It's Daddy, Kathy thought when she saw the three blue bands on each wing. Her heart stopped, then pounded with relief. The registry number was different than her father's.
Bob stuffed his half-hard cock back into his pants. The sailplane turned, almost standing on a wingtip. Bob and Kathy could see into the cockpit clearly enough to pick out the pilot's features.
The pilot was more interested in finding rising air than any lewd actions on the brush covered cliff top. He flew back along the drop off only twenty feet above the reclining couple.
"We'd better go back separately," Bob said. He touched the drops of semen on Kathy's chin, wiping them off with a fingertip. He looked guiltily around. "You don't feel like crying any more, do you?”
Kathy swallowed and looked at him. "No, I don't think so." She fastened the undone button of her shirt. "My throat's all puckery. If I ever do that again, I'm gonna bring something to drink afterward." The little blonde stood and dusted off her jeans. "I'll see you later, maybe.”
"Uh, yeah! I'll be looking for you," Bob said. He didn't know what to think of Kathy's quixotic mood changes. He watched her shapely little ass swing out of sight. He waited a few minutes in the brush, wondering. Where were all the little girls like her when I was her aye?
It took Kathy some time to walk back to the inspection area. She brooded again about her father and Mrs. Jackson. The little girl had run farther than she remembered. Kathy bypassed her Dad's sailplane to go to the camper.
Next time I won't let it go off in my mouth, she mused. It tastes like that joke gum. I can hardly even spit!
The feeling sure is neat, though. I love the way that 'ol penis swells up when I suck at it. I get hot just thinking about how that feels when I lick it, and the way it's so warm in my hands. If there was some way where I didn't have to taste that junk…
Maybe Daddy's tastes different. I bet Mary Jackson would know-she probably knows how they all taste. I wonder how I can keep her away from my father…
Kathy knocked on the side of the camper, then let herself in with her key. She took a bit of the lemonade from the ice chest and rinsed the cum out of her mouth.
"Kathy!”
The little blonde jumped six inches into the air. She gulped the mouthful of lemonade down.
"Where've you been?" her father asked sternly. "I've been looking for you for the last half hour. It's almost time for my flight!”
"I was over by the drop-off, Daddy. I finished waxing everything, and I didn't want to bother you and Mrs. Jackson, so I took a walk." She hoped no traces of Bob's cum showed around her mouth.
Mike Andrews looked at his daughter's tear-streaked face. He reached for her shoulder and asked, "What's wrong, honey?”
Kathy twisted away. "Nothing, Daddy, really." The shapely little blonde leaned over the sink and splashed water on her face. The towel muffled her voice when she added, "What did Mrs. Jackson want?" She stood with her face covered and her shoulders tense.
Mike looked gravely at her rigid back. That noise must have been Kathy. How much did she see? My God! If she saw we fucking Mary's tits… No wonder she was crying. His heart fell. He started to reach for her, but thought better of it. His hand went back to his side.
"Mary is a very troubled woman," he began. "I don't even know if I should tell you this, Kathy.”
His slender daughter dropped the towel and spun around. Her blue eyes were round and cold. "Why not? I'm not a baby any more, Father." Kathy threw her shoulders back and the jutting cones of her titties proved the point.
An incestuous urge flared in Mike's loins. His daughter's sudden defiance shocked him while it spurred forbidden lust. His cock stirred.
"Mary and Mr. Jackson are having trouble," Mike stammered. He felt trapped. He didn't want to look into Kathy's hard eyes, but each time he saw the equally hard tips of her breasts, he choked up. Mike gave Kathy a sketchy outline of the protest-filing. His voice trailed off before he mentioned the steamy sensuality he'd shared in the camper with busty, horny Mary Jackson.
Kathy glanced from her father to the armchair in the left rear corner of the old truck. He seems to be more upset than he should be. Even if Daddy knows I saw him with her, he wouldn't act like this. He's been out real late on dates before… he gets real lonesome for Mom.
Mike followed his daughter's eyes. He looked abruptly at his watch and rasped, "It's almost take-off time, Kathy. We'd better move it.”
Kathy felt saddened by Mike's avoidance of his encounter with Mary Jackson. She thought about the hot sensation of sucking Bob's cock. She felt she'd somehow betrayed Mike, but she cherished her new-found knowledge of Bob's spurting virility. Confused, the little blonde girl moved closer to her father.
Mike hesitated briefly, then put his arm around his willowy daughter. He wondered what was going through Kathy's mind.
They walked silently to the sailplane. Mike squeezed Kathy's hand reassuringly as they rolled the glider to the staging area on its single wheel. Mike climbed in while two officials held the wingtips.
Kathy watched somberly as her father fastened the heavy safety belts. She handed him the shoulder straps and felt a thrill run up her arms at the touch of his fingers. With the canopy still back, Kathy's blue eyes searched into her father's face.
She leaned over him. A runner attached the towrope to the hook on the glider's nose. Mike pushed a red lever forward to lock the line in place.
"Good luck, Daddy," Kathy said. She put her pale, slender hand on his shoulder and kissed him full on the lips.
Kathy plunged her tongue into her father's surprised mouth. A weeping ache glowed inside the little blonde. All the burning tenderness she felt for her father poured into her lips and flowed like electricity between them.
Mike's prick strained at the nylon belt over his loins. His hands tightened on the controls. He gazed dumbly at his daughter as she slammed the canopy forward. His fingers felt like so many numb sausages as he latched the clear bubble. He watched her run to the left wingtip and take it from the man who'd helped balance the plane. His whole body shook uncontrollably. He raised his thumb to signal the towman.
Kathy's long, fine hair flowed in the wind. She ran, holding the wingtip, until the glider stabilized itself. She mouthed, "I love you Daddy," to his watching eyes and let go.
Kathy stood on the bumpy dirt of the runway and watched her father climb steeply into the clear air. I'm out of breath! I never got so winded helping a takeoff before, Kathy brooded. Her heart pounded as she walked slowly back to the old bread truck. She closed the door and the skylight and sat in the dimness. It was warm in the truck. No air stirred while Kathy sat there, biting her lip and wondering why she'd kissed her father so lasciviously.
Kathy felt tense, almost grouchy. She stood up, then strode back and forth in the steel enclosure. It would be hours before she heard from her father.
Kathy folded her thin-padded bunk down from the wall. She lay down on it, then rolled onto her face. A lewd itch grew in her pussy.
The little blonde rubbed her pubic arch against the mattress. She thought of the brief glance she'd had that day of her father's naked buttocks. She felt beads of sweat springing out on her skin and she sat up to remove her shirt.
Kathy's breasts flattened out when she shrugged the blue work shirt off. Her toothsome little nipples were poking out. They grew in heartbeat jumps. The perfect cones of her titties jiggled as she brought her arms forward again.
The dimness inside the truck muted the rare-beef pink of her aureoles. Kathy looked down at the twin peaks of her titties and touched her nipples. She smiled at the sudden wrinkling of the coronas. She stood barefoot and undid the waist of her jeans.
Kathy's breasts grew faintly longer when she bent to strip off her pants. She smoothed her hands over her long, curving thighs and straightened up.
Kathy's lacy bikini briefs clung to her pussymound. She looked around the camper. Her mouth ovaled open unconsciously. She put her tongue out, cupped suggestively, thinking of hot, masculine meat filling her oral needs.
The slender blonde raised her hands to her breasts. She cupped the delicate mounds from beneath, leaving her erect nipples showing like pink decorations on hillocks of whipped cream. The black lace of her panties let the shocking white of her skin peek through.
Kathy stalked back and forth like a tigress. She squeezed her bosom into little hemispheres, then released the delightful masses. Her ribs showed when she opened drawers and cupboards. The long, soft muscles of her legs stretched in erotic lines as Kathy went on tiptoe. She looked for something, anything, that could help the steamy hunger in her cunny.
Her buttocks gleamed through the briefs. They were two matched globes that rolled and tautened with her movements. The valley between them was wide and shallow, but her hips had begun to widen into a nubile cradle.
"Damn!" she muttered. "What do I need?" Horny tension built up inside the slender twelve-year-old. Her blonde-furred pussy moistened. Kathy crossed her thighs and rubbed them together. She drew a little more dampness from her vagina with the pressure.
Kathy stood still in the middle of the camper, then slipped off her black panties. She dropped them on the bunk and walked to the big armchair.
She sat with her legs open. The little strip of blonde hair on her cuntal lips showed like a vertical smudge on her white skin. Kathy looked down into her loins and plucked at the soft growth. She compared it with the rich fullness of Mary Jackson's bush.
Mine's not even long enough to curl! The little hairy all grow in toward the middle and they only bend a little. I do have little traces around them, though. I s'pose that will get thicker, too.
It sure is a lot softer than Bob's hair. His is all tangled and fang. I wonder if it would help if he combed it. Kathy grinned.
The little blonde girl got up and found her comb and hairbrush. Kathy brought them back to the chair. She put her knees over the arms of the chair and preened her pussy. Kathy combed both sides of her dewy, golden muff in, carefully overlapping the hairs.
That feels nice. There's just enough to make a little ridge over the middle. I kind of tickles when it pulls, and the skin stands up in little goosepimples around every hair. Kathy stared intently at her pussy and stretched her legs open a little further.
She decided her thin shock of pubic hair would look better with a part, so she started combing from the center outward. Soon, two curving waves of blonde hair arched out, leaving the pink line of her crease pouting in between.
Umm, that feels even better, Kathy told herself. A little triangle of wrinkly, wet-pink flesh peeked through at the top of her crevice. My labia are swelling up! The little trigger in there is getting ready-I can feel it getting stiffer and stiffer!
Kathy touched one fingertip to her tongue and reached down to her pussy. She touched the puffy tip of the peaking inner labia and hummed with soft pleasure.
The little blonde girl slipped the back edge of the comb between her pussylips. She trailed the thin black rubber corner upward, into the meaty triangle at the top of the crease. Her still-dry labia stuck to the object, and it moved in little vibrating jerks. At the end of the delicate crevice, the comb pulled her inner labia up and out, and a feathery thrill raced through her.
"Mmm, yes! That's starting to do it," Kathy whispered. She licked her fingertip and spread the saliva between the lips of her pussy. The smooth inner skin of her privates blossomed around the slick digit and her pulse leaped.
Kathy put the corner of the comb in again, just above her vagina. She moved it more quickly, and the edge just touched her clitoris. She squeaked and jerked the comb out. A spasm of pleasure made every muscle in her body vibrate like a harpstring.
Kathy put her fingertip into her vagina. Her clitty was far too sensitive to start with so soon. She felt the moist tissues cling to her finger as she pressed it in, and Kathy pressed "her palm against the swell of her upper labia.
The stiff ridge of her little love-button tingled under the pressure. Kathy thought of the hot stiffness of the cock she'd sucked that day and her pussy gushed more sweet dew. Her sphincter tightened around the solitary, wiggling finger. She yearned to feel the rigid strength of a man's prick spreading her inner flesh.
Kathy slid down further in the chair. She moaned. Her pussy grew warmer. The need inside it grew. Her shoulders were lower than her wide-flung knees and the firm spires of her titties canted outward on her chest.
Kathy pulled her finger out of her vagina. Her clitty sent fiery messages to the oozing well of her hole and she rubbed the sides of her labia with both hands.
Kathy wanted more sensation. Her love-trigger had poked its little tent of flesh outward at the upper end of her cuntal crevice. She ran a slippery fingertip along the slick floor of the tight valley and little tears welled up in her china-blue eyes.
She thought of the hard taper of the fleshy column beneath Bob's wide-flared cockhead. Kathy imagined it compressing, the barbed sides narrowing to an intent point at the gate of her pussy. She wanted the curving length of his manhood to probe the secrets of her female depths. She rubbed harder at the tapering swell of her labia.
Kathy tried forcing two fingertips past the rubbery membrane of her hymen. She wiggled the slender joints, coaxing more thick juice from her vaginal walls. She felt the flesh stretch a little, but her mounting excitement made the ring of muscle clamp down.
Kathy moved her hand in and out. Her sphincter had locked onto the juice-slicked digits, and a little circle of skin moved in and out with her fingers. She pulled, and the flesh followed, pushing out like a soft pink volcano, then it cratered in again with her push.
Kathy rolled her hips on the cushion of the chair. She spread her pussylips with her other hand. The inner labia showed pink, still trying to cling shyly together. The edges of the little pussylips weren't smooth, like the outer swell; they were softly scalloped, as frilly as the petals of a prize flower. They fluttered, curling as Kathy's fingers came out, then straightening as the girl tried valiantly to reach further into herself.
Kathy grunted as she tried to pierce the-protective toughness of her cherry. It hurt a little bit, but not as much as the frustration did. She felt there was something in there, some new and valuable thrill. Kathy wanted desperately to reach it, but her own body foiled her.
Suddenly Kathy was inspired. Sweat was already covering her white skin in the tight closed truck when she reached for her brush.
The brush had a semicircle of white bristles, but Kathy cared only about the curving nylon handle. The plastic was not as wide or as long as Bob's cock, but the end was rounded and the form-fitting handle had an identical slow arch to it.
Kathy picked up the white plastic implement and looked at it. Her blue eyes widened and her lip trembled. It looked rather threatening.
The little blonde girl took a deep breath. Her breasts stood bravely out. She wrapped her hand around the bristles and brought the end of the handle to the rim of her vagina.
Kathy spread her labia once again. She gasped at the cool hardness of the plastic on her hot, wet flesh. She tried a tentative poke, then rolled the brush around in a circle. The corners of the squared-off oval entered in fractions of an inch.
Kathy looked down at the white plastic tool. She pulled the sides of her cuntrim open with her fingers and felt the end wedge into the tight sphincter. She didn't relax or slack the pressure. The curve of the shaft was turned the wrong way, ready to arch to the side of her channel. Kathy twisted it, and the spreading flesh twinged.
"Oh!" Kathy gasped. The swiveling, stretching movement hurt her virginal pussy, but it made the juices flow faster. The nerves around the mouth of her cunny thrilled with the sensation.
Kathy pushed the handle further, feeling it come up against the same rubbery wall that had stopped her fingers. She withdrew the weapon a fraction of an inch and pushed inward again.
The tight-stretched slickness of her inner labia pulled at her erected clitoris. Kathy felt the tiny gush of fresh juices with the silky touch. She wondered if a little more moisture would make the long, slow effort of penetration any easier.
Kathy licked her fingers. The thick, salty taste of her own pubic juices was like wine to her. She caressed one nipple with a spit-wet finger, then teased at her clit.
Waves of icy sensation rippled from the sensitive button. Kathy pressed on the end of her delicate trigger, then rolled her fingertip around and around in the little pocket of flesh that hid the button. She moved the hairbrush in and out in time with her swiveling finger.
Cuntal juices flowed from Kathy's vagina, trickling over her rectum. The warm moisture caressed the puckered rosebud, and Kathy's excitement grew.
Kathy put both hands around the spiky bristles of her brush and caught her upper labia under her slender wrists. She levered up and down with the handle, seeking the center of her secret channel. She rolled her hips, pointing her pussy up toward the ceiling.
Kathy pressed against the hymenal membrane and withdrew. The pain was dissolving under the cascading heat that flowed from her clit. She pushed and probed at the rubbery ring, working the brush like a jack handle, up and down. Kathy tried corkscrewing it in. One corner of the blunted oval would forge ahead, but then it popped out again.
The little blonde was ready to burst into tears. The orgasmic feeling was mounting in her loins, but she wanted to have the mock cock jammed up inside her pussy before she went off.
Kathy let go of the bristles. The tight walls of her outer vagina kept the hairbrush in place, though the end sagged down against the chair. She spread her upper labia and ground her palm against the pencil-stub hardness of her clitty. The sudden contraction of her muscles forced the handle out of her hole.
Kathy whimpered with frustration. She put the end of the tool back into her blonde-fuzzed pussy and stabbed it in with both hands. A sudden sharp lance of pain seared her pussy and Kathy cried out. The pain was brief, one quick flash in the jelly-soft tissues.
"Oh, gawd! Finally!" she breathed. It hadn't been as bad as pulling a sliver from her finger-only the wet heat of her pussy had made it seem so sharp.
Kathy pushed the brush handle further. She was fascinated by the new sensations. Her inner vagina wasn't as sensitive, but the fullness warmed her.
"Yes, slow and easy," Kathy told herself. The deeper portions of her cunny weren't wet yet, so she slid the handle slowly back and forth, entering a little further with each stroke.
The red petals of her inner cuntlips weren't stuck so shyly together now. The ruptured hymen had kept them close, but they distended around the white plastic of the handle. They indented with each push, following the plastic shaft up into Kathy's vagina, then pooched out when she withdrew it for more sweet wetness.
Kathy gently rubbed her wrists against the puffy mound of her pussy. Her clit responded to the suggestive touches and her vagina milked at the slow-stroking hairbrush.
The curve of the handle sunk further and further into Kathy's most intimate flesh. She felt it spreading her thick goo up inside the channel, and her cunny memorized the shape of her improvised dildo.
Kathy saw the red froth of her blood as it coated her fingers. She was revolted and excited at the same time. The brush was in as far as it would go, and the bristles scratched at her asscleft.
Kathy felt the expanding knot in her pelvis. She knew that she would be overwhelmed by the wondrous feeling, and she pushed harder and faster at her cunt.
"Please, please happen," she breathed. The little blonde wanted the earth to split under her. She wanted to engulf her hands and the plastic object that filled her cunt.
Her nerves stretched out like wires. Kathy felt thin-drawn out over the peak of her cum. She pushed the hairbrush in and out, faster and harder. Kathy rolled it around in circles, and the bristles scratched her thighs.
Every heartbeat brought her up further. Kathy moved the brush furiously with one hand. She mauled her clit with the other. She rushed at the skull-splitting feeling as fast as she could. Every bone in her thin body creaked under the strain. Her ass bounced on the chair and her toes curled. Her feet waved up and down.
Kathy stirred around and around in her pussy. The plastic handle moved her guts from side to side. She panted and swore under her breath. Her blood raced in her ears, and her body caved in.
Long, lifting waves of cunty feeling raised her body off the cushion. Her ass hung suspended. Kathy moaned in agonizing relief. Her feet levered down, and she twisted the pink-frothed hairbrush in her spasming cunt. Her wet joy hoisted her up and held her for long seconds before her exhausted collapse.