Mike cautiously unwound the sheet from his head. He peered across the camper and saw his daughter sleeping quietly. He carefully extricated his cock from the twisted strings of the hammock and put the rope-burned organ back into his pajamas.
Jesus! I haven't had a wet dream since I was seventeen! What caused that? I sure got my rocks off on Mary's tits today-why am I so damn horny?
You gotta knock this skit off, man. They're gonna put you away if you don't coolit. Next thing you know, you'll be raping your own kid in her sleep!
I have to get her to cool it, too. If she's acting like she was today around other guys, she'll be knocked up in no time. Just what we need-a baby to support!
Mike eased his way out of the hammock. He went up to the cab of the truck for his penlight. He grabbed a handful of paper towels and searched out the pale glimmer of his wide-flung semen.
He was bent over, mopping at the sticky stuff when he heard Kathy stir. "Daddy? What are you doing? What time is it?”
"Just go back to sleep, honey. I-I got up for a drink and spilled a little of it." Mike fanned a little light beam around and picked up a spot he'd missed.
"Could I have some?" Kathy's voice was sleepy. Her tongue clicked dryly when she spoke. She sat up.
"Sure, honey. One glass of lemonade, coming right up." Mike looked around for more telltale drops on his way to the cooler. He poured a glass and offered it to Kathy.
"Thank you," she whispered. The little blonde girl swallowed half the beverage and handed the glass back "I love you. Daddy.”
Mike looked down at his cuddly daughter and smiled sadly. "I love you, too." he watched her burrow into her pillow and sighed. Mike polished off the lemonade and went back to his hammock.
Kathy was already up and dressed before Mike woke. The rising sun came in through the windshield and back lit the curtain, making the inside of the camper glow.
Mike watched his daughter bustle over the sink. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She wore a T-shirt and a skirt she'd made from an old pair of Mike's blue jeans. When she bent over the cooler, Mike could see the pouting swell of her pussylips in a pair of white panties.
He cleared his throat. Kathy turned at the sound. Her nipples poked through the thin white cotton shirt like twin buttons.
"Don't you think you should put on a some more clothes, honey?" he said. His piss-hard erection.hurt from the hammock netting that had snared it the night before.
"Why, Daddy? I'm dressed," Kathy answered. Her eyes were round and she wore a saucy expression.
Mike sighed. His full bladder made arguing impossible. "Turn your back, Kathy." He pulled on a pair of pants over his pajamas, grumbling, "This is the only part of camping I hate.”
Kathy grinned at her father's discomfort. She'd spent the daybreak silence in planning ways to keep Mike away from Mary Jackson. She'd thought about going without panties, too, but he would have ordered her to change. This way, he would be too busy keeping a guarding eye on her to spend any time at all with Mary. Kathy had had twelve years to find out how far she could push Mike.
The morning was luminously clear. Kathy nibbled on a cookie and thought about her father's body. Her pussy tingled. She'd had a delightful twinge of fear when he stirred in his sleep. Kathy had been trying to slip the fly of his pajamas open in the first light of dawn. She caught a glimpse of his prickhead, but Mike snorted and moved his hand along the side of the hammock.
Kathy sat on the bench outside. She closed her eyes and raised her chin, exposing her throat to the warming sun. She arched her back and her proud little titties stood out, ripe and firm under the clinging white shirt. The air was almost still, only a whisper of wind stirring the dust in the campground.
I wish Daddy would let me look at him. How am I supposed to learn anything about men? He'd beat my butt if he knew about Bob, but he can do anything with Mary. It's not fair!
He's really been good to me, though. I guess I worry him. If he just didn't have that silly idea that a girl my age shouldn't have sex! I'd rather have him than that old hairbrush!
Mike padded barefoot through the gravel. Kathy opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Want some breakfast, Daddy? I already started some coffee for you.”
"Yeah! I'm pretty hungry, baby. I have to fly early this morning, though, so it better be something easy." Mike tweaked her pony tail on the way past. He thought about her while he dressed.
Something seems different about her. She seems to be all over me since yesterday. I was hoping to get into Mary sometime today, but I don't think Kathy will let me alone long enough. Damn!
She's an awful good kid, though I really feel shitty, dreaming about her that way-especially right next to her!
She was so hurt when I yelled at her last night. It's not Kathy's fault that I can't control myself. Hell's bells, she doesn't even know what that kind of kissing and rubbing against a guy does!
Mike stepped down from the truck. Kathy was scrambling eggs over the camp stove. Her titties jiggled with her rapid stirring motions. "Didn't I tell you about wearing more clothes? I don't want you running around like that today," Mike said sternly. His groin had the familiar heaviness of a beginning hard-on.
Kathy spooned eggs onto a plate and handed it to him. "I can't wear that bra anymore, Daddy." she put her hands under her breasts and squeezed upward. "It's too tight around here. I'll put it on if you really want me to, but I'll show you the mark it leaves.”
"Humph! All right, but you'd better change your skirt. I can see your panties when you bend over. I don't want every guy at the strip looking up your skirt.”
"Honestly! I do know how to be ladylike, Daddy. Don't worry about me, worry about how you're going to win today. Besides, all the men will be watching Mary Jackson, the same as they always do.”
Mike sputtered on his eggs. "Little pitchers have big eyes, too." He grabbed Kathy's wrist and pulled her to him. "I give up. You'd be a lot easier to raise if you weren't such a smartass.”
Mike felt warmer toward his daughter on the short drive to the gliderport. He shoved his bothersome attraction to the back of his mind and enjoyed her company. Her obvious affection pleased him.
When Kathy stooped to kiss him just before takeoff, Mike pecked her lips quickly and said, "I knew you should have changed you skirt.”
The mounting wind had flipped the faded denim up over her waist and the clear white of her panties blazed in the sunshine. Her long legs and rounded buttocks framed her pussymound lewdly. Kathy dragged the skirt down and turned red. She was still blushing after the glider was airborne.
Kathy wandered around the field, scuffing her shoes in the dust. People were everywhere watching the aerobatics or preparing for flights. Over her head, different pilots dropped rolls of toilet paper, competing to see who could cut them into the smallest pieces before the roll hit the ground.
Kathy wished she were old enough to be flying. She loved the exciting feeling of being pressed into the seat in a pullout.
The little blonde thought of hanging, apparently motionless, in midair while the horizon swung around the plane. She heard Mary Jackson call her name and Kathy turned the other way.
Bob William's huge transporter was in front of her. Only one of his three gliders was on the ground, and a jowly, heavyset crewman lounged under a six-foot umbrella. The man followed her with his eyes as she approached.
Kathy nodded, her serious look firmly planted on her thin face. She looked into the cockpit of the lone sailplane as she passed and turned up her nose. A serial number plate shined on the dashboard. She thought of the long hours her father had spent calculating, designing, and building his glider. She wondered what other toys the wealthy young man owned.
Kathy walked past the diesel tractor, out into the brush, She sat down where the greenery muffled the sounds of the glider fans and toyed with pebbles.
I wish Daddy were here. It's really lonesome when he's flying. None of the grownups want to talk to me, and there aren't that many kids. They're dumb, anyway.
No, I guess he might as well be flying. It makes him happy, I'd like to have him win, and he can't do that without going up. Maybe we can go up together next week.
He sure couldn't get very far away from me in a glider! Too bad there's no way to touch him while we're flying.
Kathy lay back on the ground. She unbuttoned her skirt and put a comforting hand on her pussy. A dark dot overhead was a hawk, probably wondering why all the huge new birds were hunting in his territory.
The little blonde girl slipped her hand under the elastic of her panties. The short, fine hair was still dry, and Kathy toyed idly with the soft flesh of her labia.
The sun climbed higher in the sky. Kathy began to feel warm. She pulled her skirt off and lay on top of it. She drew her feet up and her knees went out to the sides.
The sun felt nice on her smooth-skinned thighs. Kathy felt lewd warmth steal over her. She sat up briefly and looked over the tops of the bushes. No one was anywhere near her.
Kathy lay back down. A lascivious tingle of naughtiness swept through her. Goosepimples popped up on her limbs as she took off her panties.
Her shirt went a few minutes later. The sun warmed her titties. Kathy's pink nipples relaxed, flattening out under the hot rays.
The slender blonde rested with her eyes closed. She imagined her father lying naked beside her. She pouted her lips, offering her tender mouth for a kiss. She covered her breasts with her hands. She wanted Mike's calluses to raise her nipples into hot spires.
The pink buttons stood up under Kathy's palms. Lying dreamily in the leafy quiet, Kathy slowly kneaded the firm tissues of her bosom. She turned in to the wind sounds that stirred the bushes. Kathy concentrated on the soft changes inside her as her body gently warmed.
She spread her thighs a little wider. Her labia grew puffy, with the little bud of her clitoris lengthening in the soft nest. The feminine moisture in her vagina increased. Her cuntal juices thinned and began flowing grom the intimate crevice.
Kathy aroused herself with delicate touches on her young breasts. The internal link between her erogenous zones strengthened. Each caress on her bosom heated her cunny a tiny bit. She brought her thighs together and squeezed. A bloodwarm drop of creamy dew trickled from her vagina.
The thrill of vulnerable nudity, lying where she could be discovered by the first person who walked near, raised her pulse rate. It had slowed again as she lay almost motionless in the sunlight, but now Kathy heard her blood accelerate. Her cheeks and breasts flushed pink.
Kathy still didn't want to touch her pussy. She enjoyed the lingering of each gradual stage of excitement. She opened her long thighs again. With her heels up, her slender legs marked out a diamond. With the pink line of her labia at the top corner.
The blush spread down from her breasts to her abdomen. A rosy glow increased on her belly, broadening slowly to cover all the fair skin. Even with her eyes closed, Kathy knew the pinkness was there. Her skin warmed more with every heartbeat.
Kathy breathed deeper. A tiny spot of coolness budded and grew in her slit. The wind caressed the triangle of labial flesh as he clitty pushed it upward. Her lips parted. They were glossy with her saliva.
She moved her hands. Kathy circled her conical breasts with her fingers and squeezed. She offered her nipples to the sky. Kathy imagined her father bending over her, about to kiss the berry-pink dots.
Kathy rolled her hips. She rocked her pussy upward, unshading the dampness at the mouth of her vagina. The sun warmed the tender flesh. More nectar gathered inside Kathy's orchid-soft channel.
Cool air moved under Kathy's buttocks. She had begun to sweat, baking slowly in the sunlight. The denim of her skirt stuck to her skin, then peeled down under it's own weight.
Kathy released her titties. She stroked her ribs. Each bone showed separate under her skin, arching high. She trailed her thin fingertips up from her waist, along each side, then across her nipples. The rubbery little peaks bent with the passing touch, then sprang upright again.
Her wrists turned. Each fingertip brushed over her nipples, curving up to her outlined collarbones before sliding sensuously down again. Kathy flattened the arch of her fingers and slid her open hands over her belly. The blush paled under the pressure, then reappeared, slightly hotter, behind her thumbs.
Kathy stopped her wrists at her waist and fanned her fingers out to her hipbones. She stretched her long legs straight, slowly, and caressed the soft skin along the inside of her thighs. Kathy rolled her hands across the firm roundness of the long muscles. She drew her hands upward and her knees came together. She dug her fingers into the asscheeks. Kathy pushed her cunny upward.
The slender, tapering labia were steamy pink. The fine blonde cuntal hair sparkled with tiny drops of sweat. Thicker, creamier fluid glistened at the base of her private folds.
Kathy lips moved silently. She imagined her father leaning over her, drawing out her passions with ski I If ill fingers. Her legs opened for her fantasy lover.
The tendons stood out faintly on the back of her hands. Kathy touched her thumbs together above her pussy. Slim fingers dug into the tops of her thighs. Her labia opened with the pull.
The very top of her mons moved downward, pouting out beneath her thumbs. Her clitoris stood straighter, forcing the frilly pink meat of her inner cuntlips further outward. A tiny round dot of smooth pink peeked out of the crease. Kathy moved her fingers and the hot stiffness moved up and down in the caressing nest. The little mask of youthful, hair had parted to show her luscious treasures.
Kathy's hips moved fluidly. She rocked her pelvis to and fro with a ceaseless feline grace. Her movements flowed like thick, heavy cream.
Fresh dew gathered in her vagina. Milky juices coated the walls. Every fold of the soft opening gleamed wetly. The orifice spread as she rolled upward, then contracted like a sucking mouth. The internal friction drew vital moisture from the walls until the froth trickled down, dripping from her breeze-chilled rectum.
Kathy moaned softly. Wanting filled her, like a huge emptiness in her chest. She thought of the swollen heat of a cockhead, wishing it were spreading her loins. Her flexing fingers kept milking around the nubile delta of her pussy, drawing swampy heat from her secret needs.
Her fine-sculpted nostrils flared. She whispered, "Mike, oh, please, Daddy! I need you, just you!" Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
Kathy dug her heels into the dirt. Her thighs tensed as she levered the mounds of her buttocks up. Her elbows went out to the sides and she pulled her pussylips open.
She arched up, only her heels and shoulders on the ground. Drops of sweat popped up on her forehead. Every inch of her skin glistened with perspiration.
Kathy strained to feel that imaginary cockhead entering her pussy. She moved her upraised loins in small circles, stretching the flesh. Her fingers relaxed by a fraction, pretending that the wide flare of a cockhead had squeezed into her pussy. She imagined that her cuntal sphincter closing on the tapered shaft behind the knob.
The little girl wanted it desperately. She collapsed, crying quietly, when her fantasy overstrained her virginal imagination. Her buttocks hit the ground and she put two fingers into her steaming hole, trying to console her agonized pussy.
Kathy lay whimpering, working her fingers in and out. The soreness of her ruptured hymen had disappeared in the night; her pain came from despairing frustration. She pressed both thumbs against the hidden ridge of her clit.
Oh, Daddy, why not? Why won't you love me that way? You don't need anyone but me, Daddy! I know you want to! I need you, Daddy she begged silently.
Kathy worked at her cunt in a tearful frenzy. She pressed and rolled her clit savagely. Her two fingers walked inside her vagina; curling repeatedly against the sensitive nerves of the front wall.
The little blonde simmered, lying naked in the brush. She put a third finger into her cunt, then a fourth. The rubbery ring of her hole stretched wide around her hand and greasy wetness flowed over her palm. Kathy forced her hand deeper, until her knuckles stopped at the straining gate. She felt her hand swimming in the vital goo.
Kathy flung her knees wide. The wide-oval of her cuntrim resisted her probing hand. She worked her fingers like claws, pressing the inner softness forward, dragging lewd sensations from her nerves. The thumb of her gouging hand poked against her thigh, stiffly useless.
Kathy gripped the top of her pussy with her other hand. She kneaded at the soft flesh. The protective meat around her clitty twisted and slid against the hard button. Shocking heat speared through her. Her ass bounced on the ground.
Kathy dug her elbows into her ribs. She pushed her tits forward with the pressure. The firm cones jiggled, pink nipples pointing every direction as lusty heat racked her.
No more smooth, lascivious touching. Kathy battled with every hot nerve, trying to fight her way to cum. The wet skin of her cuntlips turned flaming red. The soft blush that had rouged her face blazed in crimson blotches on her cheekbones.
Kathy gasped. Her mouth opened in a painful grimace. She tossed her head from side to side. Her hips bucked. Kathy snapped her ass back and forth like a bronco.
Her breath came in hot, short puffs. The air around her rose with shimmering heat. The heavy smell of her cunt filled the area.
The feeling was there, up inside her grasping hole. Kathy reached for it, trying to grab the corner and drag the cum out with her hand. She wrenched at her cuntmound and rammed her fingers into her snatch. Weeping, Kathy shuddered with the effort. Her muscles were tighter than an idiot's watch.
Wham! Her feelings released. Her sphincter clamped down. Kathy's tight cuntal muscle forced her fingers half-out. Her whole body shook with an earthquake of thrills.
Kathy's cum-waves ran through her flesh. Her slim body shivered in her peak's awesome throes. Spasms jolted her whole twitching frame. She wept with the pleasure that ended her pain.
The flood of sensation ebbed slowly away. Her body uncoiled. Her hands left her cunt. Kathy lay naked, relieved form her need.
Her unfocused eyes opened, as the wind dried her sweat. Her pulse clamed slowly and her breathing eased.
Suddenly, Kathy stiffened with fear again. She drew her hands up to her mouth, then tried to hide her breasts and loins.
A man stood there, the one who'd been lounging by William's truck. His mouth opened in a greasy smile. His eyeballs gleamed with lustful greed.