I really like the way it looks. I wonder if Daddy would wake up if I touched it? God, my pussy is getting all wet, just thinking about having it in there again!
Oooh! That must be Daddy's stuff leaking out of me! I thought it would just stay up inside my pussy. He must have shot it really deep, 'cause nothing came out while we ate.
Kathy touched her finger to the sticky mass that flowed onto her thigh. She looked around the interior of the truck and toweled some of the thick semen from her leg.
A wild surmise hit her. Kathy pulled her hair back out of her eyes. The blonde tresses were silvery in the dimness. She pulled her father's heavy tool box, across the floor, setting it just under the edge of the hammock.
Kathy touched her sleeping father's prick. The organ wasn't quite as ragingly hard as it had been when he'd slid it into her cunny, but it was stiff enough.
Mike stirred slightly in his slumber. Kathy froze. She half-expected him to wake, but he only moved his arm and resumed his snoring.
Kathy grasped his prick firmly. It throbbed and stiffened slightly in her hand. Satisfied that he was asleep, she stood on the toolbox. The twelve-year-olds pussyhair was damp. Her warm juices flowed as she judged the best way to carry out her plan.
She knew the hammock would swing if she leaned on it, possibly even dumping Mike out. Kathy carefully raised one leg. She braced her free hand against the side of the truck and swung her long thigh across Mike's supine form.
Kathy put her knee down on the sheet-covered netting of the hammock. She leaned forward and balanced herself on tiptoe. Almost falling, she had to let her father's cock go.
"Damn!" she breathed. The slender little blonde put her hand next to her father's head. She gradually shifted her weight until she could pull her foot up from the toolbox. The hammock tipped under her. She had one knee and the opposite hand bearing all her weight on the unstable sling.
Kathy shook with intense concentration. The netting moved under her like a tightrope. She drew in her leg and the hand that she'd braced against the wall.
Kathy breathed a sigh of relief. She finally rested on ail fours over her sleeping father. Her knees were planted on either side of his waist. She was afraid that the lacy edge of her sheer nighty had tickled against his belly, but it hung just above the hairy skin.
She rose slowly to her knees. Her shift made the hammock sink in the middle, but its wobbling stopped. She stole one hand down to Mike's cock again.
Kathy's pussy was hot and very wet. She spread the barely-furred lips with two fingers and settled down onto Mike's jutting shaft.
Mike stirred in his sleep. He dreamed again about the marvelous clinging heat of his daughter's cunny.
Kathy held her breath. She didn't want Mike to wake up until the whole head of his cock was inside her vagina. She held completely still when he said, "We can't, Kathy. We just can't do it any more.”
Mike was silent again. Kathy tried sliding down on the rigid pole, but her eager pussy wasn't quite wet enough. The little girl bit her lip.
Mike's cock bent a little. Kathy rotated her hips, trying to work the stiff cock into her cunny, but it wouldn't slip in.
The hammock was still unstable, even with her knees poking down into the fabric. "At least it isn't far to fall," Kathy whispered to herself.
The slim blonde rubbed her pussyslit back and forth on her father's broad cockehad. The blunt tip spread her cuntal dew along the smooth valley between the inner labia. Kathy's clitoris grew stiffer. She held the cockshaft up and pressed the wide knob against her pink nubbin.
Kathy liked the slick, slippery sensation almost as much as lovemaking. Her pulse accelerated. She quit worrying about falling out of the hammock.
Kathy hummed under her breath. Shivery feelings of delighted lewdness fluttered from her pussy to her brain. Her pussy felt as if a cascade of rich juices flowed in her vagina.
Kathy kept watching her father's face as she tried inserting the long saber again. He moved his lips from time to time, but his eyes didn't open. Kathy knew he was dreaming by the rolling motions of his eyeballs.
She was wet enough at last. Kathy pried at her labia, trying to stretch the intimate doorway open. The cockhead was halfway in, deliciously cleaving her cuntwalls, when Mike's eyes snapped open.
Kathy held her father's prick tight and jammed herself down onto it. "Aaahhhh," she gasped. The rapid penetration made her limbs spasm.
"Kathy! What the hell ate you doing?" Mike hissed: "You can't-WE can't!”
Kathy leaned forward. She let the delicate points of her nipples press against his chest. "Don't move," she whispered. "We'll fall out." She kissed Mike before he could say anything. Kathy flexed her legs and rolled her naked butt, slipping farther onto his ambushed prick.
When Kathy lay along Mike's torso, the middle of the hammock rose again. Without willing it, Mike found his cock propelled deeper into, his daughter's pussy. The walls were even hotter than the first time his cock had slid between them. Mike hummed his pleasure into his daughter's open mouth.
Kathy rose from his lips. She put her hands on his shoulders. Mike began to speak, but she shushed him with her palm.
"No, I won't stop, Daddy. I love it, and you haven't had hardly anybody at all since Mom died. You need this, too." She smiled at him.
"Don't you like having your daughter make love to you? You don't even have to move, Daddy. I want you to feel good, and rest there too." She took her hand away from his mouth.
"Oh, Kathy! This is no way to make me rest. I was dreaming about you, trying to figure out how to tell you that we can't do this." Mike looked up into his daughter's eyes. "Don't you understand, honey? It's not right." He felt miserable. He enjoyed the tight slipperiness of her youthful cunny.
"But you like this, Daddy. You know you do. I'm not going to stop. I won't ever tell anybody, and I won't get pregnant, so we don't have anything to worry about, you see?" Kathy pushed down until all of Mike's prick was stiffly poking into her belly. "I'd just die if we couldn't make love any more.”
Mike looked at her. His hips rolled involuntarily. A second cum built up in his rock-hard gland. Kathy was a lovely girl. His will power faded when her lower lip quivered. He let his face lose the concerned frown he'd worn since waking. Mike put his hands on Kathy's hips and pressed his pubic bone against her.
"Oh, thank you, Daddy!" Kathy moved her pelvis in a slow grind and his prick slid inside her like a spoon in a rich sauce. She smiled at him.
"Do you like it this way?" Kathy asked Mike. He nodded, "I bet you'd like to see me naked." She pulled the flimsy nightgown up over her head and tossed it away.
Mike's throat had a lump the size of a tennis ball. Tenderness and lust choked him. Kathy's perfect little breasts moved in circles as her pussy rotated around his cock.
He didn't even have to move. Every time Kathy shifted forward or back, the hammock moved his cock around in her pussy. Mike smiled at her and touched the joyous cones of her titties.
"I love it, honey. Will you come that way?" Mike asked. His heart was so full that tears rose in his eyes. Kathy's pretty face blurred.
"I will, Daddy, I will. I'm starting already," she panted. "Please keep touching my titties like that. It makes my pussy get hotter and hotter.”
Kathy quit rocking back and forth. She leaned against the hammock with her hands. Mike's ass rose with the knotted sling. The little girl bit her lip. Even in the dimness, a thin film of perspiration gleamed on her pale skin.
Mike fondled the little hillocks of her bosom. He thumbed the stiff, responsive nipples back and forth, hoping to make the heat in his daughter's pussy grow into unquenchable flame.
The hammock swayed from side to side, rocking with the tight circles Kathy's ass described. She ground at Mike's prick until she couldn't keep the steady rhythm. Her pussy drove her into short, sharp spasms. Kathy realized that she had to do more to draw the molten seed from Mike's balls.