She stepped into the bathroom. Her dad's shirt lay on the bathroom floor. Immediately, she felt something sticky and warm oozing between her toes, and she jerked her foot back. A thick, whitish fluid dripped from her toes. She looked at the toilet and the wall behind it, and saw more gobs of the fluid. She sniffed the air. The smell was familiar. It smelled like the traveling salesman's jism.

Cindy guessed immediately what had happened. Her father had jacked off and had squirted his spunk all over the bathroom. If it hadn't been for her encounter this morning with the salesman, she wouldn't have known what all the sticky gobs and trickles were, or how they'd gotten splashed all over the wall and toilet.

She blinked her eyes and jerked her head. She was still groggy with sleep and she wanted to be sure she wasn't still dreaming. Each time she blinked, she found the scene in the bathroom unchanged. Her dad's spunk was everywhere, and the scent of it made her dizzy. She remembered his muscular back and bare ass as he'd stumbled down the hallway. She looked at his shirt lying on the floor. She imagined him beating off his cock the way the salesman had done it. She imagined his spurting cum.

Her pussy tightened and throbbed. Her legs quivered. As her excitement grew, she felt faint. She closed the bathroom door.

She had to come again. She was too excited to care about anything else but satisfying her aching pussy. She took off her blouse and jeans. Her right hand slipped between her legs and started rubbing her pussy. She knelt down in front of the toilet. As her fingers slipped into the slick wetness between her pussylips, as she massaged her clit and poked her fingers in and out of her fuckhole, she sniffed her dad's cum on the toilet seat. Dazed by the scent, she started to lap it up.

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.