Kathy Andrews stared at the impassioned couple. Mary's lascivious motions and Bob's oral attack on the short, curvy woman amazed her. A funny feeling started to build up in her pussy.
Kathy stood, bent from the waist. She watched Bob Williams' face dive against Mary's pussy until the capricious breeze flipped her short denim skirt up, baring her garter-crossed little buttocks. She pushed it back down, but the wind chilled her blonde-tufted cunny. Kathy felt a moist tingle in her pussy, and put her hands through the opening in the front of her wraparound skirt.
The little blonde girl hadn't touched her pussy in years. Her dead mother had told her it was bad when Kathy was little more than an infant, so the girl had only recently begun to check the growth of her flossy pubic hair.
I'm just going to keep the cold out while I watch them, Kathy told herself. That can't be wrong.
Her dark stocking tops and an inch of black garter showed behind. The little skirt flapped occasionally in the wind. Her fingertips were visible, if anyone had been watching.
I wonder if my titties are going to get as big as Mary's. She's only about an inch taller than me, but she's a lot bigger all over. She usually dresses kind of fat, but she sure doesn't look that heavy with her clothes off!
Kathy imagined Bob Williams licking at her own pussy. Her early upbringing told her that it was disgusting, but Mary Jackson was obviously enjoying it. Her fingers moved a tiny bit on her pussy.
Even with the wind coolly caressing her naked buttocks, Kathy felt a strange warmth growing in her loins. She had started by trying to warm her pussy, but now her pussy warmed her hands.
My nipples are poking out! They aren't cold in this sweater, but they're standing up anyway! Kathy rocked her shoulders from side to side and felt sharp twinges of pleasure shoot through the strawberry buds.
When Kathy moved her shoulders, her hands twisted, ever so slightly, on her downy labia. A tiny moistness, like condensing steam, dampened her fingers.
The feeling that had started when she inspected her pussy hairs in the van grew. Goosebumps sprang up on her nylon-clad legs. Kathy realized that she liked the touch of the flapping cloth of her dress as it caressed her little buttocks. She was glad that she'd been too rushed to remember fresh panties.
Kathy squeezed her mons gently. There's a little part up at the top that seems to be growing. I think my whole pussy is swelling up! It feels hind of puffy and hot. I think I like it!
Kathy held her skirt open with one wrist and rubbed her labia with her other hand. She still peered at Bob and Mary, not twenty feet away. Kathy watched Bob's hands roving over the voluptuous woman's body, and the little blonde licked her lips.
What's happening to her voice? She really must love that, the way she's pushing his head against her pussy.
"Oooh!" Kathy breathed. She spoke softly to herself. "Is that my clitoris? It's so-so stiff and it feels super!" She spread her labia and tickled the damp little button. The sudden delightful increase in the wind chill told her that each tweak made her pussy moister.
Kathy heard a quiet, high-pitched humming. She perked up her ears before she realized it was her own excited, girlish voice. She touched the fuzzy lower part of her mons and ribbons of sensuous joy unrolled inside her pussy.
She watched Mary Jackson slide down the side of the trailer, but the novelty of the feelings in her own body became more important. Kathy pressed softly on the end of her pink clitty. Her eyes widened. The sensitive organ deflected, and when it moved to the side, the friction of her moist inner pussylips sent a thrill up her spine.
Kathy explored the little ridge, rolling it under her finger. She aroused every nerve, from the rounded tip to the very base. Kathy could hear her pulse accelerating as the rushing blood reddened her ears.
She watched Bob lifting Mary. The busty woman hung by her knees from his shoulders, but it was like a shadow-show compared to the rising flood of sensations in Kathy's loins.
I'm really getting hot! I'm all sweaty, and my pussy's oozing wet stuff. Even my nipples feel different-they almost hurt, but they hurt so good! It's really neat-why did Mom tell me not to touch myself?
Kathy reached down further, touching the oily moisture that welled in her vagina. Her fingertip touched a sensitive nerve just inside the rim of her little hole, and Kathy felt her pussy squeeze tight. Her fingertip popped out.
More novel sensations bloomed in Kathy's body. She'd found the secret well of the thick sauce, and the quick contact with the slick skin teased another fine droplet out. She moved her slippery fingertip around in a tiny circle, and something like a little flash-bulb popped in her brain.
The newest feeling, Kathy's forbidden vaginal thrill, was as clear and bright as a miniature laser. It jumped straight from her cunny to her brain, and every muscle in Kathy's slim body popped to attention or a millisecond.
My word! Does that happen to every girl's pussy? How come none of my girlfriends ever mentioned it?
She pushed her fingertip into the constricted hole again, and wiggled it. The creamy fluid coated her finger as she moved it slowly in and out. Long snakes of lewdness crawled along her nerves, putting hot and cold chills on her skin.
Kathy caressed the edges of her puffy, pink-creased mons. Slow touches up and down the downy-flossed softness made Kathy feel decadently lascivious. Gentle, unhurried movements around and in her pussy warmed Kathy, despite the breeze that kissed her exposed buttocks.
I could do this forever. It makes me feel so toasty inside! I feel so luxurious-I wish I could lie down and play with my pussy all night! I don't even care what Bob and Mrs. Jackson do… nothing could ever be this good!
Kathy spread her pussylips with her thumb and middle finger, seeking a little more room for her index finger in the smooth, wet mouth of her vagina. Her moving hand touched the fragile petals of her inner labia and Kathy cooed under her breath.
The thin, studious little blonde was comfortably exploring her pussy with her fingers, still looking in the direction of Bob and Mary. She wasn't watching them as closely; in fact, she closed her eyes from time to time to concentrate better on the floating warmth in her loins.
Suddenly Kathy hissed. Her breath whistled in, chilling her even white teeth. Her wet fingertips had touched the tiny, rounded end of her clitoris again and a little spark jumped to her spine.
The shock of feeling was as cold and white as dry ice. When her finger snapped involuntarily away, Kathy felt as if she should have tendrils of smoke curling up from her pearly button.
The slow, comfortable warmth of her explorations leaped. It focused sharply on her clit. Even the slim digit in her vagina sent hot signals to the alert little nubbin.
Kathy touched her clitty again. She was ready for the sensation this time, but the intensity surprised her anyway. The little spike was harder now than when she'd touched it before, and much more sensitive. Her vagina clamped down on her questing finger, spitting it out like a cherry pit.
Kathy brought the juice-slicked tip of that probing finger up to the little fold that surrounded her love-button. The hot energy in her cunny leaped higher as she slid the fingertip across the nerve-filled end.
It's like a ladder! Every different touch makes me go up higher and higher! The whole world falls away when I rub my clitty!
Kathy stood up straight, ignoring Mary's orgasmic wiggling on the gravel. Her pussy and the feelings that shot to every corner of the little girl's body were all that mattered. She opened her skirt-front completely, holding the flaps back with her elbows, Kathy's hands covered the short new hairs on her cunny. Only creamy white thighs and velvety black garter straps showed between Kathy's coffee-colored stockings and her smooth belly.
The points of her little breasts poked through the powder-blue pullover. Kathy seemed to have two tiny party hats on her chest, stretching the wool. Her fine, flaxen hair floated in the breeze, and the bright moonlight turned it into a silver halo around her face.
"Oooh," Kathy breathed, her lips in a tight circle. "I can't… can't believe it!”
She rolled her erect clitty between thumb and forefinger. Her ears burned and her nipples felt the fine wool of her sweater so sharply it seemed like sandpaper. Her love-organ felt as thick and hard as a pencil stub. Near-painful jolts of sensation seared her nerves with laser-like intensity.
Kathy kept toying with the swollen cum-trigger. Her knees felt watery, as if she couldn't stand much longer. The sheer strength of the feeling slowed her fingers, but Kathy refused to stop. It was becoming too much for her to take, and far too much for her to refuse.
Her slender hips rocked in the primitive rhythm of sustained intercourse. Kathy's fingers mauled her clitty unmercifully. She raised one hand to her face and bit her wrist. Her head bent forward. Kathy cupped her soft little breast in her palm.
What am I supposed to do? What's happening in my body? Nothing ever felt so good, and it's so strong I'm afraid of it! Kathy whimpered, and tears leaked from the corners of her round, blue eyes.
But I need it! I can't stop doing this now! It keeps changing, and the feeling is so big that I'm all filled up with it. God, oh, Mommy, is this why you said…?
The icy heat in her belly took a quantum leap, and Kathy gasped. Her thoughts lost all coherence. Her fingers worked faster at her love-bud, beyond her control. The twinkling digits plucked and tweaked at her blonde-fuzzed cunt. Her other hand stole down from the aching mound of her girlish titty.
Kathy put one fingertip into her sopping hole, then another. She stretched the tissues until the first joint of each finger wedged in. She willed her hands to work together. Two fingers wiggled in her vagina, thrusting in and pulling out in counterpoint to the rolling, twisting, plucking pressure on her clit.
The flashes of light that had zipped along Kathy's nerves came closer and closer together. They changed from flashbulb visions to a deep, ocean-like roar in her mind.
A nest of new feelings centered in her lower belly. Kathy felt the flowing object grow and contract with each move of her pussy-wet hands. It was a bright, strong part of her body that she'd never known before, but it seemed familiar as it pulsed.
The new center drew energy from her cuntal opening, but the greatest part of its power flowed from her clitoris. Strands of heat stretched from her pussy to the knot in her belly, then connected to every muscle and nerve in her body. Kathy was aware of her nose and ears, her fingers and her clenching toes. Her flesh was totally involved in the hot jewel that flamed in her guts.
Kathy sobbed. Her tortured clit had given all its electric pulsations to the expanding knot that quivered on the floor of her pelvis. Her slender fingers couldn't wrestle another millimeter into her tight cunny. She dripped with vital, musky juices, and the wind dried them on her thighs. Tears welled in her blue eyes.
Her fingers slowed. Kathy stopped pulling at the pencil-stub segment of lusty flesh. Her fingers matched the native rhythm of her rocking hips.
The knot blossomed. Pink and meaty-feeling, sensations grew inside the little blonde girl's loins. Slow and lascivious petting, not the frantic hurry of her earlier frenzy, made the marvelous sensation change into a fuller, deeper warmth.
"Oh, yes," she whispered. Kathy caught a whiff of her heavy, female smell. She nodded, and lovingly caressed her pussy.
The pelvis-centered feeling seemed to turn slowly around, rolling and snowballing inside Kathy's flat belly. The rolling, grinding beat of her hips grew more sensuous. Beautiful, warm images of childhood pleasures floated in her mind, from the secure look of candy-cane wallpaper to the furry comfort of stuffed toys.
A languorous ocean of warmth swept Kathy up. She floated on soft waves that billowed with the incessant rocking of her hips. Her limbs' moved leadenly, but they felt light as floating feathers. She smiled and bit her lip, thinking of the shimmering of a peacock's fan.
The feeling was soft, lulling her. Kathy cruised higher than her father's glider, soaring, the swelling fullness of her cuntal sensations.
Kathy was relaxed, only her hips and hands moving. More energy flowed in her. The burgeoning feeling swept her up and her bottom began moving a little further with each rolling stroke.
Kathy had floated to the top of a steeple of profane pleasures. She felt herself teetering on the peak and knew that the fall was inevitable. She lingered, wanting the bounteous comfort of the very peak to continue.
Kathy began to struggle to keep her lofty, sensuous perch. High and warm, she balanced, staying up by pressing her clitty harder, forcing her fingertips further into her cunt. She felt sweat spring out on her forehead. It was work, hard, strenuous labor, to hold herself over the abyss.
One last hard, slippery push at her clit knocked Kathy over the edge. All the energy that had swelled the feeling in her belly escaped at one time. Her arms and legs twitched. In a sudden shock, falling into overwhelming pleasure, Kathy realized what Mary had said. Her hands prodded at her cunt, accelerating the final plunge into her orgasmic release. Mary Jackson's words echoed in her brain:
I'm cumming!