Mark Golden - Kathy_s Young Mouth

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.