She sucked mightily on Bob's prick. Her thin body shook with internal contractions and Kathy pressed her little titty against Bob's hand. She hummed with lewd pleasure and gargled on the saliva that the pistoning cock drew from the soft tissues of her mouth.
Suddenly, Kathy felt a tremor pass along Bob's cock. The shudder ran through the shaft and Bob's glans pulled back. The knob contracted, then rammed forward and hot fluid filled her mouth.
Bob thrust his prick deep. The muscles clenched along his tube and jets of semen burst from his tortured cockhead. He grunted with the agonizing pleasure. He let go of Kathy's tit and grabbed her head, Bob's cum-spewing prick fucked repeatedly into her soft, gulping mouth.
Kathy swallowed the thick stuff as quickly as she could. There was no end to it. The stringy masses slimed her throat and the slender child almost gagged.
Bob pulled back. Only the head of his cock was inside Kathy's mouth. His pent-up charge of cream filled her mouth over and over. He felt her fingers on his balls and he moaned with the sudden, forceful squeezing.
The sheer volume of Bob's cum surprised Kathy. She sucked and licked at his pulsing prickhead, guzzling at the salty fluid. Her hand jacked at his cockstem, forcing more of the heavy cream into her mouth. Kathy pushed her head down onto the wand, swallowing deeply. The sensitive flat of Bob's glans rested on her hard-working tongue. A few tiny drops escaped from the corner of her mouth.
There's so much! I love the way it shoots into my mouth, when it first starts. I bet it would feel really sexy all over me!
Aw, it's almost all gone. It sure makes my mouth slippery.
Kathy tongued Bob's glans thoroughly, then let it out of her mouth. She turned around and looked at him. She held the still-hard shaft of his cock in her hand arid asked, "How soon will it do that again?”
Bob looked dazedly into her face. Kathy's eyes twinkled and her lips were half-parted. "I don't believe it! You just gave me the best, strangest blow job of my whole life, Kathy. My whole crotch is numb!”
Kathy smiled and gave his prick a squeeze. "I liked it. How soon can you make it shoot again?”
A shadow flashed over them and stopped Bob's answer. The first glider of the day was turning around to fly past again. It wasn't fifty yards away!
Chapter 5
It's Daddy, Kathy thought when she saw the three blue bands on each wing. Her heart stopped, then pounded with relief. The registry number was different than her father's.
Bob stuffed his half-hard cock back into his pants. The sailplane turned, almost standing on a wingtip. Bob and Kathy could see into the cockpit clearly enough to pick out the pilot's features.
The pilot was more interested in finding rising air than any lewd actions on the brush covered cliff top. He flew back along the drop off only twenty feet above the reclining couple.
"We'd better go back separately," Bob said. He touched the drops of semen on Kathy's chin, wiping them off with a fingertip. He looked guiltily around. "You don't feel like crying any more, do you?”
Kathy swallowed and looked at him. "No, I don't think so." She fastened the undone button of her shirt. "My throat's all puckery. If I ever do that again, I'm gonna bring something to drink afterward." The little blonde stood and dusted off her jeans. "I'll see you later, maybe.”
"Uh, yeah! I'll be looking for you," Bob said. He didn't know what to think of Kathy's quixotic mood changes. He watched her shapely little ass swing out of sight. He waited a few minutes in the brush, wondering. Where were all the little girls like her when I was her aye?
It took Kathy some time to walk back to the inspection area. She brooded again about her father and Mrs. Jackson. The little girl had run farther than she remembered. Kathy bypassed her Dad's sailplane to go to the camper.
Next time I won't let it go off in my mouth, she mused. It tastes like that joke gum. I can hardly even spit!
The feeling sure is neat, though. I love the way that 'ol penis swells up when I suck at it. I get hot just thinking about how that feels when I lick it, and the way it's so warm in my hands. If there was some way where I didn't have to taste that junk…
Maybe Daddy's tastes different. I bet Mary Jackson would know-she probably knows how they all taste. I wonder how I can keep her away from my father…
Kathy knocked on the side of the camper, then let herself in with her key. She took a bit of the lemonade from the ice chest and rinsed the cum out of her mouth.
"Kathy!”
The little blonde jumped six inches into the air. She gulped the mouthful of lemonade down.
"Where've you been?" her father asked sternly. "I've been looking for you for the last half hour. It's almost time for my flight!”
"I was over by the drop-off, Daddy. I finished waxing everything, and I didn't want to bother you and Mrs. Jackson, so I took a walk." She hoped no traces of Bob's cum showed around her mouth.
Mike Andrews looked at his daughter's tear-streaked face. He reached for her shoulder and asked, "What's wrong, honey?”
Kathy twisted away. "Nothing, Daddy, really." The shapely little blonde leaned over the sink and splashed water on her face. The towel muffled her voice when she added, "What did Mrs. Jackson want?" She stood with her face covered and her shoulders tense.
Mike looked gravely at her rigid back. That noise must have been Kathy. How much did she see? My God! If she saw we fucking Mary's tits… No wonder she was crying. His heart fell. He started to reach for her, but thought better of it. His hand went back to his side.
"Mary is a very troubled woman," he began. "I don't even know if I should tell you this, Kathy.”
His slender daughter dropped the towel and spun around. Her blue eyes were round and cold. "Why not? I'm not a baby any more, Father." Kathy threw her shoulders back and the jutting cones of her titties proved the point.
An incestuous urge flared in Mike's loins. His daughter's sudden defiance shocked him while it spurred forbidden lust. His cock stirred.
"Mary and Mr. Jackson are having trouble," Mike stammered. He felt trapped. He didn't want to look into Kathy's hard eyes, but each time he saw the equally hard tips of her breasts, he choked up. Mike gave Kathy a sketchy outline of the protest-filing. His voice trailed off before he mentioned the steamy sensuality he'd shared in the camper with busty, horny Mary Jackson.
Kathy glanced from her father to the armchair in the left rear corner of the old truck. He seems to be more upset than he should be. Even if Daddy knows I saw him with her, he wouldn't act like this. He's been out real late on dates before… he gets real lonesome for Mom.
Mike followed his daughter's eyes. He looked abruptly at his watch and rasped, "It's almost take-off time, Kathy. We'd better move it.”
Kathy felt saddened by Mike's avoidance of his encounter with Mary Jackson. She thought about the hot sensation of sucking Bob's cock. She felt she'd somehow betrayed Mike, but she cherished her new-found knowledge of Bob's spurting virility. Confused, the little blonde girl moved closer to her father.
Mike hesitated briefly, then put his arm around his willowy daughter. He wondered what was going through Kathy's mind.
They walked silently to the sailplane. Mike squeezed Kathy's hand reassuringly as they rolled the glider to the staging area on its single wheel. Mike climbed in while two officials held the wingtips.
Kathy watched somberly as her father fastened the heavy safety belts. She handed him the shoulder straps and felt a thrill run up her arms at the touch of his fingers. With the canopy still back, Kathy's blue eyes searched into her father's face.
She leaned over him. A runner attached the towrope to the hook on the glider's nose. Mike pushed a red lever forward to lock the line in place.