Mary, cum dripping all over her pretty face, froze. She and Mike looked at each other in sudden fear.
"What was that?" Mary whispered. Her face was strained. She looked at the little watch on her wrist. "It couldn't have been Milt!”
Mike looked around, the Plexiglas skylight had illuminated them both. The curtain that separated them form the cab eddied in the slight draft that chilled the sweat on their skins. "I don't know what it was. Nobody could have seen us, though," he lied.
"Are you sure? I've had a feeling lately like I'm being watched." Mary shook her head. "Damn! I was all set to relax with you until you had to dress for your flight. Maybe tonight, if I can slip away from my husband… ”
Mike shook his head. "I don't think so." Mary's face fell. "No, no, Mary. I have a daughter to take care of, remember? I enjoyed the hell out of that sex just now, but I do have to spend time with Kathy, you know?”
At that moment, Kathy was running blindly away from the camper. Tears of jealous rage filled her blue eyes. I knew it! I didn't trust her, and I was right! Mary Jackson's just-just a, man-hungry tramp!
The picture she'd seen through the curling curtain burned into her brain: Mary's round knees on each side of her father's body and her red-painted fingernails digging into his buttocks.
How could he let that woman put her mouth on his… his penis! She's married to his friend-and she's so cheap and obvious! Oh, Daddy, WHY?
Kathy stopped running in the midst of the shoulder-high brush overlooking the drop-off into the valley. Details of the scene kept coming back to her, like Mary's white sweater and shorts on the floor of the truck. Kathy stood with her shoulders slumped, shaking with sobs.
Maybe she wasn't sucking him-but why were they both naked? She must have been doing it! She didn't- make Bob Williams bring his thing out last night, so why did Daddy?
I've got to do something. It's not fair for him to do that with that woman. Is it just because her titties are so big? He never ever messed around when Mom was alive!
Kathy was wrapped up in her thoughts. She hid her face in her hands and tried to think of a way to punish her father. Every time the picture of his hips thrusting at Mary Jackson flashed in her mind, Kathy shook with fresh sobs.
She sniffled quietly, opening her eyes to look out over the valley. Her face was streaked with wet, salty lines. She bit her lip and stood mute, casting through her mind for a weapon of revenge.
A hand touched her shoulder and Kathy jumped. "Kathy?”
She turned toward the voice. It was Bob Williams.
"You are Kathy Andrews, aren't you?" he asked. The young liquor heir had a troubled look on his face. His brows were furrowed with concern.
Kathy nodded, looking down at the ground. "Y-yes, I'm Kathy.”
"What's wrong? Can I do anything to help?" Kathy shook her head. When Bob tried to lift her chin so she would look into his face, she sobbed and threw her slender, twelve-year-old body against him.
"Hey, Kathy, come on," Bob said, patting her shoulders. "It's all right." The young man was baffled. The little girl's tears made him uncomfortable and he felt stumblingly awkward.
Bob Williams very seldom felt awkward. In the two years since his trust fund had matured, he'd been able to buy his way into more and more expensive hobbies. Five-eight and muscular, his curly brown hair never needed a comb. Women of every age swarmed over him. His salaried ground crew stayed in better rooms than many of the competitors, but he couldn't buy a way.to cope with the pretty child's tears.
Bob felt his alarm growing with his erection, Kathy pressed herself tight against him and he was afraid she would feel the stiffening cock against her belly. She'd just begun to sniffle instead of sobbing piteously against his shirt.
Kathy rested her head against Bob. She felt the man's prick extending, and her sniffles tapered off as an idea formed. With a cool hatred for her father's treachery, she raised her tear-streaked face and said, "Kiss me.”
Bob looked at her. Kathy seemed calmer, and her arms were clinging to his torso. The firm cones of her breasts molded against him. He didn't want her to start crying again, so he bent to her parted lips.
The salty taste of Kathy's tears lingered on her mouth. The palms of her hands flattened on Bob's back and she licked tentatively at his mouth.
Bob held her tighter. He let her tongue probe against his. The salty wetness of the little of the little girl's mouth made his prick harder than a crowbar. The languorous sensuality of her tongue movements surprised Bob. Her hips rocked, and he felt the blue-balled flash of last night's frustration.
He's really getting hard! Kathy felt a little twinge of fear as she rubbed up against Bob's thick weapon, but the image of Mary and her father came back to her. Her resolve jellied, harder than Bob's steely prick.
Bob Williams felt his balls simmering. He wondered what the slender blonde was doing. He had fleeting visions of Kathy's father, looking large and angry. He pulled his mouth away from the pretty girl's lips, but his cock still pounded furiously at his fly.
Kathy saw Bob starting to form a question with his lips. "Don't say anything," she whispered, and she tugged him down to the ground among the bushes. Her round blue eyes were serious. She ran her hand over the long swelling in his slacks.
The shrubs cut off the sounds from the glider-port. All the two people could hear was the whispering of leaves and their own heavy breathing. Kathy fumbled with Bob's zipper.
Her fine blonde hair trailed over her shoulders. Kathy stared at the frustrating fabric of Bob's underpants, then reached through the opening. He eased his belt to help her.
Bob was uncomfortable. He didn't think that anyone had noticed them standing near the drop-off, but he wondered why Kathy had taken charge so quickly. He was used to women being forward with him, but not twelve-year-old girls.
Kathy's fingers tingled. The sweaty heat of the stiff masculine wand surprised her. She pulled Bob's weapon out of the gap of his underwear and stared.
She'd had a quick glance of her father's cock when she'd surprised him, but Kathy had never studied a prick up close. The most she knew about the subject of cocks was that the boys at school laughed at each other and some of them got embarrassed when their pants bulged.
"It's so warm!" she exclaimed. "I didn't think it would be hot!" Kathy lifted the prick and touched it with her other hand. The film of sweat didn't surprise her-her own crotch stayed damp when she wore trousers, like today.
Bob lay on his back and watched Kathy's hands roam over his cock. She looked at the head and squeezed his shaft.
"I like the way it feels," she pronounced. "It's stiff, but the skin is really nice-like velvet." Kathy all but forgot about revenge on her father. She was fascinated by Bob's forbidden tool.
Kathy bent over his cock and Bob smiled. She was memorizing the wide flare of the head and the brownish ring of his circumcision scar. It seemed she would be able to draw a road map of the red-and-blue veins along his fleshy column from memory.
Kathy touched her fingers to the spongy knob of Bob's glans. "Ooh! That's kind of neat. It feels funny, but it's neat." She looked up at him with a serious concern. "You don't mind when I touch it, do you?”
Bob shook his head and smiled. "Not at all, Kathy." He thought, What in the hell am I doing here* This little chick's gotta be some kind of freak! I'm crazy if I stay here and let her mess around with my cock!
It does feel good, though. She's a sexy little thing, for being so thin and all. A pretty little girl like her isn't supposed to even think about men, but I guess they do. She's safer here with me, he decided.
Kathy opened Bob's slacks further. She was curious about the loose, hairy skin of his sac. It barely showed at the bottom edge of his fly. She reached in with two slender fingers.
"They're very sensitive," Bob said. Kathy turned quizzically and he added, "My testicles." She nodded and turned back to her journey of manual discovery.
Kathy's fingers pulled at the heat-slacked skin of Bob's scrotum. The sac was greasy with sweat, and his tight-curled pubic hair felt wiry. The mixed sensations, together with the musty smell of his crotch, fanned a little flame in Kathy's pussy.
"They're bigger than I thought they'd be," Kathy said in a low voice, fondling one of the walnut-sized ovoids. "And the way they roll around! They're hard to catch!”
"D-don't squeeze quite so hard, honey," Bob said after a sharp intake of breath.
"I'm sorry! I didn't hurt you, did I?" Kathy didn't turn to look for a sign from Bob. She went on, "I'd like to take a better look, but I don't guess you want to take your pants off here.”
"I'd love to, Kathy, but it's not a good idea. There's two hundred people around here!" Bob's voice showed the worry in his mind, but Kathy's cool fingers were stroking up and down the shaft of his prick.
Kathy leaned down onto one elbow. She stared at the single drop of fluid on the end of Bob's prick. The little blonde girl tightened her fist around his cockshaft and jacked slowly up and down. She wanted.to urge more of the milky stuff out.
"That's nice," Bob breathed. He could just see the swells of Kathy's tits through the collar of her work shirt. He touched her long, flaxen hair and Kathy stroked faster.
The drop on the end of Bob's virile lance swelled, then grew and shrank with Kathy's thin-fingered jackstrokes.
Kathy decided that the drop wasn't going to get any bigger. She leaned closer to the red-knobbed organ and opened her pink lips. Bob watched her head approaching his cock and tension knotted in his balls. He sat up, leaning on his elbows.
Kathy was elegant in profile. Her long, dark-tinted lashes fluttered. Her aquiline nose pointed just above Bob's cockhead, and shimmering blonde hair hid most of her face. Her two-handed strokes slowed and she extended her tongue.
Bob hissed as Kathy's cool tongue-tip contacted his glans. She licked at it with fluttering little strokes, scooping the single drop of fluid from his cumslit.
Kathy relished the slightly flat taste. She spread the drop, mixed with her spit, over the end of Bob's prick. The knob grew under her tongue, filling with blood.
The texture changed. All the little vestigial wrinkles flattened out, and the skin shined with her saliva. Kathy ran her tongue around the edge of the heart-shaped glans and pulled back just far enough to look at it.
"I like that. It tastes kind of strange, but I really dig the end of it moves!" She announced her pleasure as smugly as a visiting lecturer.
Kathy went down onto Bob's cock again. She carefully covered her teeth with her lips and stretched her mouth into a sensuous oval. Kathy let about half of the cockhead into the circle of her lips and bathed the end with the flat of her tongue.
Bob brushed Kathy's long hair back from her face. The picture of the slim youthful beauty slowly taking his weapon into her mouth was incredibly erotic. Her open jaw accentuated the hollows under her cheekbones. He watched as she pulled back, closing her lips with slight, gently sucking pressure.
Kathy opened further, slowly encompassing the whole saliva-slicked cockhead. Her pussy grew warm and moister with each careful abduction of Bob's meaty wand.
Is this what they call a blow job? It doesn't seem like I should blow. It just wants to be kissed and sucked-I can feel what it needs!
I wonder what Daddy's penis feels like. Do they all taste the same? Kathy drove the idea of Mary Jackson out of her mind and gave a deep suck on Bob's prick.
Kathy felt Bob's cock throb briefly with a surge of virile heat. She concentrated on keeping her even white teeth from scraping the soft skin of his glans.
"Oh, yeah, Kathy, suck on it-just like that, Honey," Bob murmured. "You're doin' just fine!”
Kathy gave the stalk of his wide-tipped rod a squeeze. She sucked up and down on it, feeling the flaring knob respond, filling her mouth.
Bob began to stroke with Kathy's bobbing head. The suction on his cock increased. Icy tingles made his sperm-charged balls lose the ache he'd carried since the night before.
Kathy loved the feeling. She'd gone from just a few glimpses of her father's erection to carefully examining Bob's rigid tool. Now she found one of the answers to the heat that thoughts of male hardness brought to her pussy.
Kathy's cunny sweltered in her pants. Her nipples were swollen, stiff against her work shirt. She locked her slender hands around Bob's cockshaft and squirmed, trying to scratch the lewd itch in her loins.
Bob saw that the little blonde was becoming more and more aroused. He reached down and touched the rubbery firmness of her conical titty.
The stiff nipple ground into his palm. The size and heat of that pink tip astounded him. Kathy's nipples were as big and hard as Mary Jackson's brown nuggets!
Bob fumbled his hand down the open neck of Kathy's shirt. He cupped the child's blossoming titty, and a surge of lust shot up his arm. Her baby-soft skin was smoother than parchment.
Kathy started humming with erotic joy when Bob rolled her nipple between his fingers. She twisted on the ground and undid her top button.
She returned her hand to Bob's prick. He rocked his hips as the couple squirmed around, prodding deeper into her suctioning mouth with his cock. His cockhead pressed against the swampy softness of her palate. The tiny vibrations of her humming supercharged Bob's raging prick. He wondered if he should pull out.
Kathy moved her head in circles. Her jaws were stretched so wide that the hinge ached. Even her teeth were alive with erotic sensation. She counted the lascivious bumping of Bob's cockhead against each of her molars.
Kathy wrapped her tongue around Bob's stroking knob each time he pulled it back. Saliva squirted in her mouth and escaped past the tight circle of her lips. She clung with fervent strength to the delightful rod. Her hands caressed the shaft and her pink, wet lips worked the loose skin up and down.
Her nostrils flared wide. Kathy's internal furnace needed more and more air to fuel the heat that engulfed her. The squeezing, nipple-twisting fingers on her breast sent sharp lances of heat from the little cone to her hungry cunny. She imagined how the cherished tool would feel in the grip of her virginal pussy. Kathy started to cum.
She sucked mightily on Bob's prick. Her thin body shook with internal contractions and Kathy pressed her little titty against Bob's hand. She hummed with lewd pleasure and gargled on the saliva that the pistoning cock drew from the soft tissues of her mouth.
Suddenly, Kathy felt a tremor pass along Bob's cock. The shudder ran through the shaft and Bob's glans pulled back. The knob contracted, then rammed forward and hot fluid filled her mouth.
Bob thrust his prick deep. The muscles clenched along his tube and jets of semen burst from his tortured cockhead. He grunted with the agonizing pleasure. He let go of Kathy's tit and grabbed her head, Bob's cum-spewing prick fucked repeatedly into her soft, gulping mouth.
Kathy swallowed the thick stuff as quickly as she could. There was no end to it. The stringy masses slimed her throat and the slender child almost gagged.
Bob pulled back. Only the head of his cock was inside Kathy's mouth. His pent-up charge of cream filled her mouth over and over. He felt her fingers on his balls and he moaned with the sudden, forceful squeezing.
The sheer volume of Bob's cum surprised Kathy. She sucked and licked at his pulsing prickhead, guzzling at the salty fluid. Her hand jacked at his cockstem, forcing more of the heavy cream into her mouth. Kathy pushed her head down onto the wand, swallowing deeply. The sensitive flat of Bob's glans rested on her hard-working tongue. A few tiny drops escaped from the corner of her mouth.
There's so much! I love the way it shoots into my mouth, when it first starts. I bet it would feel really sexy all over me!
Aw, it's almost all gone. It sure makes my mouth slippery.
Kathy tongued Bob's glans thoroughly, then let it out of her mouth. She turned around and looked at him. She held the still-hard shaft of his cock in her hand arid asked, "How soon will it do that again?”
Bob looked dazedly into her face. Kathy's eyes twinkled and her lips were half-parted. "I don't believe it! You just gave me the best, strangest blow job of my whole life, Kathy. My whole crotch is numb!”
Kathy smiled and gave his prick a squeeze. "I liked it. How soon can you make it shoot again?”
A shadow flashed over them and stopped Bob's answer. The first glider of the day was turning around to fly past again. It wasn't fifty yards away!