"Kathy! Where are you? It's time for dinner, Kathy!" Mike Andrews called. His heavy shoes crunched on the gravel.
Kathy looked around the corner of Bob Williams' trailer. Mary Jackson and Bob had left while the slender blonde was swept up in the throes of her first orgasm.
The twelve-year-olds first impulse was to hide from her father. Her wraparound skirt was all askew. She'd been leaning against the big trailer's tailgate, one shimmering thigh gleaming in the moonlight. She struggled to control her heavy breathing. Her pointed titties rose and fell with her fluttering gasps. Kathy felt the heat in her cheeks and wondered if her blush would show.
"Kathy? Come on, honey, this is no time to play hide and seek," Mike said. He stood between two rows of glider trailers, swiveling his head from side to side. His pretty daughter peered around Williams' rig. She recognized the pleading tone in his voice, and knew her father would get angry soon.
Kathy tugged at her skirt, trying to close the flaps neatly. Dam! I'll have to untie it, she thought. She took one step backward and pulled at the laces.
Kathy had to raise her sweater. Her navel showed as an inky dot of shadow above the black lace of her garter belt. Tiny goosebumps sprang up on her pale skin as the wind dried the thin film of perspiration. She opened the skirt, holding the ends out.
Her skin was white as marble in the moonlight. The small, dark-blonde patch on her pussy was a vertical mask for the tender slit. It hadn't spread to a womanly vee.
Kathy's black garters held her stocking tops in scalloped arcs. With her nylon-clad knees touching, a delicate oval space showed at mid-thigh and a tiny triangular tunnel gaped just under her pussy. The wind shot through the little gap and dried the remnants of her pussy cream.
Kathy laid one end of the skirt over and cinched a floppy bow in the laces at her waist. "Daddy, I'm not hiding," she said, pulling her sweater back down. "I was just looking at the valley and thinking about the contest. What did Mr. Jackson say?" She stepped into view.
Mike walked toward his thin, wraith-like daughter as he answered. "It's okay, nothing to worry about. Milt wouldn't tell me who protested us, but I had the certification from the Association. All we have to do is pass the regular tech inspection tomorrow and we earn the fifty-dollar protest fee.”
"Who would protest, Daddy? Everybody knows our plane's all right. None of the regular fliers would throw away their money before a contest.”
"Nobody has to tell, Kathy, but it doesn't matter. Fifty bucks will pay for the gas to get here and back." Mike Andrews put his arm around Kathy's shoulders and gave her a quick hug. "And it will buy us a very nice dinner tonight.”
In the restaurant, Kathy was very aware of the scent of her pussy. On the way to wash the smell off her hands, she saw Bob Williams dining with the Jackson’s. She couldn't help staring. Milt and Bob were arguing quietly, leaning over the table while Mary Jackson sat back. She looked smugger than a cat in a tuna cannery.
Kathy turned away when Bob Williams looked at her. She felt her ears burning as she rushed into the restroom. No! He couldn't possibly have seen me! They went around the other end of the truck!
Scores of people were already bustling around. Inspectors with clipboards checked off gliders. Flight crews waxed and assembled their machines. As always, Kathy was torn between watching the other competitors and helping her father.
Milt Jackson handed Kathy's father a check for fifty dollars as soon as the Andrews aircraft passed tech. He smiled and left to inspect the next sailplane in the long line.
Kathy covered up the cockpit, hoping to keep it cool until Mike's takeoff time. She squinted in the bright sun when she saw Mary Jackson approaching. Both men's and women's heads swiveled as Mary threaded her way through the inspection area.
The curvy brunette wore a thin white sweater that accented her swaying, braless breasts. The shadowed circles of her nipples showed darkly through the strained cloth. Her full, round thighs were evenly tanned, right to the high-arched hem of her white shorts. Her ample buttocks rolled fluidly in figure-eights and little wedges of pussy puffed beside the pants seam in her crotch.
Mary's waist was surprisingly slim. She was soft and feminine looking, from her impeccable hair and green, slightly tilted eyes to her small, high-arched feet. She walked up to the Andrews' glider.
"Mike, I have some information about that protest," she said in a low voice.
Mike Andrews straightened up. He'd been bent over, polishing his rudder to stretch the last bit of speed from the plane. He raised his dark eyebrows. "You dot What sort of information?”
Mary looked at her watch. "Your takeoff time is ninety minutes from now." She looked conspiratorially around at the other sailplanes. "We really shouldn't talk about it right here.”
Mike nodded. "Kathy," he said, handing her the can of aircraft wax, "would you mind finishing the tail? Mary and I will be in the van if you need anything." He looked hopefully at his daughter.
"I'll do it, Dad," Kathy answered. She took the wax and towels.
"Thanks, honey. I'll be back pretty soon," Mike added, "Do the canopy if you have time.”
A stormy look gathered on Kathy's delicate features. Her blue eyes darkened when Mary touched Mike's arm and tiptoed, trying to gain nine inches of height to speak into his ear. I don't trust her wiggly butt six inches. I don't see why he needs to know who protested. I'll protest her false eyelashes right off her face! Kathy set her lips in a tight pink line and waxed away with a vengeance.
"Let's go inside," Mary said when she and Mike reached the converted bread truck. "I don't want anybody to hear about this.”
Mike slid the passenger door back and waved the voluptuous brunette inside. "How come? What's the big secret?”
Mary stepped through the curtain into the back of the truck. She surveyed the cozy interior with a secretive smile, then turned to face Mike. She wet her full lips with the tip of her tongue and took a deep breath. Her fantastic breasts rose two inches into the air. "I arranged the protest.”
Mike's jaw dropped. "You? Why?" He grabbed the curvy brunette's shoulders.
"It's my husband." Mary raised her cool hands and touched Mike's wrists. His fingers dug into her soft flesh. Her eyes pleaded with him. "I needed some time to myself. He-he doesn't find me attractive anymore.”
Mike dropped his hands to his sides. He was baffled. He'd nursed a secret hard-on every time he'd seen the handsome woman. The cool touch of her small hand had instantly sent the fiery blood rushing to his crotch. "But why? Why did you protest me?”
Mary answered, "I didn't protest you-I had someone else file it. We picked you because you were sure to pass the inspection." Her eyes lowered. "Do… do you find me attractive?”
Mary Jackson gripped the sides of her sweater with her arms crossed. She pulled it over her head in one swift movement. "Well, do you?" she said defiantly. Her huge breasts bounced on her chest.
Mike's eyes widened. Mary's brown nipples were already erect. The rims were bigger than silver dollars and the points stood out an inch. Her waist was so sharply-nipped that she looked fragile, in spite of her immense bosom.
"Of course! I've thought about you before now-every man in the Association has!" Mike said.
Mary's lower lip stopped its tearful quivering and a ghost of a smile settled on her wide, sensuous mouth. She half-closed her slanted green eyes and held her arms up tentatively.
Mike leaned and took her into his arms. The heat of her titties flooded through his shirt. Her stiff nipples felt like sun-warmed pebbles against his chest. He bent to kiss her.
Mary's lips were soft and warm. She worked them tenderly against Mike's mouth, then slowly opened her lips in invitation.
Her mouth was warm, damp and fresh. Her tongue moved languidly, relishing Mike's invasion. She tasted cleaner than a high-mountain brook, and the soft jets of air from her nostrils simmered with her internal heat.
Mary slowly trailed her hands along Mike's ribs. She stopped at his belt, then smoothed one palm over the growing lump of his erection. She caressed the manly stiffness of his organ through the cloth, then pressed her soft belly against it.
She leaned back from the soul-stirring kiss. Mary licked her full lips again and looked soberly at him. "I need a man. We're both ready, and both old enough for me to tell you. I need your cock, Mike-I need it bad.”
Mike began unbuttoning his shirt. "It's been six years since Connie died. I-I haven't had much practice since then… ”
"Don't worry, Mike… there's plenty of time. Milt won't be looking for me for hours." She undid the white shorts and slipped them down her lush thighs. "I know you'll be good… I know it!”
Mary stood in front of Mike, dressed only in her cork-soled shoes and flame-orange panties. Random curls of dark brown hair, escaped at the top of the smooth double front panel. She turned and walked away, looking over her shoulder at Mike. The thin cloth of the bikini brief let the startling whiteness of her full, un-tanned asscheeks glimmer through. The deep cleavage between her buttocks was a dark stripe in the pastel opulence of her thin-clad ass. The full mounds rippled enchantingly with the high-heeled swaying of Mary's lascivious walk.
Mike shed his shirt and kicked off his shoes. He unleashed his powerful cockshaft and let his pants drop around his ankles. Mary's eyes brightened at the sight of the imposing weapon and he stroded toward her with virile determination.
Mike's lanky body was pale beyond the dark cut offs of his sleeves and collar. He couldn't afford the deep tan of Mary Jackson's leisurely life; he worked incessantly at his job or on his sailplane. The muscles in his wrists and back stood in well-defined symmetry, the unspectacular strength of a conscientious workman.
"No, no, not so quickly," Mary whispered when Mike grasped her. "I want to spend a long first time with you." She put her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest.
Mary's breasts were heavy and soft against Mike's belly. He caressed the smooth, evenly tanned skin of her back. Every part of the shapely brunette was as soft as velvet. Her luscious body radiated warmth like a candle.
Mary opened her lips and slowly extended her pointed tongue. She licked around the flat button of Mike's nipple, then her silky tongue lapped across the erecting tip.
Mike gasped. A hot contraction lanced down to his balls. Mary's lick at his nipple sent a feeling sharper than razors through his system.
Mary closed her eyes ecstatically when she felt the shudder of pleasure shake Mike's body. She licked his nipple again, then sucked the pencil-point tip into her mouth. She wanted him hotter than he'd been in his life.
Mike stroked her shoulders and back, then his palms caressed the outer sides of her sugarloaf tits. The springy flesh invited his hands to squeeze and touch all over her bountiful bosom. He looked down at her ecstatic face and kneaded the lush hillocks.
Mary pulled her mouth away. She stopped lavishing slippery attentions on Mike's nipples and enjoyed the feeling in her own stiff buttons. Pleasure filled both of the huge globes of her bosom and swelled her rubbery nipples almost to bursting.
"Oh my God, Mike! I love it when a man pays so much attention to my titties. They're more sensitive than anyone believes," she breathed. "I need to have men make love to them in every way.”
"They're fantastic," Mike husked. "They're so soft and your nipples are so incredibly responsive! I can hardly stand it!”
"Please kiss them. I want to feel you sucking my titties and squeezing them into your mouth," Mary pleaded. Her fingers ran over his face and twined in his sandy hair.
Mike put his hands under the heavy, high-standing mountains of her bosom and kissed the tops. Her skin glowed pink with the blush of lewd arousal and his lips left quick-fading dots on the delicious surface. He kissed every inch of the tops and buried his face in the deep softness of Mary's cleavage. With his eyes open, there were acres of tender, feminine skin to relish with his lips and tongue.
Mike bathed her titties with the flat of his tongue. Mary was slightly salty, and the masses of her bosom rose and fell more and more rapidly as he approached the brown berries of her nipples.
He teased her. He licked around each hard tip, barely rimming the dark circle of the aureole. The little bumps around the edges stood up sharply and the circles darkened with heat as he tempted her.
Mary pulled his head in against the tit he tormented. The nipple grazed his cheek as he twisted his head and grinned. He repeated her words chidingly: "No, no, not so quickly.”
"Please, please suck it, Mike! Don't tease me like this! I can't stand up much longer!" Mary whimpered. She tugged at his arm and led him to the overstaffed chair in the corner of the camper. She sat on the arm and held her stupendous breasts up to him, begging him to suck them with her gesture.
Mike knelt beside the chair and grabbed the offered breast. He circled the base of Mary's left tittie with both hands and drew it upward. Mike's fingers barely met at the top of Mary's imposing tit. He squeezed the soft mass and it bulged toward his face. Her satiny skin stretched tight over the end of the womanly mass and Mike took the nipple between his lips.
Mary gasped. Her pantie-clad cunny oozed steamy juices. Her sensitive nipple was harder than an acorn. Her blood pounded when Mike pulled at the erect tip with his teeth.
Mike Andrews toyed with the rubbery knot for long, excruciating seconds. His gentle gnawing and plucking became more forceful. He loved the slightly acrid taste of the delicious gland. He tongued the squared-off tip and took more and more of Mary's tight-stretched aureole into his mouth.
Mike opened his jaws as wide as they could go and sucked valiantly at Mary's breast. More and more of the mammary bounty filled his mouth. He stuffed the tit in with his encircling hands until his jaw-hinge ached. The soft mass of the beautiful tit-tie flowed into and around his mouth. His nostrils sank into the flesh while the spit-wet end of Mary's tit slid in and out of his mouth. The tough, resilient stiffness of her brown nipple slipped to the back of his mouth, leaving a trail of erotic sensation on his tongue and palate. The tip tickled into his throat, exuding a faint, thick musk that coated his tissues.
Even as Mike's teeth reddened furrows on Mary's breast, his hands kneaded the bountiful playground that couldn't be forced into his mouth. When he squeezed the soft weight of her lascivious breast with his hands, the mouth-filling end firmed and stretched like an expanding balloon. Mike gasped for air.
Mary's pussy was a steaming inferno. The pressing, mauling exertions that Mike lavished on her bosom inflamed the sensuous brunette. Her panties were sopping with her delicate feminine juices. She murmured ecstatic praise and held his head in her hands.
Mike pulled his mouth off of the Everest of titties. "You've got the best jugs in the world," he growled. "I never felt a tit like yours!" He put his strong hands on the outside of each billowing mound and pressed Mary's long, deep cleavage tighter.
"Oh-oh-oh! I-I'll cum that way! Mi-ike! I'll cum!" Mary panted. When he rolled her titties together, a bellows fanned the lusty furnace in her belly. Waves of heat gusted along her limbs.
Mike grinned savagely and bent his face down to her nipples again. He palmed her titties apart and dove between them. He rubbed the meaty softness of Mary's awesome cleavage around his head. Silken skin massaged his eyelids, his cheeks, his ears. A man could drown happily in tits like Mary Jackson's.
Mike rolled his head from side to side, then came up for air. Mary reclined on the broad arm of the chair. Her head lolled backward. Mike kneaded her bosom, then rolled the ends of her tits together.
Both brown nipples touched. He swooped down onto the erect pellets and sucked them simultaneously. His mouth widened to a near-grin. The softer, smoother skin of Mary's aureoles touched the corners of his lips. Mike sucked at the tip-touching buds of her nipples and lashed them with his tongue.
Mary gasped at the exquisite twin sensations. Her nipples became a hundred times more sensitive. The hot, wet feelings rebounded, echoing from one lush breast-tip to the other.
Mike gnawed at the responsive duo. His nose touched the hot, salty valley of Mary's cleavage. He licked alternately at the near edges of each dark corona, then curled his tongue around each nut-hard tip in turn.
His cock was stiff as an iron bar. Just the sight of Mary's opulent, well-tanned pair had brought it to attention. The actual touch and taste of her voluptuous breasts made his prick pound with swollen heat.
Mike kept working his hands in lewd circles on the luscious outer curves of Mary's bosom. Her tender flesh was damp with a salty film of sweat. He sucked hard at both nipples and felt them point toward his throat like little compasses. He licked between them and Mary's body jerked.
"Ooh, baby, no more, please! Uh-uh, no!" Mary gasped. She writhed on the arm of the chair. The aroma of her pussy filled the back of the camper.
Mike wasn't about to stop. Mary's delightful nipples responded so joyously that he wanted to play with them all day. He speared his tongue into the resilience of her aureoles again and again. He smelled Mary's eagerness, and kept lancing his tongue between the raw-nerved tips of her nipples. He mauled and sucked at her titties until the voluptuous brunette lay quivering on the arm of the chair.
Mary went out of her mind. A continuing orgasm rocked her. She didn't know or care if it centered in the wet furnace of her pussy or in her fire-lashed breasts. The soul-wrenching pleasures flowing in her bosoms were the center of her universe. She melted into a pool of impassioned jelly, rippling around the incandescent points of her nipples. She whimpered ceaselessly and tears of relief leaked from her green eyes.
Mike finally released her nipples, pulling at her arm. Mary sat up dumbly, a hound-like look of exhausted adoration on her face. The brunette wobbled slightly-the chair arm pressed against her puffy labia when she rose.
Mike stood in front of Mary and grasped her arm. She turned on the chair and her eyes widened at the sight of his towering prick. A sudden realization hit her like a fist when Mike lifted one heavy tit in each hand.
"Oh, yes, fuck me there! I want your cock on my titties," Mary begged. "Please do it! I'll make you cum so good, Mike!" She leaned forward.
Mike bellied up into her cleavage. A milky drop of stuff filled the slit of his urethra. He clamped the pillowy vise of Mary's bosom around the shaft of his cock.
"Can you cum this way, Mary?" Mike panted. "I love these tits, but I'll shove it into your cunt if you want.”
"I'll cum, baby… I've been going off for a long time. Just fuck my boobs like that and I'll cum." Mary looked up to where Mike stood over her and made a long, slow, licking movement with her tongue. He bit his lip at the sight, and Mary stared at his cock.
The head of his prick was already flaming crimson. Mary put her hands over his on her tits and helped him squeeze. She could almost reach the swollen knob with her tongue on the upstroke.
Mary felt his long thrusts quicken. Her pulse pounded faster and faster. She saw that her tits glistened with sweat, but Mike's cockhead never disappeared between them. The bony side ridges of his thick shaft made the tissues of her bosom vibrate, but Mary wanted to feel the spongy, sensitive sides of his glans. She tried to lift her titties to surround it.
"Not wet enough," Mike gasped. Mary watched the plunging strokes and felt her cunt juice soaking through her panties. She moved her hands to Mike's pumping ass and gathered saliva in her mouth.
Mary worked her tongue for long seconds, bringing the froth out of the soft warmth of her mouth. She watched the rhythmic rise and fall of Mike's cock head, just out of reach of her tongue. Mary dug her sharp fingernails into Mike's ass, lengthening his upstroke. She let a big wad of foamy spit drool over his prick.
"God! Do that again," Mike said. The sudden wet warmth shocked him and a tremor raced through his balls.
Mary gathered more spit and reveled in the sensation. With her tits wetter, Mike pulled the wide head of his prick down into he clinging valley of her tits. Mary pressed herself against him harder. His cockbush rubbed her sore nipples and she started cumming again.
Mary's forehead pushed against Mike's belly. She watched the rapid appearance and disappearance of his glistening knob and drooled her saliva down onto it again. Her hands clawed at his ass, spreading the tense cheeks.
Mike fucked harder and faster. Mary's tits were warm and wet, and the immense softness caressed his balls on every long upstroke. The tubes in his sac coiled tighter than clocksprings and Mary spit a third time.
His cock exploded. A thick jet of semen met the slippery string of her saliva and blasted into Mary's face. He pulled her tight against his groin, and milky seed splattered on her throat, her lips, her forehead. He felt the orgasmic power of her ass-clawing fingers, and his hips jerked until his balls were drained. His knees weakened and Mike faltered, just as gravel scraped outside.