Mark Golden - Kathy_s Young Mouth

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.