Mark Golden - Kathy_s Young Mouth

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.

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.