Kathy Andrews Collection, page 396
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Lori Holmes was very excited.
It had been a surprise when her sister had called her just the day before, asking if she could leave her son and daughter with her for a week. The notice had been short, but Lori was quick to agree.
This is a dream came true, Lori thought.
She had allowed the young boy and his sister to stay with her last summer, and those few days together still caused her cunt to twitch with pleasure even though they had not fucked then.
Lori was in her mid-twenties, unmarried, but had enjoyed the company of a man two years older than her. She had no desire for marriage but craved sex. She liked Marty well enough, but she wasn’t in love with him and no way would she marry the man. He was tall, good looking, and had a beautiful cock — a nice, thick, very long cock. That was all that was important to Lori, his cock… or any cock. Marty knew this and accepted it. Lori was a fantastic fuck, uninhibited, and more than willing to do anything to feed that burning desire within her tall, slender body.
Lori was a beautiful young woman. She attracted men more than the average woman. Yet she didn’t really enjoy that much of a variety. She was selective in her men, very selective. In the past ten years, she probably had not fucked more than ten men. But one thing she knew, those ten men had enjoyed the time of their lives while with her. All of them had gone away happy, well-satisfied, knowing they would search for a long time before finding another girl with such hungry sexual desire.
With her chestnut hair and blazing blue eyes, her thin, small nose and wide mouth with moist lips, with her slender neck and straining tits, tits that were almost, but not quite, pointed, she was a true classic beauty.
At the moment she had just come out of the bathroom, her gorgeous body wrapped in a huge, soft towel. Marty was still on the bed, smoking, almost exhausted from the wild, frenzied fucking she had just given him. He sprawled with his head on a pillow, looking at her.
Lori gave him a wicked wink as she stood before the mirror, shaking out her long hair with her fingers. The reflection of her was in his view, and he watched her shapely tits rise with her hands. The towel, short enough to begin with, lifted just past the sweet curves of her swelling ass. Lori stood with hr legs slightly apart, and Marty saw the long curls of her cunt between them.
Lori’s thighs and legs were long, very long, smooth as they could be, creamy in color and texture. Her hips were not large, but fit her body perfectly. Her waist, he knew, could be spanned by his two hands.
Looking at her ass, he remembered how, just a few minutes ago, she had been twirling it wildly, sending thrill after thrill throughout his overheated body. His cock tingled from the tight heat of her gripping cunt, and there was a small pleasant ache in his balls. He grinned to himself and ran a hand down to caress his balls gently.
She saw him in the mirror, flashing a lewd smile as she saw him cradle his balls tenderly. The nipples of her tits were still firm, very long and a dark-pink color. Lori knew what his balls felt like. She was very much aware of her skills, of the ability her cunt had of nibbling and sucking on a cock that was fucking deeply.
Teasingly, she allowed the towel to slip from her body, the cheeks of her delightful ass bunching for his pleasure. In the mirror, she saw the stirring of his cock, and she licked a pink, wet tongue over her full lips.
Leaning over the dresser, she arched her ass out in his direction, her asscheeks parting slightly. The fuzz of her pussy became more pronounced and his eyes showed renewed interest. Lori was pleased by his reaction. It always pleased her when she could make a man’s cock hard so soon after fucking him wildly. She made her ass shake invitingly as she watched his cock in the mirror. She licked her lips again as his prick swelled into throbbing hardness. Then she turned to face Marty.
She leaned on the dresser, her shoulders back and her flawlessly shaped tits thrusting out and up, the nipples hard. She smiled wantonly at him as she spread her feet and arched her hips in his direction. Her thick triangle of dint hair almost, but not quite, concealed the moist pinkness of her pussy lips. Lori slowly twisted her hips in a tight circle as she gazed body at him.
“See anything you like?” she murmured in a low, throaty voice.
“I like everything,” he groaned as his cock throbbed in his fist.
Lori’s eyes smoldered with her bubbling inner heat as she gazed hungrily at his unusually long thick prick. “I wish we had more time, Marty,” she said, her voice not changing. “Oh God… I’d love to fuck that hard-on again, but my niece and nephew will be here in half an hour. We just don’t have time.”
She turned back to the mirror, applying a faint coat of lipstick to her moist lips. Marty watched as she pursed her lips, and remembered how they could devour a hard cock greedily. The remembrance caused his prick to throb powerfully, dripping from the piss hole. He lowered his eyes to her enticing ass, looking at her creamy smooth asscheeks, her inviting thighs.
He swung his legs over the edge of her bed and stood up, his cock thrusting outward from the mass of dark hair at the base. Lori looked at his prick in the mirror, jutting her beautiful ass back again in a teasing manner.
Marty came to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his cock between her thighs. Lori felt his prick between them, and she squeezed her thighs together. She loved the way his cock throbbed against the burning lips of her cunt, the hardness of his prick, the strange way his cock looked as the swollen prickhead poked past the luxurious growth of her cunt hair, giving her the appearance of having a short cock growing there.
“Oh, God!” she mewled as Marty began to fuck his cock back and forth, sliding the hardness of his prick between her hotly pressing thighs, rubbing his cock along her twitching cunt. “Ohhhh, you know I love it, Marty! Damn you, you know I can’t resist that cock!”
Lori shoved her ass back and braced herself with her elbows on the dresser, gazing into the mirror at him. Her tits, although dangling, still maintained their firm shape.
“Put it in me, Marty!” she screamed in a thick voice. “Fuck me! Fuck me fast!”
Marty drew his cock from between her thighs, and looking down, ran his swollen prickhead about her asscheeks. Lori felt the burning moisture on her flesh and shoved her ass against him. “Fuck me, damn you! We don’t have much time! Stop playing around, Marty! Stick that cock in my cunt and fuck me — now!”
Her body was still damp from the shower, and the beads of water on her flesh increased his excitement. He placed the head of his swollen cock against the pulsating wetness of her pussy and shoved.
“Ooooo!” Lori moaned with pleasure as his cock went into her cunt. “Ooooo, yes, Marty!”
She felt his prick go deep, stretching her sensitive cunt lips deliciously. She loved the deep throbbing of his cock, the way that enormous prickhead seemed to stuff every bit of her pussy. Her eyes became glassy with passion as his fingers dug into her hips, his cock fucking in and out of her clinging cunt. As soon as his prick had entered her cunt, Lori began to feel an orgasm swelling inside the pit of her stomach. It was always that way… Lori usually came as soon as a cock penetrated her cunt, then she would build up slowly to a powerful explosive orgasm when the man gushed his come juice into her. Lori seldom failed to come at least twice when she was fucked.
“Ohhhh, ram that cock to me!” she moaned in a thick voice, shaking her naked ass, twisting as he fucked in and out. “Oh, God! Oh, God… I can’t get enough of that hard cock! Fuck me, Marty! Oooo, fuck me!”
Her eyes, glazed with the pleasure rumbling through her body, tried to see his expression in the mirror, but her vision was blurred. She was turned just far enough so she could see her hips dancing lewdly as his cock fucked in and out of her blazing cunt. She loved the feel of his lower stomach slapping upon her naked asscheeks as Marty fucked relentlessly into her quivering cunt. Her shapely tits jiggled with the power of his thrusts, her nipples brushing the surface of the dresser. Her pussy tightened around his cock as he pulled back and seemed to relax as his prick went in deep.
This was something her cunt did of its own volition, something that Lori had nothing consciously to do with. She was aware of this ability, and she accepted it because it created such intense pleasure for not only her, but whatever cock was fucking her. Some man, somewhere, sometime, had said her cunt was a mouth-sucking cunt, that it felt like he was getting a blow job at the same time he fucked her.
“Harder, Marty!” she whimpered as her ass twisted furiously. “Ohhh, please, fuck me… harder!”
His fingers gripped her writhing hips and he banged furiously against her asscheeks, his cock going all the way into her burning, wet cunt. He grit his teeth as the pleasure burned through his body, centered at his cock and balls like a roaring fire.
Lori was gurgling hotly, her eyes half closed, savoring the deliciousness of his cock fucking into her tight, wet cunt. The way his prick throbbed between her stretched cunt lips sent her mind reeling with the erotic sensations she loved so much. Her cunt was so sensitive that she could feel each groove and ridge of his hard prick, feel when his cock throbbed. Her clit had become a swollen, hard knot of tingling pleasure as he fucked her. Her tits and nipples ached, and her ass shivered with delicious goose bumps that flowed about her creamy flesh. The nerves of her succulent body were tingling with so much pleasure that Lori could hardly stand it. Fucking was always that way, and she loved it.
She felt him speed up the thrusting of his cock, and she writhed her upturned ass tightly. Her orgasm was on the surface now, threatening to blow apart. The heat inside her cunt was becoming unbearable, and the only cure was a mind-shattering orgasm.
“Oooo, hurry!” she screamed at him. “Hurry and come in my cunt! I’m about to… about to… ohhh, there! I’m coming, Marty! Oh, God… I’m coming!”
Lori’s cunt convulsed in ecstasy. Her pussy squeezed in reflexive waves at his fucking cock, drawing at his prick with hot velvety walls. Her naked body shuddered as though she were having a seizure of some kind. A loud wail of ecstasy came out of her throat as she threw her head back, eyes tightly closed, her mouth wide open.
She felt his cock as it began to spurt. Again she screamed, feeling thick come, juice gush into her pussy, splashing about the hot walls of her cunt. Her pussy closed about his prick, sucking and nibbling as they both came.
Marty withdrew his cock tiredly from her gripping cunt, slumping down on the floor, sitting on his heels as he gasped heavily. Lori remained where she had been, leaning on the dresser, still glowing from the power of her orgasm. She panted, her tits jiggling.
She felt Marty’s lips against her asscheek, and sighed happily. She loved it when her ass was kissed and licked. She loved it when a moist, eager tongue lapped up and down her thighs. Lori loved to use her tongue on a man, too, licking and tasting his legs, his ass, his cock and balls. She was very oral and loved to have a hard, throbbing cock between her lips.
“Mmmmm,” she murmured lazily as Marty kissed the cheeks of her ass. “Lovely, Marty. I love to have my ass kissed. Oooo, you’re wonderful!”
Marty’s tongue raced about the swell of one asscheek, then down the back of one trembling thigh. Lori arched her ass back, twisting and trying to get his tongue between her thighs. She gave a soft squeal of delight as his tongue scraped over the sensitive lips of her cunt. Then she jerked her ass away from him.
“Oh, my God! Look at the time!” she yelped. “They’ll be here in five minutes! Damn you, Marty!”
He chuckled as he stood up. “Why damn me, baby? You wanted to fuck as much as I did.”
She turned and smiled at him. “I know,” she said, caressing his cheek. “I’m just nervous, that’s all. I haven’t seen Stevie and Janice for over six months. You know how much I care for them.”
“I wish they weren’t going to be here so damn long,” Marty complained. “I can’t do without a piece of your hot ass for a fucking week, Lori.”
“We’ll be careful,” she said, kissing him quickly. “They won’t be any trouble, don’t worry.”
Promptly at three o’clock, the doorbell rang. Lori silently cursed her sister for always being so prompt. She drew a loose robe on and, looking to make sure Marty was dressed, left her bedroom with him to answer the door.
“I’m sorry about the last-minute notice,” her sister said when Lori ushered them into the living room. “But Bob has to fly out this evening. Are you sure these kids won’t be any trouble for a week, Lori?”
“Of course not,” Lori said. “I love to have them with me. You go and enjoy yourself and don’t worry about these two monkeys. I have a nice big paddle if they get out of hand.”
Stevie and Janice giggled, knowing their Aunt Lori was teasing. They loved her and loved being with her. Lori was almost a kid herself, being ten years younger than her sister. She didn’t treat them like little kids. She let them drink coffee and stay up late. She was fun to be with.
Lori saw her sister looking at Marty. “Oh, this is Marty Horn. We were talking about his new play he just finished.”
“Are you in the theater, Mr. Horn?” Lori’s sister asked.
“Not yet.” Marty smiled. “I’m still trying, that’s all. Lori is a big help with her suggestions.”
“He was just leaving,” Lori said, knowing her sister could be a suspicious bitch. “I’ll look your script over more carefully, Marty, and give you a call.”
“You do that,” he said, then left.
Stevie and Janice had already gone into the kitchen, searching for the goodies that Lori always seemed to have at her house.
Her sister quickly left, trying to give instructions about her children’s bedtime and other silly things. “I know all that,” Lori said. “Go on and have fun. We’ll get along just fine.”
She closed the door after her sister had gone, leaning against it. My sister can be a pain sometimes, she thought. So prim and moralistic, always giving advice no one wanted or took. She was forever forcing her moral attitudes on others.
Going toward the kitchen, Lori smiled to herself, pleased to have Stevie and Janice with her for a whole week. She didn’t like the attitudes their mother was drilling in those young minds, making them ashamed of their bodies and sex. She wished she could teach them the real joy and happiness of living.
She stepped into the kitchen, then stopped, eyes wide.
Stevie was in the refrigerator, concealed by the door, seeking out the goodies. But it was Janice that Lori had seen.
The beautiful little girl was on her hands and knees, her head inside the cupboards. Her short skirt had hiked up in back, and Lori found herself gazing at the sweet thighs and tightly pantied ass of her niece. The view sent a sudden, unexpected thrill racing through her veins, and her cunt began to pulsate with that feeling of hunger again.
Janice was wearing pink panties, and they were very tight. The unusual thing about her panties was the sheerness of them. Lori could not recall ever seeing Janice wearing any kind of panties but little-girl cotton ones. Now she could easily see the crack between Janice’s small asscheeks.
Lori wondered about this. She was certain her sister, Karen, would not allow Janice to wear such revealing panties.
Janice pulled her head from the cupboard and twisted to look over her shoulder. She saw her aunt looking at her, and she giggled.
The sound, to Lori, of that giggle, was almost lewd. Janice’s eyes were gleaming in a strange way, and Lori felt a sexuality radiate from the pretty little girl. Her cunt throbbed, and she wondered why she felt so drawn toward Janice, drawn toward her lovely little body. Girls had never turned her on, but at this moment she was feeling a wild, almost irresistible desire to feel her niece up.
CHAPTER TWO
All through the remainder of the afternoon Lori felt this attraction toward her niece. She became aware that Janice was a little tease, something she had not noticed before. Janice had lovely dark eyes and dark hair, and her eyes flashed impishly, flirtingly. She used her young body in such a way that caused Lori to find it difficult to keep her eyes off the pretty girl.
At six that evening, she took them to a fast food diner, and allowed them to order whatever junk food they wanted. She sat with them in a corner booth, chatting with them about school, their summer vacation, everything that came to their minds. She could still feel, or sense, the sexual radiation coming from Janice, and she turned her attention to her nephew.
She found that Stevie glanced at her frequently, looking at her in a way that was much different than six months ago. His eyes, similar to his sister’s, showed a knowledge beyond his tender years. Lori sensed that her nephew was sexually attracted to her.
She couldn’t understand it because Karen was so strict in her moral teachings of the children. Perhaps they were rebelling. Maybe they were feeling things between their legs that overruled what their mother tried to teach them. Maybe Stevie had discovered his cock, the fun he could have with his prick. Maybe he was jacking off, coming in wild pleasure. Perhaps her niece, Janice, had found that her little cunt was something she could use besides to pee with. Maybe Janice, too, played with her sugary cunt.
The thoughts gave Lori a warm tingling sensation between her thighs. She wondered what Stevie’s cock would look like, if he had hair on his balls. He even wondered if it was possible for his little prick to come like a man. She tried to visualize his strong young body naked, his cock sweetly hard, with his young balls dangling below.
She imagined what Janice would look like naked, her burgeoning tits succulently shaped and so pretty, with pink little nipples that begged to be licked and sucked. She tried to imagine what Janice’s little pussy would look like, if she had hair, and the sweet swell of her young, shapely ass.
Lori knew she had been the black sheep between her and Karen. When she had been as young as her niece, she had slipped into her sister’s bed and tried to feel her up. It had not been desire to play with another girl; it had been a childish curiosity. But the fact had become known to their parents, and Karen from then on, had little to do with her.
