Kathy Andrews: More than a mother

"Take your panties off!"

Shari stared at the boy, not believing what he had said. But he stood there, his hands on his hips belligerently, glaring at her. Next to him stood his brother, who looked just as aggressive. On the other side, standing a foot or so in back of the brothers was a girl, their sister.

"Why are you telling me to do that, David?" Shari asked. She had known the three for many years, had played with them. In fact, they had raced through this same grove of orange trees only the day before, laughing and chasing each other.

"Because we wanna see your cunt, that's why," the other boy, a year younger than David, said.

Shari looked at him. She was hoping to see compassion, perhaps help, on his young face. But all she saw was a burning interest in his eyes. She was starting to tremble as she faced them. Glancing at Sandra, Shari was surprised to see the blonde girl's blue eyes blazing strangely. All the time she had played with them, the many years that they had been friends, she would never have suspected them capable of doing anything like this.

She turned her eyes back to David, the taller of the three. She thought he was funny, trying to cultivate the few hairs on his upper lip to a manly moustache. David was usually more playful with her, but there was nothing playful in his eyes now.

She looked at his brother, Mike. Mike and Shari were the same age, almost to the day. They had entered their teens together. Yet Mike seemed to be the youngest of them all. There would certainly be no help coming from him. He was just as interested in getting her panties off as his older brother was.

Again she looked at Sandra. Sandra was a small girl, a sweet-looking little blonde with twin ponytails. She was the youngest, a year younger than Mike and Shari. The front of Sandra's dress strained over two burgeoning tits, and her hard little nipples poked against the garment. Shari's tits were somewhat bigger, shapely, saucy. Shari had been proud that she had to wear a bra now, and she knew that Sandra was jealous of this.

"Why are you saying that to me," Shari asked again, shivering suddenly.

"We wanna have a look at your pussy," Sandra said, bluntly. "And you better let us see it or…"

"We'll tear your clothes off," David finished for his sister. "You don't want us to do that, do you, Shari?"

Shari could not understand this strange sensation in her body. She felt hot, like some boiling liquid was gurgling in the pit of her stomach. Also, there was a throb between her thighs, and her knees felt weak.

"Show her your cock, David," Shari heard Sandra say. "Show her your cock and maybe she'll get excited and take her panties off."

"Sandra," Shari said, surprised. "Shame on you."

"Aw, you think you're such a goody-goody, don't you, Shari?" David said, sneering. "Sandra can say 'cock' all she wants. If you don't like it, you can shove it up your ass!"

"Make her show it to us, David!" Sandra said, her voice excited. "Make Shari show us her cunt!"

Shari saw David and Mike start toward her. "You better leave me alone!" she said, angry. "If you do anything to me, I'll scream!"

"Go ahead," Mike said. "We don't care."

Shari knew no one would hear her if she screamed. They were deep in the grove, and the nearest house was at least three hundred yards away. She backed from them, holding her hands up. Oddly enough, she didn't feel any fear of them. But she certainly didn't understand the unusual feeling between her thighs. She had never felt this feeling before, but it sure felt good.

Shari turned and started to dart away, but both Mike and David were too fast for her. They grabbed her and held her arms behind her back. Shari struggled, but they held her too tightly.

"Take her panties off, Sandra!" David yelled at his sister. "Come on, hurry up before she gets away!"

Shari wiggled and tried to prevent Sandra from getting her hands beneath her dress, but she felt Sandra's hands under it anyway. She yelled as her panties were pulled down, and as Sandra pulled them from her feet, Shari felt the coolness on her naked ass and cunt. She kicked out and struggled, but they held her tightly. Somehow her dress was torn, ripped from the hem all the way to her waist. Then there was another loud ripping sound, and the top of her dress was torn, her small bra exposed.

"Let's take all her clothes off!" Mike said, breathing hard as he held her arms. "Let's get her naked and look at her tits, too!"

Shari felt hot tears in her eyes, but they were not tears of shame, nor embarrassment. The thought slipped through her mind quickly that if they would turn her loose, she would take her own clothes off. However, Shari did not say this. There was something exciting about being stripped naked out here among the orange trees with her friends looking at her. Realizing that if she continued to struggle against them, her dress would be in total ruins, she stood still.

Her dress was removed, then her bra. Shari stood naked before them, their eyes burning into her body. Her long, slightly wavy hair was dark, framing an unusually pretty face with huge, brown eyes and a small, pouting mouth. There was not a blemish on her creamy, smooth flesh. Her tits rose up and out like two small bowls, firm and ever so perky on her chest. Her two nipples, hard now, poked a quarter-inch out from light brown circles. Below her belly button were the dark curls of her cunt hair. Shari's pussy hair was not yet very thick, but the strands were long and curly, and the pink, moist lips of her cunt were easily seen. Her thighs were long and graceful, full but slender. Her ass, the cheeks tight and small, arched out in a saucy way, very caressable in their young smoothness.

"Shari has more hair than you do, Sandra," David said, gazing at Shari's cunt.

Sandra pouted. "You like her better than me now, I suppose?"

Shari could not help but notice the fronts of Mike's and David's pants were sticking out. She had heard of boys getting hard like this. She and Sandra had talked about it a few times.

There was a warm flush on Shari's pretty face as she looked at the outlines of both those cocks. She wanted to jerk her gaze from them but found she couldn't. There was excitement rumbling all through her naked body. She stood there with her hands clasped behind her back, gazing at those hard cocks, wondering what it would be like to see the boys naked.

As if reading her mind, David opened his pants and pulled his cock out. Shari gasped when she saw his prick. The cockhead was round and very swollen, and she saw fluid on the piss hole. She was awed when he gripped his cock in his fist and began to pump back and forth. She felt her excitement double when Mike pulled his prick free and began to do the same thing to his cock that his brother was doing to his.

"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.