Kathy’s Young Mouth







Kathy’s Young Mouth



Chapter 1



Kathy Andrews hadn’t had time to change her clothes after school. Her father, Mike Andrews, had picked her up at the gate at three o’clock, his sailplane trailer already hooked to the ten-year-old family camper. Kathy waved goodbye to her girlfriend, Janie, and stepped up into the converted bread van.

Kathy stayed in front with her father. His whole life, since her mother had died, revolved around glider competition, and the sexy daughter loved to listen to her father’s hopes for the contests they traveled to.

Mike unhooked the trailer as his daughter looked at her scanty traveling wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear. She knew that he would knock politely before coming in, so Kathy took her time. Kathy took off her long-sleeved blouse and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She saw she would have to buy a new bra soon-the bandeau cut into her skin and left a mark when she shrugged out of the straps.

She arched her back to make her firm titties stand out. Maybe Daddy would let me go without a bra completely, she mused. The little cones of her bosom didn’t droop a millimeter. Pointed, perfectly symmetrical, each tittie could be mashed into a mound just the size of a half grapefruit. She brought her slim-fingered hands up and pressed her conical breasts into globes.

Kathy released the sensuous masses. She shook her head, and her long, ash-blonde hair fell over her shoulders. The soft ends of her straight, fine hair just brushed her nipples and the surprisingly large points stood up. They were pink as the inside of a strawberry.

Her skin was creamy-white, so clear that the little traceries of her veins showed blue under the surface. Kathy was just five feet tall, with a thin, studious face that lit up the whole world when she smiled.

Her eyes were deep blue and very round. The only makeup she wore was to accent her long, feathery lashes. Half-a-dozen freckles scattered across her thin, aquiline nose. Her pink lips were as level as her gaze at the corners, but full in the center, rising like a little bridge. Her teeth were white, straight as a ruler, and carnivorous little points showed when the little girl laughed.

Kathy unbuttoned the waist of her skirt and the zipper hissed silkily down. She hung the garment up carefully, thinking, I wonder why it’s always so hard to get those ladies in the lingerie department to sell me stockings. I don’t like pantyhose, I like real stockings. They’re so much easier to manage when I have to wear them all day! She turned back to the mirror to look at herself.

She wore only her garter belt and stockings with her frilly blue panties. The black straps of her garters showed plainly through the Wedgwood-blue nylon. The day had been long, the drive from the city very hot, so Kathy slipped her panties down.

He’s going to want to go to a restaurant for dinner tonight. Daddy always likes to do that the first part of a glider meet. He says going out makes him feel like we already won. I better leave my stockings on.

Her hipbones showed as Kathy turned herself this way and that in front of the mirror. Her garters curved over two small, round buttocks, like stripes of midnight on white paper. The dark, coffee-brown sheen of Kathy’s hose made her long slim thighs look even smoother. Her skin gleamed, pale under the black lace of the belt.

Kathy stood still again, her under slung pussy rocked slightly toward the mirror. I hope I don’t get much hairier down there. Hike the way it just barely covers the edges of my pussy opening.

She touched the downy curls. I bet it’s almost half an inch long now. It feels nice, even if it isn’t ns soft as the hair on my head. And it sure does make my pussy feel good!

Kathy felt her pulse accelerating. She bit her lip and grabbed a wraparound denim skirt. She felt a mysterious warmth in her loins that needed investigating, but not until she had more time. She heard a knock on the side of the van.

“I’ll be ready in a minute, Daddy,” she called. Kathy tied her skirt with flying fingers and grabbed a bulky pullover sweater. The knock sounded again as Kathy brushed long, fine strands of hair out of her eyes and opened the door.

“I didn’t mean to rush you, Kathy,” Mike Andrews said. “I’ve got to go talk to Milt Jackson, the technical inspector. Something about whether our plane meets the class requirements.”

“That’s silly, Daddy! It always has before-you built it to fit the rules!”

“I know, baby, but somebody might have protested us. I’ll be back in half an hour or so. Why don’t you just stick close to the truck, arid we’ll have a nice dinner in town when I get back, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy. Don’t be long, please? I’m awful hungry.” Kathy was suddenly aware of the gnawing feeling in her belly. She hadn’t eaten since noon, and dark was falling around the gliderport.

The evening was cooling the sultry air as Kathy locked the van and walked around the trailer-parking area. She recognized many of the trailers by their distinctive colors or the owner’s name painted on the sides. Long, narrow boxes sat in rows inside the impound fence. Late comers kept pulling in at the far gate, and the guard used a dim flashlight to find the entrant’s parking slot.

Kathy enjoyed these weekends with her father. She shared his faith that one good year of flying could open new doors, perhaps getting Mike Andrews a job designing and building the sailplanes he loved.

It wasn’t just the high hopes they shared that Kathy liked. All the people at the competitions were friendly, and Kathy and her father grew closer each time they traveled to a meet.

It might not go on much longer, though. Mike Andrews was an airframe mechanic, and the charter business he worked for was growing. He told Kathy that his boss grumbled now when Mike asked for time off to compete. At thirty-two, Mike looked three times his age when he told his daughter about having to give up soaring in competition.

Kathy brooded as she scuffed around the parking area. If Daddy doesn’t win this weekend, we won’t be able to go on any more long trips. The people at the little regionals are really nice, but he really should have a chance in the big contests.

She looked up, sensing a huge mass in front of her. That must be Bob Williams’ trailer, I bet Daddy would win every time if he inherited a million dollars. We could afford a moving van full of spare parts, and three different gliders, too.

“Come on, Mary,” Bob Williams said. “Milt’s gonna be tied up with Andrews half the night. My crew’s gone into town-nobody’ll bother us.”

Kathy stopped in her tracks. She heard Mary Jackson giggle. The little blonde girl sneaked quietly around the back of the huge, sky-blue rig. The hair on her nape stirred and her tennis shoes crunched on the gravel. Heavy breathing came from just around the corner of the trailer.

“Just kiss it, Bob, no more. I love it when you suck my pussy,” Mary said. Kathy bent down and looked around the bumper.

Tall, fair-haired Bob Williams touched one well-dressed knee to the ground as he skinned Mary Jackson’s slacks off. The white of Mary’s briefs showed against the crumpled denim. She lifted one tiny foot and kicked free of the cloth.

Kathy’s eyes bugged out. But she’s married! spun through her head. Kathy was astounded. She didn’t know what Bob and Mary were doing. Her stomach fluttered like the cold dawns when she’d had too much coffee and no breakfast. The breeze shot up her skirt, and Kathy realized she’d left her panties in the truck. She crouched on her fingertips and toes, like a sprinter before the start.

Mary Jackson’s puffy hairdo mashed out of shape against the big trailer. Her blouse was open, and her full, deep breasts quivered with her hot, shallow breathing. She pulled Bob’s head against her pussy. The thirty-five-year-old brunette spread her round thighs wide. She half-stood against the moonlit side of Bob’s massive rolling hangar.

“Yes, oh, Bob, right there!” Mary’s whisper sliced through the night air. “Mmmm, yes! Your tongue!!”

Bob’s slim, aristocratic fingers dug into Mary’s broad hips. “I love eating you,” he said, his husky voice muffled by her luxurious cuntal hair. He pressed her loins closer, cupping his hands under her silky-skinned buttocks.

Mary’s pussy had been wet since Bob grabbed her and kissed her. Her pulse raced when she helped him with the buttons of her blouse. Each touch of his fingers on her lush breasts had fanned the swampy heat in her loins, and now his lascivious tongue and suctioning lips delighted her.

Mary’s heels dug in. She curved her spine, presenting her eager pussy. Her toes curled ecstatically when she raised her hands to cup her bosom. Mary’s nipples stood completely erect in the cool of the evening, and goosebumps covered her skin. Her breasts were round and firm as two sweet, ripe melons.

Bob burrowed into her inviting loins. Thick, musky cream bathed his mouth and chin. Each sensitive part of Mary’s cuntal jungle sought out his tongue and lips. He wallowed in the tender heat of her wet, fevered pussy. Mary’s full, puffy labia surrounded his face. He slithered his tongue back and forth along the floor of her delicious cuntal valley.

Mary panted, moaning incoherent syllables into the night. The pretty woman’s tan skin was silvery in the cool, steady moonlight. Her shoulders slid down the side of the trailer until her wide, satiny buttocks completely filled Bob’s hands. Only her nape and shoulders touched the sky-blue van. Her knees were bent at a right angle and Bob cupped her hips like a huge bowl of nectar.

Mary’s torso moved in passionate waves. She undulated lasciviously, pushing her honey-filled pussy against Bob’s invading tongue.

Bob had to swallow her rich juices after every few long sucks. The soft internal folds of Mary’s vagina gushed like a milky mountain spring. The heavy scent of her lusty pussy filled his nostrils. His tongue plunged in and out like a tiny piston. His upper lip gnawed and teased at the stiff, sensuous button of her clitoris.

“Oh, more, Bob! More!” Mary begged. “Don’t stop now-make me cum all over your mouth!” Her eyes rolled, unfocused under fluttering lids. Her full lips were a slack oval. Her jaw fell open.

Bob’s prick throbbed in the tight prison of his tailored slacks. Mary’s fingers had lingered in his crotch just long enough to make the organ stiff as a poker. Kneeling to gobble her pussy, his swollen balls ached.

Bob kneaded her butter-soft asscheeks. He rolled the luscious mounds in his hands, spreading them wide, then forcing them back together. The mixture of her vaginal fluids and his saliva slicked the deep cleavage. Mary’s rectum took his finger easily.

“Ohhh! D-don’t-don’t sto-stop!” Mary wailed. Her voice rose and fell, winding through the night like a distant yodel. “I’m cumming!”

Bob attacked her clit with his lips. He sucked the tiny stiffness into his mouth. The blood-pink inner cuntlips filled his mouth, and Mary put her hands on the back of his head.

She forced him harder against her suspended cunt. Her torso curved like a hammock. Her shoulders flexed on the metal wall of the trailer. Her hips were on a level with her head. Her round thighs tensed.

Bob felt the heat building in her. The soft curves t›f her ass hardened in his hands. Her rectum contracted around his finger. He plunged the digit in and out faster. Bob sucked savagely at her cunt mound, and carefully scraped the sides of her clit with his teeth. He bit into the flesh surrounding the hot button. He quit swallowing Mary’s feverish juices, and let the thick mixture of their fluids drool over her rocking loins.

His balls felt like someone had clamped a vise on them. He rose from his haunches and knelt with the twisting, desperate weight of Mary’s legs on his shoulders.

Mary’s shoulders slid down the side of the trailer. Her lush tits jounced on her chest. She hung upside down, her hairdo ruined in the dust. Her thighs locked onto the sides of Bob’s head, and Mary drummed her heels against his back.

Bob hunched involuntarily. Mary’s cuntal fever had flowed over him, and his cock strained against his pants. He let go of her flexing buttocks and grabbed her heavy tits.

Mary’s ass bounced against Bob’s chest. Her cunt had gushed so much thick juice that his shirt was spotted with heavy-scented dampness. Her snapping vagina grabbed at his chin while he lashed her clit with snake-like flicks of his tongue.

She dug her heels into his back. Mary levered against him, spreading her knees. Her loins opened, trying to swallow his face up. She wanted Bob to drown in the welling chasm of her snatch. She ground her pussy against him, and moaned passionately.

Bob grunted and growled into her cunt. He reveled in the thick goo and her swampy cuntal smell. Her big, stiff-nippled tits molded into fantastic globes of clinging lust. A thin sheen of sweat made the woman’s flesh even smoother in his hands.

“Pleeeease, pleease suck me harder,” Mary begged. “I’m just starting to cum!”

Bob grabbed her by the hips. His thumbs dug into her buttocks, and his fingers bruised the soft roundness of her lower belly. He pulled her cunt into his face, trying to stuff his whole head clear to the secret depths of her womb. His hips rocked and Mary exploded.

Her long fingernails clawed into his wrists. Mary shook with racking bursts of orgasmic release. Her feet pounded against his shoulder blades, forcing her cunt against Bob’s face.

Bob had to rock back on his heels. Mary curved her back, bringing her shoulders off the ground. Her asscleft flexed and tightened on his throat. She rolled back down, her titties quivering. Huge, pounding waves of intense cumming exploded from Mary’s clenching sphincters to every part of her body.

Mary gasped and sobbed. Her hips opened to absorb the power of Bob’s head-fuck. She forced her cunt uphill, mashing the tender labia against Bob’s face.

Bob kept licking and sucking at her juicy flesh until Mary collapsed. When her clawing fingers loosened on his wrists, he laid her down on the ground next to his trailer. He fingered the still-clenching mouth of her pussy and watched her writhe in the moonlight until the pain in his balls faded.

Chapter 2



Kathy Andrews stared at the impassioned couple. Mary’s lascivious motions and Bob’s oral attack on the short, curvy woman amazed her. A funny feeling started to build up in her pussy.

Kathy stood, bent from the waist. She watched Bob Williams’ face dive against Mary’s pussy until the capricious breeze flipped her short denim skirt up, baring her garter-crossed little buttocks. She pushed it back down, but the wind chilled her blonde-tufted cunny. Kathy felt a moist tingle in her pussy, and put her hands through the opening in the front of her wraparound skirt.

The blonde girl hadn’t touched her pussy in years. Her dead mother had told her it was bad when Kathy was little more than an infant, so the girl had only recently begun to check the growth of her flossy pubic hair.

I’m just going to keep the cold out while I watch them, Kathy told herself. That can’t be wrong.

Her dark stocking tops and an inch of black garter showed behind. The little skirt flapped occasionally in the wind. Her fingertips were visible, if anyone had been watching.

I wonder if my titties are going to get as big as Mary’s. She’s only about an inch taller than me, but she’s a lot bigger all over. She usually dresses kind of fat, but she sure doesn’t look that heavy with her clothes off!

Kathy imagined Bob Williams licking at her own pussy. Her early upbringing told her that it was disgusting, but Mary Jackson was obviously enjoying it. Her fingers moved a tiny bit on her pussy.

Even with the wind coolly caressing her naked buttocks, Kathy felt a strange warmth growing in her loins. She had started by trying to warm her pussy, but now her pussy warmed her hands.

My nipples are poking out! They aren’t cold in this sweater, but they’re standing up anyway! Kathy rocked her shoulders from side to side and felt sharp twinges of pleasure shoot through the strawberry buds.

When Kathy moved her shoulders, her hands twisted, ever so slightly, on her downy labia. A tiny moistness, like condensing steam, dampened her fingers.

The feeling that had started when she inspected her pussy hairs in the van grew. Goosebumps sprang up on her nylon-clad legs. Kathy realized that she liked the touch of the flapping cloth of her dress as it caressed her little buttocks. She was glad that she’d been too rushed to remember fresh panties.

Kathy squeezed her mons gently. There’s a little part up at the top that seems to be growing. I think my whole pussy is swelling up! It feels hind of puffy and hot. I think I like it!

Kathy held her skirt open with one wrist and rubbed her labia with her other hand. She still peered at Bob and Mary, not twenty feet away. Kathy watched Bob’s hands roving over the voluptuous woman’s body, and the little blonde licked her lips.

What’s happening to her voice? She really must love that, the way she’s pushing his head against her pussy.

“Oooh!” Kathy breathed. She spoke softly to herself. “Is that my clitoris? It’s so-so stiff and it feels super!” She spread her labia and tickled the damp little button. The sudden delightful increase in the wind chill told her that each tweak made her pussy moister.

Kathy heard a quiet, high-pitched humming. She perked up her ears before she realized it was her own excited, girlish voice. She touched the fuzzy lower part of her mons and ribbons of sensuous joy unrolled inside her pussy.

She watched Mary Jackson slide down the side of the trailer, but the novelty of the feelings in her own body became more important. Kathy pressed softly on the end of her pink clitty. Her eyes widened. The sensitive organ deflected, and when it moved to the side, the friction of her moist inner pussylips sent a thrill up her spine.

Kathy explored the little ridge, rolling it under her finger. She aroused every nerve, from the rounded tip to the very base. Kathy could hear her pulse accelerating as the rushing blood reddened her ears.

She watched Bob lifting Mary. The busty woman hung by her knees from his shoulders, but it was like a shadow-show compared to the rising flood of sensations in Kathy’s loins.

I’m really getting hot! I’m all sweaty, and my pussy’s oozing wet stuff. Even my nipples feel different-they almost hurt, but they hurt so good! It’s really neat-why did Mom tell me not to touch myself?

Kathy reached down further, touching the oily moisture that welled in her vagina. Her fingertip touched a sensitive nerve just inside the rim of her little hole, and Kathy felt her pussy squeeze tight. Her fingertip popped out.

More novel sensations bloomed in Kathy’s body. She’d found the secret well of the thick sauce, and the quick contact with the slick skin teased another fine droplet out. She moved her slippery fingertip around in a tiny circle, and something like a little flash-bulb popped in her brain.

The newest feeling, Kathy’s forbidden vaginal thrill, was as clear and bright as a miniature laser. It jumped straight from her cunny to her brain, and every muscle in Kathy’s slim body popped to attention or a millisecond.

My word! Does that happen to every girl’s pussy? How come none of my girlfriends ever mentioned it?

She pushed her fingertip into the constricted hole again, and wiggled it. The creamy fluid coated her finger as she moved it slowly in and out. Long snakes of lewdness crawled along her nerves, putting hot and cold chills on her skin.

Kathy caressed the edges of her puffy, pink-creased mons. Slow touches up and down the downy-flossed softness made Kathy feel decadently lascivious. Gentle, unhurried movements around and in her pussy warmed Kathy, despite the breeze that kissed her exposed buttocks.

I could do this forever. It makes me feel so toasty inside! I feel so luxurious-I wish I could lie down and play with my pussy all night! I don’t even care what Bob and Mrs. Jackson do… nothing could ever be this good!

Kathy spread her pussylips with her thumb and middle finger, seeking a little more room for her index finger in the smooth, wet mouth of her vagina. Her moving hand touched the fragile petals of her inner labia and Kathy cooed under her breath.

The thin, studious little blonde was comfortably exploring her pussy with her fingers, still looking in the direction of Bob and Mary. She wasn’t watching them as closely; in fact, she closed her eyes from time to time to concentrate better on the floating warmth in her loins.

Suddenly Kathy hissed. Her breath whistled in, chilling her even white teeth. Her wet fingertips had touched the tiny, rounded end of her clitoris again and a little spark jumped to her spine.

The shock of feeling was as cold and white as dry ice. When her finger snapped involuntarily away, Kathy felt as if she should have tendrils of smoke curling up from her pearly button.

The slow, comfortable warmth of her explorations leaped. It focused sharply on her clit. Even the slim digit in her vagina sent hot signals to the alert little nubbin.

Kathy touched her clitty again. She was ready for the sensation this time, but the intensity surprised her anyway. The little spike was harder now than when she’d touched it before, and much more sensitive. Her vagina clamped down on her questing finger, spitting it out like a cherry pit.

Kathy brought the juice-slicked tip of that probing finger up to the little fold that surrounded her love-button. The hot energy in her cunny leaped higher as she slid the fingertip across the nerve-filled end.

It’s like a ladder! Every different touch makes me go up higher and higher! The whole world falls away when I rub my clitty!

Kathy stood up straight, ignoring Mary’s orgasmic wiggling on the gravel. Her pussy and the feelings that shot to every corner of the little girl’s body were all that mattered. She opened her skirt-front completely, holding the flaps back with her elbows, Kathy’s hands covered the short new hairs on her cunny. Only creamy white thighs and velvety black garter straps showed between Kathy’s coffee-colored stockings and her smooth belly.

The points of her little breasts poked through the powder-blue pullover. Kathy seemed to have two tiny party hats on her chest, stretching the wool. Her fine, flaxen hair floated in the breeze, and the bright moonlight turned it into a silver halo around her face.

“Oooh,” Kathy breathed, her lips in a tight circle. “I can’t… can’t believe it!”

She rolled her erect clitty between thumb and forefinger. Her ears burned and her nipples felt the fine wool of her sweater so sharply it seemed like sandpaper. Her love-organ felt as thick and hard as a pencil stub. Near-painful jolts of sensation seared her nerves with laser-like intensity.

Kathy kept toying with the swollen cum-trigger. Her knees felt watery, as if she couldn’t stand much longer. The sheer strength of the feeling slowed her fingers, but Kathy refused to stop. It was becoming too much for her to take, and far too much for her to refuse.

Her slender hips rocked in the primitive rhythm of sustained intercourse. Kathy’s fingers mauled her clitty unmercifully. She raised one hand to her face and bit her wrist. Her head bent forward. Kathy cupped her soft little breast in her palm.

What am I supposed to do? What’s happening in my body? Nothing ever felt so good, and it’s so strong I’m afraid of it! Kathy whimpered, and tears leaked from the corners of her round, blue eyes.

But I need it! I can’t stop doing this now! It keeps changing, and the feeling is so big that I’m all filled up with it. God, oh, Mommy, is this why you said…?

The icy heat in her belly took a quantum leap, and Kathy gasped. Her thoughts lost all coherence. Her fingers worked faster at her love-bud, beyond her control. The twinkling digits plucked and tweaked at her blonde-fuzzed cunt. Her other hand stole down from the aching mound of her girlish titty.

Kathy put one fingertip into her sopping hole, then another. She stretched the tissues until the first joint of each finger wedged in. She willed her hands to work together. Two fingers wiggled in her vagina, thrusting in and pulling out in counterpoint to the rolling, twisting, plucking pressure on her clit.

The flashes of light that had zipped along Kathy’s nerves came closer and closer together. They changed from flashbulb visions to a deep, ocean-like roar in her mind.

A nest of new feelings centered in her lower belly. Kathy felt the flowing object grow and contract with each move of her pussy-wet hands. It was a bright, strong part of her body that she’d never known before, but it seemed familiar as it pulsed.

The new center drew energy from her cuntal opening, but the greatest part of its power flowed from her clitoris. Strands of heat stretched from her pussy to the knot in her belly, then connected to every muscle and nerve in her body. Kathy was aware of her nose and ears, her fingers and her clenching toes. Her flesh was totally involved in the hot jewel that flamed in her guts.

Kathy sobbed. Her tortured clit had given all its electric pulsations to the expanding knot that quivered on the floor of her pelvis. Her slender fingers couldn’t wrestle another millimeter into her tight cunny. She dripped with vital, musky juices, and the wind dried them on her thighs. Tears welled in her blue eyes.

Her fingers slowed. Kathy stopped pulling at the pencil-stub segment of lusty flesh. Her fingers matched the native rhythm of her rocking hips.

The knot blossomed. Pink and meaty-feeling, sensations grew inside the little blonde girl’s loins. Slow and lascivious petting, not the frantic hurry of her earlier frenzy, made the marvelous sensation change into a fuller, deeper warmth.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered. Kathy caught a whiff of her heavy, female smell. She nodded, and lovingly caressed her pussy.

The pelvis-centered feeling seemed to turn slowly around, rolling and snowballing inside Kathy’s flat belly. The rolling, grinding beat of her hips grew more sensuous. Beautiful, warm images of childhood pleasures floated in her mind, from the secure look of candy-cane wallpaper to the furry comfort of stuffed toys.

A languorous ocean of warmth swept Kathy up. She floated on soft waves that billowed with the incessant rocking of her hips. Her limbs’ moved leadenly, but they felt light as floating feathers. She smiled and bit her lip, thinking of the shimmering of a peacock’s fan.

The feeling was soft, lulling her. Kathy cruised higher than her father’s glider, soaring, the swelling fullness of her cuntal sensations.

Kathy was relaxed, only her hips and hands moving. More energy flowed in her. The burgeoning feeling swept her up and her bottom began moving a little further with each rolling stroke.

Kathy had floated to the top of a steeple of profane pleasures. She felt herself teetering on the peak and knew that the fall was inevitable. She lingered, wanting the bounteous comfort of the very peak to continue.

Kathy began to struggle to keep her lofty, sensuous perch. High and warm, she balanced, staying up by pressing her clitty harder, forcing her fingertips further into her cunt. She felt sweat spring out on her forehead. It was work, hard, strenuous labor, to hold herself over the abyss.

One last hard, slippery push at her clit knocked Kathy over the edge. All the energy that had swelled the feeling in her belly escaped at one time. Her arms and legs twitched. In a sudden shock, falling into overwhelming pleasure, Kathy realized what Mary had said. Her hands prodded at her cunt, accelerating the final plunge into her orgasmic release. Mary Jackson’s words echoed in her brain:

I’m cumming!

Chapter 3

“Kathy! Where are you? It’s time for dinner, Kathy!” Mike Andrews called. His heavy shoes crunched on the gravel.

Kathy looked around the corner of Bob Williams’ trailer. Mary Jackson and Bob had left while the slender blonde was swept up in the throes of her first orgasm.

Her first impulse was to hide from her father. Her wraparound skirt was all askew. She’d been leaning against the big trailer’s tailgate, one shimmering thigh gleaming in the moonlight. She struggled to control her heavy breathing. Her pointed titties rose and fell with her fluttering gasps. Kathy felt the heat in her cheeks and wondered if her blush would show.

“Kathy? Come on, honey, this is no time to play hide and seek,” Mike said. He stood between two rows of glider trailers, swiveling his head from side to side. His pretty daughter peered around Williams’ rig. She recognized the pleading tone in his voice, and knew her father would get angry soon.

Kathy tugged at her skirt, trying to close the flaps neatly. Dam! I’ll have to untie it, she thought. She took one step backward and pulled at the laces.

Kathy had to raise her sweater. Her navel showed as an inky dot of shadow above the black lace of her garter belt. Tiny goosebumps sprang up on her pale skin as the wind dried the thin film of perspiration. She opened the skirt, holding the ends out.

Her skin was white as marble in the moonlight. The small, dark-blonde patch on her pussy was a vertical mask for the tender slit. It hadn’t spread to a womanly vee.

Kathy’s black garters held her stocking tops in scalloped arcs. With her nylon-clad knees touching, a delicate oval space showed at mid-thigh and a tiny triangular tunnel gaped just under her pussy. The wind shot through the little gap and dried the remnants of her pussy cream.

Kathy laid one end of the skirt over and cinched a floppy bow in the laces at her waist. “Daddy, I’m not hiding,” she said, pulling her sweater back down. “I was just looking at the valley and thinking about the contest. What did Mr. Jackson say?” She stepped into view.

Mike walked toward his thin, wraith-like daughter as he answered. “It’s okay, nothing to worry about. Milt wouldn’t tell me who protested us, but I had the certification from the Association. All we have to do is pass the regular tech inspection tomorrow and we earn the fifty-dollar protest fee.”

“Who would protest, Daddy? Everybody knows our plane’s all right. None of the regular fliers would throw away their money before a contest.”

“Nobody has to tell, Kathy, but it doesn’t matter. Fifty bucks will pay for the gas to get here and back.” Mike Andrews put his arm around Kathy’s shoulders and gave her a quick hug. “And it will buy us a very nice dinner tonight.”

In the restaurant, Kathy was very aware of the scent of her pussy. On the way to wash the smell off her hands, she saw Bob Williams dining with the Jackson’s. She couldn’t help staring. Milt and Bob were arguing quietly, leaning over the table while Mary Jackson sat back. She looked smugger than a cat in a tuna cannery.

Kathy turned away when Bob Williams looked at her. She felt her ears burning as she rushed into the restroom. No! He couldn’t possibly have seen me! They went around the other end of the truck!

Scores of people were already bustling around. Inspectors with clipboards checked off gliders. Flight crews waxed and assembled their machines. As always, Kathy was torn between watching the other competitors and helping her father.

Milt Jackson handed Kathy’s father a check for fifty dollars as soon as the Andrews aircraft passed tech. He smiled and left to inspect the next sailplane in the long line.

Kathy covered up the cockpit, hoping to keep it cool until Mike’s takeoff time. She squinted in the bright sun when she saw Mary Jackson approaching. Both men’s and women’s heads swiveled as Mary threaded her way through the inspection area.

The curvy brunette wore a thin white sweater that accented her swaying, braless breasts. The shadowed circles of her nipples showed darkly through the strained cloth. Her full, round thighs were evenly tanned, right to the high-arched hem of her white shorts. Her ample buttocks rolled fluidly in figure-eights and little wedges of pussy puffed beside the pants seam in her crotch.

Mary’s waist was surprisingly slim. She was soft and feminine looking, from her impeccable hair and green, slightly tilted eyes to her small, high-arched feet. She walked up to the Andrews’ glider.

“Mike, I have some information about that protest,” she said in a low voice.

Mike Andrews straightened up. He’d been bent over, polishing his rudder to stretch the last bit of speed from the plane. He raised his dark eyebrows. “You dot What sort of information?”

Mary looked at her watch. “Your takeoff time is ninety minutes from now.” She looked conspiratorially around at the other sailplanes. “We really shouldn’t talk about it right here.”

Mike nodded. “Kathy,” he said, handing her the can of aircraft wax, “would you mind finishing the tail? Mary and I will be in the van if you need anything.” He looked hopefully at his daughter.

“I’ll do it, Dad,” Kathy answered. She took the wax and towels.

“Thanks, honey. I’ll be back pretty soon,” Mike added, “Do the canopy if you have time.”

A stormy look gathered on Kathy’s delicate features. Her blue eyes darkened when Mary touched Mike’s arm and tiptoed, trying to gain nine inches of height to speak into his ear. I don’t trust her wiggly butt six inches. I don’t see why he needs to know who protested. I’ll protest her false eyelashes right off her face! Kathy set her lips in a tight pink line and waxed away with a vengeance.

“Let’s go inside,” Mary said when she and Mike reached the converted bread truck. “I don’t want anybody to hear about this.”

Mike slid the passenger door back and waved the voluptuous brunette inside. “How come? What’s the big secret?”

Mary stepped through the curtain into the back of the truck. She surveyed the cozy interior with a secretive smile, then turned to face Mike. She wet her full lips with the tip of her tongue and took a deep breath. Her fantastic breasts rose two inches into the air. “I arranged the protest.”

Mike’s jaw dropped. “You? Why?” He grabbed the curvy brunette’s shoulders.

“It’s my husband.” Mary raised her cool hands and touched Mike’s wrists. His fingers dug into her soft flesh. Her eyes pleaded with him. “I needed some time to myself. He-he doesn’t find me attractive anymore.”

Mike dropped his hands to his sides. He was baffled. He’d nursed a secret hard-on every time he’d seen the handsome woman. The cool touch of her small hand had instantly sent the fiery blood rushing to his crotch. “But why? Why did you protest me?”

Mary answered, “I didn’t protest you-I had someone else file it. We picked you because you were sure to pass the inspection.” Her eyes lowered. “Do… do you find me attractive?”

Mary Jackson gripped the sides of her sweater with her arms crossed. She pulled it over her head in one swift movement. “Well, do you?” she said defiantly. Her huge breasts bounced on her chest.

Mike’s eyes widened. Mary’s brown nipples were already erect. The rims were bigger than silver dollars and the points stood out an inch. Her waist was so sharply-nipped that she looked fragile, in spite of her immense bosom.

“Of course! I’ve thought about you before now-every man in the Association has!” Mike said.

Mary’s lower lip stopped its tearful quivering and a ghost of a smile settled on her wide, sensuous mouth. She half-closed her slanted green eyes and held her arms up tentatively.

Mike leaned and took her into his arms. The heat of her titties flooded through his shirt. Her stiff nipples felt like sun-warmed pebbles against his chest. He bent to kiss her.

Mary’s lips were soft and warm. She worked them tenderly against Mike’s mouth, then slowly opened her lips in invitation.

Her mouth was warm, damp and fresh. Her tongue moved languidly, relishing Mike’s invasion. She tasted cleaner than a high-mountain brook, and the soft jets of air from her nostrils simmered with her internal heat.

Mary slowly trailed her hands along Mike’s ribs. She stopped at his belt, then smoothed one palm over the growing lump of his erection. She caressed the manly stiffness of his organ through the cloth, then pressed her soft belly against it.

She leaned back from the soul-stirring kiss. Mary licked her full lips again and looked soberly at him. “I need a man. We’re both ready, and both old enough for me to tell you. I need your cock, Mike-I need it bad.”

Mike began unbuttoning his shirt. “It’s been six years since Connie died. I-I haven’t had much practice since then… ”

“Don’t worry, Mike… there’s plenty of time. Milt won’t be looking for me for hours.” She undid the white shorts and slipped them down her lush thighs. “I know you’ll be good… I know it!”

Mary stood in front of Mike, dressed only in her cork-soled shoes and flame-orange panties. Random curls of dark brown hair, escaped at the top of the smooth double front panel. She turned and walked away, looking over her shoulder at Mike. The thin cloth of the bikini brief let the startling whiteness of her full, un-tanned asscheeks glimmer through. The deep cleavage between her buttocks was a dark stripe in the pastel opulence of her thin-clad ass. The full mounds rippled enchantingly with the high-heeled swaying of Mary’s lascivious walk.

Mike shed his shirt and kicked off his shoes. He unleashed his powerful cockshaft and let his pants drop around his ankles. Mary’s eyes brightened at the sight of the imposing weapon and he stroded toward her with virile determination.

Mike’s lanky body was pale beyond the dark cut offs of his sleeves and collar. He couldn’t afford the deep tan of Mary Jackson’s leisurely life; he worked incessantly at his job or on his sailplane. The muscles in his wrists and back stood in well-defined symmetry, the unspectacular strength of a conscientious workman.

“No, no, not so quickly,” Mary whispered when Mike grasped her. “I want to spend a long first time with you.” She put her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest.

Mary’s breasts were heavy and soft against Mike’s belly. He caressed the smooth, evenly tanned skin of her back. Every part of the shapely brunette was as soft as velvet. Her luscious body radiated warmth like a candle.

Mary opened her lips and slowly extended her pointed tongue. She licked around the flat button of Mike’s nipple, then her silky tongue lapped across the erecting tip.

Mike gasped. A hot contraction lanced down to his balls. Mary’s lick at his nipple sent a feeling sharper than razors through his system.

Mary closed her eyes ecstatically when she felt the shudder of pleasure shake Mike’s body. She licked his nipple again, then sucked the pencil-point tip into her mouth. She wanted him hotter than he’d been in his life.

Mike stroked her shoulders and back, then his palms caressed the outer sides of her sugarloaf tits. The springy flesh invited his hands to squeeze and touch all over her bountiful bosom. He looked down at her ecstatic face and kneaded the lush hillocks.

Mary pulled her mouth away. She stopped lavishing slippery attentions on Mike’s nipples and enjoyed the feeling in her own stiff buttons. Pleasure filled both of the huge globes of her bosom and swelled her rubbery nipples almost to bursting.

“Oh my God, Mike! I love it when a man pays so much attention to my titties. They’re more sensitive than anyone believes,” she breathed. “I need to have men make love to them in every way.”

“They’re fantastic,” Mike husked. “They’re so soft and your nipples are so incredibly responsive! I can hardly stand it!”

“Please kiss them. I want to feel you sucking my titties and squeezing them into your mouth,” Mary pleaded. Her fingers ran over his face and twined in his sandy hair.

Mike put his hands under the heavy, high-standing mountains of her bosom and kissed the tops. Her skin glowed pink with the blush of lewd arousal and his lips left quick-fading dots on the delicious surface. He kissed every inch of the tops and buried his face in the deep softness of Mary’s cleavage. With his eyes open, there were acres of tender, feminine skin to relish with his lips and tongue.

Mike bathed her titties with the flat of his tongue. Mary was slightly salty, and the masses of her bosom rose and fell more and more rapidly as he approached the brown berries of her nipples.

He teased her. He licked around each hard tip, barely rimming the dark circle of the aureole. The little bumps around the edges stood up sharply and the circles darkened with heat as he tempted her.

Mary pulled his head in against the tit he tormented. The nipple grazed his cheek as he twisted his head and grinned. He repeated her words chidingly: “No, no, not so quickly.”

“Please, please suck it, Mike! Don’t tease me like this! I can’t stand up much longer!” Mary whimpered. She tugged at his arm and led him to the overstaffed chair in the corner of the camper. She sat on the arm and held her stupendous breasts up to him, begging him to suck them with her gesture.

Mike knelt beside the chair and grabbed the offered breast. He circled the base of Mary’s left tittie with both hands and drew it upward. Mike’s fingers barely met at the top of Mary’s imposing tit. He squeezed the soft mass and it bulged toward his face. Her satiny skin stretched tight over the end of the womanly mass and Mike took the nipple between his lips.

Mary gasped. Her pantie-clad cunny oozed steamy juices. Her sensitive nipple was harder than an acorn. Her blood pounded when Mike pulled at the erect tip with his teeth.

Mike Andrews toyed with the rubbery knot for long, excruciating seconds. His gentle gnawing and plucking became more forceful. He loved the slightly acrid taste of the delicious gland. He tongued the squared-off tip and took more and more of Mary’s tight-stretched aureole into his mouth.

Mike opened his jaws as wide as they could go and sucked valiantly at Mary’s breast. More and more of the mammary bounty filled his mouth. He stuffed the tit in with his encircling hands until his jaw-hinge ached. The soft mass of the beautiful tit-tie flowed into and around his mouth. His nostrils sank into the flesh while the spit-wet end of Mary’s tit slid in and out of his mouth. The tough, resilient stiffness of her brown nipple slipped to the back of his mouth, leaving a trail of erotic sensation on his tongue and palate. The tip tickled into his throat, exuding a faint, thick musk that coated his tissues.

Even as Mike’s teeth reddened furrows on Mary’s breast, his hands kneaded the bountiful playground that couldn’t be forced into his mouth. When he squeezed the soft weight of her lascivious breast with his hands, the mouth-filling end firmed and stretched like an expanding balloon. Mike gasped for air.

Mary’s pussy was a steaming inferno. The pressing, mauling exertions that Mike lavished on her bosom inflamed the sensuous brunette. Her panties were sopping with her delicate feminine juices. She murmured ecstatic praise and held his head in her hands.

Mike pulled his mouth off of the Everest of titties. “You’ve got the best jugs in the world,” he growled. “I never felt a tit like yours!” He put his strong hands on the outside of each billowing mound and pressed Mary’s long, deep cleavage tighter.

“Oh-oh-oh! I-I’ll cum that way! Mi-ike! I’ll cum!” Mary panted. When he rolled her titties together, a bellows fanned the lusty furnace in her belly. Waves of heat gusted along her limbs.

Mike grinned savagely and bent his face down to her nipples again. He palmed her titties apart and dove between them. He rubbed the meaty softness of Mary’s awesome cleavage around his head. Silken skin massaged his eyelids, his cheeks, his ears. A man could drown happily in tits like Mary Jackson’s.

Mike rolled his head from side to side, then came up for air. Mary reclined on the broad arm of the chair. Her head lolled backward. Mike kneaded her bosom, then rolled the ends of her tits together.

Both brown nipples touched. He swooped down onto the erect pellets and sucked them simultaneously. His mouth widened to a near-grin. The softer, smoother skin of Mary’s aureoles touched the corners of his lips. Mike sucked at the tip-touching buds of her nipples and lashed them with his tongue.

Mary gasped at the exquisite twin sensations. Her nipples became a hundred times more sensitive. The hot, wet feelings rebounded, echoing from one lush breast-tip to the other.

Mike gnawed at the responsive duo. His nose touched the hot, salty valley of Mary’s cleavage. He licked alternately at the near edges of each dark corona, then curled his tongue around each nut-hard tip in turn.

His cock was stiff as an iron bar. Just the sight of Mary’s opulent, well-tanned pair had brought it to attention. The actual touch and taste of her voluptuous breasts made his prick pound with swollen heat.

Mike kept working his hands in lewd circles on the luscious outer curves of Mary’s bosom. Her tender flesh was damp with a salty film of sweat. He sucked hard at both nipples and felt them point toward his throat like little compasses. He licked between them and Mary’s body jerked.

“Ooh, baby, no more, please! Uh-uh, no!” Mary gasped. She writhed on the arm of the chair. The aroma of her pussy filled the back of the camper.

Mike wasn’t about to stop. Mary’s delightful nipples responded so joyously that he wanted to play with them all day. He speared his tongue into the resilience of her aureoles again and again. He smelled Mary’s eagerness, and kept lancing his tongue between the raw-nerved tips of her nipples. He mauled and sucked at her titties until the voluptuous brunette lay quivering on the arm of the chair.

Mary went out of her mind. A continuing orgasm rocked her. She didn’t know or care if it centered in the wet furnace of her pussy or in her fire-lashed breasts. The soul-wrenching pleasures flowing in her bosoms were the center of her universe. She melted into a pool of impassioned jelly, rippling around the incandescent points of her nipples. She whimpered ceaselessly and tears of relief leaked from her green eyes.

Mike finally released her nipples, pulling at her arm. Mary sat up dumbly, a hound-like look of exhausted adoration on her face. The brunette wobbled slightly-the chair arm pressed against her puffy labia when she rose.

Mike stood in front of Mary and grasped her arm. She turned on the chair and her eyes widened at the sight of his towering prick. A sudden realization hit her like a fist when Mike lifted one heavy tit in each hand.

“Oh, yes, fuck me there! I want your cock on my titties,” Mary begged. “Please do it! I’ll make you cum so good, Mike!” She leaned forward.

Mike bellied up into her cleavage. A milky drop of stuff filled the slit of his urethra. He clamped the pillowy vise of Mary’s bosom around the shaft of his cock.

“Can you cum this way, Mary?” Mike panted. “I love these tits, but I’ll shove it into your cunt if you want.”

“I’ll cum, baby… I’ve been going off for a long time. Just fuck my boobs like that and I’ll cum.” Mary looked up to where Mike stood over her and made a long, slow, licking movement with her tongue. He bit his lip at the sight, and Mary stared at his cock.

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.

Chapter 4



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, her sweet sexy 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.