Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  Devon moved a hand around his sister and cupped one of those sweet, little tits as he stabbed his cock almost lazily into his sister’s twat. Karen slipped a finger into her own cunt and began to fingerfuck herself in a languid way, her eyes wide with pleasure. She thought there was nothing more beautiful than seeing this young brother fuck his younger sister. The way that sweet pussy gripped his prick, the way those moist lips clung to his cock, was the most beautiful sight in the world, Karen thought, rubbing her swollen clit.

  But just watching was not enough for her. Karen stood up, turned the coffee off, and slipped out of her robe. She moved to the youngsters, running her hands over their bodies as they fucked. Then she leaned down, and began to lick at Devon’s hips, working her tongue about one cheek of his ass. Then she licked at Pamie’s thigh, her hands going between their bodies to cradle Devon’s balls, then to rub lightly at Pamie’s glistening clit. Her lips kissed their thighs and as much ass as she could reach.

  She heard Devon grunt, and he pressed his cock hard into his sister’s pussy. Karen pushed her face down, pulling his balls into her mouth as he came. She felt his balls grow tight between her lips as he squirted into his sister’s spasming pussy. Karen suddenly pulled his prick free of Pamie’s clinging cunt and managed to get the wet head of it into her mouth just as the last gush came. She ran her tongue about his cockhead, then released it to run her tongue up and down Pamie’s dripping pussy.

  Standing up, she smiled down at the youngsters as they rolled onto their backs and looked up at her.

  “Good morning,” Pamie said with a bright smile.

  “Good morning, you two,” Karen replied. “Don’t you think it’s time to get up?”

  Pamie yawned and stretched: “I’d rather stay in bed and fuck all day.”

  “That’s a good idea,” Karen said, “but you two have been here all night. I’m afraid there’s going to be some difficult questions from your parents.”

  Devon and Pamie crawled out of bed. Karen told them to dress, and as they did she pulled on a pair of shorts and thin blouse, first making sure she wore a bra. No sooner were they dressed and presentable than there was a knock on the door of the motor home.

  Immediately Karen’s heart began to flutter with fear, but Pamie and Devon showed no concern at all.

  Karen opened the door to face Stan.

  “Are there a couple of loose kids in here?” he asked.

  Karen searched his face for anger, but all she saw was that same friendly smile. “It seems they fell asleep,” she lied, “and I didn’t have the heart to wake them up. I hope you don’t mind. I took very good care of them.”

  Stan’s eyes were on a level with Karen’s cunt, and she realized how tight her shorts were. In fact, they were so tight they outlined the lips of her cunt and the mound of dark hair. She blushed and moved away.

  “I’m sure you did,” Stan said with a smile that could be interpreted as knowing very well what she had done with them.

  “Hi, Daddy,” Pamie said in her cheerful way.

  “You two better hot-foot it home,” he said. “Your mother wants to take you into town with her.”

  “Aw, do we have to?” Devon asked. “I’d rather stay here with Karen.”

  “I’m sure you would,” Stan said. “Just the same, you’re going with her. I’ve got a few things to talk about with Karen, and I don’t want little ears around to listen. Now, scoot, both of you.”

  Karen watched Stan swat his daughter on her little ass playfully as they raced off. With a sinking feeling, she invited Stan into her motor home.

  “Coffee?” she asked.

  “Fine,” Stan replied, sitting at the small table across from Karen.

  She poured coffee, feeling his eyes on her. They weren’t just on her, but gazing in a fixed manner at the way her ass swelled out, her naked thighs, and her thrusting tits.

  She sat across from him. Nervously, she avoided direct contact with his eyes, and drummed her fingers on the table, waiting, afraid to hear what he was going to say.

  “You’re getting along great with Pamie and Devon,” Stan said. “That’s nice.”

  “I… I like children,” she replied.

  “So I’ve noticed.” Stan sipped at his coffee. “That’s a prerequisite to being a good teacher.”

  She waited, but all he did was sit there, drinking his coffee, and looking at her. Or rather, he was looking at the way her tits arched up and out, pressing against the thin material of her blouse. She felt nervous, and lighted a cigarette. She tried to keep her fingers from shaking, but was unable to do so.

  “Why are you nervous, Karen?” he asked, amused.

  “Well…” she stammered. “After all, Pamie and Devon stayed here last night. I’m afraid you might draw the wrong conclusions and I don’t want…”

  He laughed. “Well, don’t be so nervous. There isn’t anything wrong with that, is there? I mean, them staying here?”

  “Oh, no,” she said quickly. “They’re angtes.”

  “Then you don’t have to be so nervous, do you?”

  They fell silent, and Karen’s mind whirled, fear racing through her body. Then, without speaking, Stan leaned across the small table and kissed her.

  Karen jerked back, her eyes big. “Please, don’t!”

  He laughed easily, and rose to his feet. He took her hand and pulled her up, bringing her close to him. She trembled as his arms went about her, holding her tight. Again he kissed her, and Karen tried to pull away. But he held her tightly, and then she gasped when his tongue slipped into her mouth. As he stabbed his tongue into her wet mouth, she felt his hands cupping her ass, digging into the firm flesh. She could also feel his cock pressing at her lower stomach, and he had a hard-on.

  When he, released her, she tried to draw away, but he held her ass firmly, slowly grinding his cock against her.

  “Stan, you can’t do this, please,” she whimpered. “Susan… she’ll…”

  “I can do this if I want,” he said. “Karen, you are so beautiful, and you radiate sex. Didn’t you know that? Sex oozes from every pore of your body, and my cock gets hard just looking at you.”

  “But… but Susan…”

  “Don’t worry about Susan,” he said, nuzziing at her neck as he felt her tight ass. “I knew you were a hot ass as soon as I saw you. I have this instinct — I can tell a girl with a hot pussy every time. You love to fuck, Karen, love to fuck all the time.”

  “Ohhh,” she moaned, her cunt throbbing against his thigh now. “I don’t want… please, leave me alone!”

  “You don’t mean that,” he said, unzipping her shorts and shoving them down. “You want this as much as I do, Karen. I know that, and you know it.”

  She felt her shorts fall to her feet, then she felt his naked cock brush her cunt, and she shivered. Her arms lifted and went about his neck, passion flooding her, shoving away all other thoughts.

  As he felt her naked ass, his cock leaving a hot, moist trail along her cunt, Karen kissed him eagerly. She pressed her crotch hard against him, thrilled to have his hard prick against her. Her tongue shot into his mouth and he sucked at it.

  Before she knew what he was doing, she was on her bed again, only with her legs drawn up beneath her, her naked ass waving tantalizingly in the air, her head down on the mattress. He was behind her, caressing the creamy cheeks of her ass, rubbing the backs of her thighs.

  “You have a beautiful ass, Karen,” he murmured in a thick voice. “You have one of the most beautiful asses I’ve ever seen. I’m an ass man, you know. There isn’t anything better to me than a nice, round, smooth tight ass!”

  “Fuck me, Stan!” she whimpered, waving her naked ass in the air, no longer concerned about anything except feeling his cock inside her pussy. “Please, fuck me!”

  “I intend to fuck you, Karen,” he said, squeezing the cheeks of her ass. “I intended to fuck you from the first time I saw you.”

  “Ohhhh, hurry!” Karen moaned, squirming her naked
ass back against his throbbing hard cock. “I want your cock in me! I want your cock fucking me!”

  She felt his hands leave her ass and slide up her back, shoving her blouse high. He opened her bra and it fell away from her dangling tits. He reached around her and fondled them. “I like big tits, too,” he said, digging his fingers into her shapely tits, thumbing her rigid, sensitive nipples. “I love big tits and a nice, smooth, tight ass.”

  His words meant nothing to her at first, but they soon came home to her when she felt the huge head of his cock pressing not at her pussy, but at the tightness of her asshole.

  “Oh no!” she wailed when she finally understood what he meant. “Not there! Please, not in my asshole! God, your cock is too big for me! Don’t, Stan… don’t stick it up my asshole!”

  “I like ass,” he said, pressing his cock against the tightness of her asshole. “I love to fuck an asshole. An asshole is so much tighter than a cunt, isn’t it?”

  “Please, Stan!” she begged. “I have a tight pussy! Fuck my pussy, please! You’ll see my cunt is tighter than my asshole! Please, don’t fuck me in my ass!”

  “You really have no choice, Karen,” he said from behind her.

  Karen felt his cock pressing harder against her asshole, and she steeled herself for the searing pain she knew would come. Hot tears filled her eyes and her hands clawed at the sheets. She tried to close her asshole against his entrance, but it did her no good. Stan knew just how to overcome such resistance.

  He pulled his cock away, and then she felt his finger pressing at her asshole. She felt her asshole give, and then his finger was inside her.

  “Oooo,” she whimpered as he began to move it in and out of her ass. “That hurts! Please, take it out! Don’t do that to me! Fuck my cunt… please, fuck me in my pussy! I’m hot, Stan! You were right about me… I’m a hot woman, but I want it in my cunt!”

  She felt his finger pull from her asshole, and she sighed with relief. But it was a short-lived relief. She again felt the head of his cock against her asshole, and this time he pushed harder, gripping her hips to prevent her from pulling away.

  Then his cock entered her asshole, and Karen gave a muffled scream. She thrust her knuckles into her mouth to stiffle the sound, not wanting anyone to hear. “Oh… oh,” she groaned as the searing pain filled her asshole. “Oh God! It hurts… take it out! Please, take it out, Stan! No more… please, no more!”

  But he ignored her pleas. Gripping her ass with both hands, he worked his cock farther and farther up her tight asshole. Karen held her breath against the burning pain as his prick entered her, and then it was all the way up her ass. She could feel his hairy balls pressed against the lips of her cunt. Stan held his prick inside her for a while, then just as Karen was becoming accustomed to it, he began to pull it out slowly.

  And Karen felt the sudden transformation. Instantly the pain was gone, and in its place was nothing but one of the most ecstatic sensations she had ever felt. Her asshole was no longer on fire with pain, but was now on fire with one of the strongest desires she had ever known.

  “Oooooo,” she mewled, wiggling her naked ass back against him. “You’re… it’s good, Stan! God, I had no idea how Goddamn good this could be! Ahhhhh, yes!”

  “I knew you’d love it,” he said, waning his hands about her ass, up and don her thighs. “I knew you’d love being fucked in this beautiful ass of yours, Karen. I told you, I can always tell when a girl has a hot ass.”

  “Do it, Stan!” she murmured, waving her naked ass at him. “Fuck me in my asshole!”

  Karen’s asshole was so tight around his throbbing prick, she could feel it beat, feel each groove of it. The feeling was totally unlike any she had experienced before, but it was just as good, if not better, than all other thrills. She began to work her ass back and forth on his cock, and she knew Stan was standing still behind her, watching her lewd motions, and she didn’t care. She enjoyed having him watch her erotic movements, have him watching hey fuck him with her tight asshole.

  “Oh God, oh God!” Karen whimpered as she relied and thrashed her ass back against him, his cock entering her ass deeply, his balls at her dripping pussy. “It’s good, so fucking good! Ooooo, fuck me, Stan! Fuck my ass! Drive your big, hard cock up my hot, fucking asshole!”

  Stan dug his hands into her hips and began to plunge his cock in and out of her dinging asshole, fucking her in a frenzy as she began to thrash about, whimpering and calling out for him to fuck her hard and fast.

  She felt his prick jerking inside her asshole, and she pushed a hand between her thighs to grasp his swinging balls. She pressed them against her twat, trying to stuff them into her pussy as she felt him start to come. The thick, warm jism spurting from his cock filled her asshole, splashing around there, and Karen shuddered into an almost violent orgasm as he flooded her asshole.

  When it ended, she slumped to the bed, too exhausted to move, breathing hard. Stan stood there looking down at her smooth, swelling, quivering ass. Then he leaned over and kissed first one cheek, then the other.

  Karen stirred and turned over, looking up at him. “I’ve never been fucked in my ass before,” she said. “But I sure enjoyed it. I think I like it, to be honest about it.”

  “Is it as good as sucking a cock off, Karen?” he asked, sitting beside her and caressing her tits.

  For a moment she didn’t reply, then she said, “How do you know I like to suck a cock off? How do you know so much about me, anyway?”

  “I told you,” he said. “I have this instinct about girls.”

  She looked at him, not knowing what to say. He had pegged her, that was for sure. Now that he knew about her, what was she to do? He was, in effect, her boss.

  Stan, with one hand cupped around one of her tits, said, “I think you’re going to fit right in, Karen.”

  “Fit right in?” she asked. “What do you mean?”

  “We’ll go into that later,” he said. “It’s enough to know you’re such a hot piece right now. Of course, this is between us. I wouldn’t mention it to anyone, if I were you.”

  “How could I possibly say anything?” she said, almost bitterly. “You’re married, on the school board, and I’m just a teacher. That would be like hanging myself, wouldn’t it?”

  “There isn’t as much danger as you think,” he said, getting to his feet. “It’s just best that no one ever learns about this, that’s all.”

  She watched him light a cigarette. “You really do like kids, don’t you, Karen?”

  “I told you I did.”

  “They can be a real joy. I know,” he said. “Some of them, I should say. But most of them I won’t have anything to do with at all. You have to be able to tell which ones are the right ones, if you know what I mean.”

  The cryptic conversation was giving Karen a nervous reaction again. But Stan didn’t seem to know anything concerning his own children and her. Maybe he was referring to something else, anyway.

  “I guess I better get back,” he said, zipping up his cutoffs. “Susan and the kids will be back soon. We’re leaving in the morning. Vacation is over for me. I won’t see much of you at school, Karen, but that doesn’t mean you have to be a stranger.”

  “I don’t know where you live,” she said.

  “You will before we leave,” he turned to go, then stopped and looked back at her. “I guess I should tell you that Pamie and Devon give you high marks.”

  Then he was gone before she could ask what he meant by that statement.

  She sat up and decided to shower. After she finished, she pulled on a pair of tight shorts again and hooked a bra over her shapely tits. She pulled on her thin blouse, and looked out the window just as Susan drove up with the kids. She saw Stan kiss his wife. She also saw him run his hand over her ass, and Susan glanced toward Karen’s motor home. She saw the lovely woman laugh, and then the family disappeared to the other side of their large camper.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Again that evening Karen was
invited to have a final meal with the Holmes family. At first she thought of declining, but Pamie and Devon urged her. She gave a great deal of consideration to this mess she found herself in. Trapped in a web of her own making, she thought.

  Deciding she wasn’t going to wear anything revealing this time, she chose a full skirt and blouse. It was not what one would wear while camping, but Karen was not going to tempt Stan again with her body. Not that she had not enjoyed having his cock shoved up her asshole — she did. She loved it very much, and it was one more aspect to her intense sexual desires. Fully grown men had never turned her on, but Stan certainly had.

  She brushed her long hair out until it gleamed, then applied only a light lipstick. She was a very beautiful woman, and she knew it. Just before dark, she walked the short distance to the huge motor home, her skirt swirling about her long, slender thighs. There was already a campfire blazing, and she was handed a cold beer by Stan. She had been a bit nervous at first, expecting him to make snide comments to her, but he acted as if nothing had happened between them.

  Pamie and Devon raced about happily, laughing and wrestling. They did not want to leave the next morning, but didn’t show their disappointment. Stan was in his usual cutoffs, and as he lounged about in the lawn chair, Karen saw that the head of his cock was exposed from time to time. She sat in a lawn chair directly across from Susan, and the firelight played tricks on her, she thought.

  Susan was in a pair of shorts and halter. The halter clung to her tits like a second skin, with her nipples molded to perfection. Karen realized that Susan’s tits were as shapely as her own, upstanding, spaced wide. They rode high on her chest, beautifully shaped. Susan’s shorts were not all that tight, but the legs were wide and flaring, and Karen was certain her pussy hair was exposed. Curls of it looked like shadows at first, but Karen knew it wasn’t a shadow after a few more glances. And Susan sat in such a manner that her knees were apart most of the time.

  Conversation was light and friendly, and Stan never once made a reference to that morning, not even a double-meaning reference Karen began to relax a bit, enjoying herself.