Man, what a girl! he thought.

Thrills needled his cock, shooting through the core of it. His balls swelled and tightened. The pit of his asshole tingled. His hand yanked his foreskin viciously, stretching it, working it hard against his bone-hard cockshaft. "What a girl!" he mumbled.

Hot, itchy sensations saturated his pulsating cock, and suddenly his jism erupted in white spurts against the wall, against the toilet tank. It fell on the toilet seat and dripped into the water. Humping his loins, jerking his hand, squeezing his balls rhythmically, he shot his load freely, not caring where it fell. The scent of his cum filled the air. His grunts of pleasure echoed off the bathroom walls.

"Awwww, yeahhh!" he moaned, and he imagined the blue eyes of his voluptuous young daughter glazed with ecstasy as he pumped his cum up her spasming teen pussy.

The back door slammed.

"Daddy, are you home?" Cindy called from the kitchen.

Jim Sutter's heart dropped into his stomach. In a panic, he stumbled out of the bathroom, his pants bunched around his knees, his cock still pulsating in his hand. He dripped cum all the way down the hallway as he made for his bedroom.

He dove through the door of his bedroom and locked it behind him. Faint from his powerful orgasm, he flopped down on the bed, his right hand still filled with half-hard cock and sticky cum. Cindy hadn't seen him, he told himself, although he wasn't convinced of it.

Cindy stood outside the bathroom, trying to decide whether she was awake or still asleep. She'd awakened on the porch swing to the sound of a voice in the house, and when she'd spotted her dad's pick-up truck, she'd gone inside, thinking that he might have called her. What she'd seen when she'd reached the hallway made her wonder if she wasn't still dreaming. She'd spotted her shirtless, bare-assed dad, his pants down around his knees, stumble into his bedroom and shut the door.