"Daddy…" she had whispered in a soft, low voice, making wet sounds with her finger moving in and out of her cunt. Her flesh was flushed to a rosy glow, and she breathed hard.

"Daddy…"

She had said nothing else, only that one word. Her father had not spoken at all. He simply watched her finger-fucking her sugary young cunt while his cock lifted and swayed in hardness.

Wendy experienced her very first orgasm.

It came swiftly, without warning.

Her finger was buried inside her cunt, and the spasms made her naked little body tremble violently. Her eyes turned glassy, but never once moved away from his cock as she came, her cunt squeezing and sucking at her inserted finger, her clit throbbing against the fingers of her other hand. Her knees bent and turned weak, but she managed to stay upright.

As the convulsion faded, she kept on stabbing her finger into her cunt, delighted with the sensation she had just experienced, wanting to make it happen again. Her finger increased speed, and her hips jerked back and forth as the shower rained onto her small back.

Then her father closed his fist about his cock and began to stroke it, making the smooth head bulge even more. Wendy saw juices seeping from the small slit on the head, and watched his fist pound back and forth as she stood there, finger-fucking herself.

Her father had pushed his cock close to her small body, and Wendy seemed to move toward it at the same time. Her breath caught in her throat when her father touched the wet head of his cock against her stomach, the juices like liquid fire on her flesh. She had moaned softly when her father rubbed his cock about her trembling stomach, making it slippery. Her finger in her cunt worked faster and deeper. She had lifted her eyes once or twice to look into her father's face, and his expression of pleasure made her feel so good. She was making her father happy, and he was making her happy.