Kathy stood up slowly. She grabbed her T-shirt and held it over her breasts. She kept her terrified eyes riveted on the man.
"I wondered what you was doin' over here. You didn't come back for a long time. I know there ain't nothin' over here." The man stepped closer.
Kathy patted her hand on the ground, searching for her skirt. "Wh-what do you want? You better leave me alone!" She touched the corner of the skirt.
The man swiftly planted his foot on the faded blue denim. He was fast, though his flesh jiggled when he moved. He smiled triumphantly at Kathy. "I want you to come with me, little honey." He looked down at her, then snatched the flimsy nylon panties up before Kathy could reach for them.
"Why should I come with you?" Kathy asked, trying to sound defiant. "All I have to do is scream, and-and you'll be arrested!"
"No way in hell" they'll hear you, little sweetheart. We're way downwind from 'em. Even if they did, they'd smell cunt all over you. I'd hate to see a pretty little thing like you tryin’ to tell a judge what you're doin' out here, layin' around naked." The man wadded Kathy's panties into a ball and stuffed them into his pocket. "Now, I ain't gonna hurt you none. Just pull that outfit on and come along.”
Kathy looked over toward the runway. No one seemed to see them. She stood like a frightened doe, ready to run away. She looked into the burly man's face. If she ran, she would have to sneak back to the truck wearing only her T-shirt. Kathy's shoulders slumped.
"That's better. You just get y’self dressed. I'll give you back these panties after you get a good long taste o' me big greasy.”
Kathy lowered her eyes. She realized he'd been watching her masturbate for a long while. The rush of her adrenalin faded away and she was numb. She turned her back and pulled the shirt over her head.
"Damn! You look so nice I could eat you with a spoon!" The man chuckled. "Anybody ever bite that pretty ass o' yours?" He smacked his lips.
"Can I have my skirt now?" Kathy asked dully. She half-turned her head when she spoke to him.
The man bent down to pick the garment up. He grabbed Kathy's hip and planted a long, sucking kiss on one tender buttock. She froze, stiff as a pillar of ice.
"My name's Adam," the middle-aged man said. "What's yours? I figure I oughta at least know your name first-I seen near everything else about you." Kathy mumbled, reaching for the skirt.
"What's that? I couldn't hear you," Adam said, jerking the skirt away.
"Kathy, Kathy Andrews! Please give me my clothes, Mr. Adam. Please!”
"Naow, Kathy, don't cry. I said I ain't gonna hurt you." Adam paused. "You're that hotshot's kid, huh? The guy that flies that backyard crap?”
Kathy's eyes blazed. She spun around, naked from the waist down. Her titties quivered as she snapped, "It's not backyard crap! My dad builds better gliders than your boss could ever buy!”
"Hey, hey, spitfire! Take it easy, honey. You ain't in no position to be gettin' riled up at me, remember?" Adam tossed Kathy's skirt into her hands. "Ain't no substitute for money. Bob treats us good, 'cause we know about flyin'. I myself," he puffed, "could write a check for your daddy's ass, glider and all.”
Kathy stepped into her skirt. She buttoned the fly, her face set with fury. "You'll see," she said, and sprang past Adam.
The stocky braggart whirled and ran after Kathy. His feet thudded behind her.
Kathy ran faster than she ever had. Her legs flashed. Branches raked her bare skin. She darted around the back of Bob Williams' van with Adam's loud panting close behind. Her sneakers skidded as she tore around the corner. Her hair was in her eyes. She tried to stay upright and crashed into a man's back. Kathy sobbed and gathered her limbs under her to bound off again.
"Kathy! What's wrong?" Bob grabbed her wrist and she fought for a second before she recognized him.
Adam stood a few feet away, gasping loud through his open mouth. Kathy raised her arm and shrilled, "That man tried to rape me!”
"No, boss! I-she-I was… Shit, you know I wouldn't do nothin' like that! I saw her steal-”
"He did! Bob, he sneaked up on me and-he even has my panties in his pocket!" Kathy started crying bitterly. She sagged back down, sitting on the gravel. Her skirt barely hid her crotch.
Bob let go of her wrist. "Show me what's in your pockets, Adam." The crewman slumped. He pulled the wad of white nylon out and threw it on the ground. Bob's jaw set, hard as concrete.
"Did he hurt you, Kathy? Your legs are all scratched. Are you all right?”
"I-I cut them running away. I think I'm okay. It was so scary!" Kathy started sobbing again and buried her face against Bob's chest.
"Adam, you are one lucky son of a bitch." Bob spat the words. "If you'd hurt this kid, I'd have you hung up by the balls for the rest of your life. Get your ass out of here.”
"Boss, I didn't do nothin’ to her, I swear! She was over there-”
"Call the distillery collect Tuesday. Tell them where you want your check sent. Don't say one more word to me." Bob glared. Adam was about to say something else, but Williams cut him off. "Do you hear me, hillbilly? GET OUT!" Bob thundered.
Bob watched the man walk away. His features slowly relaxed as he comforted Kathy. "Come into the van. I've got a first-aid kit in there-we'll patch up these scratches.”
Kathy raised her head and nodded. She got up slowly and followed Bob through the side door of the trailer. The little blonde sniffled and gulped. "Thank you," she said. "I was so scared! I thought you were going to help him. I didn't even recognize you when I ran around the corner.”
Bob brought the metal box over. "Sit over there," he said, nodding toward a spotlessly clean workbench. "We'll have you feeling better in no time." He dragged a stool over and sat in front of her. His head was just at Kathy's waist-level. Bob set the box on the bench top and began washing the scratches on the little girl's shins. He held her sneakered foot with, one hand and dabbed gently at her wounds.
Kathy looked around. The trailer was a rolling hangar. Machinery and tools lined the walls and spare parts were clipped to the ceiling. Her eyes widened. "This is really nice! I never saw anything like it, except where my dad works-and that's a whole building!”
Bob started working on her other leg. "Well, if you got it, flaunt it, or so my grandpa said. All of his hobbies made money-that's why I can afford to flaunt it." He spoke lightly, but Kathy's nearness disturbed him. His cock stiffened like a poker in his crotch.
The musky aroma of Kathy's pussy filled his nostrils. It rose from her hands like a thin fog. Bob fought to keep his touch gentle on her smooth leg. He wanted to flip her skirt up and ravish her girlish pussy right there on the workbench.
"Any more?" he asked. Bob's blood roared in his ears like a river.
Kathy looked into his face. She wanted to trust him. Her lip trembled. She remembered that her panties lay on the ground outside.
"I scraped my hip when I fell," Kathy said tentatively. She held her breath. Her pussy fluttered inside.
"Would you like to show me?" Bob asked softly. His hands shook. He tried to keep his gaze from wandering to the staring, blind eyes of her perfect little breasts.
Kathy nodded. She bit her lip and turned, lifting her skirt. All of one long thigh appeared, then the edge of a raspberry-streaked sore. The skinned spot was a six-inch oval that covered most of the outside of her buttock.
"Jesus! I bet that hurts," Bob breathed. He tried to ignore the creamy whiteness of her flesh. Kathy's rounded buttock had bits of gravel imbedded in the skin.
Kathy draped the hem of her skirt modestly around the scrape. She held the cloth tight over the moist vee of her cunny. She watched Bob take long tweezers from the first-aid kit. His hand circled the top edge of the sore and he plucked at the gravel.
Kathy winced. "Hmm!”
"I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" Bob said. His eyes looked pained.
Kathy shook her head. "Not really. Maybe you should use your fingers.”
Bob nodded. He set the tweezers down and started picking the sharp little stones out of Kathy's buttock. The scraped spot was still dirty, but Kathy's hip began to sway.
"I can't hold this position much longer," she said. "Wait just a minute.”
Kathy's pussy was moistening. Despite the pain, she kept thinking of how Bob's thick, hot member had felt in her mouth. Her twisted back felt strained from the awkward stance she held. She looked at the bulge of Bob's hard prick.
Kathy sat up and looked into Bob's troubled face. A faint smile played in the corners of her mouth. She scooted down from the bench, aware that Bob caught a glimpse of her pussy as she slid.
Kathy turned around and bent over the bench. She hiked up her skirt and tossed it over the wound. She waited, wondering what Bob would do with her bare ass so saucily presented.
The young man sighed. He moved the stool off to the side and set to picking gravel out of Kathy's hip again. The light coming in through the open door showed the glaring contrast between the girl's wound and her smooth skin. Bob's prick throbbed relentlessly.
"Why was Adam chasing you?" he asked. He pointed out into the bushes.
Kathy leaned her head down into her folded arms. She spoke out to the side. "He wanted to rape me, like I told you. I was out there minding my own business, and he sneaked up on me and wouldn't let me have my panties back.”
"Christ! Were you out there naked, or were you just playing with yourself?" Bob dabbed at the now clean scratches with antiseptic. "Kathy, you could get in big trouble that way. What would have happened if I hadn't been there? Adam would have caught you, and he has a hell of a nasty temper.”
"Why does it matter what I was doing? I can play t with my pussy if I want to." Kathy paused. "Besides, if it was you, it wouldn't have been rape. All you have to do is ask.”
"And why would I ask? I ought to tell your father.”
"You won't. If you do, I'll tell him that you made me suck on you yesterday. He'd kill you.”
"Are you trying to tell me that you'd blackmail me? What the hell is going on here, Kathy? I just fired my best man because he got hot watching you masturbate out in that open field!”
Kathy pouted. "There's nothing else to do while everybody's flying. Nobody wants anything to do with a kid. Just because I'm only twelve, everybody thinks I just play and sit around waiting for my dad. He won't even talk about sex with me.”
Kathy pulled her skirt back down. "I know you like looking at me. I can see that you're hard, but you won't even touch me. If I had a big chest like Mrs. Jackson I bet you'd kiss my pussy.”
Bob flipped the hem up over Kathy's back again. "I'm not done with that scrape. The last thing I need is a law suit because your bottom got infected when my help chased you." He blotted at the girl's shapely hip with a gauze pad.
"You do have a nice figure. You're a very attractive girl, Kathy." Bob let his eyes wander over the rounded moons of her buttocks.
"Then how come nobody will touch me? I had to wrestle with you yesterday," she exaggerated. "That terrible old man is the only one who even acted a little bit like I'm pretty." Kathy stuck her naked bottom up in the air.
Bob looked at the soft patch of blonde fuzz on her pussy. "I'm sure lots of men would love to," he said. His voice softened. "I'd love to, but I shouldn't even be patching up your hip." He took a deep breath, then lowered his face to her wide, shallow asscleft.
Kathy moaned when she felt Bob's lips on the little rosebud of her rectum. Her cunny heated immediately, like someone poured steaming water over it. She gasped when the tip of his tongue wiggled through the tight ring of her sphincter.
"Oh, Bob! Don't! Not there, please," she begged breathily. She forced her pussy up toward his mouth.
Bob pulled back and she turned around. Kathy's eyes were wide with her sudden heat. He gestured with his hand, and Kathy jumped up onto the workbench. She started to unbutton her skirt.
"No, leave it on," Bob growled. "I'm not going to fuck you. Just pull it up and sit there.”
Kathy pulled her skirt up and opened her knees. Her feet hung clear of the floor. She leaned back until her head rested on the wall of the trailer. "Oh, please," she quavered. "Please do it with me!”
Bob didn't answer. He lifted Kathy's knees to his shoulders and smiled at the pink-edged slit of her pussy. The soft, almost curly hair was already moist. The juices flowed inside, laying a fresher musk over the smell of her masturbation.
Kathy looked down at him, a little nervous. Mary Jackson had seemed to enjoy Bob's cunnilinging her. Just watching the act had aroused Kathy. Now the same man was going to kiss her little pussy. She waited eagerly.
Bob pursed his lips and blew a thin stream of air against her moist tissues. Kathy cringed, feeling her vaginal muscles tighten with the shivery chill. Bob inhaled, then his breath bathed her light-fuzzed cunny again, at closer range. Kathy hummed with pleasure and rocked her pussylips toward him.
"I like that! Oh, Bob, I never felt anything like it in my life!" Kathy breathed.
"And this?" Bob asked. He put his hands on Kathy's hips and kissed up and down the insides of her thighs. The heady aroma of her pussy made his prick throb.
"Um-hmm," Kathy replied, reveling in the soft suction. "Very nice!" Her eyelids fluttered over her half-closed eyes.
Bob smiled to himself. He loved teasing around a girl's pussy, then diving into hot, ready flesh. He kissed across Kathy's lower belly. His lips plucked gently across the little pad over her pubic bone. He looked at the smooth white skin of Kathy's abdomen. It rippled faster as her breathing grew more heated.
"Please start on my pussy, Bob. I want to feel it," Kathy pleaded. She put her hands on his head and tried to guide him to the honey-filled trough of her loins.
Bob kissed the slender curve at the top of her pussy. He put one brief peck at the fullest part of each pouting lip, then moved back to stare at the soft girlflesh again.
The edges turned from pale, girlish pink to a hotter red. The delicate crevice of Kathy's loins faded from the rich eagerness of the center to creamy white next to her thighs. Even as Bob watched, the blush spread outward. Her short blonde floss parted, forced open by her swelling inner pussylips.
"Please don't stop," Kathy said. Her voice had a tight undertone. She was stretched thin by the lascivious preliminaries.
"God, you're beautiful," Bob whispered. He chilled the slowly appearing inner lips with another thin jet of air. The little folds started to close like a flower at dusk, then petaled open again, even fuller and moister than before.
Bob touched the tip of his tongue to the crease between her labia and the slim-curved thigh. He tasted the groove along each side, licking upward from just above Kathy's steamy vagina.
Kathy hummed. The slow steps of arousal were delicious. She wanted Bob to go on, but she didn't want the feathery touches to stop. She slid her hips forward on the tin-topped bench.
Bob plucked at her light pussy hair with his lips. He had to brush against her labia because the soft strands lay so close to Kathy's skin. He pulled gently at the fuzz that grew to the top of her tiny slit. He heard Kathy gasp.
Bob turned his head sideways. He gripped the next lower inch of cushiony hair, then down again to the longer strands around the mouth of her cunny.
Kathy felt the warm moisture welling from her vagina. Each plucking kiss made her blood simmer, hotter and hotter. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the exquisite sensuality Bob's lips roused in her pussy.
Bob opened his lips and plucked deeper. He captured the outer folds at the base of Kathy's mons. Bob milked gently at the warm flesh, pulling it fractionally into his mouth.
Kathy groaned. She had never realized the sheer sensuality of her labia. It suddenly felt like the cushioning folds had a life of their own. She raised her hands to her breasts.
Bob went on. He kissed rapidly up toward Kathy's pussy with his lips. The temperature of her most intimate zone increased two or three degrees-he could feel the feverish heat as it grew.
"Oh, please kiss me like that some more," Kathy grinned. "You make my pussy feel so good when you do that!" She was afraid that Bob had stopped the lascivious sucking when he pulled his head back.
"I will, KATHY, I will," Bob breathed. "I just love to look at you." He trickled his hands around, sliding his fingertips from her cheeks to the inner softness of her thighs. He caressed the curving line where her bottom met her leg.
Kathy shivered with delight at the lewd touch. Every part of her body was more sensuous than she'd imagined. First her labia, and now the ticklish curve where the elastic of her panties usually lay.
Bob stroked her legs, then thumbed the lips of Kathy's pussy open. The deep-pink valley between her frilly inner labia was glossy with dew. It was invitingly smooth, a tasty contrast to the scalloped petals of her pink cuntlips.
He breathed deep. Bob knew there was nothing that compared with the rich, clinging scent of a woman's pussy. His balls ached when he gazed at the lovely twists and folds of Kathy's vagina.
Lines curved between the collapsed walls of the luscious channel. It was like a maze filled with creamy fluid. The edges of her torn cherry had healed, and they ringed the fascinating pink of Kathy's hidden trove.
Bob looked into the satiny depths. Kathy's pussy hypnotized him. He extended his tongue and leaned forward. He watched the beautiful orifice as long as he could, then his tongue began the long, slow entry. He closed his eyes and put all his attention into his tongue.
Kathy began a slow, steady moaning. The lascivious invasion sent chills along her limbs. Her toes curled and her fingers turned into hooks. She drooled.
Kathy's pussy opened for his tongue. The meaty blade touched the sensitive folds and pushed them aside. Bob pushed the organ forward until it ached. He slung his jaw out and pulled his lips back. He wanted only the erotic purity of the taste of Kathy's vagina.
Kathy's tissues clung to the red wedge. Bob pushed slowly in, until his lips pressed up against Kathy's labia. He drew his tongue in, then thrust again. He kept his face pressed tight against her loins.
Kathy was astounded. Oh, God! I could put almost my whole hand in there, but I can feel all of his tongue! How can my body do that? I'm all around him and that little bit of Bob fills my pussy! She pushed down with her hips and tipped his head, trying to get that delightful little organ deeper in her pussy.
Bob began circling his tongue around in the soft meat. His hands stole around Kathy's hips. He pulled her closer and reamed the clinging walls again and again.
His balls were boiling. His prick literally ached, it strained so hard against his pants. He breathed musky fumes through his nose and opened his mouth wider.
He found a rhythm and fucked in and out with his tongue. Kathy's pussy flowed like a spring rain, wetting his mouth with oily goodness. He slid around and around, licking thrills into every corner of the little girl's vagina.
"Oh, my button, Bob-please kiss my clitty," Kathy whimpered. Her hips rocked on the bench. Her legs locked around his shoulders, holding him against the lewd swamp of her loins.
Bob pulled his tongue out of her winking hole. He explored the slick valley of her pussy with his nose, rubbing upward. He felt the little enclosure of her inner pussy lips and nuzzled the rigid nubbin that hid there. He lapped across her hole and teased her clitty until he ran out of breath.
"Oh, yes, Bob! Whatever you're doing, it feels wonderful!" Kathy exclaimed. She rolled her crotch upward further.
Bob licked the smooth, slippery cleft. He went slowly, starting just above her rectum, crossing the torch of her vagina, finishing with a tip-touch at her erected clit.
Kathy sobbed in ecstasy. The little ring of her asshole pooched out, then quivered shut with each lick. She felt every bumpy tastebud as it glided over her cuntmouth and caressed her inner labia. When the blunt point of Bob's muscular tongue trailed across her clitoris, every nerve in her slender body stood up with agonizing pleasure, Soon she dreaded the intense feeling and her cuntal zone flinched away from each stroke.
Bob felt Kathy tighten. He slowed the lapping rhythm until he felt Kathy's muscles unwind. He spent more time in between the twin centers of her passion, warming her body carefully.
The slow, tender manipulations made Kathy blossom. She felt her pussy open up. It was as if she moved underwater, with clear, dreamlike sensations swirling through her body. The floor of her pelvis opened to the sensuous lechery, and she started a languorous cum.
Bob matched the motions of Kathy's sinuously rolling hips. He licked and sucked, spearing his tongue into her clitoral nest.
The soft folds of Kathy's inner labia parted easily before his tongue. He rolled the delicate button of her clitty in circles, caressing its lascivious skin.
Kathy breathed, "Yes, that's right, Bob. I've cum, baby, yes." Her voice tapered off and she breathed harder. She was panting, amazed at the passionate power of her loins. Her orgasm continued, going on and on past anything the young girl had known.
Bob kept on, trying to impress the sexy child with his lewd endurance. He concentrated on her clit. Bob sucked the wet pulp of her labia into his mouth. He stabbed his tongue into the meaty wad of girlflesh again and again.
Kathy wanted to stop. The feelings were growing too intense for her. She pleaded in short gasps, but no words came out, just orgiastic humming.
Bob pulled the entire top of Kathy's pussy into his mouth. He milked at the soft, salty fold with his lips. She tried to push him away, but that made his blood race hotter. He loved the clear taste of Kathy's cunt.
Bob dug his fingers into her hips. He pulled her crotch against his face. His chin pressed the surrounding flesh into her hole. The tip of her clitty stood naked in his mouth and he lashed his tongue over it.
Kathy moaned ceaselessly. The pitch kept changing, going from bestial growls to a banshee keening. She pulled his head from side to side, fingers laced tight in his hair. Her ass bumped up and down on the bench.
Bob's tongue flickered like a fiery snake, writhing over and around Kathy's clit. Despite her twisting, he locked his mouth onto the top of her pussy and sucked the flesh in. His chin slid around on her hole, greased with the pouring flood of her cunty cream.
Bob felt the tightness in his balls spreading. His asscheeks tensed. His own hips rocked as fast as Kathy's bouncing butt. He growled and gnawed at her pussy. Bob mashed the tender folds with his lip-cushioned teeth. His jaws worked Kathy's slippery flesh into a juicy wad, floating in spit and sweat.
Kathy panted. She babbled senseless noises with every gasping breath. Her face was red. Her eyes bugged out, unseeing. Sweat flowed in streams. Even the roots of her blonde hair were sopping.
Bob grasped her cheek tight in one hand. The springy flesh tensed and flexed in time with her gasps and the lurid jiggling of her bouncing titties.
Kathy screamed in a mixture of fright and ecstasy. Bob jammed his finger against her ass, and the hole opened for it. He pushed it in, moving fitfully as the muscles spasmed around his digit.
Bob plunged his finger in and out. He sucked harder at her cuntlips. Kathy's clit bored into his tongue. His jaws ached, but he kept gnawing at her until his voice broke.
Bob's growls went to a high-pitched hum. The vibrations blew fuses in Kathy's pussy and she let go entirely. Out of control, she sobbed. Her heels bruised Bob's shoulders. Her head went back, and her corded neck strained with her cries.
Bob bucked. He picked Kathy up from the bench and smothered himself in her cunt. The juices drowned him, flooding his mouth. He struggled to gasp through his nose, but the short, sharp gusts weren't enough. His finger was clasped in the vise of her asshole.
Hot bursts of seed shot out of his rigid cock. He bit down on Kathy's cunt. The thick gushes filled his pants and he wobbled. He couldn't move his finger. Her ass had clamped too orgasmically tight around it.
Bob set Kathy back down on the bench. His forehead fell against her still-rolling crotch, and he gasped for breath.
"Oh, Bob! I-I don't believe it!" Kathy panted. "I didn't know I could go on so long!”
Bob just gulped and nodded. He was too drained to look up into her face.
Kathy lay sprawled on the bench, looking down at his head. Her cum tapered off, leaving her glowing inside.
"How did you learn how to do that to a girl?" Kathy murmured. “That's the best feeling I ever had, Bob.”
He looked up. His face was wet with her creamy juices. His eyes were weary-looking. "How did you learn to do it to a man?”
"I never did. I just wanted to kiss your penis when I saw it," Kathy smiled. "My God, but I love it!" She licked her lips and added, "would you like me to do it for you now?”
Bob shook his head, embarrassed. "Thank you, Kathy, but it wouldn't do much. I went off while I was eating you." He smiled sheepishly.
"I'm sorry! Gosh, if I could have just… " Kathy's voice trailed off. She picked up the hem of her skirt. It had lain on her belly all through the torrid sex. She flapped it over her pussy. "Whew! That really takes it out of me! I'm drenched!" She dropped the cloth over her lap demurely.
Bob reached into a drawer and pulled out a stack of clean shop towels. He mopped his face with one and said, "Here. Dry yourself off a little, Kathy.”
Kathy was dabbing at her face when she heard, "Aah, Bob?”
They both flinched. The liquor heir collected himself and said, "Yeah?" He turned toward the side door. "What is it, Wayne?”
The crewman looked embarrassed. "Well, uh, that is… " He looked from Bob to Kathy and back again.
"Come on in, Wayne," Bob said testily. He helped Kathy down from the bench. "Kathy, this is Wayne Taylor. He flies the backup plane." He turned. "You know Kathy Andrews, don't you?”
"I've seen her. 'S pleasure, miss." He hesitated again, then blurted, "We're winning, Bob. Four-and-a-half minutes." He ducked his head.
Kathy's eyes widened. "What happened to Daddy?”