Kathy began a slow, steady moaning. The lascivious invasion sent chills along her limbs. Her toes curled and her fingers turned into hooks. She drooled.
Kathy's pussy opened for his tongue. The meaty blade touched the sensitive folds and pushed them aside. Bob pushed the organ forward until it ached. He slung his jaw out and pulled his lips back. He wanted only the erotic purity of the taste of Kathy's vagina.
Kathy's tissues clung to the red wedge. Bob pushed slowly in, until his lips pressed up against Kathy's labia. He drew his tongue in, then thrust again. He kept his face pressed tight against her loins.
Kathy was astounded. Oh, God! I could put almost my whole hand in there, but I can feel all of his tongue! How can my body do that? I'm all around him and that little bit of Bob fills my pussy! She pushed down with her hips and tipped his head, trying to get that delightful little organ deeper in her pussy.
Bob began circling his tongue around in the soft meat. His hands stole around Kathy's hips. He pulled her closer and reamed the clinging walls again and again.
His balls were boiling. His prick literally ached, it strained so hard against his pants. He breathed musky fumes through his nose and opened his mouth wider.
He found a rhythm and fucked in and out with his tongue. Kathy's pussy flowed like a spring rain, wetting his mouth with oily goodness. He slid around and around, licking thrills into every corner of the little girl's vagina.
"Oh, my button, Bob-please kiss my clitty," Kathy whimpered. Her hips rocked on the bench. Her legs locked around his shoulders, holding him against the lewd swamp of her loins.
Bob pulled his tongue out of her winking hole. He explored the slick valley of her pussy with his nose, rubbing upward. He felt the little enclosure of her inner pussy lips and nuzzled the rigid nubbin that hid there. He lapped across her hole and teased her clitty until he ran out of breath.
"Oh, yes, Bob! Whatever you're doing, it feels wonderful!" Kathy exclaimed. She rolled her crotch upward further.
Bob licked the smooth, slippery cleft. He went slowly, starting just above her rectum, crossing the torch of her vagina, finishing with a tip-touch at her erected clit.
Kathy sobbed in ecstasy. The little ring of her asshole pooched out, then quivered shut with each lick. She felt every bumpy tastebud as it glided over her cuntmouth and caressed her inner labia. When the blunt point of Bob's muscular tongue trailed across her clitoris, every nerve in her slender body stood up with agonizing pleasure, Soon she dreaded the intense feeling and her cuntal zone flinched away from each stroke.
Bob felt Kathy tighten. He slowed the lapping rhythm until he felt Kathy's muscles unwind. He spent more time in between the twin centers of her passion, warming her body carefully.
The slow, tender manipulations made Kathy blossom. She felt her pussy open up. It was as if she moved underwater, with clear, dreamlike sensations swirling through her body. The floor of her pelvis opened to the sensuous lechery, and she started a languorous cum.
Bob matched the motions of Kathy's sinuously rolling hips. He licked and sucked, spearing his tongue into her clitoral nest.
The soft folds of Kathy's inner labia parted easily before his tongue. He rolled the delicate button of her clitty in circles, caressing its lascivious skin.
Kathy breathed, "Yes, that's right, Bob. I've cum, baby, yes." Her voice tapered off and she breathed harder. She was panting, amazed at the passionate power of her loins. Her orgasm continued, going on and on past anything the young girl had known.
Bob kept on, trying to impress the sexy child with his lewd endurance. He concentrated on her clit. Bob sucked the wet pulp of her labia into his mouth. He stabbed his tongue into the meaty wad of girlflesh again and again.
Kathy wanted to stop. The feelings were growing too intense for her. She pleaded in short gasps, but no words came out, just orgiastic humming.
Bob pulled the entire top of Kathy's pussy into his mouth. He milked at the soft, salty fold with his lips. She tried to push him away, but that made his blood race hotter. He loved the clear taste of Kathy's cunt.
Bob dug his fingers into her hips. He pulled her crotch against his face. His chin pressed the surrounding flesh into her hole. The tip of her clitty stood naked in his mouth and he lashed his tongue over it.
Kathy moaned ceaselessly. The pitch kept changing, going from bestial growls to a banshee keening. She pulled his head from side to side, fingers laced tight in his hair. Her ass bumped up and down on the bench.
Bob's tongue flickered like a fiery snake, writhing over and around Kathy's clit. Despite her twisting, he locked his mouth onto the top of her pussy and sucked the flesh in. His chin slid around on her hole, greased with the pouring flood of her cunty cream.
Bob felt the tightness in his balls spreading. His asscheeks tensed. His own hips rocked as fast as Kathy's bouncing butt. He growled and gnawed at her pussy. Bob mashed the tender folds with his lip-cushioned teeth. His jaws worked Kathy's slippery flesh into a juicy wad, floating in spit and sweat.
Kathy panted. She babbled senseless noises with every gasping breath. Her face was red. Her eyes bugged out, unseeing. Sweat flowed in streams. Even the roots of her blonde hair were sopping.
Bob grasped her cheek tight in one hand. The springy flesh tensed and flexed in time with her gasps and the lurid jiggling of her bouncing titties.
Kathy screamed in a mixture of fright and ecstasy. Bob jammed his finger against her ass, and the hole opened for it. He pushed it in, moving fitfully as the muscles spasmed around his digit.
Bob plunged his finger in and out. He sucked harder at her cuntlips. Kathy's clit bored into his tongue. His jaws ached, but he kept gnawing at her until his voice broke.
Bob's growls went to a high-pitched hum. The vibrations blew fuses in Kathy's pussy and she let go entirely. Out of control, she sobbed. Her heels bruised Bob's shoulders. Her head went back, and her corded neck strained with her cries.
Bob bucked. He picked Kathy up from the bench and smothered himself in her cunt. The juices drowned him, flooding his mouth. He struggled to gasp through his nose, but the short, sharp gusts weren't enough. His finger was clasped in the vise of her asshole.
Hot bursts of seed shot out of his rigid cock. He bit down on Kathy's cunt. The thick gushes filled his pants and he wobbled. He couldn't move his finger. Her ass had clamped too orgasmically tight around it.
Bob set Kathy back down on the bench. His forehead fell against her still-rolling crotch, and he gasped for breath.
"Oh, Bob! I-I don't believe it!" Kathy panted. "I didn't know I could go on so long!”
Bob just gulped and nodded. He was too drained to look up into her face.
Kathy lay sprawled on the bench, looking down at his head. Her cum tapered off, leaving her glowing inside.
"How did you learn how to do that to a girl?" Kathy murmured. “That's the best feeling I ever had, Bob.”
He looked up. His face was wet with her creamy juices. His eyes were weary-looking. "How did you learn to do it to a man?”
"I never did. I just wanted to kiss your penis when I saw it," Kathy smiled. "My God, but I love it!" She licked her lips and added, "would you like me to do it for you now?”
Bob shook his head, embarrassed. "Thank you, Kathy, but it wouldn't do much. I went off while I was eating you." He smiled sheepishly.
"I'm sorry! Gosh, if I could have just… " Kathy's voice trailed off. She picked up the hem of her skirt. It had lain on her belly all through the torrid sex. She flapped it over her pussy. "Whew! That really takes it out of me! I'm drenched!" She dropped the cloth over her lap demurely.
Bob reached into a drawer and pulled out a stack of clean shop towels. He mopped his face with one and said, "Here. Dry yourself off a little, Kathy.”
Kathy was dabbing at her face when she heard, "Aah, Bob?”
They both flinched. The liquor heir collected himself and said, "Yeah?" He turned toward the side door. "What is it, Wayne?”
The crewman looked embarrassed. "Well, uh, that is… " He looked from Bob to Kathy and back again.
"Come on in, Wayne," Bob said testily. He helped Kathy down from the bench. "Kathy, this is Wayne Taylor. He flies the backup plane." He turned. "You know Kathy Andrews, don't you?”
"I've seen her. 'S pleasure, miss." He hesitated again, then blurted, "We're winning, Bob. Four-and-a-half minutes." He ducked his head.
Kathy's eyes widened. "What happened to Daddy?”