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.