Kathy Andrews - Teacher_s little helpers

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 cut-offs, 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.

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.