She felt that tingling sensation between her thighs again, and her flying finger seemed to burn the sensitive flesh of her cunt. She stared down at her father's cock, watching in awe as he jacked off. He had pulled his cock back a ways, about six inches, and his fist seemed to fly back and forth on it, covering the head, then, smashing at his open fly, jerking outward again. Wendy's little ass bunched tightly as she rammed a second finger into her cunt, thrusting wilder and wilder.

Then her father came.

The explosion of hot juice came out of the small slit of his cock so fast, Wendy didn't see it at first. But she felt it. The hot spurt splattered her stomach, just above her belly button. By the time she realized what had happened, her father had come all over her stomach, the creamy juices running down her flesh in steamy rivers to her thighs, even on her hands between her legs. She stared as her father finished coming, squeezing his cock and pulling toward the head. When a bubble of juice formed on it, he rubbed it across Wendy's stomach, and then, with a soft cry of ecstasy, Wendy's cunt grabbed at her buried fingers, and she came again, her second orgasm.

This one was more powerful, more explosive, then the first. Her knees bent and she almost fell. Her small ass jerked as she came, and her eyes remained wide open on her father's softening cock. That was all she saw as she came in throbbing wave after wave.

Without a word, her father had watched her come, and as she finally slumped against the slippery wall of the shower, gasping for breath, he had cleaned his cock and stuffed it into his pants, then zipped them. He left her without saying a single word all that time.