Chapter 9

Cindy was nervous on the afternoon her parents picked her up. The girl gave them both a big hug and kiss, her luggage was put in the trunk, and their car pulled through the wrought-iron gates and started down the mountain, leaving Steinway Academy behind.

Cindy stared out the window until they rounded a curve and the girl lost sight of the academy.

“So,” Cindy’s mother said, “how was your month?”

“Oh,” Cindy said absently as she curled a strand of hair around a finger, “it was fine.”

“Just fine?” her father asked.

Cindy smiled. The teen knew the less she said, the better. It wouldn’t be hard for her to make up boring stories about nature hikes and basket-weaving when her real memories were so much more interesting.

“Yeah, fine. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

Her parents looked at each other. Cindy knew that they’d talked to Mrs. Grotten in the headmistress’ office for a few minutes before Cindy was called down from her dorm, but the girl knew the Grotten had kept up a proper front. There was no way her folks could have any idea of the wet and wild month she had just experienced, and Cindy knew she had to keep it that way.

“Well,” her father said, “you kept your half of the deal, so we’ll keep ours. Come next birthday, we’ll make the rounds of the car dealerships, and you’ll get your pick.”

“Great,” Cindy said blandly. It wasn’t that the shapely youngster had suddenly lost interest in a new sports car, but her birthday was almost a whole year away, and Cindy had more immediate concerns. Such as her demanding, whorish little cunt, which was now getting wet again.

Slowly, the teen reached down between her legs and softly rubbed her horny pussy. As a finger traced between her pouty cunt-lips, Cindy squirmed on the seat and gazed out the window.

Cindy was getting herself turned on. She forced her hand away from her cunt-crack and leaned back on the seat, knowing that readjusting to life with her parents, life as a good girl, was going to be as tough as she’d imagined.

They were home three hours later.

Cindy unpacked her belongings, forced herself to sit through lunch with her parents, then told them that she was going out for a walk.

Dressed in a pair of skintight faded jeans without undies beneath them and a white tank top that showed off her fine tits to their best advantage, the girl hit the streets, totally in the thrall of her wet demanding cock-hole.

Cindy hadn’t decided how she was going to deal with her parents, and until she came up with an idea, she decided that it was best to confine her new activities to strangers. There would be less chance of getting caught that way.

Cindy walked three blocks from her home, then cut through an open field and came up on the side of the interstate highway. Cocking her hip to one side, the teen lifted her thumb and stretched a sexy smile across her face.

A black pick-up stopped to give her a ride before she had been standing there five minutes.

Cindy raced to the truck, saw that the driver was a good looking guy around twenty, and hopped in.

“Hey there, honey,” the driver said as Cindy slammed the door and grinned at him. “Where are you going?”

The girl slid across the seat. “Where am I going? Right down between your legs.”

“Hey, now,” the driver said as the girl’s soft hand found his cock and started rubbing it, “maybe we should —”

“Just lean back,” Cindy said, her hands frantically undoing the young man’s pants and freeing his cock, which was rapidly growing stiff. “Just lean back and enjoy.”

The teenaged beauty dove onto his cock, took it lovingly in her mouth, and started to suck for all she was worth. The driver clapped a hand on the back of the girl’s head and forced her to take him all the way. This Cindy did with ease, bobbing and slurping in a cocksucking fury. She’d planned to only blow the handsome driver for a couple of minutes or so, then have him fuck her in the front seat, but she was too good at giving head, and soon the hot load of cum was jetting in her mouth.

“Yeah, eat it, girl! Eat it!” the driver howled with pleasure as he pumped his cum-load down the girl’s willing throat.

After Cindy was done, the driver lit a cigarette and asked her for her phone number but, now that his cock was spent, Cindy had no further use for the man.

“Thanks for the ride,” she said, then jumped out of the pick-up and started walking back up the interstate. Her cunt was still unsatisfied, and Cindy soon raised her thumb again.

The next ride was offered by a middle-aged man, and when Cindy went down on him, she was more careful, making sure not to bring the man off in her mouth.

The man fucked her for a good half-hour in the big back seat. She was lucky that he had a long, fat cock that managed to satisfy her horny cunt, and when the young girl finally hopped out of the car, her tight teenaged fuckhole was content — for the moment.

She went banging through the screen door, but saw no sign of her parents. Cindy figured that they must have gone out, but when she started downstairs to the basement, she heard her parents’ soft, muted voices and heard the sound of the big-screen TV.

Cindy continued down the stairs. Then she heard the voice coming from the TV, and the girl froze, her heart in her throat.

“Look at the whore fight!” The recorded sound of Mrs. Grotten’s voice echoed around the basement in stereo. “The master’s really going to fuck her now!”

Cindy’s head was swimming with disbelief. Almost as if in a trance, the youngster moved to the bottom of the stairs, then glanced around the corner, her eyes drawn to the big screen on the other side of the room.

There she was, as big as life and in glorious color, up on the screen. Mr. Abbott slapped her several times, laughed, then dropped his big flabby body onto her. Cindy couldn’t move as she watched the scene that she knew her parents were watching. She saw the master prop her long, shapely legs up on his shoulders, saw him spin her sideways on the mattress for the enjoyment of the hooting crowd that Cindy knew was just on the other side of the floodlights.

Cindy stood transfixed and watched the camera zero in for a close-up of her bloody, cum-covered cunt an instant before Mr. Abbott spit on his cockhead, then buried his stiff prick to the hilt in her excited fuck-pit. Cindy almost cried out as she watched inch after inch of his cock slowly fuck into her bloody pussy.

Suddenly, the image on the screen froze as one of her parents hit the pause button. Cindy figured that they couldn’t bear to watch anymore, and she half-expected to hear the sounds of their sobs.

“Damn,” her father said softly. “Damn, this is some hot stuff.”

“No, shit,” her mother said. “It’s all Mrs. Grotten promised and more.”

Cindy couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It didn’t make any sense.

“Let me grab up a couple of fresh beers and we’ll get back to the show,” her father said as he stood up.

Cindy couldn’t believe her eyes. Her father was stark naked! Not only that, but he had a raging hard-on that twitched and jerked as he went to the fridge. She had never seen her father’s prick before. He was hung like a mule, and his big red cock-head looked to be the size of an orange.

Despite her best efforts to keep quiet, Cindy couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of the majestic cock dangling from between her father’s legs.

“Cindy!” he gasped in a startled voice as he turned toward the stairs.

The girl opened her mouth, but no sound came out as Cindy slumped back against the wall. The young girl didn’t know exactly what was going on as she watched her father walk over to her, but she felt ashamed and lustfully delighted at the same time.

“Ah, my Cindy,” her father said as he gripped the belt loops at the front of his daughter’s jeans and pulled her into his arms.

Cindy was aware of the huge, rock-hard length of cock that was pressed against her cunt and stomach. She didn’t resist as her handsome father swept her into his arms and carried her over in front of the sofa.

Cindy was in for still another shock when she saw that her mother was also naked, and had a long, skinny dildo buried way up in her cunt.

Slowly, the realization began to dawn on her. Not only did her parents know, but they had known all along. Indeed, that was the kind of education that they’d sent Cindy to Steinway for all along.

“Start the film,” Cindy’s father said as he sat back on the sofa, opening his beer, and resumed stroking his stiff prick.

Cindy’s mom let go of the dildo buried in her cunt, picked up the remote control, and aimed it at the screen.

Cindy pulled off her tank top and dropped down on the floor. She turned back to her parents with a shit-eating grin stretched across her young, gorgeous face,

“You knew all along,” she whispered as she unzipped her jeans and poked a couple of fingers into her wet cunt. “You wanted me turned into a little whore, didn’t you?”