Mark Golden - Kathy_s Young Mouth

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.