Kathy repeated her question. "Where's my father? What happened to him?" She gripped Bob's wrist and looked from one man to another.
"He's okay, Kathy," Bob assured her. "He seemed to have a little trouble with his controls, that's all.”
"You knew? You knew you were beating him and you-you-" Kathy gathered herself up. She stood rigid, sixty-two inches of irate young woman. "You rotten bastard! You wretched, sneaky bastard!”
She brushed past Wayne and ran out of the truck.
Kathy stooped to grab her panties. She jammed them into the pocket of her skirt and turned as if to say something, then spun and ran away.
Wayne looked from the fleeing girl to Bob Williams. "What the fuck is that about? So what if you beat her dad?”
"I'll tell you sometime, maybe. Go find George and we'll get the planes ready for tomorrow.”
Mary Jackson beckoned to Kathy as the little blonde stomped across the impound area, but Kathy stopped the older woman with a glare. When she reached her father's assigned spot, she found him and Milt looking inside one long wing with a flashlight. Milt greeted her and her father looked up.
"Hi, honey. What's up? Have you been having a good time today?" Mike tried to pass off his worry with cheerful questions.
"What happened to the glider, Daddy?" Kathy asked. "How come you lost so much time today?" Kathy was pale and shaking. "I was afraid something had happened to you. I only just found out." Her lower lip stuck out and her voice trembled.
Mike stood up and hugged his daughter. "Nothing's gonna happen to me, honey. I just had a tiny little problem, and I think I know what it is. Why don't you do me a favor and bring the wing stands out of the truck, okay?" He gave Kathy a peck on the forehead and turned her toward the camper. He started to pat her fanny, but thought better of it.
When Kathy came back with the carpet-lined holders, Milt and her father were holding the outboard aileron in their hands. She put the U-shaped brackets down and held the long, slender control surface while the men set the wing in the holders. "Did you find it, Daddy?" she asked, trying to look over their shoulders.
"Not sure," Mike grunted. "Hold that rod, Milt”
Mr. Jackson reached into the slot with a pliers. Mike snipped the safety wire and pulled out a piece of white metal about the thickness of a thumb with a rotating bronze ball in the end. It looked like a stubby lollipop.
Mike looked at the clamp that held the ball. "This is why I couldn't bank left." He pointed to a crack between the setscrews. "One God-damned broken Heim joint.”
"Can you fix it?" Kathy asked. "Do we have another one?”
Mike sighed heavily. "I only machined enough to outfit the plane. There's not much chance to find one like it. Besides, it's T-6, fully hardened aluminum, and I can't patch that crack.”
Milt spoke up. He took the broken joint and said, "Williams has a heli-arc in his rig, I might be able to get his welder to run a bead over it.”
Mike nodded. "All right, if you think he'll do it. Tell him not to get it too hot. A patch won't do me any good if he warps it so the bushing won't fit." He looked dispiritedly into the wing and added, "Thanks, Milt.”
Kathy put her hand on her father's back. "What happens if he can't weld it back together?”
"Well, then we might as well go home. I'll fix it and sell the plane." Mike looked disgruntled. "I figured I'd picked up another two minutes on Williams before the damn thing broke.”
"Oh, Daddy," Kathy said, leaning her head against him. "I'm just glad you didn't get hurt!”
"I'm not gonna get hurt, baby. I just had to fly a lot slower. I was halfway back when it got mushy. I had lots of altitude, but I couldn't throw her around much." He stood patting her fanny absently.
Kathy stood next to him for a minute, then said, "I'll fix us some lunch while you check the rest of the plane. I'm sure you're hungry.”
"Wasn't, till you mentioned it." Mike released his daughter's hip. He kissed her forehead. "I could use a little snack.”
Mike watched her step into the truck, thinking, She's a helluva good kid. Connie'd be proud of her.
I ought to stop flying. Everything we own, except that little house, is tied up in this sailplane. If I crash it, then Kathy's not gonna have a damn thing, not even me.
Kathy remembered her panties while she was inside the truck. She pulled them out of her pocket and hoisted her skirt to put them on.
Her wound was ugly. She looked at her pert ass in the mirror and sneered at the purpling blotch. She peeked around the curtain, making sure that her father wouldn't be walking in on her.
Kathy put a washcloth in the cooler, soaking it with ice water. She gasped at the cold touch as she scrubbed the crusting juices off her pussy.
Ow! That's so cold! It does feel kind of nice though. I think my ditty's getting hard!
I better not do this. Daddy's waiting for his lunch out there. The last thing he needs is to have me get all horny in here while he works.
Kathy looked at her fresh-scrubbed pussy in the mirror. The chill had turned her whole crotch bright pink. She dried off with a towel and pulled her panties on.
Darn it! The bottom part of that scab shows past my panties. I sure don't want Daddy to find out about it-it wouldn't be so bad if it showed on my panties. Anybody could see that I wasn't wearing them when I fell.
That Bob Williams is realty a prick! He took off right after Daddy, so he must have passed him on the way in. The leant he could have done was told me there was some trouble, instead of just slobbering all over my pussy. I hate him!
I'm gonna have to be really good to Daddy from now on. God, I would have just died if he found out about that horrible man! Any time I feel like touching myself again, I'm going to do it where it's safe. Maybe I'll be able to sneak in with Daddy while he's sleeping…
Kathy finished assembling a stack of sandwiches and went outside. Milt Jackson was back and the two men had taken the other wing apart to check it for stress. Kathy sat on the ground and listened to them while they ate.
They had put the second wing back together and slipped it onto the trailer when Bob Williams walked by. Mike met him.
"Is my Heim joint finished?" he asked.
"I'll take care of it when I get around to it," Bob said.
"It's been over two hours," Milt said. "You don't have anything that pressing, do you?”
Bob glared at Kathy, then looked at Mike. "I'm a little short-handed. I said I'd do it when I get around to it." He looked Mike over and added, "And then it'll be thirty bucks.”
Milt said, "What? Thirty bucks for a two-minute patch? Don't be ridiculous, Bob.”
Bob looked coolly at Milt. "I don't think your friend belongs in this league. If you can't pay, you shouldn't play.”
"All right. Where is it? I'm damned if I'll put up with your bullshit! I'll get my plane fixed myself if I have to glue it," Mike snarled.
"It's over in my truck. I don't think your glider should be allowed to fly tomorrow. There's obviously no place that will weld that piece on Sunday, and anything less endangers everyone here," Bob answered. "I'm filing against you if that backyard bomb even comes off its trailer tomorrow.”
Mike spat and headed for William's plush mobile hangar. Milt cleared his throat, saying calmly, "I am still the chief official at this meet. You've already lost one protest this weekend. Would you like to try having your competition license pulled?”
Williams sneered and turned away. Milt called out, "By the way-Mary's only after your money. Believe me; I know her.”
Kathy sat stunned. She didn't even object when Mike said, "Stay here. I'll be back soon," and roared off in the truck.
She tagged along dumbly after Milt when he invited her to the timekeeper's stand. Kathy looked at the middle-aged man and wondered how long he'd known of his young wife's unfaithful wandering.
"Why did you say that about your wife?" she asked.
"Kathy, I'm almost sixty. I quit flying in competition about the time you were born. I quit fooling myself about Mary the week after. She's half my age, she's pretty, and very sexy. I like her a great deal, but I don't trust her an inch. I could have let her fool Bob, but there's no point in it. He would wind up with only half his money, and I'd end up without a wife I've grown very fond of. He'll learn, but there's no reason his lesson should come at my expense." Milt looked at Kathy. Her face was knotted with thought. He went on, "He's no threat to me now, just like your father is no threat.”
Kathy started. "What do you mean?" she said defensively.
"Kathy, don't try to fool me. You knew about it last night at dinner. Mary won't come between you and your father, no matter what you think." Milt rubbed his chin. "You don't hide your feelings very well. Maybe that's why I like you. Can we be friends?”
Kathy scowled, then her features eased. She stuck out her hand. "Okay. You're a nice man, Mr. Jackson. I think I like you, too.”
"It's Milt, to you, Kathy." He shook the little blonde girl's hand and whispered, still smiling, "Here comes Mary now. Be nice to her, please? She wouldn't hurt you for the world.”
"Hey! What are you two plotting?" Mary asked. She hugged her husband.
"Kathy and I have just divided the world between us. I get every thing east of Greenwich, and she gets all the rest. Why don't we all go look at the charts and see how many winners we can pick?”
The last few sailplanes were lining up to land at dusk when Mike returned. He brought the repaired Heim joint to the timekeeper's stand. "Milt, would you like to inspect this?" he called.
Jackson stood up. "It's your neck, Mike." He took the part in his hand. "Very good. I'll pass this. Can't even see the weld!”
"There isn't one," Mike said smugly. 'The gas station at the junction sent me to an old hobbyist He had some of the right alloy and he machined a new cap." Mike reached into his pocket. "He welded the old one, too. Cost four dollars.”
"That's great, Daddy. Boy, I'd love to see Bob's face when he looks at this!" Kathy bounced with glee. "Will you be able to put it together in time?”
"If we get started now, it'll be finished before the guard kicks us out of here," Milt said. He pinched Mary. "Let's get useful, youthful. The man has to take off second in the morning.”
The control swivel was reinstalled in no time. Milt offered Kathy and Mike dinner again, but Mr. Andrews declined. Kathy smiled thinly at Mary when the voluptuous brunette said, "Make sure he gets plenty of rest tonight, Kathy. It's a big day tomorrow." The little blonde hadn't quite forgiven Mary yet.
Mike padlocked the trailer and pulled himself wearily into the truck. "I'm beat. This had been a helluva long day, Kathy." He started the motor and asked, "You don't mind not going out for dinner tonight, do you? If you were old enough to drive, I would have accepted.”
"I don't mind at all, Daddy. I just want to spend the evening with you. Why don't we just have a little supper and go to bed?”
Kathy was cooking at their campsite when Mike noticed the scratches on her legs. He grabbed the hem of her skirt. "What happened to you, honey? Your legs look like hell!”
"Nothing, Daddy. I just got scratched up a little. I-uh, some of my homework blew away and I had to chase it. Through the bushes, you know?" Kathy moved away.
"What about your hip? Why are you limping?” Mike sounded very concerned in spite of his fatigue.
Kathy threw his dinner onto a plate and handed it to him. Mike watched her close up. "What happened to your hip, Kathy?”
Kathy moved around the table and sat. "I tripped." She took a mouthful of food and mumbled, "I'm not limping now.”
"Nobody limps when they're sitting down. Now tell me what happened." Mike glared across the table. His fatigue showed, making him look old and careworn.
"I told you, Daddy. I tripped. While I was chasing my homework paper." Kathy picked at her food. "Please don't ask me any more, Daddy.”
"I want to see that right after dinner. You might need to see a doctor.”
"Why are you picking on me? I'm all right! Just leave me alone," Kathy sobbed. She tripped moving away from the table and ran to the camper.
Mike stood and followed her. He didn't understand why his child had burst out crying.
He stepped up into the old bread truck. Kathy's sobs were noisily audible behind the curtain. Mike braced himself and stepped through.
Kathy lay face-down, crying on the floor. Her slender torso shook. The faded skirt was hiked up almost to the rim of her panties. She turned her head to look at Mike and a fresh gust of sobs filled the camper.
Mike leaned over her and let the girl's bunk down from the wall. He lifted her gently and set her on the thin foam-rubber mattress. She lay on her side with one hand covering her mouth. Her eyes were rimmed with red.
"What is it, honey?" Mike asked softly. "Please tell me what's wrong." He touched her shoulder. A pang ripped his chest when Kathy shrank away from his hand.
"Do you love me, Daddy?" Kathy asked, terror in her eyes.
"Of course, Kathy. I always love you. You know that." He watched her unwind slowly, moving very slightly closer to him. Mike knelt on the floor beside the bunk.
"You won't be mad at me, will you?”
"Why should I be, darling? There's nothing you could do that would make me mad at you.”
"You're gonna be mad, I know it!" Kathy started sobbing again.
Mike sagged. He looked at Kathy, then put his arms around the frail child. "Just tell me what it is. I promise I won't be angry.”
"It's about my hip. I wasn't doing homework." Kathy searched Mike's face. "I was sunbathing out in the brush.”
Mike's groin pulsed with the first hot surge of an erection. He anticipated Kathy's next statement. "Yes, honey?”
"I took off my clothes. All of them. It really felt nice, with the sun and the breeze. It was really a good day for it.”
Mike's cock snapped to its full length. He visualized his nubile daughter, lying naked in the sunshine. He tried to push the picture out of his mind's eye. "And what happened, Kathy?”
"Well, that's how I got my legs scratched up." She paused. "Please hold me closer, Daddy. I want you to lie down with me. It hurts to think about it.”
Mike grunted as he climbed up onto the narrow bunk. He had to throw one leg over his daughter's hips to fit on the mattress. "Better?”
Kathy nodded and hid her face in his throat. "This man came up." She felt her father stiffen. "He scared me. He wouldn't let me put my skirt on at first. He even took my panties and said I had to-to suck him before he'd let me go. There wasn't anybody else around or I would have screamed.”
Mike's jaw clenched. He stroked Kathy's hair and said, "go on, baby. I'm listening.”
"He was terrible! He said all kinds of nasty things about you and about our glider." Kathy waited.
“That doesn't matter, honey. Did he hurt you?” Mike's rage burned even hotter than his rampant prick.
"No, he touched my bottom, but he didn't hurt me. He made me so mad that I jumped at him and ran away. That's how I scratched up my legs, running away. You're not mad at me, are you, Daddy?" Kathy stiffened, waiting for his answer.
"Of course not, Kathy." Mike paused. "How did you hurt your hip?”
"I fell down running around Bob Williams' trailer. He would have caught me, too, except that I knocked Mr. Williams down and he made the man give my panties back." Kathy pulled her head back. Her father looked troubled. She put her hand on his shoulder.
"You're sure you aren't mad at me?" Kathy asked. She planted a lingering kiss on Mike's mouth.
"Please don't," Mike groaned. "I told you about that, honey." He looked miserably into his daughter's face. Kathy closed her eyes and kissed him softly again.
"I need you, Daddy," she breathed. "I need you so bad!" A jewel-like tear gathered in each blue eye. "You're all I've got.”
Mike felt his heart tearing slowly in two. "Don't cry, Kathy, please don't cry." He pulled her head against his chest.
Kathy struggled out from under his hand. "I will, Daddy. I'm going to lie right here with you and cry until you love me." She moved back, resting her head in the corner of the bunk and the wall. She lay silently. Her wide-open eyes brimmed with tears.
Mike watched the crystal drops flow, spotting the pillow. He cursed himself silently, and reached for his daughter.
Kathy's lips were soft, faintly salty with her tears. Her mouth opened slowly and Mike let his tongue flow in. His daughter's mouth was fresh, warmly wet. Kathy sucked very gently at his tongue.
Mike explored his child's mouth. Her tongue invited his to roll fluidly around, sampling all the moist textures of her kiss. He felt oafish, his thick tongue filling his daughter's girlish mouth.
Kathy stopped crying. Her arms went around her father's neck. She caressed his nape, twining her fingers in the sandy hair. She touched his ears and smoothed her fingers over his brow.
Kathy's mouth pulled more urgently at Mike's tongue. He pulled his daughter closer in the crook of his arm. Kathy's fine, firm breasts pressed and flattened against his chest Mike's prick stood like a thick flagpole in his pants. Kathy brought her hips closer, beneath his leg. She pressed herself against the hard bulge. The upper point of her pelvis rubbed against her father's erect member.
Kathy slid her hand lasciviously down Mike's back. She ran her cool fingertips around his waist, skidding just beneath the edge of his pants. She put her hand on her father's muscular buttocks and pulled him harder against her.
"No, honey,” Mike breathed, breaking the long, slippery kiss. "It's wrong, Kathy.”
"It's not, Daddy," Kathy whispered. "It's never wrong when I need you." She put her hand between their bodies and measured the length of her father's rigid cock. "Please, Daddy? I'll die if we can't.”
"Kathy, darling daughter," Mike began, but she stopped his words with a kiss. He half-heartedly closed his lips, but Kathy's tongue pressed insistently into his mouth. She pressed forward until Mike's jaw opened, and her tongue slithered over every tooth in his head.
Mike's response grew, heating his loins more and more. His tongue replied to Kathy's. His knees bent, trapping her undulating hips tighter against him.
Kathy leaned against the wall. She spread her fingers against Mike's chest. "Let's get undressed, Daddy," the child murmured.
Mike shook his head imperceptibly. The incestuous step she asked him to take terrified him.
Kathy's mouth quivered. "You think I'm ugly, that I'll never be anything but an ugly, skinny little kid." Her tears beaded up again. "Daddy, I'm not ugly! You should want me! Please, Daddy!" Her voice trembled.
"My poor, pretty darling," Mike said. Every little bead of water in his daughter's eye cut into him like a dull knife. He touched her firm little breast.
The nipple hardened under his fingers. It poked through the thin T-shirt like a hot nugget. Kathy fondled the cloth-hidden lump of his hard-on.
Mike was trapped. He knew his daughter wouldn't let him stop, but his sensibilities wouldn't let him continue. He shook all over, but his fingertips caressed the little gloves of Kathy's breasts.
The slender blonde pulled her imprisoned arm from under her father's neck. She sat up on the narrow bunk and pulled her T-shirt off. The sliding cloth stiffened both nipples into berry pink points.
Mike looked at the luscious tips. Kathy's aureoles shaded from lemonade pink at the sharp-defined edges to coral across the square points. He reached slowly to touch them.
Each perfect tip was firm and rubbery. They indented slightly with his soft pinch, but the core was rock-hard. Kathy looked moistly into his face as he explored the miraculous beauty of her nipples. She lowered her eyelids and floated in the sensation.
Kathy kept palming her father's cock. Her hand slid across the bulge, then wandered to his crotch. She pressed gently on the hard width of his trapped balls. She loved the virile warmth between his strong thighs.
Mike looked past his eyebrows at Kathy as he moved toward her bosom. Her smile widened slightly and she nodded at her father. He kissed the twin pearls of her nipples.
Kathy all but forgot Mike's crotch. His tongue lapped around the base of each little tittie and the wet slithering drove her wild.
Mike kissed all around the pink circles that tipped his daughter's exquisite breasts. He'd never felt the firm, springy softness of a little girl's flesh before. His daughter was twice as deliciously feminine as any woman he'd known. Her perfect skin was smooth and unmarked. Kathy's bosom was evenly firm, white as milk. He almost feared the pleasure of kissing her nipples.
Kathy held his head before her chest. She waited breathlessly to feel her father's mouth sucking her hot-pointed titties in, to feel him drawing all the lewd sensuality from the alert spires.
Mike parted his lips and put them around the hard tip of one delightful breast. He inhaled, and the moving air chilled Kathy's pink nugget. The jewel stiffened to its ultimate, and Mike pressed it between his lips.
His hands still circled the firm tissues of Kathy's tittie. He covered the smooth circle of her aureole and rolled his tongue around the bead. The stiff, rubbery responsiveness delighted him. Mike chewed gently at his daughter's nipple. A slight hint of female pungency flowed over his taste buds when he sucked.
Kathy couldn't sort out what her father was doing to her nipples. Pleasure flowed from the point, filling her whole body. She knew that her pussy was warming to the tender mauling, but all her sensuous feeling focused at the tip of her breast. She breathed deeper and a little humming sound vibrated in her throat. Kathy ran her hands over her father's head and enjoyed the kisses.
Mike moved his mouth off her nipple. He dabbed around her corona with the tip of his tongue. He pressed the little circle in, and; the indented flesh sprang back up. He surrounded Kathy's stiff tip with loving little stabs of delight, then he lapped across the sensitive end. Mike bathed Kathy's nipple with long, lascivious strokes, not stopping until his daughter began twisting sinuously.
Kathy rubbed her breasts across Mike's face. She thrilled to the sensation each time her nipples bent sideways and slid on her father's skin. She wondered if the feeling would be stronger if her titties were bigger. Any more hot delight would have overpowered the girl.
Mike leaned back and looked into his daughter's face. His eyes were no longer troubled, he smiled at her, his eyebrows asking if she'd enjoyed the tender attentions of his kisses. Kathy sat up, her wide, glossy-lipped smile telling him of her contentment.
The slim blonde girl undid her father's buttons. She pulled his shirt open and kissed his flat nipples. The little brown tips poked up like pencil points. She kissed the hairy line down the center of his belly and began opening his pants.
Mike's guilt disappeared. He watched Kathy spread his fly open. He waited, trembling, for her to draw his cock out. He couldn't remember when his prick had been as hard as it was now.
Kathy pulled at his trousers, trying to slide them down his hips. Mike lay like a sultan, luxuriating in his daughter's lewd attentions. He raised his body slightly, and Kathy tugged the pants from under his buttocks. Mike was mesmerized by Kathy's flowing blonde hair. Her titties hung over his crotch and swayed in fractions of an inch. Even hanging down, they looked firm, springy, and utterly delicious.
Kathy pulled his shoes and socks off. She pulled each leg of his pants off, then let the heavy cloth drop to the floor at the foot of the bunk. She moved back up toward his crotch and put her hand on Mike's prick.
He moaned. Mike rested on his elbows and watched his half-naked daughter caress his still-hidden erection. Every tender, sensuous touch made the hot blood pound in his rampant pole. He gasped when her fingers slid inside his fly and he felt his daughter touch the awesome weapon for the first time.
Kathy loved the feeling of her father's cock. It seemed more alive, more real than Bob's prick. The stiff warmth flowed into her fingers. She pulled her hand away.
The little blonde girl smiled at her father. "It's lovely," she told him. "I think it's just wonderful, Daddy." Mike melted inside at her praise.
Kathy pulled the elastic down from his waist. She lifted the band over Mike's virile saber and he raised his hips. Kathy tempted herself, not looking at the wide-knobbed tool until she'd stripped her father's shorts completely off.
"Ooohh," she breathed. Kathy sneaked up along his slightly spread legs. The heavy, wrinkled mass of his scrotum drew her gaze, but her eyes locked onto the fleshy column of her daddy's cock.
Kathy lifted it from his belly. She caressed the vein-traced skin of the shaft with her fingertips. "It's so big, Daddy," she said, looking wide-eyed into his face. "It must feel wonderful!" She lowered her head and kissed the sweat-gleaming shaft.
"Honey," Mike cooed, "I don't think you should do that right now. I'm about to go off." He held his breath and watched his pretty daughter reluctantly stop. The feathery touches of her lips had made his glans swell to its hugest purple width.
Kathy touched the insides of his thighs. Mike opened his legs a little further for her. The lovely child inspected the meaty mystery of his sac.
"I like these," she whispered, rolling his balls inside the loose covering. Her fingers measured the egg-like shapes and she felt the twining cords and tubes that held them. Kathy reveled in the oily feel of his crotch-sweat.
Mike felt the familiar ache of extreme arousal clamp down inside his balls. His daughter held the hot orbs and examined the grizzled skin of his sac. He moaned when her soft hair trailed like hundreds of tiny fingers across his swollen prick.
"I'm not hurting you, am I, Daddy?" Kathy asked. He shook his head. She watched his face closely. Her eyes gleaned as she said, "Can I look at you more later? I want to feel this beautiful penis inside me now.”
Mike nodded. He closed his eyes. It was all the man could do to keep himself from grabbing his daughter and tearing the skirt away from her Joins. He felt her move off of the bunk and heard her unbuttoning her skirt.
Mike watched his daughter skin out of the garment. Her hair flowed almost to the tops of her high-set breasts. Her white panties clung tightly to the pad of flesh over her pubic bone. The rounded width of her hips surprised him. His daughter was so thin, yet her body had become womanly, almost before he'd noticed.
Kathy kept her skinned hip away from her father's view as she stood in front of him. She loved the assured, masculine way he leaned on one elbow and looked at her. The little girl thrust her titties forward. Her sucked-in waist accentuated the points of her hipbones, and each pussylip showed its delicious shape through her panties.
"Do you like looking at me, Daddy?" Kathy asked. She surveyed him, from his hungry face to the massive pole that sprang hot from his loins.
"You are beautiful, Kathy," Mike said sincerely. "I've never seen a woman who could compare to you," His eyes drank in every erotic feature of his daughter's slim body.
Kathy turned in profile. Her breasts peeked shyly through the curtain of her shimmering hair when she bent to remove her panties. She straightened and turned toward her father. The pale beauty flowed, rather than walked, to the bunk.
A lump rose in Mike's throat. Kathy moved toward him. Her delectable, naked closeness made sweat break out from every pore. He moved against the chilly metal wall of the truck and his lovely daughter slid onto the mattress beside him.
Kathy felt herself trembling. She wanted to feel her father enter her wet, clinging pussy, but the immense size and heat of his proud weapon scared her. She lay on her back and begged for gentleness with her wide blue eyes.
Mike rolled on top of his daughter. Her parchment-smooth skin radiated heat. He supported his torso on one arm and grasped his prick. "Are you sure, honey?" he asked softly. Mike realized they shook like two leaves.
Kathy opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She gulped and nodded. Her pussy was a steaming oven of need. She felt the rich juices coating her flesh. She had to have her father's cock now, despite its awesome size.
Mike guided the head of his cock up against his daughter's pussy. Her knees were high on each side of him. The sudden, slippery heat met his knob and amazed him.
Connie had always loved screwing, but even she wasn't as hotly ready as twelve-year-old Kathy. Mike spread Kathy's slippery labia with his thumb and forefinger and gasped. Her body nestled around the blunt end of his cock like a full-lipped mouth.
Kathy willed her legs open farther. She needed Mike's cock desperately. She thought her hips would separate and swallow him up.
Her cunny was tight, clinging lasciviously as Mike inched his prick deeper. He watched his daughter's eyes while his glans slowly opened the walls of her vagina.
Kathy hummed with intense pleasure. The sensitive flesh of her pussy caressed the firm invader. She felt herself spreading around the spongy mass of her father's cockhead, and the little girl had to force herself not to cum. The ridge around his wide glans hadn't passed her pubic sphincter yet, and Kathy wanted all the incestuous fullness her father could give.
Mike felt the slight dry unreadiness of the inner channel. He pulled back a fraction, and the clinging entrance of Kathy's pussy stayed against his prick. A little more juice spread over the flaring head and he moved forward again.
"I love you, Daddy," Kathy said, her voice was low and soft. She moved her hips under him, letting her pussy plead for more of his magical cock.
"I love you too, Kathy," Mike said. "I've never loved anybody so much before." He moved his hips in circles, and his cockhead entered a trifle farther. Each slow rotation lubricated the couple's flesh a little more. Kathy's pussy milked at the rich width of Mike's knob, and he felt the wetness grow.
Every time Mike pulled his cock back from his daughter's tender orifice, she closed the soft circle of her vaginal sphincter. The little blonde made her pussy kiss her father's glans, caressing the heart-shaped end over and over again.
Mike pushed a little farther, and his ridge passed the narrow, wet gate to Kathy's inner depths. The soft folds of her intimate grotto clung around his nerve-laden prickhead. Mike and Kathy hummed in simultaneous pleasure. She nodded up at him.
Kathy felt the narrow neck of her daddy's cock move back and forth in her cunny. The ring of cuntal muscle caressed it, sucking like a little mouth. She squeezed and pulled at the smooth stiffness until Mike shook his head.
Kathy forced the loving muscle to relax. She realized what her father wanted as he began longer, more forceful strokes. She matched his movement, hoping to feel the lush fullness of his prickhead deep in her belly.
Mike still rotated his cock in Kathy s pussy. He felt a virile happiness spread through his loins, he hadn't had such lascivious happiness since Kathy's mother had died. He reveled in the swampy warmth of his daughter's pussy.
Kathy ignored the twinges from her bruised hip. She responded to her father's rollicking movements with fluid rocking. Her hips moved as free as oil-filled pillows, swiveling and swallowing the increasing length of her daddy's rock-hard prick.
Mike stirred around in his daughter's pussy. His cock stretched the walls and moved her innards around. He sank steadily deeper in her yielding flesh. Kathy's juicy responsiveness thrilled every nerve in his body.
Kathy was ready to start cumming around her father's ever-moving organ. The lewd circling stretched her down-fuzzed labia, pulling them back and forth against her clit. The stiff nubbin sent rays of erotic sensation throughout her slender body. She held her orgasm off, knowing that the hot feeling would build until she couldn't sustain any more pleasure.
Kathy's overheated cunny felt the first wiry coils of her father's cockbush brushing her skin. Though her cuntal channel was soaked with the musky oil of her lewdness, Mike hadn't yet plunged full depth in her. She arched upward, trying to get the last inch of his cock inside her.
Suddenly a new sensation jolted Kathy. The thick, blunt end of Mike's cock nudged her womb. She rocked her hips, and the pressure stopped for a moment Mike thrust again, and the inward thrill made the girl gasp.
Mike smiled down into her fluttering eyes. He felt the hard delight of her cervix, and he slid his cock all the way home. Every long, slow circle of their welded hips would make his cockridge slide across the deep-hidden organ.
Kathy felt all her control fading away. Any semblance of thought fled from her mind. She knew her cum was starting, and her father's pubic bone ground against the stiff trigger of her clit.
Kathy started cumming. Her cuntal sphincter clasped around the base of her father's cock. Her hips churned like a washing machine. Her knees flew wrenchingly farther apart and she thrust her clenching cunt against Mike.
Mike rolled in the rhythmic waves of his daughter's orgasm. He felt the charge grow at the base of his cock. His balls swayed like two meaty pendulums. He romped in her passionate depths.
Mike had never felt a pussy so luxurious. Kathy's cunt squeezed his prick like a buttery fist. Her heels hooked behind his knees, urging him to ride her cunt faster and harder.
Mike rampaged in her clenching depths. An icy thrill welled up in his prickhead. His asscheeks tightened. Mike plunged into his orgiastic daughter with complete abandon. He looked into her sweating face and locked his mouth on hers.
His tongue thrust into her mouth. Kathy's hot breath gusted on his cheek. Kathy felt her father fucking her in her cunt and her mouth. She shuddered under him. His body was like a mountain, heavy and rock-hard on top of her.
Their loins locked together. Kathy and her father bucked in unison. Lost in the fiery tension of her own orgasm, Kathy felt her daddy's prick tensing and knew he was shooting masses of thick, stringy cum into her belly.
Tears of joy spurted from her eyes. Kathy felt the stabbing force of the seed against the mouth of her womb. She wept gladly as Mike's muscles in-knotted and he collapsed in the wide cradle of her hips.
Kathy kept rolling and hunching under him. Her motions slowed and she sucked less at Mike's tongue. Her cum burst faded and she lay quiet, impaled by her father's still-hard prick.
Headlights blazed through the windshield. Kathy saw the curtain at the front of the truck move in the wind. Mike had left the big sliding door open!