Mark Golden - Kathy_s Young Mouth

The head of his prick was already flaming crimson. Mary put her hands over his on her tits and helped him squeeze. She could almost reach the swollen knob with her tongue on the upstroke.

Mary felt his long thrusts quicken. Her pulse pounded faster and faster. She saw that her tits glistened with sweat, but Mike's cockhead never disappeared between them. The bony side ridges of his thick shaft made the tissues of her bosom vibrate, but Mary wanted to feel the spongy, sensitive sides of his glans. She tried to lift her titties to surround it.

"Not wet enough," Mike gasped. Mary watched the plunging strokes and felt her cunt juice soaking through her panties. She moved her hands to Mike's pumping ass and gathered saliva in her mouth.

Mary worked her tongue for long seconds, bringing the froth out of the soft warmth of her mouth. She watched the rhythmic rise and fall of Mike's cock head, just out of reach of her tongue. Mary dug her sharp fingernails into Mike's ass, lengthening his upstroke. She let a big wad of foamy spit drool over his prick.

"God! Do that again," Mike said. The sudden wet warmth shocked him and a tremor raced through his balls.

Mary gathered more spit and reveled in the sensation. With her tits wetter, Mike pulled the wide head of his prick down into he clinging valley of her tits. Mary pressed herself against him harder. His cockbush rubbed her sore nipples and she started cumming again.

Mary's forehead pushed against Mike's belly. She watched the rapid appearance and disappearance of his glistening knob and drooled her saliva down onto it again. Her hands clawed at his ass, spreading the tense cheeks.

Mike fucked harder and faster. Mary's tits were warm and wet, and the immense softness caressed his balls on every long upstroke. The tubes in his sac coiled tighter than clocksprings and Mary spit a third time.

His cock exploded. A thick jet of semen met the slippery string of her saliva and blasted into Mary's face. He pulled her tight against his groin, and milky seed splattered on her throat, her lips, her forehead. He felt the orgasmic power of her ass-clawing fingers, and his hips jerked until his balls were drained. His knees weakened and Mike faltered, just as gravel scraped outside.

Mary, cum dripping all over her pretty face, froze. She and Mike looked at each other in sudden fear.

"What was that?" Mary whispered. Her face was strained. She looked at the little watch on her wrist. "It couldn't have been Milt!”

Mike looked around, the Plexiglas skylight had illuminated them both. The curtain that separated them form the cab eddied in the slight draft that chilled the sweat on their skins. "I don't know what it was. Nobody could have seen us, though," he lied.

"Are you sure? I've had a feeling lately like I'm being watched." Mary shook her head. "Damn! I was all set to relax with you until you had to dress for your flight. Maybe tonight, if I can slip away from my husband… ”

Mike shook his head. "I don't think so." Mary's face fell. "No, no, Mary. I have a daughter to take care of, remember? I enjoyed the hell out of that sex just now, but I do have to spend time with Kathy, you know?”

At that moment, Kathy was running blindly away from the camper. Tears of jealous rage filled her blue eyes. I knew it! I didn't trust her, and I was right! Mary Jackson's just-just a, man-hungry tramp!

The picture she'd seen through the curling curtain burned into her brain: Mary's round knees on each side of her father's body and her red-painted fingernails digging into his buttocks.

How could he let that woman put her mouth on his… his penis! She's married to his friend-and she's so cheap and obvious! Oh, Daddy, WHY?

Kathy stopped running in the midst of the shoulder-high brush overlooking the drop-off into the valley. Details of the scene kept coming back to her, like Mary's white sweater and shorts on the floor of the truck. Kathy stood with her shoulders slumped, shaking with sobs.

Maybe she wasn't sucking him-but why were they both naked? She must have been doing it! She didn't- make Bob Williams bring his thing out last night, so why did Daddy?

I've got to do something. It's not fair for him to do that with that woman. Is it just because her titties are so big? He never ever messed around when Mom was alive!

Kathy was wrapped up in her thoughts. She hid her face in her hands and tried to think of a way to punish her father. Every time the picture of his hips thrusting at Mary Jackson flashed in her mind, Kathy shook with fresh sobs.

She sniffled quietly, opening her eyes to look out over the valley. Her face was streaked with wet, salty lines. She bit her lip and stood mute, casting through her mind for a weapon of revenge.

A hand touched her shoulder and Kathy jumped. "Kathy?”

She turned toward the voice. It was Bob Williams.

"You are Kathy Andrews, aren't you?" he asked. The young liquor heir had a troubled look on his face. His brows were furrowed with concern.

Kathy nodded, looking down at the ground. "Y-yes, I'm Kathy.”

"What's wrong? Can I do anything to help?" Kathy shook her head. When Bob tried to lift her chin so she would look into his face, she sobbed and threw her slender, twelve-year-old body against him.

"Hey, Kathy, come on," Bob said, patting her shoulders. "It's all right." The young man was baffled. The little girl's tears made him uncomfortable and he felt stumblingly awkward.

Bob Williams very seldom felt awkward. In the two years since his trust fund had matured, he'd been able to buy his way into more and more expensive hobbies. Five-eight and muscular, his curly brown hair never needed a comb. Women of every age swarmed over him. His salaried ground crew stayed in better rooms than many of the competitors, but he couldn't buy a way.to cope with the pretty child's tears.

Bob felt his alarm growing with his erection, Kathy pressed herself tight against him and he was afraid she would feel the stiffening cock against her belly. She'd just begun to sniffle instead of sobbing piteously against his shirt.

Kathy rested her head against Bob. She felt the man's prick extending, and her sniffles tapered off as an idea formed. With a cool hatred for her father's treachery, she raised her tear-streaked face and said, "Kiss me.”

Bob looked at her. Kathy seemed calmer, and her arms were clinging to his torso. The firm cones of her breasts molded against him. He didn't want her to start crying again, so he bent to her parted lips.

The salty taste of Kathy's tears lingered on her mouth. The palms of her hands flattened on Bob's back and she licked tentatively at his mouth.

Bob held her tighter. He let her tongue probe against his. The salty wetness of the little of the little girl's mouth made his prick harder than a crowbar. The languorous sensuality of her tongue movements surprised Bob. Her hips rocked, and he felt the blue-balled flash of last night's frustration.

He's really getting hard! Kathy felt a little twinge of fear as she rubbed up against Bob's thick weapon, but the image of Mary and her father came back to her. Her resolve jellied, harder than Bob's steely prick.

Bob Williams felt his balls simmering. He wondered what the slender blonde was doing. He had fleeting visions of Kathy's father, looking large and angry. He pulled his mouth away from the pretty girl's lips, but his cock still pounded furiously at his fly.

Kathy saw Bob starting to form a question with his lips. "Don't say anything," she whispered, and she tugged him down to the ground among the bushes. Her round blue eyes were serious. She ran her hand over the long swelling in his slacks.

The shrubs cut off the sounds from the glider-port. All the two people could hear was the whispering of leaves and their own heavy breathing. Kathy fumbled with Bob's zipper.