Mark Golden - Kathy_s Young Mouth

Kathy couldn't sort out what her father was doing to her nipples. Pleasure flowed from the point, filling her whole body. She knew that her pussy was warming to the tender mauling, but all her sensuous feeling focused at the tip of her breast. She breathed deeper and a little humming sound vibrated in her throat. Kathy ran her hands over her father's head and enjoyed the kisses.

Mike moved his mouth off her nipple. He dabbed around her corona with the tip of his tongue. He pressed the little circle in, and; the indented flesh sprang back up. He surrounded Kathy's stiff tip with loving little stabs of delight, then he lapped across the sensitive end. Mike bathed Kathy's nipple with long, lascivious strokes, not stopping until his daughter began twisting sinuously.

Kathy rubbed her breasts across Mike's face. She thrilled to the sensation each time her nipples bent sideways and slid on her father's skin. She wondered if the feeling would be stronger if her titties were bigger. Any more hot delight would have overpowered the girl.

Mike leaned back and looked into his daughter's face. His eyes were no longer troubled, he smiled at her, his eyebrows asking if she'd enjoyed the tender attentions of his kisses. Kathy sat up, her wide, glossy-lipped smile telling him of her contentment.

The slim blonde girl undid her father's buttons. She pulled his shirt open and kissed his flat nipples. The little brown tips poked up like pencil points. She kissed the hairy line down the center of his belly and began opening his pants.

Mike's guilt disappeared. He watched Kathy spread his fly open. He waited, trembling, for her to draw his cock out. He couldn't remember when his prick had been as hard as it was now.

Kathy pulled at his trousers, trying to slide them down his hips. Mike lay like a sultan, luxuriating in his daughter's lewd attentions. He raised his body slightly, and Kathy tugged the pants from under his buttocks. Mike was mesmerized by Kathy's flowing blonde hair. Her titties hung over his crotch and swayed in fractions of an inch. Even hanging down, they looked firm, springy, and utterly delicious.

Kathy pulled his shoes and socks off. She pulled each leg of his pants off, then let the heavy cloth drop to the floor at the foot of the bunk. She moved back up toward his crotch and put her hand on Mike's prick.

He moaned. Mike rested on his elbows and watched his half-naked daughter caress his still-hidden erection. Every tender, sensuous touch made the hot blood pound in his rampant pole. He gasped when her fingers slid inside his fly and he felt his daughter touch the awesome weapon for the first time.

Kathy loved the feeling of her father's cock. It seemed more alive, more real than Bob's prick. The stiff warmth flowed into her fingers. She pulled her hand away.

The little blonde girl smiled at her father. "It's lovely," she told him. "I think it's just wonderful, Daddy." Mike melted inside at her praise.

Kathy pulled the elastic down from his waist. She lifted the band over Mike's virile saber and he raised his hips. Kathy tempted herself, not looking at the wide-knobbed tool until she'd stripped her father's shorts completely off.

"Ooohh," she breathed. Kathy sneaked up along his slightly spread legs. The heavy, wrinkled mass of his scrotum drew her gaze, but her eyes locked onto the fleshy column of her daddy's cock.

Kathy lifted it from his belly. She caressed the vein-traced skin of the shaft with her fingertips. "It's so big, Daddy," she said, looking wide-eyed into his face. "It must feel wonderful!" She lowered her head and kissed the sweat-gleaming shaft.

"Honey," Mike cooed, "I don't think you should do that right now. I'm about to go off." He held his breath and watched his pretty daughter reluctantly stop. The feathery touches of her lips had made his glans swell to its hugest purple width.

Kathy touched the insides of his thighs. Mike opened his legs a little further for her. The lovely child inspected the meaty mystery of his sac.

"I like these," she whispered, rolling his balls inside the loose covering. Her fingers measured the egg-like shapes and she felt the twining cords and tubes that held them. Kathy reveled in the oily feel of his crotch-sweat.

Mike felt the familiar ache of extreme arousal clamp down inside his balls. His daughter held the hot orbs and examined the grizzled skin of his sac. He moaned when her soft hair trailed like hundreds of tiny fingers across his swollen prick.

"I'm not hurting you, am I, Daddy?" Kathy asked. He shook his head. She watched his face closely. Her eyes gleaned as she said, "Can I look at you more later? I want to feel this beautiful penis inside me now.”

Mike nodded. He closed his eyes. It was all the man could do to keep himself from grabbing his daughter and tearing the skirt away from her Joins. He felt her move off of the bunk and heard her unbuttoning her skirt.

Mike watched his daughter skin out of the garment. Her hair flowed almost to the tops of her high-set breasts. Her white panties clung tightly to the pad of flesh over her pubic bone. The rounded width of her hips surprised him. His daughter was so thin, yet her body had become womanly, almost before he'd noticed.

Kathy kept her skinned hip away from her father's view as she stood in front of him. She loved the assured, masculine way he leaned on one elbow and looked at her. The little girl thrust her titties forward. Her sucked-in waist accentuated the points of her hipbones, and each pussylip showed its delicious shape through her panties.

"Do you like looking at me, Daddy?" Kathy asked. She surveyed him, from his hungry face to the massive pole that sprang hot from his loins.

"You are beautiful, Kathy," Mike said sincerely. "I've never seen a woman who could compare to you," His eyes drank in every erotic feature of his daughter's slim body.

Kathy turned in profile. Her breasts peeked shyly through the curtain of her shimmering hair when she bent to remove her panties. She straightened and turned toward her father. The pale beauty flowed, rather than walked, to the bunk.

A lump rose in Mike's throat. Kathy moved toward him. Her delectable, naked closeness made sweat break out from every pore. He moved against the chilly metal wall of the truck and his lovely daughter slid onto the mattress beside him.

Kathy felt herself trembling. She wanted to feel her father enter her wet, clinging pussy, but the immense size and heat of his proud weapon scared her. She lay on her back and begged for gentleness with her wide blue eyes.

Mike rolled on top of his daughter. Her parchment-smooth skin radiated heat. He supported his torso on one arm and grasped his prick. "Are you sure, honey?" he asked softly. Mike realized they shook like two leaves.

Kathy opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She gulped and nodded. Her pussy was a steaming oven of need. She felt the rich juices coating her flesh. She had to have her father's cock now, despite its awesome size.

Mike guided the head of his cock up against his daughter's pussy. Her knees were high on each side of him. The sudden, slippery heat met his knob and amazed him.

Connie had always loved screwing, but even she wasn't as hotly ready as twelve-year-old Kathy. Mike spread Kathy's slippery labia with his thumb and forefinger and gasped. Her body nestled around the blunt end of his cock like a full-lipped mouth.

Kathy willed her legs open farther. She needed Mike's cock desperately. She thought her hips would separate and swallow him up.

Her cunny was tight, clinging lasciviously as Mike inched his prick deeper. He watched his daughter's eyes while his glans slowly opened the walls of her vagina.

Kathy hummed with intense pleasure. The sensitive flesh of her pussy caressed the firm invader. She felt herself spreading around the spongy mass of her father's cockhead, and the little girl had to force herself not to cum. The ridge around his wide glans hadn't passed her pubic sphincter yet, and Kathy wanted all the incestuous fullness her father could give.