Teacher's little helpers

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 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.

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!"

"Hush, darling," Susan whispered with her mouth close to Karen's cunt. "Let me make you feel good. I want to kiss your pussy, baby. I want to kiss it and lick it and make you feel so very good."

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 tongue-fucking 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! Tongue-fuck 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?"