Frank Brown: The farmer_s wild daughter

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.