My nipples are poking out! They aren't cold in this sweater, but they're standing up anyway! Kathy rocked her shoulders from side to side and felt sharp twinges of pleasure shoot through the strawberry buds.
When Kathy moved her shoulders, her hands twisted, ever so slightly, on her downy labia. A tiny moistness, like condensing steam, dampened her fingers.
The feeling that had started when she inspected her pussy hairs in the van grew. Goosebumps sprang up on her nylon-clad legs. Kathy realized that she liked the touch of the flapping cloth of her dress as it caressed her little buttocks. She was glad that she'd been too rushed to remember fresh panties.
Kathy squeezed her mons gently. There's a little part up at the top that seems to be growing. I think my whole pussy is swelling up! It feels hind of puffy and hot. I think I like it!
Kathy held her skirt open with one wrist and rubbed her labia with her other hand. She still peered at Bob and Mary, not twenty feet away. Kathy watched Bob's hands roving over the voluptuous woman's body, and the little blonde licked her lips.
What's happening to her voice? She really must love that, the way she's pushing his head against her pussy.
"Oooh!" Kathy breathed. She spoke softly to herself. "Is that my clitoris? It's so-so stiff and it feels super!" She spread her labia and tickled the damp little button. The sudden delightful increase in the wind chill told her that each tweak made her pussy moister.
Kathy heard a quiet, high-pitched humming. She perked up her ears before she realized it was her own excited, girlish voice. She touched the fuzzy lower part of her mons and ribbons of sensuous joy unrolled inside her pussy.
She watched Mary Jackson slide down the side of the trailer, but the novelty of the feelings in her own body became more important. Kathy pressed softly on the end of her pink clitty. Her eyes widened. The sensitive organ deflected, and when it moved to the side, the friction of her moist inner pussylips sent a thrill up her spine.
Kathy explored the little ridge, rolling it under her finger. She aroused every nerve, from the rounded tip to the very base. Kathy could hear her pulse accelerating as the rushing blood reddened her ears.
She watched Bob lifting Mary. The busty woman hung by her knees from his shoulders, but it was like a shadow-show compared to the rising flood of sensations in Kathy's loins.
I'm really getting hot! I'm all sweaty, and my pussy's oozing wet stuff. Even my nipples feel different-they almost hurt, but they hurt so good! It's really neat-why did Mom tell me not to touch myself?
Kathy reached down further, touching the oily moisture that welled in her vagina. Her fingertip touched a sensitive nerve just inside the rim of her little hole, and Kathy felt her pussy squeeze tight. Her fingertip popped out.
More novel sensations bloomed in Kathy's body. She'd found the secret well of the thick sauce, and the quick contact with the slick skin teased another fine droplet out. She moved her slippery fingertip around in a tiny circle, and something like a little flash-bulb popped in her brain.
The newest feeling, Kathy's forbidden vaginal thrill, was as clear and bright as a miniature laser. It jumped straight from her cunny to her brain, and every muscle in Kathy's slim body popped to attention or a millisecond.
My word! Does that happen to every girl's pussy? How come none of my girlfriends ever mentioned it?
She pushed her fingertip into the constricted hole again, and wiggled it. The creamy fluid coated her finger as she moved it slowly in and out. Long snakes of lewdness crawled along her nerves, putting hot and cold chills on her skin.
Kathy caressed the edges of her puffy, pink-creased mons. Slow touches up and down the downy-flossed softness made Kathy feel decadently lascivious. Gentle, unhurried movements around and in her pussy warmed Kathy, despite the breeze that kissed her exposed buttocks.
I could do this forever. It makes me feel so toasty inside! I feel so luxurious-I wish I could lie down and play with my pussy all night! I don't even care what Bob and Mrs. Jackson do… nothing could ever be this good!
Kathy spread her pussylips with her thumb and middle finger, seeking a little more room for her index finger in the smooth, wet mouth of her vagina. Her moving hand touched the fragile petals of her inner labia and Kathy cooed under her breath.
The thin, studious little blonde was comfortably exploring her pussy with her fingers, still looking in the direction of Bob and Mary. She wasn't watching them as closely; in fact, she closed her eyes from time to time to concentrate better on the floating warmth in her loins.
Suddenly Kathy hissed. Her breath whistled in, chilling her even white teeth. Her wet fingertips had touched the tiny, rounded end of her clitoris again and a little spark jumped to her spine.
The shock of feeling was as cold and white as dry ice. When her finger snapped involuntarily away, Kathy felt as if she should have tendrils of smoke curling up from her pearly button.
The slow, comfortable warmth of her explorations leaped. It focused sharply on her clit. Even the slim digit in her vagina sent hot signals to the alert little nubbin.
Kathy touched her clitty again. She was ready for the sensation this time, but the intensity surprised her anyway. The little spike was harder now than when she'd touched it before, and much more sensitive. Her vagina clamped down on her questing finger, spitting it out like a cherry pit.
Kathy brought the juice-slicked tip of that probing finger up to the little fold that surrounded her love-button. The hot energy in her cunny leaped higher as she slid the fingertip across the nerve-filled end.
It's like a ladder! Every different touch makes me go up higher and higher! The whole world falls away when I rub my clitty!
Kathy stood up straight, ignoring Mary's orgasmic wiggling on the gravel. Her pussy and the feelings that shot to every corner of the little girl's body were all that mattered. She opened her skirt-front completely, holding the flaps back with her elbows, Kathy's hands covered the short new hairs on her cunny. Only creamy white thighs and velvety black garter straps showed between Kathy's coffee-colored stockings and her smooth belly.
The points of her little breasts poked through the powder-blue pullover. Kathy seemed to have two tiny party hats on her chest, stretching the wool. Her fine, flaxen hair floated in the breeze, and the bright moonlight turned it into a silver halo around her face.
"Oooh," Kathy breathed, her lips in a tight circle. "I can't… can't believe it!”
She rolled her erect clitty between thumb and forefinger. Her ears burned and her nipples felt the fine wool of her sweater so sharply it seemed like sandpaper. Her love-organ felt as thick and hard as a pencil stub. Near-painful jolts of sensation seared her nerves with laser-like intensity.
Kathy kept toying with the swollen cum-trigger. Her knees felt watery, as if she couldn't stand much longer. The sheer strength of the feeling slowed her fingers, but Kathy refused to stop. It was becoming too much for her to take, and far too much for her to refuse.
Her slender hips rocked in the primitive rhythm of sustained intercourse. Kathy's fingers mauled her clitty unmercifully. She raised one hand to her face and bit her wrist. Her head bent forward. Kathy cupped her soft little breast in her palm.
What am I supposed to do? What's happening in my body? Nothing ever felt so good, and it's so strong I'm afraid of it! Kathy whimpered, and tears leaked from the corners of her round, blue eyes.
But I need it! I can't stop doing this now! It keeps changing, and the feeling is so big that I'm all filled up with it. God, oh, Mommy, is this why you said…?
The icy heat in her belly took a quantum leap, and Kathy gasped. Her thoughts lost all coherence. Her fingers worked faster at her love-bud, beyond her control. The twinkling digits plucked and tweaked at her blonde-fuzzed cunt. Her other hand stole down from the aching mound of her girlish titty.