Kathy Andrews Collection
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Pamie as usual, wore her skimpy bikini, with the cheeks of her amazingly desirable little ass revealed. Karen thought it strange that neither Susan nor Stan cared. In fact, Karen noticed that Stan watched his daughter a great deal, as Susan watched her son. There was something odd here, Karen thought, but it was fleeting, and she didn’t let it bother her.
After dinner, Karen was talked into remaining for a while longer, and since she was enjoying their company, she did so.
“I’ll help out with the dishes,” Karen said. “No need,” Susan replied as she cleared things away. “Most of it is paper plates anyway, and there are only a few things that need washed.”
“I want to help,” Karen insisted.
She and Susan carried cups and silverware into the motor home. Karen looked about the spacious interior with envy. “I’d love to have one of these some day,” she said.
“We’ve had it about two years,” Susan replied. “But with the price of gas today, we may not use it much longer.”
“I know what you mean.”
Karen stood at the sink washing cups. Someplace behind her Susan was getting things in order. She sensed Susan behind her and turned to look over her shoulder. Susan was about five feet away, gazing at Karen’s back.
The expression in Susan’s eyes was disturbing to Karen, and she quickly turned to face the sink again. Her body shivered as she tried to hold herself rigid.
Susan had been gazing at Karen’s ass.
Again Karen sensed Susan, then before she could turn and look, Susan had stepped up close to her back and wrapped her arms about Karen’s body, her hands closing upon Karen’s arching tits. Karen gasped, her body stiff.
“Beautiful,” Susan murmured softly at her neck. “You’re so beautiful, Karen.”
Karen felt the moist heat of Susan’s lips against her neck, and she trembled again.
“Be quiet,” Susan whispered softly as she nuzzled at Karen’s ear. “Don’t move. Just let me feel your lovely tits. They’re so soft, yet firm. I’ve wanted to feel them since I first saw you.”
Karen could hardly believe what she was hearing, what was happening here. She had felt this odd tension from the very beginning while with the Holmes. She thought she knew why since this morning, but apparently she had not. The whole family radiated a sexuality that was frightening, yet intensely exciting.
She felt Susan squeezing her tits, and to her surprise, realized her nipples had swelled and were tingling in a delicious way. She felt Susan press against her ass, grinding slowly but firmly against it. The moist, hot lips kissed about the smooth neck and shoulder, and Karen trembled with a growing desire.
“So sweet, so lovely,” Susan murmuring hotly against her neck, her hands holding Karen’s tits. “Such shapely tits, so firm, and you have wonderfully hard nipples, darling.”
“Oh please,” Karen whimpered. Her knees were wobbly and she felt as though her legs would not support her… She was leaning back now, excited beyond her confusion and fear. “You mustn’t… don’t do that, please!”
“I’ve got to feel them,” Susan murmured, then moved her hands about Karen’s body, caressing and fondling. “You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen, Karen. So curvy, so round, so warm.”
Karen felt Susan’s hands gliding over her hips, then along her thighs. She shivered as the two hands moved over her stomach, then downward to press into her pussy. And all the time those hands were feeling her up, Susan’s hot, wet lips were kissing, her tongue licking the creamy flesh of her neck.
“You should not have worn a bra, darling,” Susan whispered. “Why don’t you remove it?”
“Oh God!” Karen whimpered again, her pulses racing wildly. “Please, Susan, don’t…”
“You like it, darling,” Susan replied in a hot voice. “You love, my hands on your beautiful body, don’t you? You don’t really want me to atop, do you?”
Karen felt the hands moving her skirt, pulling at it, bringing it up. Then the hands were on her naked thighs, sliding up and down. Karen’s pussy was throbbing deliciously, and she was unable to stop herself from pressing her ass back against Susan’s crotch. She could feel Susan’s sharp tits against her back, and they burned through her blouse.
She felt Susan’s hands playing about her panties, then they moved between their bodies and were cupping and squeezing Karen’s ass. One hand slipped around in front of her and began to rub lightly up and down the front of her panties. Karen’s cunt was bubbling hotly now, and she moaned softly.
“I’ve got to feel your pussy,” Susan whispered hotly. “I’ve just got to get my hand on your cunt!”
Karen felt Susan’s hand slip inside her panties, her fingers moving through the thick, curly hair, then a fingertip located her swollen, throbbing clit. Susan began to rub at it, pinching lightly, making Karen groan with an intense desire.
Working her finger down, Susan moved it along the hairy, puffy lips of Karen’s cunt.
Then she pressed the heel of her hand against Karen’s clit as her middle finger slipped into the tight heat of her twat.
“Ooohhh, darling!” Susan moaned. “You’re so wet! Your pussy is so wet! Wonderful, Karen! You’re excited, aren’t you? You like what I’m doing, don’t you?”
Karen couldn’t answer. Her excitement built with too much intensity. She was weak and trembling, her eyes closed. If she had not been leaning back against Susan, she would have slumped to the floor.
Susan worked her middle finger in and out of Karen’s clinging cunt, fingerfucking her slowly but firmly, the heel of her hand moving, agitating that rigid, excitable clit. Karen wiggled her ass against Susan’s body, whimpering softly, knowing she could not stop Susan.
She realized that Susan was no longer standing behind her, but was on her knees now. She felt her skirt lifted in back, and once more those warm hands were on the cheeks of her ass.
“Oh, Karen!” Susan murmured. “You have such a beautiful ass!”
Karen felt Susan’s lips kissing the backs of her thighs, then the hot, wet tongue was licking them, working up and down. Karen had to lean against the sink to maintain her balance, and it caused her ass to jut backwards. She felt her panties being shoved into the crack of her ass, and the tongue and kissing lips began to move about the creamy flesh of each cheek.
“I love it, baby,” Susan was whispering, her breath hot against Karen’s naked ass. “I love your ass! God, it’s so smooth and round!”
Susan began kissing Karen’s ass with vigor now, making soft sounds of pleasure and desire. Her tongue licked about the smooth flesh, curled about the creases where her ass joined her thighs, even probed against the crack a few times. Karen’s mind soared with ecstasy, and she was breathing harshly, her eyes still closed, fists bunched tightly.
Susan licked every inch of Karen’s ass, leaving it damp and shivery. She ran her tongue up and down Karen’s thighs, tasting the sweetness of them. When Susan began to urge Karen to turn around, Karen did so without protest. She turned to face the kneeling woman, her elbows on the counter and her hips arched forward. Susan shoved her skirt to her waist, and gazed into Karen’s crotch with gleaming, hot eyes.
“God, you’re beautiful!” Susan murmured time and again as she ran her hands about Karen’s thighs and hips.
Karen watched as Susan pressed her face into her crotch, caressing her face against the lacy panties. Susan gripped Karen’s hips as her lips began kissing at the panty crotch. Susan’s eyes sparkled up at Karen’s face, eyes that were flooded with passion. Karen spread her feet on the floor, making it easier for Susan to get her face between her thighs. Her panties were soaked at the crotch, but Susan didn’t seem to mind this at all.
Susan pressed her mouth into the crotch of Karen’s panties, kissing hard and hot. Then she ran her tongue out and began to lick at the moist panties, her tongue touching lightly at the insides of Karen’s thighs.
“Oooooo,” Karen whimpered, wiggling her hips. “Oh, Susan! Susan!”
Susan pulled the crotch of Karen’s panties to one side, and sat on her heels gazing at the hairy snatch. She ran her fingers through the silky hair, her tongue licking at her lips hungrily. She pulled Karen’s pussy lips apart and exposed the throbbing clit, the tip glistening with moisture.
“I knew it,” Susan murmured. “I just knew your cunt would be this beautiful, Karen.”
Leaning forward, Susan pressed her lips against Karen’s clit, kissing it hotly.
“Ooooooh,” Karen mewled, twisting her hips, pressing her pussy into Susan’s mouth.
“Mmmmnmm!” Susan replied as her tongue scraped over the sensitive clit. She took the explosive clit between her lips and sucked it, licking at the same time.
Karen trembled and pressed her cunt hard into Susan’s face, grinding it there. She could hardly see the woman who was licking and kissing her cunt — her eyes had become unfocused with steaming desire.
Susan’s tongue licked about the puffy, hairy lips of Karen’s cunt, then probed between them. As her tongue thrust into Karen’s pussy, Susan’s nose pressed the tiny clit, the pressure sending Karen into convulsions of ecstasy.
Susan thrust her tongue back and forth, fucking into Karen’s cunt furiously. Then she slowed down and began to lick and suck lightly, only to return to that vigorous tonguefucking again. Her hands moved around Karen’s hips to her ass, clutching the cheeks tightly. Karen found she was almost straddling Susan’s face now, and her own hands were at the back of Susan’s head, holding her face tightly into her pussy. Moist, liquid sounds came from Susan’s mouth, and her eyes were as unfocused as Karen’s.
Susan’s tongue was wild as it stabbed into Karen’s cunt, fucking her in a frenzy as her hands clawed at the creamy swells of Karen’s ass. She seemed unable to make up her mind what she wanted to do most, suck and nibble at Karen’s clit, or fuck her tongue up that hot, tight, wet twat. She alternated, going from one to the other, and succeeded in sending Karen into wiggling, squirming ecstasy.
“Oooohhh,” Karen whimpered, grinding her pussy hard into Susan’s face now. “Lick me! Lick me! Oohhh, use your tongue there… up my cunt! Oh God, suck me! Suck me hard! Your tongue… inside! Tonguefuck me… fuck my cunt with your tongue!”
Susan’s tongue flew rapidly back and forth, tasting the sweetness of Karen’s twat. She licked and stabbed, her face pressed tightly into the hairy snatch. She gripped Karen’s ass in both hands, her fingers between the cheeks, squeezing hard.
Karen groaned as her pussy bubbled into a fantastic orgasm. Her cunt convulsed powerfully, flexing about the deeply buried tongue. She held Susan’s face hard into her crotch as she pound against her mouth, coming time and again. And no sooner had she finished, than Karen went into another body-shuddering come. She was whimpering and shuddering and almost falling, but somehow managed to stay on her feet, her thighs closed about Susan’s head, straddling her there on the floor of the motor home.
Finally Susan let her go, and Karen slumped to the floor, exhausted, leaning against the sink cabinet. Her legs were sprawled wide, skirt still at her waist, cunt exposed and throbbing.
Susan wiped her mouth, sitting down, and looking at Karen, smiling happily. “That was delicious, darling,” she whispered, running her hand up and down one of Karen’s thighs. “I knew your cunt would be delicious. This won’t be the last time I suck that pussy, you know.”
Karen was too exhausted to ask what Susan meant.
A few moments later, she suddenly jumped to her feet, her eyes filled with fear again. “Suppose… what would… someone could have come in… saw us…”
Susan got to her feet, helping Karen up. “Don’t worry about it, baby,” she answered. “No one did, did they?”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Karen watched the odd family leave the next morning and felt a sense of loss as they drove away from the campgrounds. She looked at the paper in her hand, seeing the address they had given her, the telephone number. She crumpled it in her hand, and started to toss it away. But then she changed her mind and shoved it into the pocket of the jeans she had put on that morning.
She spent the day alone, thinking of what had happened to her these past few days. She had allowed herself to be caught up in a mess that could be extremely dangerous to her position, her profession. And it came about because of her intense desire for teenage boys. She laughed softly to herself as she corrected that. Her desire for teenage boys and girls, it seemed. Pamie had brought her out, made her discover the joys of eating sweet, young cunt. Then that tape, that damning tape those kids had made. With that still around, she could not get away from them.
Then there had been Stan, who fucked her in her never-before-fucked asshole, and made her love it. He was on the school board, and therefore just as dangerous to her as that tape his children had. But could he really do much to her? It was he who had fucked her, not she fucking him. It would be his word against hers, and most people would take her side, she thought.
And what about Susan? Karen would never under any circumstances consider such a beautiful, proper woman to go for cunt, but she certainly had. But one never knew, did one? she thought. No one knew of her own desires for teenagers, except those teenagers she had been with. No one would ever suspect she was that sort of person, would they?
Karen spent the day in loneliness. She was almost the last person at the campgrounds. There were two couples still there, but they were elderly and she had no interest in them. All the children were gone, she thought with sadness. There was no one to talk to, to be with.
Finally, she gathered up all her things and stored them in the motor home. It was getting dark when she drove from the campgrounds. It was about a two-hour drive to her home, and she drove with the radio on, playing softly. But she wasn’t listening to the music she was still thinking of that past few days. It was no surprise to her when she found her pussy throbbing again. It always throbbed, she thought.
With a naughty smile, she opened her jeans and shoved them to her knees, then decided to open her blouse, too. Her tits stood out nicely, nipples hard. She fondled her tits as she drove in the darkness, feeling good. Before long she had her hand between her thighs and was rubbing her pussy, a finger thrust deeply into it. When she came, she almost ran off the road.
She drove the rest of the way home with her tits free and her jeans at her knees, feeling wonderful. Parking in the drive, she glanced about and saw the other homes were dark, no one about. Giggling sensuously, she slipped her jeans off, then got out of the motor home. With her blouse hanging loose, she walked nakedly to her door, fishing the key from the pocket of her jeans that she carried. Inside her house, she removed her blouse and then sat on the couch, one small light burning.
The telephone rang.
“Hello,” she said, answering it.
“Karen?” said the familiar voice of Stan. “I thought you’d be home.”
“Hot did you get…”
“Your number?” He laughed. “It’s in the phone book, right?”
“What made you think I’d be home now?”
“Just a thought,” he said. “How’s your asshole?”
“How’s my…”
She heard him laugh. “Listen, Susan wanted me to call and ask you to dinner at our house tomorrow. You are free, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but…”
“We’ll expect you, then,” he said. “Why don’t you come over about six? We can have a drink and eat later.”
“Well, I…”
“Fine, see you.”
The phone went dead in her hand.
Karen replaced the receiver. She sat there, stunned, knowing she shouldn’t accept the invitation. Yet what would it look like if she should refuse an invitation from a member of the school board?
The next day,
Karen spent a great deal of time on her body. She showered for half an hour, then perfumed herself until she felt irresistible. She brushed her hair until it gleamed with tiny highlights. She spent two hours preparing herself for dinner. She pulled on a pair of lacy bikini panties, with a matching bra. She chose a skirt that hugged her body, slit up both sides almost to her hips. Her blouse was a see-through, but the lacy bra prevented her tits from being totally naked. For a moment she considered nylons, or pantyhose, then thought against it. Her legs were smooth and well tanned, and she didn’t need nylons to emphasize their slender beauty. At fivethirty, she started out the door, then turned back. She had forgotten the paper with the address on it. She searched about but couldn’t find it. Almost in panic, she located her jeans in the washroom and found the crumbled paper. Then she left.
It was, she found, only a short walk from her own home, and since the night was warm and beautiful, she walked instead of taking her car. She walked briskly, the slit skirt flapping about her thighs, her hair waving and bouncing.
She found the house without difficulty, and rang the bell.
“You found it, I see,” Stan said cheerfully as he opened the door to admit her. “Hey, you’re stunning, Karen! I believe you’re the most beautiful teacher our school district has.”
Karen flushed at his compliment.
“Come on into the family room,” Stan said, taking her arm. “Susan has a nice drink ready for you.”
Susan, Karen saw, was beautifully dressed in almost the same manner as she. Susan, however, wore a dress instead of skirt and blouse, with along silt up the front. When she walked, the skirt of her dress flapped apart, revealing her creamy thighs a few inches from her crotch.
“I don’t see Pamie and Devon,” Karen said, looking around.
“We sent them to their room.” Susan smiled as she kissed Karen’s cheek lightly. “Tonight belongs to us.”
Karen looked at Susan, wondering about that remark. She accepted the tall drink Susan handed her, and found it delicious. She sat on the end of the couch, making sure that her skirt did not open to reveal more than half of one thigh when she crossed her legs.