That evening, Cindy did her best to cook supper, and seeing that she'd hardly ever cooked anything before in her life, she did a respectable job. She fried hamburgers and warmed up two cans of pea soup. Her dad complimented her on the meal. He also complimented her on her hair, which he said looked good long.
"You can grow your pretty hair all the way to the floor, now that your mother's gone," he said. "I sure don't mind. And you can go barefoot all the time and wear whatever clothes you want – or don't want."
He glanced at the open neck of her blouse. Cindy blushed. She realized that he'd noticed she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Yes, sir, I think you and me are gonna get along fine around here without your mother. And I'll tell you one thing, if you don't wanna go to church, you don't have to. I sure won't be going much. I been dragged to church enough times in the last twenty years to last me the rest of my life – shit, to last me ten lifetimes!"
"Me too," Cindy said shyly.
She was surprised to hear her dad talk so much. Usually he said things about school, her dress, and not much more than that.
"And you can read whatever books you want. No need to hide 'em around me. Any books. And anytime you wanna use the pick-up to go to town, or to go out for a ride, or out on a date, it's yours for the asking."
Cindy couldn't believe what she was hearing, and the more her dad talked, the more excited she got. Her mother hadn't allowed her to learn to drive or to date boys.
"I don't have a driver's license," she reminded her father.
"I know," he said. "And we're gonna start fixing that right now. Come on."
"Where we going?"
"To give you your first driving lesson, girl! Leave the dishes! Come on!"
"I'd better get some shoes."
"You don't need shoes. Come on, girl, the sun's heading down. Let's get your lesson in before dark."
A minute later Cindy found herself behind the wheel of the pick-up. Her dad adjusted the seat as far forward as it would go so her feet could reach the pedals. He sat close to her right side, his left arm draped over the seat behind her neck. She could smell his sweat, and she found the smell pleasant.
The truck had an automatic transmission, so Cindy had no trouble getting it moving down the driveway. She giggled at the thrill it gave her to be driving, and her dad laughed too. Soon they were out on the road.
Jim Sutter had a hard-on that was ready to bust out of his pants. The sweet, girlish smell of his daughter made him dizzy. He was glad she was driving, because he didn't think he'd be able to control the steering wheel. Sitting next to her, and being taller than she was, he was able to look down into her blouse and see her tits.
His hand itched to slide down in her blouse and take a feel. He hadn't felt so excited since his days of dating girls in high school. It was as if he were young again and out for a ride with a girl, and all that mattered in the world was getting his prick inside her.
"You're doing real good, honey?" He stroked his daughter's shoulder. "By next week you'll have your license."
Cindy's giggle sent hot quivers through his hard cock. His crotch was getting stained with the pre-cum oozing from his pinhole.
Jim wasn't paying attention to where they were going. They were out on the road, but he didn't know in which direction they were traveling or how far they'd driven – and he didn't care. His eyes were on Cindy's hands and feet and tits, on her blonde hair and cute profile. He could hardly keep his hands off his cock.
"Here's the crossroads," Cindy said, and Jim came out of his daze. Cindy pulled up to the stop sign where the two country roads crossed each other. On one corner of the intersection was a bar, on another corner a gas station.
"Pull in at the tavern," Jim said. "I'll be right back."
Cindy was more than surprised to see her dad enter the bar. She didn't know he drank. Her mother would have had a heart attack to see him step through the tavern door.
Cindy rubbed the crotch of her jeans and found it moist and tight against her swollen cunt. She squeezed her legs together and worked her thighs against each other rhythmically. It sure was exciting to be driving for the first time, and so was sitting so close to her dad.
When Jim stroked her shoulder, she felt like melting. As wicked as the thought was, she kept wishing her dad would get as bold with her as the traveling salesman had – and pull her pants off. She wondered if her dad would want to lick her cunt. The thought of his tongue slurping between her cuntlips made her squirm.
Her dad returned, carrying a six-pack of beer. "Let's get home," he said. "You can help me drink this."
"You're gonna let me drink beer?" Cindy asked. Her mother would have killed him at the suggestion of such a thing.
"Of course," he said. "You're a grown girl. A few beers ain't gonna hurt you."
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.