Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  Susan had been sitting on the bench in the park when she saw Janice walking slowly on the path. The little girl had not seen her, so preoccupied had she been with finding herself a concealed place to rub her pussy. Susan had been attracted immediately to the little girl attracted in away she had never been toward a girl in her life. Seeing the girl’s tight little tits straining at her thin blouse, the close fit of the jeans on her, exposing the outline of her pussy and her adorable little ass, had caused a reaction in Susan that both surprised and delighted her.

  Something about Janice drew Susan, and she watched the girl with interest. Susan was not really surprised to find a growing tingle in her pussy as she looked at Janice. Being of an erotic nature, she was very familiar with her own desires. Unlike Janice, Susan had many opportunities to fuck, and she did.

  Somehow, Susan could tell that this was an erotic little female. She watched Janice as she entered the shrubbery, and knew right away what the girl had in mind. She followed quietly and peered through the shrubs as the youngster began to rub her cunt against the tree. Her dark eyes sparkled with pleasure as she watched, her thrusting, round tits moving up and down as she breathed with excitement. She felt an almost overpowering desire to go to the girl, pet and fondle her — feel her hot little cunt and her sweet, small tits.

  As she watched, her own pussy became very hot and moist, her legs weak. She wanted to kneel down because her legs felt so wobbly, but she was wearing a dress and was afraid to snag her nylons. She could hear the girl whispering the words, see the way she hugged the tree, grinding her cunt against it.

  “Oooo, golly, golly,” Janice whimpered. “I want a cock up my cunt! I want to get fucked! My pussy is so fucking hot for a hard cock!”

  Janice was hot, very hot.

  Oddly, Susan thought immediately about her son, Stevie. He was the same age as this sweet little girl, and Susan felt excited as a picture formed in her mind of her son thrusting his cock into this hot little girl’s cunt. That made her pussy burn even more, and she could not resist shoving a hand under her skirt and cupping her own pussy and squeezing her juicy cuntlips.

  Janice was close to coming, and Susan, without actually realizing it, had stepped from the bushes and stood next to her, looking down at her with huge, smoldering eyes. Janice was so absorbed in the marvelous sensations in her cunt, she failed to notice anyone with her. She began to grind her cunt faster against the tree, soft moans of ecstasy bubbling from her throat. Susan was breathing harder as she watched the little girl make herself come off, and only when the throbbing convulsions ended, did Janice feel the presence of another. She opened her eyes and turned her head in shock, staring up at the lovely woman.

  “Oh! I didn’t know anyone…”

  “Shhh,” Janice said, squatting on her heels and caressing the girl’s trembling back. “It’s all right, honey.”

  Somehow Janice didn’t feel afraid or ashamed. She looked into the face of this woman and saw someone with the same feelings. She stopped trembling, still wrapped about the tree. Her gaze rested on the woman’s thrusting tits, then traveled downward. She found herself staring at what was usually hidden underneath Susan’s dress. She saw the nylons, with creamy smooth flesh bulging over the tops, and then she thrilled when she saw the dark curls of the woman’s cunt. The realization that the woman wore no panties turned her erotic emotions on once again. She had wanted to go without her panties when wearing dresses, considering it wonderfully naughty, but had not had the nerve to do it yet.

  “You watched me,” Janice said in a soft voice. “You’ve been peeking at me.” It was not an accusation, but a simple statement.

  “Yes, honey,” Susan replied softly. “I watched you jack off, and I loved it! It was so beautiful!”

  Susan’s hand moved up and down the girl’s back, and she touched briefly at Janice’s sweet ass. Then her hand moved up again — only now she closed her fingers over one of Janice’s small springy tits. It was not Janice that gasped in surprise; it was Susan. She had never felt any other tit in her life except her own, and she was surprised at her sudden, unexpected boldness. Janice was not at all surprised; she was delighted at having her tit touched. She leaned back, bracing herself with her hands. Still gazing under Susan’s skirt.

  Susan slipped a hand into Janice’s thin blouse, cupping and caressing her spongy little tit. She was pleased that Janice was not wearing a bra, and the girl’s succulent nipple was very hard against her palm. She opened Janice’s blouse, looking around nervously to make sure they weren’t seen.

  When she looked at the sweetness of that smalll perfectly formed tit, she could not resist leaning down and sucking most of it into her wet mouth. Janice moaned as Susan’s sucked her tit! Her tongue licked rapidly, making her nipple even harder — making it tingle even more! As she sucked the girl’s lovely tit, Susan moved her hand don her trembling stomach and pressed into the crotch of her tight jeans. The young girl lifted her hips, moving them about so that Susan could rub her fingers up and down her cuntslit.

  It was too much. Susan pulled her mouth off the delicious tit with reluctance and stared hotly at the pretty girl. “My car is parked over there,” she whispered, feeling strange and nervous.

  Janice buttoned her blouse and stood up, taking Susan’s hand in hers without a word. Janice was a head shorter than Susan and they looked almost like mother and daughter as they entered the car. Susan started it, and pulled from the park. She drove until they were on the outskirts of the town, then found a perfect spot. She pulled the car off the road and down a dirt track leading to a low hill. It was pastureland, and cows were gazing near by.

  After Susan stopped the car, Janice snuggled against her tightly without embarrassment. She began to run her hands over that small, exquisite body, feeling every curve and hollow.

  Janice was again whimpering with eagerness when she lifted her small hand to touch one of Susan’s thrusting tits. Susan immediately pressed her lips to those of the young girl. When she felt Janice shove her tongue forward, she sucked furiously at it, holding the girl tightly by the cheeks of her ass.

  Neither Janice nor Susan had ever done anything like this before, but there was a powerful attraction between them that they did not understand. All they knew was that it was overpowering, and they could not resist it.

  Susan opened the girl’s blouse, exposing her succulent tits to the hot sun and slight breeze. She looked at her tits for a long time, running her fingertips around the stiff nipples. Then she worked at Janice’s jeans, opening them to reveal a pair of frilly bikini panties. She slid the jeans off the girl and then smiled as she watched her wiggle her ass against the seat, whimpering in eager delight.

  Susan ran her hand up and down Janice’s long, creamy thighs, and felt the moist crotch of her panties. Then, overcome with desire, she stepped from the car, walked around it and opened the opposite door.

  Janice turned on the seat, dangling her legs outside the car. No longer concerned about her nylons. Susan dropped to her knees and began to kiss and lick at the girl’s sweet thighs, whimpering with passion. She licked with the tip of her tongue, tasting her sugary flesh, licking along the inner softness, her mouth going close to her bikinied pussy.

  “Ooooooo, that feels good,” Janice whimpered. “No one has ever kissed me this way before.”

  As her tongue licked at the girl’s sweet flesh, Susan realized she had never kissed a girl this way before, either. But she wanted to — wanted to very much. She slid her hands up Janice’s thighs, then underneath to clutch at the tight sweetness of her saucy little ass. She cupped both of Janice’s ass cheeks in her palms, squeezing tight, and shoved her mouth directly against the moist crotch of her tight panties. Susan opened her lips and sucked, tasting the juices from Janice’s cunt.

  Janice squealed in delight and pressed her cunt hard against Susan’s mouth, wiggling about. She grabbed at the back of the woman’s head, drawing her even tighter against her pussy.

  “Oh, God!
” Susan murmured as her tongue licked up and down the crotch of Janice’s panties. “Oh, God! Ooooo, so lovely, so sweet!”

  Janice grabbed at her panties, drawing the crotch to one side. Susan, her eyes only inches away, gazed with delight up on the sweetness of the girl’s cunt — her scant hair, the puffiness of her pussy lips, the tip of her glistening clit.

  Then, with a low moan, Susan pressed her mouth to Janice’s cunt, kissing her pussy furiously. Her lips opened, and she sucked in on that cunt, her tongue lapping up and down. She lifted the girl by her ass, and the little blonde wrapped her long legs about her head, her thighs hot against the woman’s cheeks.

  Susan thrust her tongue into the hot tightness of Janice’s succulent cunt, stabbing it back and forth, fucking her pussy. Her upper lip pressed at Janice’s hard clit, her lower lip was very close to the girl’s tight little asshole, and her tongue was going as deep as she could force it.

  “Mmnnn — so good!” Janice squealed as she twisted her cunt onto the mouth of this woman. “Golly, I love it! Fuck your tongue way up inside my cunt.”

  Susan’s tongue darted in and out of Janice’s pussy, the taste of her sweet cunt thrilling her. Her own pussy was boiling — her cuntlips tingling, and her slit so swollen, it was almost painful. She rocked her ass from side to side, and finally had to release one of Janice’s small asscheeks to slip a hand underneath her dress and a finger far into her own burning cunt. As her tongue fucked at the girl’s tight cunt, she fingerfucked her own pussy, moaning and groaning with the intensity of her pleasure.

  Janice rocked and bounced her cunt into Susan’s mouth, grinding her little pussy in frenzy. With one hand, she held the back of Susan’s head and, with the other, kept her panties stretched far to one side.

  “Ohhh, golly!” Janice wailed, her pigtails flying as her head twisted about. “Oooooh, golly, golly! Suck my pussy! I think I’m gonna come… soon!”

  “Mmmm!” Susan moaned with her mouth tight against the girl’s cunt. Her lips were wide open, closing about the whole of Janice’s succulent cunt, her tongue stabbing hungrily in and out of her pussy. She could feel the little girl’s cunt drawing at her tongue — feel the tightness of her pussy walls, the contractions of her cunt muscles. The cunt juices filling her mouth were like nectar, and she swallowed often.

  Susan’s fingers dug hard into Janice’s tight asscheek, the finger of her other hand probing the convulsing depths of her own hairy pussy. She could tell that Janice was very close to coming, and her tongue flew even more wildly in and out of her pussy. She felt as if she would come when Janice did, and she rubbed her fingers roughly against her puffy cuntlips, her clit about to explode.

  Janice grunted, slamming her cunt hard onto Susan’s sucking mouth, writhing about in furious delight. “Oooo, I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna come!”

  Susan felt Janice’s tight pussy clamp upon her tongue — then the convulsions began. It seemed to Susan that this young, tender girl’s pussy was squeezing her tongue like a small, wet fist. Then her pussy exploded. She gave a muffled wail of ecstasy as her tongue was clinched by Janice’s pussy and she was overtaken by her own violent orgasm.

  Janice twirled her crotch hard against Susan’s mouth, squealing loudly with pleasure. Then she slumped to the seat of the car, breathing very hard, gasping for air. Her sweet little tits strained; her pink nipples still erect. Susan pulled her slippery mouth away, and looked at the cunt she had just sucked off. Her cheeks were wet with pussy juices, her chin smeared. She ran her tongue over her bruised lips, then smiled.

  “I’m surprised at myself,” she said. “I’ve never done anything like this before in my life.”

  “I haven’t, either,” Janice replied, lifting her head to look at Susan. “But I liked it! Oh, golly, I loved having my pussy sucked!”

  Susan stood up, smoothing her skirt. She looked around at the pasture, wondering what in the world had come over her. She had picked up men before and fucked them eagerly — but never a girl.

  Janice seemed in no hurry to pull her jeans on. She got out of the car and stood in the sun, feeling glorious. Susan looked at her, taking in the beauty of this sweet girl as she stood there in her panties, her tits exposed to the sun. Again, Susan thought of Stevie, her son. The image of him fucking this lovely little girl made her tingle with excitement.

  Susan sat on the seat of the car, her feet on the ground. Janice came to her, and she pulled the girl between her knees and held her tight ass in her hands, looking at her sweet face. When Janice leaned down and kissed her lips, she returned it.

  “I don’t even know your name,” she murmured. “I’m Susan Morris.”

  Janice looked at her dark eyes for a moment, then said shyly: “I’m Janice Henderson. I wish you were my mother.”

  It was a strange thing to say, and Susan asked her about it.

  “I don’t have a mother,” Janice said. “I live with my father. I don’t even remember my mother.”

  Susan felt pity for the girl, but she also felt something else. She wanted to mother the girl, but she wanted more than that; she wanted her sexually, too. She pulled Janice to her.

  “I wish I was your mother, too, darling,” she whispered, nuzzling the girl’s small tits.

  “We could play with each other’s cunt all the time, then,” Janice said with a giggle.

  Susan pulled away and looked into those smoldering blue eyes. “I have a son your age. Would you like to meet him?”

  “When? Could I meet him now! Oh, I’d love to know your son!”

  “When do you have to be home?” Susan asked.

  “When I feel like it,” Janice said, and Susan caught the note of sadness. “My father never cares when I come home.”

  Making up her mind suddenly, Susan said: “I think Stevie is home now.”

  “Let’s go!” Janice said, scrambling into her tight jeans. “I think I’ll like him. I know he’d like me!”

  “Oh?” Susan raised an eyebrow. “Why do you think so?”

  A blush crept over Janice’s face. “You know.”

  Susan laughed, a low, throaty sound. “Yes, I think I know just what you mean. But I’m not sure my son has ever had a girlfriend before. I’ve never seen him with a girl, anyway.”

  “Could I be his girlfriend?”

  “That’s up to you and him, baby,” Susan said as she steered the car back onto the road. “But you know, I have a hunch you won’t have any problem.”

  Susan put her hand on Janice’s thigh, close to her pussy. Janice giggled again — that naughty sound that was so becoming. Then she surprised Susan. She slipped a small, hot hand underneath her skirt and felt the creamy flesh above her nylons.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Susan had been divorced for over five years and had been trying to raise her son, Stevie, as best she could. They used to talk a great deal, and he had always brought his problems to her. But the past year or so he had become withdrawn, seldom talking to her. Susan did not understand this since they had been so close before. Then she discovered that her son was jacking off.

  She realized that he was of the age when boys became interested in girls, but were too shy to approach them. He was deeply interested in sex — of that she had no doubt. She had found his magazines of naked girls, and instead of being upset about them, she found it was pleasurable to know Stevie was jacking off. She found herself looking at him in a sexual way, wondering about his cock and balls. Oddly enough, she felt no shame or guilt about this.

  When she had been his age, she, too, had played a great deal with her cunt, fingerfucking and dreaming of boys and men. At a very early age, she had fucked every boy that showed an interest in her. She became aggressive towards those who were too shy to make a pass. Then, as she grew into her late teens and became more beautiful than ever, she found men. They were a delight to her, and when she married her husband, he had been awed and amazed at her intense sexual interest. But he had become jealous and possessive, and that had eventually brought
about the divorce. Susan had not been unfaithful to him, but he wouldn’t believe it.

  Since the divorce, Susan had found many partners to fuck with, yet there always seemed to be something lacking in each. It was only within the past year that she had begun to understand why. She had not been interested in relationships with men — only with their cocks. She found that without love for the men, her sex was not as pleasurable. She enjoyed fucking, of course, but without the element of love, the fucking was no good.

  Although she had not been startled to discover that Stevie was jacking off, she had been shocked to find her love for him a bit more than motherly. She had begun to daydream of Stevie fucking some young, pretty girl as she fingerfucked herself. She never dreamed of him fucking her — only that she was nearby, watching him thrust his cock in and out of some tight young cunt. With such an image in her mind, she would experience explosive orgasms that almost doubled her up when she came. She began to see him, in her mind, jacking off furiously, his jism spurting powerfully from his piss hole. A few times, she even attempted to peek at him, but so far had been unsuccessful.

  Now, driving home with this sweet little girl pressed against her, she wasn’t sure what she had in mind, except that she wanted to see them fuck. How that would come about, she had no idea, yet she felt it would happen. At least they would fuck, she was sure. Whether she would be able to watch them fucking was something else. She knew Janice would not mind, but how Stevie would react was something else.

  Stevie was in the yard when she pulled up next to the garage. He looked at his mother, then at the blonde girl next to her. He leaned into the car before they could get out, looking at Janice.

  “Stevie, this is Janice,” Susan said. “She wanted to meet you.”

  Janice looked at the boy shyly, a faint flush on her pretty face. “Hello, Stevie,” she said softly.

  “Hi,” he replied, then moved aside as his mother got out of the car.