Mark Golden - Kathy_s Young Mouth

Mike felt the slight dry unreadiness of the inner channel. He pulled back a fraction, and the clinging entrance of Kathy's pussy stayed against his prick. A little more juice spread over the flaring head and he moved forward again.

"I love you, Daddy," Kathy said, her voice was low and soft. She moved her hips under him, letting her pussy plead for more of his magical cock.

"I love you too, Kathy," Mike said. "I've never loved anybody so much before." He moved his hips in circles, and his cockhead entered a trifle farther. Each slow rotation lubricated the couple's flesh a little more. Kathy's pussy milked at the rich width of Mike's knob, and he felt the wetness grow.

Every time Mike pulled his cock back from his daughter's tender orifice, she closed the soft circle of her vaginal sphincter. The little blonde made her pussy kiss her father's glans, caressing the heart-shaped end over and over again.

Mike pushed a little farther, and his ridge passed the narrow, wet gate to Kathy's inner depths. The soft folds of her intimate grotto clung around his nerve-laden prickhead. Mike and Kathy hummed in simultaneous pleasure. She nodded up at him.

Kathy felt the narrow neck of her daddy's cock move back and forth in her cunny. The ring of cuntal muscle caressed it, sucking like a little mouth. She squeezed and pulled at the smooth stiffness until Mike shook his head.

Kathy forced the loving muscle to relax. She realized what her father wanted as he began longer, more forceful strokes. She matched his movement, hoping to feel the lush fullness of his prickhead deep in her belly.

Mike still rotated his cock in Kathy s pussy. He felt a virile happiness spread through his loins, he hadn't had such lascivious happiness since Kathy's mother had died. He reveled in the swampy warmth of his daughter's pussy.

Kathy ignored the twinges from her bruised hip. She responded to her father's rollicking movements with fluid rocking. Her hips moved as free as oil-filled pillows, swiveling and swallowing the increasing length of her daddy's rock-hard prick.

Mike stirred around in his daughter's pussy. His cock stretched the walls and moved her innards around. He sank steadily deeper in her yielding flesh. Kathy's juicy responsiveness thrilled every nerve in his body.

Kathy was ready to start cumming around her father's ever-moving organ. The lewd circling stretched her down-fuzzed labia, pulling them back and forth against her clit. The stiff nubbin sent rays of erotic sensation throughout her slender body. She held her orgasm off, knowing that the hot feeling would build until she couldn't sustain any more pleasure.

Kathy's overheated cunny felt the first wiry coils of her father's cockbush brushing her skin. Though her cuntal channel was soaked with the musky oil of her lewdness, Mike hadn't yet plunged full depth in her. She arched upward, trying to get the last inch of his cock inside her.

Suddenly a new sensation jolted Kathy. The thick, blunt end of Mike's cock nudged her womb. She rocked her hips, and the pressure stopped for a moment Mike thrust again, and the inward thrill made the girl gasp.

Mike smiled down into her fluttering eyes. He felt the hard delight of her cervix, and he slid his cock all the way home. Every long, slow circle of their welded hips would make his cockridge slide across the deep-hidden organ.

Kathy felt all her control fading away. Any semblance of thought fled from her mind. She knew her cum was starting, and her father's pubic bone ground against the stiff trigger of her clit.

Kathy started cumming. Her cuntal sphincter clasped around the base of her father's cock. Her hips churned like a washing machine. Her knees flew wrenchingly farther apart and she thrust her clenching cunt against Mike.

Mike rolled in the rhythmic waves of his daughter's orgasm. He felt the charge grow at the base of his cock. His balls swayed like two meaty pendulums. He romped in her passionate depths.

Mike had never felt a pussy so luxurious. Kathy's cunt squeezed his prick like a buttery fist. Her heels hooked behind his knees, urging him to ride her cunt faster and harder.

Mike rampaged in her clenching depths. An icy thrill welled up in his prickhead. His asscheeks tightened. Mike plunged into his orgiastic daughter with complete abandon. He looked into her sweating face and locked his mouth on hers.

His tongue thrust into her mouth. Kathy's hot breath gusted on his cheek. Kathy felt her father fucking her in her cunt and her mouth. She shuddered under him. His body was like a mountain, heavy and rock-hard on top of her.

Their loins locked together. Kathy and her father bucked in unison. Lost in the fiery tension of her own orgasm, Kathy felt her daddy's prick tensing and knew he was shooting masses of thick, stringy cum into her belly.

Tears of joy spurted from her eyes. Kathy felt the stabbing force of the seed against the mouth of her womb. She wept gladly as Mike's muscles in-knotted and he collapsed in the wide cradle of her hips.

Kathy kept rolling and hunching under him. Her motions slowed and she sucked less at Mike's tongue. Her cum burst faded and she lay quiet, impaled by her father's still-hard prick.

Headlights blazed through the windshield. Kathy saw the curtain at the front of the truck move in the wind. Mike had left the big sliding door open!

Mike felt his daughter tense under him. He opened his eyes as she hissed, "Someone's outside!”

It had grown dark while Mike and Kathy fucked in the camper. The little bulbs glowed yellow. Mike levered himself onto his elbows and whispered, "Put on a nightgown, honey." He slid his cock out of Kathy's tight-clenched pussy and reached for his pants.

Gravel crunched under the tires as the car outside stopped. Mike dressed rapidly and went outside. He gathered up the cooking gear and turned out the lantern.

Kathy was sitting up in her bunk with a sheet pulled over her lap. "What is it, Daddy?" she asked. She heard the door slide closed before he answered.

"It's just a couple of kids looking for a place to neck," Mike said. He brushed through the slit in the curtain with their unfinished plates in his hands.

Kathy patted the bunk beside her. Mike sat and handed his smiling daughter a plate. "I hope they have as nice a time as I did," she said. Kathy leaned against her father's shoulder.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Mike said. He put his arm around her. Kathy nodded. He kissed her quickly and added, "I don't think they'll be that lucky. I never had anybody as good as you." They ate in silence, touching one another gently all the while.

Mike set the plates down and began hanging his hammock. Kathy watched him sleepily for a few seconds, then realized what her father was doing.

"Oh, Daddy! I thought you would sleep next to me!" Her voice was plaintive.

Mike turned guiltily. "I really shouldn't, baby. I have to fly tomorrow, and it's going to be a very big day." He looked into her saddened face and stepped across to comfort her.

"Hey, honey, it's okay. I'll hold you until you go to sleep, all right?" Mike folded his arms around Kathy and hugged her.

She snuggled against his chest. "I don't want to sleep without you at all," she said, "not ever. I need you all the time, Daddy.”

Mike held her until she fell asleep. He suddenly realized he was dead tired, just as he took his neatly folded pajamas out of the cupboard. In the warmth of the truck, he decided to dispense with his modesty. He lay naked in the hammock, brooding about his daughter.

What the hell have I done? Kathy's a beautiful girl, but she's my daughter! How am I going to break this off without having my baby hate me?

And how in the world can I keep from fucking her* Kathy's fantastic in the sack. I haven't been able to keep anything away from her when she cries, just like tonight.