Mike gasped with exquisite pleasure when Kathy rose to her knees and slid back down onto his cock. He put his hands on her smooth asscheeks and guided the strokes. Kathy met the hint so well that it was like she jacked her cunt along his prick.
Kathy's lubrication began to fail. Her pussy felt hotter, but not the pleasant heat of her ongoing orgasm. The tissues seemed to rub against Mike's prick instead of sliding lasciviously. Kathy gritted her teeth and kept urging, trying to milk the cum out of Mike's cock.
Mike felt the change in her pussy. He quit loafing. He had been lying back, enjoying the bounce of his daughter's titties and the sumptuous folds of her cunt. Now he tightened his ass and began helping her.
The prick stiffened. Kathy was whimpering with need, wanting to feel the wet explosion inside her pussy. She forced her cunt down against Mike's loins and felt his cockhead bump her womb again and again. She rode his pelvis as he thrust into the air.
Mike lifted his ass completely off the hammock. Kathy squealed with delight and fear. He knew the gut-busting explosion would swamp him in just a few seconds. Mike trembled.
Kathy was peaking. Her pussy had been clenching so wetly on Mike's prick for so long that the little girl felt weak. Her gasps were loud in the back of the truck. She panted in rhythm with the pounding of her father's prick.
Kathy bent over to kiss him. She stabbed her tongue into his mouth. The wet thrusts of her slippery organ begged Mike to cum. She sucked frantically at Mike's mouth. She panted and broke the furious, lip-mashing kiss.
"Please cum, Daddy, cum with me. I need to feel it! Oh, God, please!”
Mike grunted. The blazing chill seemed to be fading in his crotch. He sunk his clawlike fingers into the springy flesh of Kathy's ass. Random, disconnected thoughts flashed in his mind.
"There's nothing as nice as your pussy, honey," he grunted. "I love it, absolutely love it. Just a little longer," Mike pleaded.
Mike reached back to his youth. He remembered a twist that had baffled him. He told himself, You can go on all night!
Mike tried to hold off. He clamped down until he thought his balls would burst. His will power strained, striving to postpone his climax.
Everything snapped at once. Mike flooded Kathy's pussy with jets of cream. She collapsed on him, quivering like jelly. Her orgasm increased tenfold when she felt her father spewing his seed deep in her belly.
Kathy was astounded by her body's reaction. She'd thought that she "was tiring, far past the peak of her long-sustained cum. Her mind reeled as the shocking contractions ripped through her. All she knew was heat and sweat and the pumping cock wedged deep in her cunt.
Mike felt his balls drain completely, but the sensation of cumming went on and on. Kathy's slender torso wilted down onto him and his fingers slowly relaxed on her ass. Tiny shudders passed through them both. Long silky strands of hair drifted over his face.
Neither of them moved until morning.
Chapter 11
Mike woke first. He brushed Kathy's fine blonde hair away from his lips. He wondered for a second, then remembered.
His cock had squeezed out of his daughters pussy while they slept Mike found his whole crotch was sticky with thick gunk when he tried to move his thighs.
… "Umm," Kathy purred, nuzzling into his throat.
Mike held still again.
"Daddy!" She held herself up. Kathy was waking gradually. Her eyes were puffy. She smiled and kissed Mike.
"Good morning," he said. He tried to look stern and paternal, but it didn't work. He grinned and threw his arms around his naked daughter.
"That was so lovely, Daddy," Kathy said. She propped her chin on her hands and looked into his face. Her straight blonde hair fell around their faces like a silk tent. The little hemispheres of her ass stuck up above the sides of the hammock.
"Wasn't it!" Mike patted her back and tried to raise himself. He spotted his watch. "We've gotta go! I take off in an hour!”
"Uh-oh," Kathy answered. She kissed Mike quickly and tried to ease herself out of the hammock. "Awk!" The tipping sling twisted and she fell on the floor, her long, naked limbs thrashing.
Mike grabbed the sides and held himself in the swaying bed. "Are you all right, honey?" He put his legs over the side and sat up.
Kathy lay laughing on the floor. She spread her legs and leaned back, "Yeah, I'm okay. I sure feel dumb, falling like that." Her little blonde tuft was matted with cum and pussy juice.
Mike stood, then helped his daughter up. She looked at him with the pleased, suggestive eyes of a satisfied woman. "Come on, Kathy, let's get dressed. We're late as hell.”
"Oh, all right, Daddy. You're sure we don't have time to… " Kathy stood with her head ducked a bit, looking up at him. One slim hand held her hair out of her eyes.
"We don't have the time, and I don't have the strength." Mike tugged his pants up, pulling at his sac to unstick the matted hairs.
Kathy knelt on the floor next to the driver's seat ail the way to the glideport. Mike put his hand on her head any time he wasn't grinding through the old truck's gears. They both moved with slow, relaxed fluidity as they assembled the glider and moved it to the takeoff point.
Milt Jackson appeared and knelt next to the glider just before Mike locked the towrope in. "Say, tiger, are those canary feathers around your mouth?”
Mike grinned sheepishly. Milt added, "funny thing. Williams didn't protest you this morning. He looked mad as hell before he took off-he's flying pretty roughly, too.”
"Good," Kathy piped. "The worse he flies, the better." She gave Mike a demure peck on the cheek. "You're gonna beat him, Daddy." She slid the canopy shut before he could answer and held up her hand to start the tow.
Mike glowed inside as the sailplane bumped along the dirt runway. It felt like an extension of his body, as easy to balance on its one wheel as if it were on tracks. He let go the towrope and soared up in a long, shallow curve.
It wasn't hard work today. Mike relaxed and let the air control him. He would spot a thermal and the glider headed for it effortlessly. He rose and fell majestically, like a lofting eagle.
Kathy watched the gleaming sailplane rise into the air. Sun winked from its polished wing as her father headed off across the valley. Kathy realized she didn't have a care in the world.
The little blonde sat next to the timekeeper half the morning. Gliders took off for the cross-country event while others shuttled back and forth over the cliff, seeking endurance records. She closed her eyes and loving thoughts of her father warmed the little girl's belly.
Milt Jackson nudged her awake. Kathy's eyes opened wide. Her father's long winged sailplane was whizzing over the end of the runway. He opened the spoilers. The little flaps of his airbrakes stood up along the wings. Kathy was already running toward him when the aircraft stopped, his wingtip less than eight inches from the marker cone.
Mike slid the canopy back. Kathy threw her arms around her father's neck before he unlatched the heavy nylon webbing. She kissed him.
"Easy honey," he laughed. He undid the straps and checked his watch. Kathy lifted the buckles off his shoulders and held them off the smooth finish. "We haven't won yet, Kathy." Mike clambered out of the fragile plane.
Five minutes later, the next glider still hadn't shown. Kathy stopped her nervous bouncing and grabbed her father's watch. "You see, I told you! All that's left is the trophy party!"
Mike stood in the bare garage of his tiny house. He'd been working for the leisure conglomerate for three months. The moving van had left with all his furniture. All that remained was the old bread truck, crammed to the ceiling with utensils and clothes, and the sailplane, resting in its cradle on the cement floor.