Cindy pulled out onto the road. As the last tatters of sunset dissolved into the western horizon, she switched on the headlights. All the way home, her dad stroked her shoulder. Neither of them spoke.
When they got home, they sat side by side on the couch, two small lamps casting a romantic light in the living room, the sound of crickets coming in through the window screens. Cindy had drunk two beers, and she felt like she was floating. Her dad shoved another beer into her hand, and she sipped it.
"You're drunk," he said.
"I know!" Cindy gasped.
"Well, so am I. Ain't it getting a might hot in here?"
He pulled off his shirt.
She admired his muscular chest and the bold segments of his abdominal muscles.
"Too bad I'm a girl," Cindy said. "If I wasn't, I'd take off my shirt too."
"What's to stop you just because you're a girl?"
Cindy giggled. "You'll see my tits."
"Your what? Your tits? Hell, don't you think I've seen tits before? Go ahead, girl, take it off." He started unbuttoning her blouse for her.
"I can do it." Her fingers fumbled with the last remaining buttons, and her blouse fell open and slipped off one shoulder. She giggled, embarrassed.
"Come on," Jim said.
He grabbed her blouse by the back of the neck and pulled. Her arms slipped out of the sleeves and her dad dropped the blouse on the couch.
"Feel better?"
He took one look at her tits, took a slug of beer, then leaned over and pulled off his boots and socks.
Cindy finished her beer. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the top of the couch. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She was floating. She'd let go completely. She didn't care what happened to her.
Jim Sutter took one look at his topless, barefoot, pleasantly drunk daughter, and he couldn't control himself. The three cans of beer he'd drunk drove away any inhibitions he had. He leaned toward the girl and covered her lips with his. A sigh escaped them both as his tongue slipped into her mouth. It startled him when she immediately started to suck his tongue. He grabbed her warm, silky-smooth tits and massaged them as he and Cindy continued kissing. His cock throbbed with each flick of her tongue in his mouth.
"I love you," Jim muttered.
He nuzzled and kissed her all over her face and neck. He slid down, nuzzled her tits, and licked and sucked her nipples. The smell, taste, and feel of her was better than anything he'd ever experienced with any other female. He wanted to eat her alive.
Cindy squirmed, gasping and moaning. Her bare toes wiggled and clutched. She squeezed her legs together. Her blonde head rocked from side to side. The thrills shooting through her body made her want to scream.
Her dad lifted her arms and licked out her smooth-shaved armpits. He licked off the trickles of sweat that had run down her flanks. He lapped over every inch of her tits, returning repeatedly to lick and nibble her cherries, to suck and gently bite her nipples.
Cindy's cunt contracted, and she nearly spanned with each suck at her nipples. He licked out her armpits again, licked and bit the sides of her neck and throat, kissed her again and drooled spit into her mouth.
"Oh Daddy!" Cindy gasped. "Oh Daddy!"
She threw her arms around his neck and darted her tongue in and out of his mouth. She was quivering, melting.
Her dad pulled away. He slid down in front of her and undid her jeans. As he peeled them off her legs, the smell of her steaming cunt rose in the air. Kneeling on the floor in front of the couch, he spread her legs and buried his head between her thighs. Moaning, he began to lick and nuzzle and suck her frothing young pussy.
"My girl!" he groaned. "My Cindy!"
Cindy kicked her legs up in the air and spread them as wide as they'd go. She reached between her thighs, hooked her fingers at the edges of her swollen blonde cuntlips, and hauled them wide apart, stretching them like rubber. Her dad plunged his nose and lips into the seething pink fuckmeat, into the pulsating young crotch-hole, and he sucked the pussyjuice out of her, fucked his tongue as deep into her as it would go, and rubbed his nose against her clit and up and down her sizzling inner cuntlips.
Cindy pointed her toes, rolled her head from side to side, and groaned. Her tits rose and fell with her panting.
"Come in my face," her dad said. "Come on, baby!"
He thrust his tongue inside her, twisting his nose against her crotch, licking and sucking and gnawing.
"Come on, honey, juice in my face!"
"Daddy!"
Cindy grabbed his head, digging her fingernails into his scalp, grinding her crotch against his face. Her thighs wrapped around his head and tightened, and with each hump and gyration of her loins, electric shock waves jolted her cunt. Her ass bouncing, her tits jiggling and wobbling, she humped to a climax against her dad's mouth. As the spasms exploded in her cunthole, she whined like a cat.
"Daddy, eat my juice!"
Jim Sutter took a spurt of hot cuntjuice in his mouth like a squirt of wine from a wineskin. He guzzled the sweet nectar of his daughter's pussy and bathed his face in her sizzling, exploding cuntmeat. He couldn't get enough of the taste and smell of her. She could come in his face from now till eternity if she wanted to.
Cindy fucked her dad's mouth until she'd stopped spasming and her crotch had become so sensitive that she couldn't stand another flick of his hot tongue. Gasping, she unclamped her legs and pushed her dad's head away. He tried to give her cunt a few more licks, but she fought him off.
"Don't," she said.
His face was red and drenched with her pussyjuice. He looked even drunker than before he'd blown her.
"How was it?"
"It felt really good," Cindy said. She crossed her legs and gently worked them against each other, squeezing out the last flickers of orgasmic sensation. Her toes were still clutching.
Smiling drunkenly, her dad rose to his feet. His jeans were tented out at the fly and stained with pre-cum from his cock. He sucked in his gut and unsnapped his jeans. Watching Cindy's face, he slowly unzipped his fly.
His cock sprang out like a rattlesnake with venom dripping from its mouth. The glossy cockhead was half-hooded by a thick foreskin. As he lowered his jeans and stepped out of them, Cindy gawked open-mouthed at his cock and balls. The throbbing of his cock and the slow rolling of his balls in their sac hypnotized her.
Jim's cock dripped and dripped, oozing out a fresh gob of pre-cum with each throb. It was an enormous cock, gnarled with bulging veins. His balls were the size of hard-boiled eggs.
Cindy licked her lips. Her nostrils flared. She could smell his cock, could almost taste it. Her mouth watered when she thought of sucking the sweet cum straight out of his cock. She held out her arms, and her dad came to her.
CHAPTER FIVE
"What a girl!" he said.
He stepped up on the couch and straddled Cindy's thighs. She looked up at his balls and cock. Some pre-cum splashed on her face like hot rain, and she blinked. The smell of her dad's balls so close to her nose made her sigh. She stuck out her tongue and her dad squatted slightly, lowering his balls to her lips. She started to slurp, cleaning the musky sweat off his tight, swollen ball-sac.
"Aw man!" Jim moaned. "Lick 'em all over, little sweetheart! Jesus, what a feeling!"
He rotated his pelvis, rubbing his balls all over Cindy's mouth, helping her to get at every part of his balls with her wet, nimble tongue. He shoved his crotch against her mouth, and she sucked at it, her nose buried in his balls, her lips and tongue working on the sweaty flesh between his balls and asshole.
"You sure do love a man's ball-sweat," he said.
No girl had ever licked his balls and crotch the way Cindy was. It was as if his balls had been dipped in honey and she was a hungry bear cub.