parents left for church evening services a few minutes earlier so Cindy was free to proceed with her raunchy little plan. Tits aching and pussy tingling, she undressed and got on her bed naked. It took some time and effort, but she finally made the dumb animal understand that he was to leap up onto the bed when she called.
Once Bruno was on the bed with her, the rest was easier to perform. Cindy stretched out and spread-eagled herself. She cupped her firm, jutting tits and invited the big dog to lick them. Bruno did not understand at first but Cindy teased her pink nipples and kept talking sweetly to the beast, until finally he had sense enough to take a whiff of her tits.
"That-a-boy," she encouraged him. "Smell Cindy's tits. Aren't they pretty? Wouldn't you like to lick them? Come on, Bruno, lick Cindy's tits nice."
After a great deal of coaxing and pulling at the dog's head, Bruno finally let his big, thick tongue out of his mouth. He took a few laps at Cindy's lifting tits and the girl moaned.
As her dog licked her aching tits, Cindy finger-fucked her cunt-hole, getting it nice and wet for her new pet. Her fuck-urge erupted violently in her belly and, unexpectedly, she came on her drilling fingers. That was all right with Cindy. She needed a good come.
"Here," she panted, writhing her hot pussy around, "here, Bruno. Smell this."
The big dog immediately focused his nose on her cunt and to Cindy's supreme delight he started licking her clit and cunt-slit. "Ohhh," she moaned, humping her pussy at his thick tongue, "you smelled that fast enough! Ummm, dogs are all the same. Once they smell cunt, look out!"
She was right. Bruno moved his heavy body down between her outstretched legs and buried his wet snout in her hot crotch. He drilled his tongue up into her horny pussy and got her off a good one. Cindy went wild on the bed as her dog ate her pussy. She came and came and came. Mrs. Fairfield had indeed trained the girl to be responsive to a doggie-tongue.
But that wasn't all Cindy was responsive to. After she had a juicy come, she rolled on the bed and reached under her dog's body. Her naughty fingers found his thick, hairy cock-sheath and she played with it until his hard-on came slithering out. Then she grasped his cock and jerked it hotly to make it big and strong. The dog growled low and his rigid prick throbbed hotly in the horny girl's small hand.
"Ohhh, Bruno," Cindy whimpered, writhing her wet pussy around, "you have a nice cock!"
She pushed the awkward mutt down on his side and peered boldly at his big, pulsing prick.
She liked the looks of it. Licking her lips nervously, she dipped her head down. The tip of her tongue played over the cock-head of the doggie-dick. Bruno groaned and his hind legs kicked.
Cindy giggled sensuously and took the dog-cock into her sexy mouth. With a whimper and moan she started sucking her dog off with gusto. She whacked his prick and sucked it at the same time. Her small fist worked furiously up and down the length of his solid, throbbing prick as her mouth slid faster and faster on it. She took more and more of his stiff cock into her mouth until she had to let go of it with her hand. Then she pushed her hot mouth all the way down to his tightened nuts and sucked him off fiercely.
"Mm-mmm-mmmmm!" she moaned passionately. She sucked and licked his cock with increasing lust. It reminded her of Fairfield and she missed all those horny dogs that had raped her so thoroughly.
Even as she thought her sentimental thoughts, Bruno's enormous hard-on exploded in her mouth. Cindy gagged on the first huge blast of cock-cream. Then she gulped rapidly to keep up with the jerking, spitting cock. The dog whimpered as if she were hurting him as her mouth rode up and down on his gushing prick. Cindy sucked all the come up out of his aching nuts.
Afterwards, she let Bruno lick her pussy some more. She came five times before she heard her parents enter the house. Then she had Bruno understand that he was to sleep on the floor next to her bed. She rolled over and curled up and fell asleep.
An hour later, when her mother and father looked in on her, they smiled with pride. Cindy looked like an angel in her bed, sleeping peacefully. And Bruno was fast asleep on the floor.
"She's so sweet now," her mother whispered.
Mr. Farmer hugged his wife and said, "And she's happy with us, too. What a change."
Mrs. Farmer eased out of her husband's embrace and went to her own bedroom. Mr. Farmer paused for one more look at his pretty teenaged daughter. His eyes traveled to Cindy's jutting tits, like two pyramids in the sheet. He felt guilty and tore his eyes away.
In his own room he watched his wife remove her dress. He gazed at her big, plump tits stuffed in a stiff, white bra. He leaned over and kissed her cheek and touched one of his hands to her tits.
Mrs. Farmer drew away. "Don't," she whispered. "Remember that we just came from church." She went into the bathroom to finish undressing. Her husband dropped onto the bed and let out a long, weary sigh.
Later that night, much later, the man tiptoed into the bathroom and locked the door quietly. Then he got down on his hands and knees and tore up a corner of the bathroom carpet. From beneath it he lifted a dog-eared copy of a fuck-magazine. He sat on the toilet, flipped through the raunchy pictures, and jacked off into the water. Then he went back to bed to sleep.
Cindy fell in love with her pet dog. Slowly but surely she trained him to lick her tits on command. Then she got him to lap her cunt, and then her sweet little ass-hole. Day after day she worked with him, labored with him, trained him. Every chance she got, she got naked with him and made him lick her pussy. She finally got him to do a juicy sixty-nine with her. He ate her pussy while she sucked his cock to a fiery come. Cindy came like crazy.
A few weeks later she started training him to fuck her cunt. That took some doing, but remembering Mrs. Fairfield's teachings about patience, she eventually managed to get Bruno's big, thick cock up her cunt. Then she fucked him every chance she got.
Wednesday afternoons after school were the best times for them to fuck, she discovered. Her mother went to Bible studies and her dad was working. Cindy hurried home after school and stripped naked and got on all fours on her bedroom floor. Bruno jumped her and mounted her cute ass. Cindy reached between her thighs and grasped his big prick and guided it to her waiting pussy. Then the dog fucked the daylights out of her before he shot his load.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that the inevitable occurred. Cindy arrived home breathless. She had been particularly horny that day in school and she couldn't wait to get her dog's big cock up her pussy. But when she walked into the house, her father was home.
"I wasn't feeling too well today," he explained, "so I thought I'd stay home."
"Oh," Cindy said, and her heart dropped behind her thrusting young tits. "Well, I guess I'd better change."
She went into her bedroom and started undressing. But she forgot to shut the door. She was accustomed to being home alone at this time-alone with a horny Bruno.
Her father happened to glance up from the paper he was reading in the living room and he looked right into Cindy's room. His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open and his cock erected strongly in his pants. His gorgeous daughter was wearing only her bra and panties.
That's what made his prick throb so violently. Was that really a bra? Were they really panties? Only in the raunchiest advertisements and he ever seen such teeny-weeny, skimpy things! Cindy's bra was made up of two black, see-through triangles, one cupping each lovely tit. Her panties were sheer black, too, a triangle in back over the curves of her lovely ass and another in front covering but not hiding her bushy little cunt.
Mr. Farmer got to his feet without knowing it. He moved to Cindy's door without knowing it. He entered her bedroom without knowing it. And he grabbed his little girl and knocked her to the bed without knowing it. Gripped by an incredible lust, he raped her brutally. Kissing her hotly, tearing her little bra and panties away, he sucked her tits and licked her pussy and finally rammed her cunt with his enormous wet hard-on.
"Daddy!" Cindy shrieked as he fucked her hotly.
He thought that meant she hated this. But she had shrieked because his cock felt damned good in her hot cunt. Her outcry brought him out of his stupor of lust. He stared incredulously at what he was doing. But it was too late now to stop. His big prick exploded in his little girl's humping young cunt and he shot his fiery load of jism into her. Cindy creamed wildly on his marvelous cock.
"Cindy! Cindy!" the anguished man gasped. "Oh, my baby! Dear God, what have I done? Cindy!"
But his anguish was wasted. His large cock pumped big gushes of thick cock-cream into Cindy's squirming, fucking cunt and the big splashes of jism made her come wetly.
"It's all right, Daddy," she whimpered, stroking his back as she fucked her pussy harder on his spitting prick. "Don't worry about it. I understand. You couldn't help yourself."
Mr. Farmer jumped at the excuse. "Yes, yes," he rasped, still fucking her cunt hotly, "I couldn't help myself."
He couldn't help himself the next Wednesday either. Or the next and the next and the next! He started fucking Cindy once a week, then twice a week, then three times a week. In the middle of nights he would creep into her room where she would be waiting with her doggie-licked pussy and he would climb into her bed and fuck her for hours. Cindy loved this new development.
As a result, the Farmer family became one of the happiest on the block. Mrs. Farmer remained in the dark always. But Cindy was delighted with her dog, and Mr. Farmer was delighted with his horny little girl. He stopped hounding his wife for pussy because he got all he could handle from Cindy.
Mr. Farmer became so enamored of his sensual daughter that he bought her a car for her next birthday. Mrs. Farmer couldn't believe he went to such an expense for Cindy, but he did. After all, he reasoned, a man would do that for any sexy teenager who gave him as much cunt as Cindy was giving him.
Cindy was as happy as a girl could be. Bruno died of exhaustion, but her daddy bought her another pet, a German shepherd. Mr. Farmer knew nothing of her sex life with animals and Cindy saw no reason to let him in on it. She had learned a great deal at the Fairfield Home for Wayward Girls, especially about getting her rocks off without anyone becoming the wiser. Every time she fucked her pets, she thanked Mrs. Fairfield for her help.
When Cindy turned eighteen, she graduated high school with honors. The local paper wrote her up and had to mention that this beautiful teen who had dazzled the whole school had once been a problem child, a mist fit, a runaway girl involved with the once notorious Jetsons.
Reading the newspaper account brought memories back to Cindy. The Jetsons and the Jet-Savers were still serving time in prisons for their life-style. Cindy had a lot to be grateful for. She mentally thanked Regina Fairfield for her new way of life. No one in the world would think that the lovely blonde teenager in the newspaper picture fucked her ass off for dogs and her father! Cindy smiled to herself with satisfaction. What a way to go!
Mrs. Farmer talked with Cindy one day about attending college. The woman wanted her daughter to become a teacher.
"No, I don't think so, Mother," Cindy said.
Her mother was shocked. "What do you mean? You can at least think about it!"
"Leave her be," Mr. Farmer said. "I think Cindy knows what's good for her."
"Thank you, Daddy," Cindy said with a sweet smile.
Her mother started in again and Mr. Farmer got to his feet. "Want to take a little ride, kitten?" he asked.
Cindy was more than ready for that. She and her father had a nifty little game worked out that they played often. As he drove across town, Cindy curled up and took his cock out of his pants. She pulled the stiff hunk of meat into her mouth and sucked him off until they reached the private little place they'd discovered for picnics and hot sex. Under a big oak tree she gave her daddy her hot ass-hole for the first time. He fucked her brutally and thrillingly.
After he shot his wad into her churning ass, he gasped, "What made you give me that?"
"I'm going away, daddy," she announced.
Mr. Farmer's mouth fell open. "Away? But-where?"
"To Mrs Fairfield's home," Cindy said. "Mother wants me to teach. Well, I want to, too, but not the way she means. I want to help young girls like I was. I'm old enough to be on Mrs. Fairfield's staff now. I can be a matron there."
"Why, that's marvelous, Cindy!" her father beamed with pride. "What an ambition! To help suffering girls! I'm proud of you, darling!"
To prove it, he stuffed his thick cock up into her cunt and fucked her royally. As she came wildly on his spitting prick, Cindy rasped, "Will you drive me there, Daddy?"
"Of course, darling," he said, pumping his load into her heaving young belly.
"I'll be taking Prince and Princess with me," she murmured hotly as she bathed in the afterglow of the supreme fucking. These were her latest pets, two Doberman's, one female for sucking her cunt, the other male for fucking her when her pussy was horny.
A week later Mr. Farmer drove all the way into the country as he had done once before with his daughter. Only this time she was not an incorrigible bitch. Now Cindy was a tall, willowy eighteen-year-old with sensitive tits, a cocksucking mouth, a horny pussy, and an ass-hole that could fuck any sized prick she desired. And she was ready to train troubled teenagers.
Her father dropped her off at the big iron gates. They kissed goodbye and he promised to visit her every week. Cindy liked that and she gave his hard-on a gentle squeeze.
When Regina Fairfield saw Cindy she burst into tears. They embraced hotly and rushed to the woman's quarters where they got naked and fucked around with horny dogs until they were ripe. Then they took turns fucking one another with Mrs. Fairfield's new dildo, a rubber job with veins and nuts that could be filled with warm water and honey. Cindy went wild when she discovered that by squeezing the toy nuts, the cock shot big streams of sticky goo.
After their private little orgy, Mrs. Fairfield asked Cindy what she was doing there. Cindy burst into laughter. "Don't you know?" she exclaimed.
"Oh! Don't tell me!" the woman cried. "Is it so? Are you, Cindy?"
"You should have known I'd come back to work here," Cindy giggled. "Aren't I the type?"
"Oh, you are, you horny little minx. I'll put you to work immediately."
Cindy thoroughly enjoyed her new work and her new life. She looked scrumptious in her uniform. Her tits were so pointed in the starched white shirt and her cute ass wiggled delightfully in the little black skirt. She made a perfect matron.
She worked best with younger girls. She liked their cute cunts, they were so fucking juicy-especially when licked by big doggie-tongues! She was over-joyed with her work and under her care dozens of bitches became orgasmic, happy little girls. Regina Fairfield complimented her many times and even presented her with a huge dildo of her own.
Cindy fared well at Fairfield for many years. She fucked every dog on the premises in-the process. Ten years later, at the beautiful age of twenty-eight, Regina Fairfield died and left the home to Cindy. In her new status as owner and manager of the home, Cindy reverted to her real name, instead of her nick-name, Cindy. Thus Priscilla Farmer became the head mistress at the Farmer Home for Wayward Girls-and she was a fucking success!