"Are you coming, Kathy?" he called. His daughter was walking through the few small rooms where she'd grown up, "saying goodbye to our house.”
"Just a minute, Daddy. Why don't you sit in the glider? I'm sure it will miss this place, too. You built if here, remember?" Kathy's voice echoed in the bare rooms.
Mike sighed. He was used to women dawdling, and after three months of almost nonstop lovemaking, he considered his twelve-year-old daughter a complete woman. He lifted the shoulder straps from the cockpit, draping them outside the fuselage. Mike eased himself into the Spartan closeness and leaned back.
He couldn't see the door from his seat. The first he knew about Kathy's presence was the soft, moist sound of her feet on the cement. Her voice was husky when she spoke, barely hiding a giggle.
"I am the sky goddess," she intoned. "You may not look upon me without my say.”
Mike's loins pulsed. His lovely daughter acted out sensuous roles before long, special bed play. He thought of the night of his birthday, the week before.
"Close your eyes, mortal, or be blinded by my glory.”
Mike obeyed. His ears pricked up as Kathy padded around the bulbous, blunt nose of the glider. Even through the dust of moving, he caught a whiff of her cuntal aroma.
“Open your pants, lowly pilot, or I will wither your organs!" Mike spread the waist of his trousers. His cock stood like a hot iron bar in his crotch.
"You may gaze upon me now," Kathy ordered. Mike opened his eyes.
The little blonde girl stood on a chair in front of the glider. She wore a short black negligee and stockings. The soft strip of her meager pussy hair showed between the straps of her garter belt. Kathy spread her arms like wings and the diaphanous cloth rippled. She stepped down and moved toward her father.
Kathy reached for his ready tool. Her voice returned to its usual girlish tones. "You like my costume, Daddy," she stated. "I'm glad.”
"How do you think of these things?" Mike asked, "Who told you you were the sky goddess?" Her fingers were cool and smooth as they played along his cock.
"You did, in your sleep." Kathy bent over. Mike caressed the delectable mounds of her titties through the transparent black film. She moistened her lips and bathed his cockhead with saliva.
Chills raced along Mike's cock. He kneaded her firm tits harder and his blood surged. Kathy's slim fingers rolled his balls around. She straddled the glider. She bent down, leaning on the leading edge of the cockpit.
Mike stared at the creamy skin of his daughter's ass. The scrape from her fall had disappeared, though the bruise had lingered for weeks. He pulled the hem of the negligee up. The black velvet garters stretched tight over Kathy's delicious cheeks. Mike put his tongue to the wet crease of her pussy. The hair had spread a little, but not enough to hide the moist pink of Kathy's most sensuous flesh.
"Umm, you know I love that," Kathy hummed. "Your tongue makes my pussy feel so good!”
Mike drew Kathy's hips a little closer. His tongue raced under her body. The frilly petals of her pussy quivered at the lascivious touch. He touched her clitty with the tip of his tongue and Kathy ground her loins against his face.
Mike reveled in the sweet, musky heat of Kathy's pussy. He'd kissed and sucked the luscious morsel in every way, and always found new delights hidden in the lovely flesh. Mike never got over the sheer, intensity of her orgasms, or the constant loving caresses his daughter showered on him in their love making.
Mike slid his hands over her skin. There is nothing in the world as delicious as the firmness of a young girl's ass, he thought. Kathy's has to be the best!
"Please, now," Kathy urged. "Take me now, Daddy-I'm ready." Her voice quivered with lewd excitement.
Kathy felt her lusty heat overtaking her control again. She could never stand very much of her father's tongue before her pussy took over her reactions. She loved dimming for his kisses, but it made it hard to fit his thick cock into her cunny.
Kathy sat up, her thighs on the edges of the cockpit. She panted, looking over her shoulder at Mike. His dewy grin told her he was more than ready for her pussy.
Kathy hummed with heat. She wondered how to get to Mike's cock. Finally, she put her legs into the glider and settled down onto the rigid bar.
Mike purred as the exquisite flesh parted around his wand. Kathy's smooth asscheeka settled against his belly and he had to will the pre-cum tension to leave his balls. Her firm roundness excited him as much as the taste of her fantastic pussy.
Kathy rolled her ass, flexing first one cheek, then the other. Her cunt massaged Mike's prick. She moved up and down in tiny strokes, feeling the delicate pull of the cuntlips on her clit.
The glider was cramped, so slim that neither of them could open their legs. Mike felt the signs of his child's approaching cum. He put his hand into her crotch. He touched the wet skin of his juice-slicked pole, then fingered her little trigger.
Kathy shuddered with electric tension when Mike touched her clit. She sighed and leaned back against his chest. Her mind soared on the rising heat of her feelings.
Mike knew he couldn't hold off long, but it didn't bother him. His sensuous daughter had showed him reservoirs of cum he hadn't believed. The little girl was so erotically skilled that he could fuck her morning and night, and never run out of desire for her.
Kathy was melting around his impaling cock. She knew her father would cum soon, and she ground her ass against him. The little blonde girl loved the feeling of his pulsing release.
Mike put his free hand, on Kathy's pink-tipped tit. The rock-breaking sensation climbed higher in his crotch. Just as his tube began to squeeze the vital burst into Kathy, her voice sounded.
"Who says I'm not the sky goddess?”