Mike woke first. He brushed Kathy's fine blonde hair away from his lips. He wondered for a second, then remembered.
His cock had squeezed out of his daughters pussy while they slept Mike found his whole crotch was sticky with thick gunk when he tried to move his thighs.
… "Umm," Kathy purred, nuzzling into his throat.
Mike held still again.
"Daddy!" She held herself up. Kathy was waking gradually. Her eyes were puffy. She smiled and kissed Mike.
"Good morning," he said. He tried to look stern and paternal, but it didn't work. He grinned and threw his arms around his naked daughter.
"That was so lovely, Daddy," Kathy said. She propped her chin on her hands and looked into his face. Her straight blonde hair fell around their faces like a silk tent. The little hemispheres of her ass stuck up above the sides of the hammock.
"Wasn't it!" Mike patted her back and tried to raise himself. He spotted his watch. "We've gotta go! I take off in an hour!”
"Uh-oh," Kathy answered. She kissed Mike quickly and tried to ease herself out of the hammock. "Awk!" The tipping sling twisted and she fell on the floor, her long, naked limbs thrashing.
Mike grabbed the sides and held himself in the swaying bed. "Are you all right, honey?" He put his legs over the side and sat up.
Kathy lay laughing on the floor. She spread her legs and leaned back, "Yeah, I'm okay. I sure feel dumb, falling like that." Her little blonde tuft was matted with cum and pussy juice.
Mike stood, then helped his daughter up. She looked at him with the pleased, suggestive eyes of a satisfied woman. "Come on, Kathy, let's get dressed. We're late as hell.”
"Oh, all right, Daddy. You're sure we don't have time to… " Kathy stood with her head ducked a bit, looking up at him. One slim hand held her hair out of her eyes.
"We don't have the time, and I don't have the strength." Mike tugged his pants up, pulling at his sac to unstick the matted hairs.
Kathy knelt on the floor next to the driver's seat ail the way to the glideport. Mike put his hand on her head any time he wasn't grinding through the old truck's gears. They both moved with slow, relaxed fluidity as they assembled the glider and moved it to the takeoff point.
Milt Jackson appeared and knelt next to the glider just before Mike locked the towrope in. "Say, tiger, are those canary feathers around your mouth?”
Mike grinned sheepishly. Milt added, "funny thing. Williams didn't protest you this morning. He looked mad as hell before he took off-he's flying pretty roughly, too.”
"Good," Kathy piped. "The worse he flies, the better." She gave Mike a demure peck on the cheek. "You're gonna beat him, Daddy." She slid the canopy shut before he could answer and held up her hand to start the tow.
Mike glowed inside as the sailplane bumped along the dirt runway. It felt like an extension of his body, as easy to balance on its one wheel as if it were on tracks. He let go the towrope and soared up in a long, shallow curve.
It wasn't hard work today. Mike relaxed and let the air control him. He would spot a thermal and the glider headed for it effortlessly. He rose and fell majestically, like a lofting eagle.
Kathy watched the gleaming sailplane rise into the air. Sun winked from its polished wing as her father headed off across the valley. Kathy realized she didn't have a care in the world.
The little blonde sat next to the timekeeper half the morning. Gliders took off for the cross-country event while others shuttled back and forth over the cliff, seeking endurance records. She closed her eyes and loving thoughts of her father warmed the little girl's belly.
Milt Jackson nudged her awake. Kathy's eyes opened wide. Her father's long winged sailplane was whizzing over the end of the runway. He opened the spoilers. The little flaps of his airbrakes stood up along the wings. Kathy was already running toward him when the aircraft stopped, his wingtip less than eight inches from the marker cone.
Mike slid the canopy back. Kathy threw her arms around her father's neck before he unlatched the heavy nylon webbing. She kissed him.
"Easy honey," he laughed. He undid the straps and checked his watch. Kathy lifted the buckles off his shoulders and held them off the smooth finish. "We haven't won yet, Kathy." Mike clambered out of the fragile plane.
Five minutes later, the next glider still hadn't shown. Kathy stopped her nervous bouncing and grabbed her father's watch. "You see, I told you! All that's left is the trophy party!"
Mike stood in the bare garage of his tiny house. He'd been working for the leisure conglomerate for three months. The moving van had left with all his furniture. All that remained was the old bread truck, crammed to the ceiling with utensils and clothes, and the sailplane, resting in its cradle on the cement floor.
"Are you coming, Kathy?" he called. His daughter was walking through the few small rooms where she'd grown up, "saying goodbye to our house.”
"Just a minute, Daddy. Why don't you sit in the glider? I'm sure it will miss this place, too. You built if here, remember?" Kathy's voice echoed in the bare rooms.
Mike sighed. He was used to women dawdling, and after three months of almost nonstop lovemaking, he considered his twelve-year-old daughter a complete woman. He lifted the shoulder straps from the cockpit, draping them outside the fuselage. Mike eased himself into the Spartan closeness and leaned back.
He couldn't see the door from his seat. The first he knew about Kathy's presence was the soft, moist sound of her feet on the cement. Her voice was husky when she spoke, barely hiding a giggle.
"I am the sky goddess," she intoned. "You may not look upon me without my say.”
Mike's loins pulsed. His lovely daughter acted out sensuous roles before long, special bed play. He thought of the night of his birthday, the week before.
"Close your eyes, mortal, or be blinded by my glory.”
Mike obeyed. His ears pricked up as Kathy padded around the bulbous, blunt nose of the glider. Even through the dust of moving, he caught a whiff of her cuntal aroma.
“Open your pants, lowly pilot, or I will wither your organs!" Mike spread the waist of his trousers. His cock stood like a hot iron bar in his crotch.
"You may gaze upon me now," Kathy ordered. Mike opened his eyes.
The little blonde girl stood on a chair in front of the glider. She wore a short black negligee and stockings. The soft strip of her meager pussy hair showed between the straps of her garter belt. Kathy spread her arms like wings and the diaphanous cloth rippled. She stepped down and moved toward her father.
Kathy reached for his ready tool. Her voice returned to its usual girlish tones. "You like my costume, Daddy," she stated. "I'm glad.”
"How do you think of these things?" Mike asked, "Who told you you were the sky goddess?" Her fingers were cool and smooth as they played along his cock.
"You did, in your sleep." Kathy bent over. Mike caressed the delectable mounds of her titties through the transparent black film. She moistened her lips and bathed his cockhead with saliva.
Chills raced along Mike's cock. He kneaded her firm tits harder and his blood surged. Kathy's slim fingers rolled his balls around. She straddled the glider. She bent down, leaning on the leading edge of the cockpit.
Mike stared at the creamy skin of his daughter's ass. The scrape from her fall had disappeared, though the bruise had lingered for weeks. He pulled the hem of the negligee up. The black velvet garters stretched tight over Kathy's delicious cheeks. Mike put his tongue to the wet crease of her pussy. The hair had spread a little, but not enough to hide the moist pink of Kathy's most sensuous flesh.
"Umm, you know I love that," Kathy hummed. "Your tongue makes my pussy feel so good!”
Mike drew Kathy's hips a little closer. His tongue raced under her body. The frilly petals of her pussy quivered at the lascivious touch. He touched her clitty with the tip of his tongue and Kathy ground her loins against his face.
Mike reveled in the sweet, musky heat of Kathy's pussy. He'd kissed and sucked the luscious morsel in every way, and always found new delights hidden in the lovely flesh. Mike never got over the sheer, intensity of her orgasms, or the constant loving caresses his daughter showered on him in their love making.
Mike slid his hands over her skin. There is nothing in the world as delicious as the firmness of a young girl's ass, he thought. Kathy's has to be the best!
"Please, now," Kathy urged. "Take me now, Daddy-I'm ready." Her voice quivered with lewd excitement.
Kathy felt her lusty heat overtaking her control again. She could never stand very much of her father's tongue before her pussy took over her reactions. She loved dimming for his kisses, but it made it hard to fit his thick cock into her cunny.
Kathy sat up, her thighs on the edges of the cockpit. She panted, looking over her shoulder at Mike. His dewy grin told her he was more than ready for her pussy.
Kathy hummed with heat. She wondered how to get to Mike's cock. Finally, she put her legs into the glider and settled down onto the rigid bar.
Mike purred as the exquisite flesh parted around his wand. Kathy's smooth asscheeka settled against his belly and he had to will the pre-cum tension to leave his balls. Her firm roundness excited him as much as the taste of her fantastic pussy.
Kathy rolled her ass, flexing first one cheek, then the other. Her cunt massaged Mike's prick. She moved up and down in tiny strokes, feeling the delicate pull of the cuntlips on her clit.
The glider was cramped, so slim that neither of them could open their legs. Mike felt the signs of his child's approaching cum. He put his hand into her crotch. He touched the wet skin of his juice-slicked pole, then fingered her little trigger.
Kathy shuddered with electric tension when Mike touched her clit. She sighed and leaned back against his chest. Her mind soared on the rising heat of her feelings.
Mike knew he couldn't hold off long, but it didn't bother him. His sensuous daughter had showed him reservoirs of cum he hadn't believed. The little girl was so erotically skilled that he could fuck her morning and night, and never run out of desire for her.
Kathy was melting around his impaling cock. She knew her father would cum soon, and she ground her ass against him. The little blonde girl loved the feeling of his pulsing release.
Mike put his free hand, on Kathy's pink-tipped tit. The rock-breaking sensation climbed higher in his crotch. Just as his tube began to squeeze the vital burst into Kathy, her voice sounded.
"Who says I'm not the sky goddess?”