"Good luck, Daddy," Kathy said. She put her pale, slender hand on his shoulder and kissed him full on the lips.
Kathy plunged her tongue into her father's surprised mouth. A weeping ache glowed inside the little blonde. All the burning tenderness she felt for her father poured into her lips and flowed like electricity between them.
Mike's prick strained at the nylon belt over his loins. His hands tightened on the controls. He gazed dumbly at his daughter as she slammed the canopy forward. His fingers felt like so many numb sausages as he latched the clear bubble. He watched her run to the left wingtip and take it from the man who'd helped balance the plane. His whole body shook uncontrollably. He raised his thumb to signal the towman.
Kathy's long, fine hair flowed in the wind. She ran, holding the wingtip, until the glider stabilized itself. She mouthed, "I love you Daddy," to his watching eyes and let go.
Kathy stood on the bumpy dirt of the runway and watched her father climb steeply into the clear air. I'm out of breath! I never got so winded helping a takeoff before, Kathy brooded. Her heart pounded as she walked slowly back to the old bread truck. She closed the door and the skylight and sat in the dimness. It was warm in the truck. No air stirred while Kathy sat there, biting her lip and wondering why she'd kissed her father so lasciviously.
Kathy felt tense, almost grouchy. She stood up, then strode back and forth in the steel enclosure. It would be hours before she heard from her father.
Kathy folded her thin-padded bunk down from the wall. She lay down on it, then rolled onto her face. A lewd itch grew in her pussy.
The little blonde rubbed her pubic arch against the mattress. She thought of the brief glance she'd had that day of her father's naked buttocks. She felt beads of sweat springing out on her skin and she sat up to remove her shirt.
Kathy's breasts flattened out when she shrugged the blue work shirt off. Her toothsome little nipples were poking out. They grew in heartbeat jumps. The perfect cones of her titties jiggled as she brought her arms forward again.
The dimness inside the truck muted the rare-beef pink of her aureoles. Kathy looked down at the twin peaks of her titties and touched her nipples. She smiled at the sudden wrinkling of the coronas. She stood barefoot and undid the waist of her jeans.
Kathy's breasts grew faintly longer when she bent to strip off her pants. She smoothed her hands over her long, curving thighs and straightened up.
Kathy's lacy bikini briefs clung to her pussymound. She looked around the camper. Her mouth ovaled open unconsciously. She put her tongue out, cupped suggestively, thinking of hot, masculine meat filling her oral needs.
The slender blonde raised her hands to her breasts. She cupped the delicate mounds from beneath, leaving her erect nipples showing like pink decorations on hillocks of whipped cream. The black lace of her panties let the shocking white of her skin peek through.
Kathy stalked back and forth like a tigress. She squeezed her bosom into little hemispheres, then released the delightful masses. Her ribs showed when she opened drawers and cupboards. The long, soft muscles of her legs stretched in erotic lines as Kathy went on tiptoe. She looked for something, anything, that could help the steamy hunger in her cunny.
Her buttocks gleamed through the briefs. They were two matched globes that rolled and tautened with her movements. The valley between them was wide and shallow, but her hips had begun to widen into a nubile cradle.
"Damn!" she muttered. "What do I need?" Horny tension built up inside the slender twelve-year-old. Her blonde-furred pussy moistened. Kathy crossed her thighs and rubbed them together. She drew a little more dampness from her vagina with the pressure.
Kathy stood still in the middle of the camper, then slipped off her black panties. She dropped them on the bunk and walked to the big armchair.
She sat with her legs open. The little strip of blonde hair on her cuntal lips showed like a vertical smudge on her white skin. Kathy looked down into her loins and plucked at the soft growth. She compared it with the rich fullness of Mary Jackson's bush.
Mine's not even long enough to curl! The little hairy all grow in toward the middle and they only bend a little. I do have little traces around them, though. I s'pose that will get thicker, too.
It sure is a lot softer than Bob's hair. His is all tangled and fang. I wonder if it would help if he combed it. Kathy grinned.
The little blonde girl got up and found her comb and hairbrush. Kathy brought them back to the chair. She put her knees over the arms of the chair and preened her pussy. Kathy combed both sides of her dewy, golden muff in, carefully overlapping the hairs.
That feels nice. There's just enough to make a little ridge over the middle. I kind of tickles when it pulls, and the skin stands up in little goosepimples around every hair. Kathy stared intently at her pussy and stretched her legs open a little further.
She decided her thin shock of pubic hair would look better with a part, so she started combing from the center outward. Soon, two curving waves of blonde hair arched out, leaving the pink line of her crease pouting in between.
Umm, that feels even better, Kathy told herself. A little triangle of wrinkly, wet-pink flesh peeked through at the top of her crevice. My labia are swelling up! The little trigger in there is getting ready-I can feel it getting stiffer and stiffer!
Kathy touched one fingertip to her tongue and reached down to her pussy. She touched the puffy tip of the peaking inner labia and hummed with soft pleasure.
The little blonde girl slipped the back edge of the comb between her pussylips. She trailed the thin black rubber corner upward, into the meaty triangle at the top of the crease. Her still-dry labia stuck to the object, and it moved in little vibrating jerks. At the end of the delicate crevice, the comb pulled her inner labia up and out, and a feathery thrill raced through her.
"Mmm, yes! That's starting to do it," Kathy whispered. She licked her fingertip and spread the saliva between the lips of her pussy. The smooth inner skin of her privates blossomed around the slick digit and her pulse leaped.
Kathy put the corner of the comb in again, just above her vagina. She moved it more quickly, and the edge just touched her clitoris. She squeaked and jerked the comb out. A spasm of pleasure made every muscle in her body vibrate like a harpstring.
Kathy put her fingertip into her vagina. Her clitty was far too sensitive to start with so soon. She felt the moist tissues cling to her finger as she pressed it in, and Kathy pressed "her palm against the swell of her upper labia.
The stiff ridge of her little love-button tingled under the pressure. Kathy thought of the hot stiffness of the cock she'd sucked that day and her pussy gushed more sweet dew. Her sphincter tightened around the solitary, wiggling finger. She yearned to feel the rigid strength of a man's prick spreading her inner flesh.
Kathy slid down further in the chair. She moaned. Her pussy grew warmer. The need inside it grew. Her shoulders were lower than her wide-flung knees and the firm spires of her titties canted outward on her chest.
Kathy pulled her finger out of her vagina. Her clitty sent fiery messages to the oozing well of her hole and she rubbed the sides of her labia with both hands.
Kathy wanted more sensation. Her love-trigger had poked its little tent of flesh outward at the upper end of her cuntal crevice. She ran a slippery fingertip along the slick floor of the tight valley and little tears welled up in her china-blue eyes.
She thought of the hard taper of the fleshy column beneath Bob's wide-flared cockhead. Kathy imagined it compressing, the barbed sides narrowing to an intent point at the gate of her pussy. She wanted the curving length of his manhood to probe the secrets of her female depths. She rubbed harder at the tapering swell of her labia.