Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  “Let’s fuck her,” Mike said, his voice thick as he stared at Shari’s naked body. “Let’s fuck her, David.”

  Again Shari shivered, goose bumps visible on her smooth flesh. She wanted to turn and run race home, get away from them. But at the same time, she didn’t want to leave. She wanted to stay here, watch them do what they were doing. She wondered what it would feel like to get fucked. There was a powerful tingling between her thighs, and her clit felt as if it would burst. She could feel the lips of her cunt twitching, too.

  “Aw, come on, you guys,” Sandra said, pouting. “You don’t need her.”

  Shari glanced at Sandra. Sandra’s lovely face showed jealousy.

  “We wanna fuck her,” Mike said, pulling at his cock hard. Shari wondered why his prick didn’t hurt. “We wanna fuck Shari, don’t we, David?”

  “Yeah,” David said and began moving toward Shari.

  Shari’s dark eyes continued to gaze at his cock, thinking how pretty his prick was. She stood there without fear as he came close. When he took her hand and placed it on his prick, Shari could hardly breathe. His cock felt so hard and hot against her palm. She knew his prick was supposed to go inside her pussy, but she couldn’t see how his cock would fit without an awful lot of pain.

  She felt David and Mike pressing her to the ground, and she didn’t resist. When they spread her legs, she lay there, waiting, almost breathless. She trembled again and again, anticipating one of those cocks sliding up her cunt.

  David dropped between her thighs, and Shari closed her eyes when she felt the swollen head of his cock pressing at her pussy. There was a short, sharp pain, but then the pain was gone. Shari’s eyes popped wide open and she made a small mewling sound of surprise. There was such a hot, delicious feeling in her body, starting at her cunt and flowing all the way to her head and toes.

  “Is it… is it in me?” she whispered, registering awe, hardly believing that David’s hard, long cock could actually be inside her cunt.

  “All the way!” David said, snorting as he sprawled on top of her. “And you’re gonna get fucked, Shari!”

  He began to fuck his cock in and out of her pussy, and with each plunge, Shari felt more and more pleasure. She was not aware of the gurgling murmurs she was making nor of her hips writhing and twisting beneath him. The only thing she was aware of was this sudden, totally unexpected, ecstasy.

  “She likes it, David!” Mike shouted from somewhere near her side. “She likes it!”

  Something was happening in her pussy, Shari could feel. The sensation of pleasure was growing and swelling, just like a balloon. Her cunt seemed to be burning but not with pain. Her mind was reeling wildly, her emotions soaring, as the ecstasy bubbled hotly between her thighs. Whatever was going on in her pussy was the greatest feeling Shari had ever experienced. She didn’t want the feeling to stop, not ever. She was gasping loudly now as David fucked his cock swiftly in and out of her cunt, and she thought she could feel his prick throbbing deep inside her pussy. But due to the pulsations of her own cunt, she wasn’t entirely sure of that.

  “I’m gonna come!” David shouted, straining his cock up her tight, wet pussy. “I’m gonna come!”

  Shari wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but she definitely felt his cock lurching now. His prick seemed to grow larger, filling her cunt, stretching her pussy. He wasn’t moving his cock in her now but was holding his prick very deep inside her cunt. Then she felt the splattering of something hot and wet inside her pussy.

  “Ohhhh,” Shari grunted, unable to hold her cry back.

  Something happened to her cunt. She felt her pussy suddenly contract, then there were a lot of spasms that seemed to make her whole body glow and shiver with the sweetest feeling of ecstasy she had ever felt. The feeling was such a strong, pleasurable sensation that Shari almost fainted. Her head twisted, and her body shook violently. She didn’t want this feeling to ever stop, wanted it to go on and on forever.

  She felt David pulling his cock from her gripping cunt, and she moaned softly with disappointment. She started to reach for him, to plead for him to leave his prick inside her, but he was out and away from her too fast. Shari lay there on the ground, her legs and arms sprawled, the hot sun beating down on her steaming body, but she didn’t care at all now what the boys did to her.

  “Fuck me!” she heard Sandra squeal. “Come on, Mike! Fuck me now!”

  Shari turned her head toward the voice, seeing her girlfriend holding her dress to her waist, her panties mysteriously missing. As Shari’s eyes focused, she saw that Sandra had hardly any hair on her cunt, and what hair there was happened to be so light in color that it was difficult to see. Shari had no idea where David was and didn’t even care. She found it exciting to be lying in the sun here in this grove, naked, with her playmates, found it exciting to see Mike on the ground with his pants around his knees, his cock standing up in the air.

  Shari looked at his prick and balls with burning interest as his sister grasped his cock and pumped up and down on his prick. She was surprised to see that Mike didn’t have any hair on his cock or balls. She felt he should have some.

  “You gotta fuck me now, Mike!” Sandra said, scrambling about until she was straddling her brother. “You gotta fuck me now!”

  From where she lay, Shari could see the way Sandra’s pussy opened about the smooth head of her brother’s cock, and she felt that burning sweetness between her thighs again as Sandra sunk down onto Mike’s cock.

  “Oooooo!” Sandra cooed as she settled upon her brother’s prick, wiggling her small ass in delight. “Ohhh, it sure feels good, Mike! Golly, I just love to fuck!”

  Shari watched Sandra’s tight little ass bounce up and down, her cunt lips stretched about her brother’s hard cock, making his prick go all the way into her. Shari’s pussy began to quiver again, just as hotly as her cunt had when David fucked her. It was very exciting to watch Sandra bounce and wiggle her naked ass on Mike’s throbbing cock.

  “My pussy is hot!” Sandra squealed childishly. “My cunt is so hot, Mike! I’m gonna fuck you real good! I’m gonna fuck your cock off!”

  Shari finally saw David. He was stretched out near one of the orange trees, his cock still dangling from his pants. He, like Shari, was watching his sister fuck Mike. Shari wanted to go to him, play with his cock and get his prick back inside her cunt, but she still felt weak. Besides that, she didn’t want them to know how much she had loved having his cock up her pussy.

  Sandra wiggled and twisted her little ass furiously atop her brother, giggling and crooning with pleasure. Her ponytails swung every which direction, and her face was screwed up with intense ecstasy. Shari knew just what the little girl was feeling; she had felt the same feeling a few minutes earlier. She wondered how long Sandra had been fucking her brothers. Surely she must have been fucking them for quite awhile. She didn’t show any sign of embarrassment that Shari could see.

  Her eyes were fixed upon the way Sandra’s cunt stretched about Mike’s cock. It looked good to her, very good. She could see the tip of Sandra’s clit glistening prettily. Shari felt an impulse to go to them, to play with Mike’s balls as Sandra rode up and down his cock. She licked at her lips, feeling how hot they were. All kinds of sweet, delicious sensations were flowing throughout her naked body. She didn’t really understand the feelings, but she wasn’t going to question them, either. She liked the feeling, liked the sensations very, very much.

  “Ooooo, Mike!” Sandra yelped happily, twisting her little ass down onto his cock swiftly now. “You’re gonna make me come! Ohhh, can you feel it, Mike? Are you gonna come in me, Mike? Oh… oh… Ohhhh!”

  Shari saw Sandra’s half-naked body shiver then begin to shake. It was strange, seeing this, but the sight was very exciting, too. Sandra wailed loudly as her body shuddered, and she ground her cunt down on her brother’s cock almost mindlessly. She made soft yipping sounds now, and she seemed to be gasping for air. Her eyes were wide open, but Shari knew Sandra wasn’t se
eing anything.

  “I’m gonna come, Sandra!” she heard Mike shout. “I’m gonna come!”

  “Okay! Okay!” Sandra yelled, her ass grinding very hard. “Okay, Mike!”

  Shari saw Mike arch his hips up, his fingers digging into his sister’s thighs. He groaned loudly, and Shari watched with huge, amazed eyes as his balls drew up tight. Then Mike seemed to relax, and Sandra pulled from his cock, standing up. Sandra giggled naughtily as she searched about for her discarded panties. She slipped them up her legs and snapped the elastic about her hips. Then she did something that further surprised Shari — Sandra patted her cunt through her clothing.

  Shari sat up slowly, looking around for her own clothing. David had shoved his cock back into his pants. Mike pulled his pants up. Shari sat on the ground, her torn dress in one hand and her panties in the other. Her knees were up, but apart, her cunt revealed.

  “You’re a good fuck,” David said to her. “Maybe I’ll fuck you again, Shari.”

  “Aw,” Sandra said, running her hand over the front of David’s pants. “You don’t need to fuck her, David. What do you need with Shari when you can fuck me?”

  “That’s why I wanted to fuck Shari,” David sneered at his sister. “I know I can fuck you anytime I want. But I don’t live with Shari. I can’t fuck her all the time the way Mike and I fuck you, Sandra.”

  “You’re just jealous,” Mike said to his sister. “You don’t wanna let us fuck anybody but you.”

  Shari managed to get her panties on, but when she put her dress on, she found that it was torn so badly she couldn’t cover herself.

  “My mother is gonna be pretty mad,” she said to them. “She won’t like it because you tore my dress.”

  “You better not tell on us, Shari,” David threatened, raising his fist. “You tell on us and you’re gonna get it!”

  “That’s right,” Mike agreed, supporting his brother.

  “You get us in trouble, Shari,” Sandra said, still showing her jealousy, “and I won’t ever play with you again.”

  Shari watched them disappear into the grove. She stood where she was for a long time, trying to think. She knew her mother would question her about her torn dress. She had twigs and leaves in her hair and her body had dirt on it. Maybe she could sneak in the house and take a bath before her mother saw her.

  She started home, winding her way through the scented orange trees. She could still feel that nice feeling between her thighs and even her nipples tingled hotly. Shari found herself giggling.

  CHAPTER TWO

  “What happened to your dress, Shari?”

  Shari had entered her house through the rear door, trying to sneak through the wash room and down the hall to her room without her mother seeing her.

  She turned and saw her mother in the doorway leading to the kitchen. “I… fell, Mom,” she lied.

  “Fell?” Joyce stared at her daughter. “And tore your dress just by falling? What were you doing, climbing trees again? And you have dirt and leaves all in your hair.”

  “I gotta take a bath,” Shari muttered and ran down the hall toward her room.

  Joyce watched her daughter, a frown on her face. She did not believe that story for a minute. A dress would not be torn in that manner by a fall.

  Joyce felt exasperated again. Ever since her husband had passed away, she had been struggling to raise her daughter and son as best she could, along with keeping the orange grove up. The task was almost too much for her, and she often thought of selling out and moving into the city. There would be enough money from the sale for them to live for years if she was careful. Joyce didn’t like living way out here, away from neighbors. When her husband was with her, she loved it. But now she had no one except Shari and Bobby.

  She wanted to enjoy herself, go out and meet people, preferably men. The word ‘men’ always startled Joyce. But she was honest with herself. She was intensely sexual and was constantly horny. There were no men out here for her to meet except for the transient laborers, and she wanted nothing to do with them. What men there were had wives and families, and she wanted nothing to do with that sort of situation.

  She turned back to the kitchen where she had been juicing oranges. There was something wrong, she felt, but if Shari didn’t come to her about it, she could not help her. She had never interfered with her children, always waiting for them to approach her. It was possible her daughter had torn her dress by falling, but somehow Shari did not act as if that was what had happened. For one thing, Joyce had seen that unusual glow in her daughter’s eyes.

  She finished with the oranges and washed her hands. Then she went to her daughter’s room and, with Shari still in the tub, she examined the torn dress. There was a long rip from the hem all the way to the waist, and the front of it had been torn all the way down, too. Carrying the dress, she went to the bathroom and entered without knocking.

  Shari, sitting in a tub full of bubbles, looked up at her mother. Joyce saw that the glow was still in Shari’s dark eyes. She sat on the toilet with the dress in her hands. She gazed at her daughter until Shari dropped her eyes, and her sudden flush was not missed by Joyce.

  “Okay, honey,” Joyce said in a quiet voice. “Tell me how this happened. And I don’t want any made-up story, you hear me?”

  “Mom, I told you. I fell,” Shari insisted.

  “And I said I didn’t want stories,” Joyce said firmly. “Look at me, young lady!”

  Shari lifted her eyes shyly. Joyce saw that warm glow in them, saw the excitement that her daughter still felt. She knew immediately what had happened. She had felt the same feeling too many times herself.

  “Stand up, Shari,” she demanded, dropping the torn dress to the floor. “Stand up and let me look at you.”

  Shari slowly stood in the tub, bubbles clinging to her naked body. She felt no embarrassment about being naked before her mother. There was no shame concerning seeing each other without clothing on. They didn’t allow Bobby to see them, of course, but they had seen each other many times.

  “Get out of the tub,” Joyce said, taking the towel. She dried her daughter’s body as Shari stood on the floor. Joyce felt Shari tremor beneath her hands. When she had all the soap bubbles off, she looked at Shari’s nakedness critically. Joyce was on her knees, facing Shari. She looked over the small, flawlessly shaped tits, down the flat stomach, and for a brief moment gazed at the curling dark hairs of her pussy. Then Joyce leaned a bit closer, reaching a fingertip forward.

  “You’re scratched, Shari,” she said.

  “Where?” Shari asked, looking down.

  “Open your legs.”

  Shari parted her thighs, and her mother probed at a scratch very close to her cunt, perhaps half an inch long. The cut was superficial, but the location was like a bright, exploding light.

  “How did this happen?” Joyce asked.

  “Mom, I told…”

  “That’s enough, Shari,” Joyce said sharply. “You tell me how this happened, and I want the truth, young lady.”

  “I-I can’t, Mom,” Shari stammered. “I can’t tell you.”

  Joyce looked into her daughter’s face. “All right, Shari. Did one of the men grab you?”

  Shari shook her head. “Oh, no! That wasn’t what…” Shari began to cry.

  Joyce stood up and drew her daughter against her body, hugging her tightly. “There, there,” she murmured. “You don’t have to cry, darling. You weren’t hurt, were you?”

  “Oh, no!” Shari sobbed, holding her mother’s waist tightly. Then she blubbered out the story. “And they said they would beat me up if I told on them,” she finished.

  Joyce held her daughter, feeling a weird excitement coursing through her. What her daughter had just told her sent bubbles of pleasure racing throughout her body. Although she was such a horny woman, she still felt strange that she could feel this way about what had happened to her daughter.

  “They raped you,” she said quietly.

  “No they didn’t,
Mom,” Shari insisted. “They didn’t rape me. They just made me take my clothes off and then David fucked me. That’s all.”

  “And Sandra fu… did it to Mike,” Joyce asked. “And you watched it, Shari?”

  “Y-yes,” Shari sobbed.

  Joyce felt a tingling heat between her thighs, and she thought she would come just picturing what her daughter told her. Her cunt swelled inside her panties and she became extremely wet. Her mind began to work, and she smiled as an idea formed in her mind. It would work, she knew, because she could threaten the kids with exposure.

  “They won’t harm you, darling,” she said, caressing her daughter’s naked back. “Don’t you worry about a thing. I’ll handle those kids.”

  “What are you gonna do, Mom?” Shari asked, feeling protected.

  “Get dressed and come with me,” Joyce said in a husky voice. She left her daughter in the bathroom and went outside to the small shed where they stored tools and various equipment.

  “Bobby,” she said to her son, who was sitting on a bench sharpening a saw, “let that go for the time being and come in the house. I have something I have to discuss with you and Shari.”

  Bobby put the saw down and followed his mother. He liked the way she moved her ass, and he watched her ass wiggle in her tight jeans. Bobby, a year younger than his sister, had been going out to the shed on the average of twice a day and jacking off while thinking about his mother. So far, his sister had not interested him that way but his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world, and when he discovered he could jack off and come like crazy, it was always her body he had in his mind.

  When he entered the living room, he found his mother there with his sister. Shari was wearing her robe and her long hair was wet. “You take a bath in the middle of the day, Shari?” he asked.

  “I don’t always wait until night,” Shari snapped at him, “like some people I know.”

  “That’s enough bickering,” Joyce said. “Bobby, sit down and listen to what I’ve got to say.”