Chapter 9

I was really going to let her have it and yell at her for her out-of-line behavior, when she raised her eyebrows in surprise. She has distinctive, sexy eyebrows, much like Michelle Pfeiffer's. (Every single part of her body was sexy, dammit!) She said in a very serious and different voice, "Uh-oh. Dad, what did I just put my hand in?"

I looked down towards her hands. She was on all fours on the bed, facing away from me with her ass close to my face, so her hands were down around the middle of the big bed. One hand was right in the middle of a fairly large puddle of cum!

I suddenly remembered how I'd made love to my wife Mindy yet again before she went to work. Both of us were worked up from our discussion the night before, and we couldn't get enough of each other. But I fell asleep as soon as it was over, so the sheets hadn't been changed. I had taken to turning the air conditioner down low at night, in an effort to get Michelle to sleep under her covers, instead of nude and on top of them. So even though the sex had taken place a couple of hours ago, the cum had been trapped under lots of blankets and appeared to be as wet as ever. Thus, this extremely unfortunate accident.

Thinking about that made me briefly remember the discussion Mindy and I had, where it seemed my wife had all but openly stated that I could have some sexy fun with Michelle and Ruby! That blew my mind all over again, but I didn't have time to dwell on it, due to this "puddle of cum" problem.

I was too stunned to speak as I saw Michelle raise her cummy hand and bring it to her nose. I watched her hand move up as if in slow motion, and I was helpless to stop it. She seemed genuinely puzzled, as if it wasn't completely obvious what the puddle was made of. She smelled her fingers. She turned and looked at me with a bewildered expression. Was she that good an actress, or did she really not know? She seemed even more puzzled than before.

So far, I could handle what was happening. But then she started licking her cummy fingers. My heart practically shot out of my chest!

When I cum, I cum a lot. I watched gobs of my cum slowly drip from her fingers back to the bed sheet, as she licked her fingers just like a cat. "MMMM! Tasty! Daddy, what IS this stuff?" she asked cluelessly as she continued to lick her fingers clean. She thrust her index finger in her mouth and sucked it thoroughly. Then she pulled it out and did the same to the next finger, and then the next.

I couldn't take it! It was too damn arousing!

"I, uh, it's… Err…" I had been too shy to tell her it was my cum even before she started licking it, but now there was no way I could say that. My heart was pounding like a drum, a great big bass drum. As I stared at her licking, I wondered if my eyes looked the way Roger Rabbit's did when they would bulge out many inches from his face.

She continued to lick her hand, only with even more gusto. She pushed a cluster of her fingers deep into her mouth and thrust them in and out, apparently to make sure she sucked off every last drop. But it looked disturbingly like a blowjob to me. "Mmmm! It tastes soooo good! I'm not kidding. This is seriously tasty! MMMM! I could live on it! What's it called?"

She STILL kept licking, even though it seemed her fingers had to be completely clean by now!

It was too much for me. I could feel sweat pouring down my face, I was so stressed out. "Don't do that!" Unfortunately, my hands were still cupping my extremely aroused cock and my balls. I was caught in a Catch-22. I couldn't get out of my position unless I had my blankets back over me, but I couldn't get to the blankets on the floor unless I got out of my position. Worse, the sight of my daughter enthusiastically licking my cum off of her fingers was so arousing that I discovered I wasn't just holding my erection, I was starting to actively rhythmically squeeze it!

I put a quick halt to that as soon as I consciously realized what I was doing. I spied a bit of bed sheet still on the bed, and reached down with my foot to try to catch it and pull it back up.

She didn't notice because she was having such fun licking her fingers completely clean. She said,

"Aaaah, you're just saying that because you want it all to yourself. What did you do? Let me guess. You were eating in bed again and spilled some kind of new juicy candy on the sheets. Didn't Mom tell you to stop eating in bed? Mmmm-MMMM! How do I get more? I want it fresh from the source!"

She brought not one but both of her hands down to the bed sheet and wiped them in the puddle. Then she brought both hands back to her face and eagerly licked first one and then the other, back and forth, as if she couldn't get enough. Her fingers were soaked in my cum, and undoubtedly some of Mindy's too! Some drops fell off, causing her to lick faster so she wouldn't lose too much of it.

Things were getting damned embarrassing. I should have said something right away about what that goo really was, but I didn't. Her "I want it fresh from the source" comment was addling my overheated brain. If I told her now that it was mostly my cum (with some of her mother's mixed in), that would be, well, strange to say the least! Unbelievably embarrassing for us both, especially given the way she was consuming it with a sexy passion.

As if I didn't have enough trouble, I vividly recalled how Mindy strongly hinted that she'd have no trouble if I wanted to play with my daughter's magnificent breasts. Worse, she even seemed to suggest that she'd allow Michelle to give me a blowjob! It's a miracle I didn't have a heart attack.

I asked, in all sincerity, "Shelle, are you serious? You don't know what it is?"

In retrospect, it's obvious I was a complete idiot about this. But I still hadn't fully accepted the fact that my little girl was now a grown woman – and a conniving one at that, not the innocent child I used to read bedtime stories to.

Besides, I could believe that she thought my cum was delicious, because Mindy repeatedly told me that it was. I was a de facto vegetarian, since everyone else in the house was one, plus I was lactose intolerant. I understand that no meat or milk plus lots of fruits make one's cum taste quite sweet.

She was busy licking her palms clean. "No. Would I lie to you? Have I, your sweet dear daughter, ever lied to you?" She was hamming it up as she said that. "Are you holding some big secret back on me? What is it already? I seriously could LIVE on this stuff! I really mean that. MMMM! Too bad Ruby isn't here. I wish I could share it with her!"

But despite her theatrics, it was true, she'd never lied to me that I knew of. Well, unless she was playing a trick on me, which admittedly was fairly often. But she always came clean about her trickery later. I couldn't believe she would go this far for a trick. So I believed her. I mean, how on Earth could she know what cum tasted like when she'd never even had a boyfriend? Plus, I do eat in bed a lot. This would hardly be the first food stain on the sheets.

I said, "Uh, I'm afraid I can't tell you what it is. Your mother wouldn't like it if I did." I was very scrupulous about never lying to her either, but that was the truth. I couldn't imagine my Mindy would want me to tell my daughter that she was accidentally slurping up our cum.

She replied, still licking, "A-ha! I knew it! The two of you have found some new kind of midnight snack and you're eating it in bed, hiding it from me. Does Mom like to eat it? Does she get it straight from the source, or just your messy spills?" She started sucking each finger into her mouth again.

I decided it was best not to answer that, but still somehow the questions got me even more aroused. Plus, the way she was sucking her fingers reminded me of her mother's excellent blowjobs!

I totally forgot to talk and simply watched her suck each finger clean, one by one! It was like my mind turned off. She finished cleaning the fingers of one hand after about half a minute.

Then, as her tongue roamed over the palm of that hand some more, she said, "Damn this diet. Screw it! It's so sweet."

I tried to talk her out of it without revealing what it was. "Shelle, you can't just eat a mystery goo off someone else's bed. That's disgusting! You have no idea what it could be!"

She replied while looking at me, "If it was something really disgusting, you wouldn't let me eat it. You're a good dad and I'd trust you with my life. I know it's one of your late night snack treats. What is it called, already?"

I winced. "Can't tell you that."