Mark Golden - Kathy_s Young Mouth

Her fine blonde hair trailed over her shoulders. Kathy stared at the frustrating fabric of Bob's underpants, then reached through the opening. He eased his belt to help her.

Bob was uncomfortable. He didn't think that anyone had noticed them standing near the drop-off, but he wondered why Kathy had taken charge so quickly. He was used to women being forward with him, but not twelve-year-old girls.

Kathy's fingers tingled. The sweaty heat of the stiff masculine wand surprised her. She pulled Bob's weapon out of the gap of his underwear and stared.

She'd had a quick glance of her father's cock when she'd surprised him, but Kathy had never studied a prick up close. The most she knew about the subject of cocks was that the boys at school laughed at each other and some of them got embarrassed when their pants bulged.

"It's so warm!" she exclaimed. "I didn't think it would be hot!" Kathy lifted the prick and touched it with her other hand. The film of sweat didn't surprise her-her own crotch stayed damp when she wore trousers, like today.

Bob lay on his back and watched Kathy's hands roam over his cock. She looked at the head and squeezed his shaft.

"I like the way it feels," she pronounced. "It's stiff, but the skin is really nice-like velvet." Kathy all but forgot about revenge on her father. She was fascinated by Bob's forbidden tool.

Kathy bent over his cock and Bob smiled. She was memorizing the wide flare of the head and the brownish ring of his circumcision scar. It seemed she would be able to draw a road map of the red-and-blue veins along his fleshy column from memory.

Kathy touched her fingers to the spongy knob of Bob's glans. "Ooh! That's kind of neat. It feels funny, but it's neat." She looked up at him with a serious concern. "You don't mind when I touch it, do you?”

Bob shook his head and smiled. "Not at all, Kathy." He thought, What in the hell am I doing here* This little chick's gotta be some kind of freak! I'm crazy if I stay here and let her mess around with my cock!

It does feel good, though. She's a sexy little thing, for being so thin and all. A pretty little girl like her isn't supposed to even think about men, but I guess they do. She's safer here with me, he decided.

Kathy opened Bob's slacks further. She was curious about the loose, hairy skin of his sac. It barely showed at the bottom edge of his fly. She reached in with two slender fingers.

"They're very sensitive," Bob said. Kathy turned quizzically and he added, "My testicles." She nodded and turned back to her journey of manual discovery.

Kathy's fingers pulled at the heat-slacked skin of Bob's scrotum. The sac was greasy with sweat, and his tight-curled pubic hair felt wiry. The mixed sensations, together with the musty smell of his crotch, fanned a little flame in Kathy's pussy.

"They're bigger than I thought they'd be," Kathy said in a low voice, fondling one of the walnut-sized ovoids. "And the way they roll around! They're hard to catch!”

"D-don't squeeze quite so hard, honey," Bob said after a sharp intake of breath.

"I'm sorry! I didn't hurt you, did I?" Kathy didn't turn to look for a sign from Bob. She went on, "I'd like to take a better look, but I don't guess you want to take your pants off here.”

"I'd love to, Kathy, but it's not a good idea. There's two hundred people around here!" Bob's voice showed the worry in his mind, but Kathy's cool fingers were stroking up and down the shaft of his prick.

Kathy leaned down onto one elbow. She stared at the single drop of fluid on the end of Bob's prick. The little blonde girl tightened her fist around his cockshaft and jacked slowly up and down. She wanted.to urge more of the milky stuff out.

"That's nice," Bob breathed. He could just see the swells of Kathy's tits through the collar of her work shirt. He touched her long, flaxen hair and Kathy stroked faster.

The drop on the end of Bob's virile lance swelled, then grew and shrank with Kathy's thin-fingered jackstrokes.

Kathy decided that the drop wasn't going to get any bigger. She leaned closer to the red-knobbed organ and opened her pink lips. Bob watched her head approaching his cock and tension knotted in his balls. He sat up, leaning on his elbows.

Kathy was elegant in profile. Her long, dark-tinted lashes fluttered. Her aquiline nose pointed just above Bob's cockhead, and shimmering blonde hair hid most of her face. Her two-handed strokes slowed and she extended her tongue.

Bob hissed as Kathy's cool tongue-tip contacted his glans. She licked at it with fluttering little strokes, scooping the single drop of fluid from his cumslit.

Kathy relished the slightly flat taste. She spread the drop, mixed with her spit, over the end of Bob's prick. The knob grew under her tongue, filling with blood.

The texture changed. All the little vestigial wrinkles flattened out, and the skin shined with her saliva. Kathy ran her tongue around the edge of the heart-shaped glans and pulled back just far enough to look at it.

"I like that. It tastes kind of strange, but I really dig the end of it moves!" She announced her pleasure as smugly as a visiting lecturer.

Kathy went down onto Bob's cock again. She carefully covered her teeth with her lips and stretched her mouth into a sensuous oval. Kathy let about half of the cockhead into the circle of her lips and bathed the end with the flat of her tongue.

Bob brushed Kathy's long hair back from her face. The picture of the slim youthful beauty slowly taking his weapon into her mouth was incredibly erotic. Her open jaw accentuated the hollows under her cheekbones. He watched as she pulled back, closing her lips with slight, gently sucking pressure.

Kathy opened further, slowly encompassing the whole saliva-slicked cockhead. Her pussy grew warm and moister with each careful abduction of Bob's meaty wand.

Is this what they call a blow job? It doesn't seem like I should blow. It just wants to be kissed and sucked-I can feel what it needs!

I wonder what Daddy's penis feels like. Do they all taste the same? Kathy drove the idea of Mary Jackson out of her mind and gave a deep suck on Bob's prick.

Kathy felt Bob's cock throb briefly with a surge of virile heat. She concentrated on keeping her even white teeth from scraping the soft skin of his glans.

"Oh, yeah, Kathy, suck on it-just like that, Honey," Bob murmured. "You're doin' just fine!”

Kathy gave the stalk of his wide-tipped rod a squeeze. She sucked up and down on it, feeling the flaring knob respond, filling her mouth.

Bob began to stroke with Kathy's bobbing head. The suction on his cock increased. Icy tingles made his sperm-charged balls lose the ache he'd carried since the night before.

Kathy loved the feeling. She'd gone from just a few glimpses of her father's erection to carefully examining Bob's rigid tool. Now she found one of the answers to the heat that thoughts of male hardness brought to her pussy.

Kathy's cunny sweltered in her pants. Her nipples were swollen, stiff against her work shirt. She locked her slender hands around Bob's cockshaft and squirmed, trying to scratch the lewd itch in her loins.

Bob saw that the little blonde was becoming more and more aroused. He reached down and touched the rubbery firmness of her conical titty.

The stiff nipple ground into his palm. The size and heat of that pink tip astounded him. Kathy's nipples were as big and hard as Mary Jackson's brown nuggets!

Bob fumbled his hand down the open neck of Kathy's shirt. He cupped the child's blossoming titty, and a surge of lust shot up his arm. Her baby-soft skin was smoother than parchment.

Kathy started humming with erotic joy when Bob rolled her nipple between his fingers. She twisted on the ground and undid her top button.

She returned her hand to Bob's prick. He rocked his hips as the couple squirmed around, prodding deeper into her suctioning mouth with his cock. His cockhead pressed against the swampy softness of her palate. The tiny vibrations of her humming supercharged Bob's raging prick. He wondered if he should pull out.