Mark Golden - Kathy_s Young Mouth

"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.