The taste of the cum, the feel of it as she rolled it on her tongue and savored it, made her close her eyes and sigh. She swallowed, eating her dad's rich, sweet-tasting jism. It tasted better than the salesman's jism. She lapped greedily at the gobs on the toilet seat, then slurped up the wads running down the tank. Her lips smacked.
Rising up to straddle the toilet, she caught a juicy wad of cum with her fingertips and rubbed it between her pussylips, massaging it up into her cunthole. As she jerked off with her dad's spunk, she licked more of it off the tank top and the walls. Her fingers squished in her juicy, cum-slick cunt. Her hand jerked faster. She crouched again in front of the toilet and sucked up the gobs of her dad's cum from the floor tiles.
She imagined the cum squirting from her dad's prick. Her head swam. Her body throbbed. She tore at the itching, sizzling meat of her tight cunt.
"I'm gonna come!" she moaned. "Oh God!"
Her pussy erupted.
Gasping with each rush of electricity through her loins, Cindy humped at her jerking hand. The peppery taste of her dad's cum on her lips increased her excitement, and she licked the toilet seat in hope of finding one last, tasty drop.
She moaned as the orgasmic thrills pulsed through her nude body, and she tossed her blonde head from side to side. It was her third orgasm of the day, but it was just as intense and toe-curling as the other two had been.
When her pleasure had finally subsided, she got up and sat on the toilet. Her piss flowed, falling on the gobs of her dad's cum that floated in the toilet bowl. It thrilled her to see her own pin mingling with her dad's piss and jism.
It felt good to piss, too, she thought. It felt good to come and to pin and to be naked. She spread her legs, shoved her hand between them, and started to beat-off again.
Her hand knifed at her pussy, three bunched fingers plunging in and out of her fuckhole. A few drops of pussyjuice dripped into the toilet. Her toes played with the floor tiles. She lifted her tits to her mouth and flicked her tongue at her nipples. She felt so sexy and sensuous that she wanted to announce to the world how good she felt.
"Feels so good!" she whispered, jerking her hand faster, searing the skin of her fingers as they pistoned into her tight cunt. "Oh yes, yeas!"
Her hand moved mechanically. It wouldn't slow down. She craved the ultimate sensation, the ultimate pleasure. At the last moment, she kicked her legs up in the air, clutched air with her toes, and exploded with ecstasy.
"Ohhhhh!" she groaned. "Mmmmnnnn!" As she came, pussyjuice dribbled out of her and dripped into the toilet. She wondered if her dad felt as good when he shot-off.
CHAPTER FOUR
That evening, Cindy did her best to cook supper, and seeing that she'd hardly ever cooked anything before in her life, she did a respectable job. She fried hamburgers and warmed up two cans of pea soup. Her dad complimented her on the meal. He also complimented her on her hair, which he said looked good long.
"You can grow your pretty hair all the way to the floor, now that your mother's gone," he said. "I sure don't mind. And you can go barefoot all the time and wear whatever clothes you want – or don't want."
He glanced at the open neck of her blouse. Cindy blushed. She realized that he'd noticed she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Yes, sir, I think you and me are gonna get along fine around here without your mother. And I'll tell you one thing, if you don't wanna go to church, you don't have to. I sure won't be going much. I been dragged to church enough times in the last twenty years to last me the rest of my life – shit, to last me ten lifetimes!"
"Me too," Cindy said shyly.
She was surprised to hear her dad talk so much. Usually he said things about school, her dress, and not much more than that.
"And you can read whatever books you want. No need to hide 'em around me. Any books. And anytime you wanna use the pick-up to go to town, or to go out for a ride, or out on a date, it's yours for the asking."
Cindy couldn't believe what she was hearing, and the more her dad talked, the more excited she got. Her mother hadn't allowed her to learn to drive or to date boys.
"I don't have a driver's license," she reminded her father.
"I know," he said. "And we're gonna start fixing that right now. Come on."
"Where we going?"
"To give you your first driving lesson, girl! Leave the dishes! Come on!"
"I'd better get some shoes."
"You don't need shoes. Come on, girl, the sun's heading down. Let's get your lesson in before dark."
A minute later Cindy found herself behind the wheel of the pick-up. Her dad adjusted the seat as far forward as it would go so her feet could reach the pedals. He sat close to her right side, his left arm draped over the seat behind her neck. She could smell his sweat, and she found the smell pleasant.
The truck had an automatic transmission, so Cindy had no trouble getting it moving down the driveway. She giggled at the thrill it gave her to be driving, and her dad laughed too. Soon they were out on the road.
Jim Sutter had a hard-on that was ready to bust out of his pants. The sweet, girlish smell of his daughter made him dizzy. He was glad she was driving, because he didn't think he'd be able to control the steering wheel. Sitting next to her, and being taller than she was, he was able to look down into her blouse and see her tits.
His hand itched to slide down in her blouse and take a feel. He hadn't felt so excited since his days of dating girls in high school. It was as if he were young again and out for a ride with a girl, and all that mattered in the world was getting his prick inside her.
"You're doing real good, honey?" He stroked his daughter's shoulder. "By next week you'll have your license."
Cindy's giggle sent hot quivers through his hard cock. His crotch was getting stained with the pre-cum oozing from his pinhole.
Jim wasn't paying attention to where they were going. They were out on the road, but he didn't know in which direction they were traveling or how far they'd driven – and he didn't care. His eyes were on Cindy's hands and feet and tits, on her blonde hair and cute profile. He could hardly keep his hands off his cock.
"Here's the crossroads," Cindy said, and Jim came out of his daze. Cindy pulled up to the stop sign where the two country roads crossed each other. On one corner of the intersection was a bar, on another corner a gas station.
"Pull in at the tavern," Jim said. "I'll be right back."
Cindy was more than surprised to see her dad enter the bar. She didn't know he drank. Her mother would have had a heart attack to see him step through the tavern door.
Cindy rubbed the crotch of her jeans and found it moist and tight against her swollen cunt. She squeezed her legs together and worked her thighs against each other rhythmically. It sure was exciting to be driving for the first time, and so was sitting so close to her dad.
When Jim stroked her shoulder, she felt like melting. As wicked as the thought was, she kept wishing her dad would get as bold with her as the traveling salesman had – and pull her pants off. She wondered if her dad would want to lick her cunt. The thought of his tongue slurping between her cuntlips made her squirm.
Her dad returned, carrying a six-pack of beer. "Let's get home," he said. "You can help me drink this."
"You're gonna let me drink beer?" Cindy asked. Her mother would have killed him at the suggestion of such a thing.
"Of course," he said. "You're a grown girl. A few beers ain't gonna hurt you."