Kathy Gets a Ride

By JimBob 
Copyright 2010

Mg, oral, ped, cons.

  Several of my readers of Kathy at the Matinee asked for a
sequel, and here it is.  Thanks to all of you who contributed
ideas on the how and where of their next meeting.  You know who
you are.  I appreciate all reader input, and will attempt to
answer all incoming mail.  If you did not get an answer to your
note, check the e-mal address you gave me.   (This means you,
JJ.)  If you answer anonymously, I understand, and I appreciate
your notes as much as any I received..

  We now go back to Sunday afternoon.  BTW, this story continues
Kathy at the Matinee.  Read that one first and this one will make
more sense.   It's my sneaky way for me to get more downloads.

  Bob and Lilly walk toward a car parked by the curb.  Bob
memorizes the plate number as Lilly suddenly spots Kathy in the
car and shouts,  “Daddy!  It's Kathy!”

  “I know, Hon.  I saw her get in.  Come on.”  Bob barely glances
over to see what the woman driver looks like.

  “Daddy!  Kathy waved at me.  I like Kathy, Daddy.”

  “I like her too, Sweetie.”  Boy, do I ever like her, Bob thinks
as the car pulls out and passes them.  And we are going to get to
know and like little Kathy much more very soon, if I have my
way., and my CHP buddy comes through again, Bob thinks.  “She is
a special girl, Lilly.”

  “Am I a special girl, Daddy?”

  “You are a very special girl, Sugar.”  Bob wipes a smear of his
cum from Lilly's cheek with his fingers.  “You are a very special
girl.  Maybe you can teach Kathy some of your tricks.”

  “I know lots of twicks, huh, Daddy?”

  “Oh,you sure do, Baby.  You are my Trick Baby.”
   Now turn your clocks ahead to the next Thursday.  Kathy and
Laura are heading home from school.

  “Bye Laura,  See you tomorrow.”   I skip on down the sidewalk.
Just two more blocks and I will be home. Laura and  I have
patched up our differences,  She is still smarting from being
dumped by Kevin after only two days.  The ungrateful wretch
thinks playing sports after school is more important than being
her boyfriend.  I secretly laugh, because my boyfriend (Well, I
can pretend, can't I?) and I are still an item.  I am beginning
to worry though.  What will I do Sunday?

    Should I dump Laura on Sunday?  Maybe I should tell her about
Bob and me, but what if she gets all crazy and tells everyone
else what a bad man did to me?  Bob ain't bad, but Laura is kind
of dumb sometimes about things like that.

  A green van like car pulls slowly past and over to the curb in
front of the two vacant lots I have to walk past.  That man was
looking at me!  Oh gosh!   A bad man?  Well, I know how to handle
them anyhow.  I make sure I have my key outside my shirt where I
can get it in our door lock real quick.  As soon as I get past
him I'm making a run for it.  I get over on the way far side of
the sidewalk and get ready to run.  I'm not supposed to, but I
glance at the car as I pass.  I see a small blond head in the
back seat.  Lilly?

  “LILLY!  Is that you?  Bob?  What are you guys doing here?  How
did you find out where I live.?”

  Bob has the front door open and he is patting the seat, so I
just slip off my back pack and hop on in. Lilly is squealing in
her car seat, so I turn and lean over the seat back and give her
a hug.  She kisses me and she is sweet and sticky.  I grin at Bob
as I wipe my face on my sleeve.

  “Told you!”  Bob says.  “She had a piece of my candy bar.  How
have you been Kathy?  We are glad to see you again.  You live
around here?”

  “Yes, My house is down this street and around the corner and
over a block and a half.  Do you live around here?”

  “No, we were just out for a ride and we thought you looked
familiar.  Boy, you live right on the edge of the woods, huh?”

  “Yeah.  Mommy and Daddy bought this house when they were
married.”  Suddenly, it dawns on me.  I just got into a car with
a man, and I told him where I live.  Boy, will I be in trouble if
Mom finds out.  But I like Bob and I trust him.  Mom don't get
home for two hours, and she isn't gonna find out from me, that's
for sure.

  “Nice.  Do you have to go right home, or can you take a little
drive with me and Lilly?  We know a nice little  spot down by the
river.”

  “Well...”  Gosh, I really want to go.  “Okay, but I got to be
home before six o'clock.”

  “We have time.  It is only ten minutes to our spot from here.”

  “Okay.”  Lilly squeals again, but I'm not getting close to her
again.  She is too sticky.  I fasten my seat belt, and Bob starts
the car.  As we start to go, he puts his hand on my leg where my
skirt is a little above my knee.  He gives me a squeeze, and a
thrill goes up my leg to the pit of my stomach.  I think about
the matinee as Bob's fingers do that ticklish rubbing stuff on
the inside of my leg.  I scoot over as close as I can get, and
let my legs spread open.  I want Bob to touch me in my bad touch
places again.

  “Ooh!  Daddy teach you twicks!”  Lilly sings out. 

  “Lilly likes learning new tricks, don't you Lilly?"

  “Yes Daddy.  Lilly likes Daddy's twicks.” I turn and look at
Lilly and she grins impishly at me.  I smile at her too.  She is
so funny.  Ooh, Bob is rubbing his hand up the inside of my leg.
It feels thrilling and ticklish at the same time.  My body gives
a little shiver.

  “Oh, Bob!”

  “You like that?”  Bob says.  He rubs his hand all the way up to
my panty leg, and presses on my um, pussy in my panties.  My
whole body jumps all by itself.  I can't help it, It is so
ticklish and thrilling at the same time, I have to laugh, but I
am surprised at how it sounds.  High and funny to my ears.  Was
that me?

  “Yes!  It really tickles!”

  “DADDY TWICKS YOU!”  Lilly shouts.

  I cover my ears.  Bob is stopping the car, so he has to take
his hand away.  I pull my skirt down.  We must be done.  Maybe on
the way back...

  Bob and I get out and Bob gets Lilly out.  She wants another
hug, but I back off from the sticky mess.  Bob takes her hand and
leads her to the water.  He takes his hankie and wets one end,
and washes the sticky candy stuff off her face and hands.  Then
he takes her over to a pebble beach and picks up a stone and
throws it.  Lilly picks up a stone and throws it in the river.
She grabs another stone and throws.  So does Bob.  So do I. Lilly
is laughing and shouting as the stones splash.  Bob stands and
watches her for a moment.

  “She likes to throw rocks,” I say.

        “She will throw rocks until they are all gone,” Bob says.
 “Hey Lilly!  Stay away from the water, okay?”

  “Yes Daddy.”

  “You throw rocks, baby.  Daddy and Kathy will watch from the
car.”

  “Okay Daddy, You do twicks.  Lilly will thwow wocks.”

  A thrill goes through me that makes my knees almost buckle.
Lucky for me, Bob grabs my hand and leads me back to the car.  We
get into the back door, and I see it has three seats and we get
into the very back one.  Bob slides the middle seat up to give us
room.  I am in first, so I kind of sit facing Bob. Bob sits and
turns my way and looks at my legs, 'cause my skirt is kind of up
a little.  I don't care, I want him to see me and touch me.  I
want those really good feelings I cannot seem to get with my own
fingers.

  “Let me see!”

  I pull my skirt above my waist.  All of my legs and my panties
are out in the open air.  Bob stares.  I look at his pants where
there is a big bump.  His penis is big again like it was at the
theater.  I stare at his bump while he stares at my panties.

  Bob sticks out a hand, finger extended and rubs it right down
my pee, uh, pussy right on the crack.  When he comes back up, he
stops at my tickle bump, no, no, clit.  He rubs it.  Even through
my cotton school panties, his finger feels warm and hard, and
tickle-tingles way more than my fingers do.

  I shut my eyes and go “Mmmm!”

  “Take them off!  Wait!  Let me do it!”  Bob looks out the
window, sees Lilly is okay, and then takes hold of my panty leg
bands and starts to pull.  I lift my rear up and feel them slide
off my rear part.  Now he grabs the top edge and pulls them down
by my shoes.  I lift each foot so he can get them off over my
school sneakers.  My panties are off.  Bob drops them and takes
my legs and pulls me towards him.

  I am slumped down with my shoulders against the little hump on
the side.  Bob puts my one leg way back by the seat back, and my
other foot on the floor, by the back of the other seat.  I look
at is face, then down at myself where he is looking.  My pussy is
wide open.  It looks kind of pink and wet inside, and my clit is
sticking way out.  I can smell myself, kind of like when I play
in bed or the bath room sometimes.  Bob sniffs too, then he
grins.  I think he is getting nasty again and I wrinkle up my
nose.

  “Oh ho!  Kathy has a hot little pussy!  I'll have to cool it
down.”  Bob glances out the window, as he scoots down off the
seat to kneel on the floor.  He pauses to rub my slipper stuff up
around my clit and I moan and my hips go up on me at his finger
touch.  “Yes!”  Bob says, “I'll have to cool that hot little
pussy down right now.”

  What the heck is he talking about?  How is he going to?...
“Ooh!  God!”  Bob has dipped his head down.  His face is right by
my...  His tongue!!  He is licking me right on my hole, his
tongue is way in my crack and he is licking and licking...  He's
trying to stick it in my hole!  “Ooh!”  That is so nasty, but it
feels so good!  But I want. I want...  Wait!  I take his head in
my two hands and pull it up just the tiniest bit, until his lips,
his tongue is on my hot clit, my swollen little love bump and the
thrill monster is stirring in back, way in there, but he is
stirring and now he is coming out.  My hips try to push my pussy
all up into Bob's mouth.  I wish he would suck my clit in. There!
 Just like that.  I shut my eyes.  There are all the colored
lights I remember.  This is going to be better, way better than
before...  Bob lifts his head and looks out the window, in spite
of my two hands trying to keep it there, right there.  I was so
close, darn it.  I whimper in frustration, and Bob grins down at
me.

  "You still think that is eeew nasty?"

  “No!  It is nice!  It was getting cooled off!  Please do it
more.  Please?”

  “Oh, We will do  it more, but first we need to try some more
tricks.  You liked that one, right?”

  “Oh yes!  I did, I did!  I want more!  Please?”

  “All right!  You will like this one too.”  Bob unfastens his
belt, and his pants, and slides them and his underwear down his
legs to his knees.  He sits on the seat.  His big thing, his
penis sticks straight up, big purple knob at the end.  He thake
it in his hand and rubs it while he looks out the window. Through
the open front window, I can hear Lilly singing and splashes in
the river.

  “Is Lilly still throwing rocks?”

        “Oh yes,  She can do that all day.  She got good muscles
from doing this.”  Bob rubs the skin on his big penis up and
down. “She started when she was a baby.”

  “A baby?  What did your wife say?”  Whoa!  I didn't even know
about those things on boys until I was six!

  “Nothing.  She died when Lilly was a little baby.  We started
when Lilly was a year old.  She liked to hold it when we would
sleep together.”  Bob reached over and rubbed my clit where it
was all wet from his mouth and tongue.  I stuck my pussy up to
meet his finger.  I wanted more.  “Come over here and sit on my
lap,” Bob patted his legs.

  I crawled over.  “What?  How?”

  Sit facing me on my legs.  I'll scoot like this, that's right,
bend your knees.  Lilly does this all he time.”

  “Yeah, but Lilly is smaller.”  With bob's help, I get my self
on his lap and he tucks my skirt up out of the way.  Then he
pulls me toward him, and all of a sudden I get a shock.  Bob's
big shaft thing is right up against my clit, and kind of in my
crack.  It feels...  Different.  Kind of warm and nice, and I can
feel it kind of jerk a little sometimes.  Bob is leaning back so
I lean forward against him.  That feels even better,  Things are
looking up.

  “Now,rub that pussy,” Bob says.  I move my hips forwards and
back.  My clit rubs over the bottom of Bob's penis.  The veins
and bump where the head starts bump and tickle my clit and the
warm hardness is almost as good as Bob's tongue.  Almost as good.
 Also, I am doing all of the work.  Is this fair?

  Bob grabs my rear, and helps me move, and his fingers slide
into my rear crack.  He is putting a finger right on my back
hole. But it kinda tingly tickles, rubbing over that tender skin.
 He takes it away and puts it up in my crack to get some of my
slippery juice that is seeping out of my hole.  He sticks it back
up there and the tip slides in a little ways.  I tense up.  Are
you supposed to do that stuff to that thing?

  “Relax Babe, I'm not going to hurt you, just relax.”  Bob takes
it away again, and I relax.  Oops!  Here it comes again, real
slippery now.  Before I can tighten up again, he has it half way
in, and it does not feel bad at all.  I guess Bob knows what he
is doing, so I just relax and enjoy all the new and different
feelings.  I close my eyes.  I see lights.  I moan right in bob”s
ear.

  “Ooh Bob!  Ooh!”  He has stuck it all the way up in me.  I
never had anything go up that hole before.  That has to be nasty
and dirty.  But all the feelings together  are so good!  The
lights, the monster is stirring again.

  “Not yet.”  Bob pulls out the finger and pushes me back so I
cannot feel him anymore.  He picks up a rag from the seat and
wipes his hands.

  Darn you Bob!  I'm ready to cum! “Ooooh, please?”  I whine,
giving Bob my most pitiful look. He's got to fall for that one.
Even Mom does, sometimes.  But no.  I guess Lilly has pulled it
on him too.

  Bob takes his penis in his hand and kind of waves it in front
of my face.  “How about it Kathy, how about a kiss for old Bob's
cock?  I'll give you what you want after.”

  “Cock?  I'd heard hat before some time at school.  Yeah.  That
nasty boy said “suck my cock” to Laura one time when she stuck
her tongue out at him for looking up her dress.  I remember now.
Lilly sucks Bob's cock, Bob said so.  I guess I can at least just
kiss it.  I mean after what he did for me, and he promised to
make me cum. I scoot off his lap, and he opens his legs so I can
kneel between them. Something suddenly strikes me as I look at
Bob,s open crotch, his cock and that funny sack thing like that
one the little baby had, Bob's is bigger, but he is a big man,
but where is the hair?  I thought grownups had hair down there? 
Bob doesn't.  His thing, cock and sack thingy are as bare as my
pussy is.

  “Hey Bob?”  Why don't you have hair down here?”

  “Lilly doesn't like it, so we shave it all off.  Do you like
it?”

  “I don't know. I guess so.”  To tell the truth, I feel a little
cheated.  I mean after all, a man, you know,  you kinda want it
to look like a man's thing.  I sure won't shave my hair off, if I
ever get any.  Though I know Mom trims her's, so I might do that.
 But I still feel cheated.

  “Well?”  Bob is getting impatient while I think about it and
kind of stall.

  I dip my head and quick kiss the side of the purple head part.
At the last split second I spotted a drop of stuff on the end
hole.  “Is that pee?”  I wrinkle up my nose and pull my head
back.

  “No!  That is not pee, it is precum.  It comes out to make a
man's penis slippery, just like you make slippery juice.  Taste
it.”  Bob takes my head in both hands and makes my lips touch
that drop, then he lets go.

  I try to keep my lips shut, but my darn stupid tongue sneaks
out and licks it off.  I have to be honest, and it really does
not taste much like anything bad.  Kind of like that little drop
of Bob's cum last Sunday.  I lower my head and I lick Bob's cock
head, then again and then I take hold of the shaft thing  with
both hands to hold it still because it bobs and jumps around.  Ha
ha.  Bob's cock bobs around.  Now I can really lick it.. I lick
all over the kind of a rim all the way around and Bob moans and
bucks when I get to the funny part on the bottom where it looks
like the loose skin is stuck to it.  I hold that skin way down
tight to his belly and sack thing, so I can make him moan some
more.  This is kind of fun.

  “Oh, man!  You're good!”  Bob kinda moans that out.

  That compliment pays off, because I want to hear more, so I try
sucking the whole big end of it in, and I move my tongue all over
the part that is inside.  Bob holds my head again and moves it up
and down.  I get he idea, he likes that up and down stuff.  He
did it to himself, He had me and Lilly do it at the matinee, and
he had me rub myself up and down it.  So, up and down it will be.
 I wonder how much I can get into my mouth.  Bob still has his
hands on my head, but he isn't really pushing, just resting his
hands there.  He is moaning and talking a lot now.  I try another
real deep dip.  He seems to like that a lot.  I am breathing
through my nose, and all at once the whole darn big purple head
goes right up into my throat.  I kind of gag, and pull it right
back out.  Then I get daring and there we go again,  If I hold my
head just so, I don't feel it on my gag place, and I can leave it
there for a little while.  Bob moans when I do this.  All of a
sudden, he moans and holds my head to move it up and down.

  “Here it comes, Bob shouts, and he pulls my head up, but not
fast enough as the first big squirt of cum goes into my mouth. As
the head thing comes out, I close my mouth automatically to keep
the stuff in, and Bob catches the rest in the rag he is now
holding up to his cock.  Then he holds the rag out, and I let my
mouthful run out into the rag.  I swirl my tongue around and
swallow the rest.  If Lilly can do it, so can I.

  At the thought of Lilly, I look around.  She is not down by the
river any where.  She is gone.  Bob senses my panic reaction, and
sits up and looks around too.

  “Oh my gosh, where is Lilly?”  I say.

  “I wight here!”  Lilly's head pops up over the seat back in
front of us.  She has gotten into the car, and we didn't even
notice.  “Daddy and Kathy do twick!  Lilly watch.”

  Bob laughs.  I laugh too, and Lilly giggles.  She is such a
cute little girl.

  And she has been doing this almost all of her life.  I feel
envy at how far ahead of me in good feelings she is.  Speaking of
good feelings,  “Bob?”

  “Huh?”

  “Can you do the, um, you know, the licking thing to me now? “ 
I really want to get my good feelings and cum before it is time
to go.  I hope Lilly being here won't make Bob change his mind. 
I don't care if she watches.

  “Sure, get up on he  seat here.”

  I scramble to get up on the seat where I was before.  Lilly
watches closely as I spread my legs out like Bob had me do
before.  Bob is pulling his pants up and fastens his belt and
turns to me.

  “Ooh!  Daddy do twick now.  Kathy!  Daddy do twick!  Get weddy!”
I hope she shuts up when Bob gets going.  I've been waiting, and
I want to have my good one I didn't get before.

  “Now you watch, Lilly, and learn how to do this to a girl.”

  “Okay Daddy.  I watch Kathy and Daddy.”

  “And keep quiet, hear?”

  “Yes Daddy.”

  Why would Lilly want to learn how to do this to girls, I wonder
as Bob starts off this time by kissing my legs by my knees, and
up the inside.  His lips tickle my tender skin in there.  I look
up to see Lilly watching.  She meets my eyes and grins.  My last
thought before bob's lips get right up on my pussy is that I
wouldn't ever want to suck on another girl's pussy.  Never in a
thousand years!

  “Ooh!  Oh Bob!”  He starts his tongue right on my clit, and
then he sucks it right up into his lips.  His ongue is going so
fast and hard, I almost jump off the seat.  I try to close my
legs, but Bob's head is in the way and he won't stop.  I wiggle
aound and suddenly it feels just right.

  I don't want him to stop.  I pull my knees up and open them as
wide as I can.  Bob has one hand up there, and now he is rubbing
it around by my hole, my vagina, and that feels good too.  “OH!
Gosh!”  He pushed it right up in here.  I can feel it way up in
me, he is kind of wiggling it around.  It hurt for just a second,
but I hardly felt it, because the thrill monster is out and I
am...  What is he doing now?  Unbuttoning my shirt?

   “Ooh! That tickles Bob!"  He doesn't stop doing that to my
boobies.  He doesn't stop anything he is doing.  The feeling in
my booby he is rubbing his big finger over is going right down to
in back of my pussy, with his tongue and his finger in me tingly
feeling.

   I have a finger in me!  A man's big finger!  And a man is
licking my pussy, and I love it all, so there, Mom!  I like this
stuff and I'm gonna keep doing it, and now I'm gonna close my
eyes and get my cum.

  The sparkly lights come, and the good feelings and it feels
like I have to pee, kind of, but I have done that feeling before.
Only Bob's fingers and tongue have got me way up there where it
feels like my whole bottom is on fire, not burning fire, just
warm, hot, wet ticklish thrilling fire and then it comes, and I
don't know anymore for a while.  It is all black and red and
flashing white.

  I hear voices.  Bob and Lilly!

  “See baby, that is what you call a super good cum.  She is all
right.  Just emotionally drained.”  She had a good cum, Lilly.”

  “Look Daddy!  Kathy waking up!”

  I open my eyes.  Bob is cleaning my pussy off with his hankie,
still damp from its rinse in the river.

  “Can't have you smelling like a French whore,” he says. “You
okay, Kathy?  I thought you never would stop cumming.  Was that a
good one for you?”

  “My best one yet.”  Out of two, I think.  If they get much
better I might be in trouble.

  “We better get buckled up and get you home.  It is five fifteen
now.”

  “Was I asleep very long?”

  “You weren't asleep, you were just out of it for about twenty
seconds.  You had a very intense orgasm.  What I call my triple
threat one..  Two hands, one tongue.  Gets them every time, Huh
Lilly?”

  “Yes Daddy, all a time.”

  We are started back.  Bob hands me my panties and I slip them
on, with a little difficulty because of the seat belt.  Bob has
tweaked my clit one last time as he handed me the panties.  I had
completely forgotten them.  I think about what Bob said to Lilly.
 Gets them all the time?

  “Um, Bob?”

  “Yeah, Kathy?”

  “Um, what you said to Lilly, You know, gets them all the time?
What did you mean?”

  “I can make any girl cum that way.”

  “You did that to other girls?”

  Bob looks over at me and grins.  “Button your shirt Kathy. 
I'll tell you about it another time.  We are going to have
another time, aren't we?”

  “Yes.  Are you going to the Sunday matinee?”  I rebutton my
shirt.  Gosh, I can't even think straight.

  “Not this Sunday.  We have to go see my parent this weekend.
Does your Mom work every weekday?”

  “Yes.”

  We'll wait for you in the same spot next Thursday.  Where
should I drop you off?"

  Right around this corner.  There are no houses there yet.
Nobody will see.

  "Bye Lilly, Bye Bob.”

  I grab my pack and jump out. .'Bye Kathy!”  There comes a
chorus of high and low voices. The green car drives off.  I am a
litle disappointed about Sunday, but it will take care of what to
do about Laura.  I sing as I walk around the corner and let
myself in to the empty house.  Lucky for me, Mom is not early.  I
start to set the table.



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characters.  They are only figments of my overactive imagination.



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