"Well, I'm sure you won't find Devon one of those trouble-makers," Stan said. "You've got that kid eating out of your hand already."
"All he talks about is you," Susan put in, flashing a bright smile at Karen. "He thinks you're the most beautiful woman in the world."
Karen had the grace to blush, and returned Susan's smile.
"No one would ever think of you as a teacher, Karen," Stan said. "As you know, all the others at the school are kind of dowdy."
"I guess I'm not very well dressed," Karen said. "For a teacher, I mean."
"You're on vacation," Stan said. "You have every right to dress any way you want on vacation."
"That's nice, coming from you, Stan. I mean, with your membership on the school board…"
Stan laughed. "I'm human, you know. Besides, look at how I'm dressed."
Karen looked. He had stopped playing with the fire and was now slumped in his lawn chair. His knees were apart, and her breath sucked in. She could just see the head of his cock peeking past the frayed edges of his jeans. She glanced at Susan to see if she had noticed this. Apparently Susan had not.
Pamie and Devon were sitting on the other side of the fire, whispering and giggling like any youngsters. Karen looked at them, but they were involved in whatever secrets they had. Karen hoped desperately they weren't telling each other what they had done with her. That had been a close call in the trees today. She had barely gotten her bikini back on before Pamie came skipping up to them, breathless from her search.
She smiled to herself, remembering how good it had been, with those two young cocks inside her mouth, coming, spewing over her tongue. Remembering it, her body shivered and her pussy tingled.
Finally it was time for her to go to her own motor home. It was late and she was a bit tired. After saying goodnight, she started toward her motor home. She had not gone far when Pamie came racing after her.
Karen waited, and when Pamie caught up with her, she slipped her small hand into Karen's.
"I get to stay the night with you, Karen," Pamie said in her soft voice. "That's if you don't mind."
Karen looked down at the little girl, then back at the Holmes. Stan lifted his arm in agreement with Pamie.
"That will be fine," she called back to them.
Holding hands tightly, they walked to Karen's motor home. She had left the lights burning, including the small outside one. As she was unlocking the door, she felt Pamie's warm little palm caressing the cheek other ass. She shot a glance down at the girl, then over her shoulder toward the Holmes. No one was looking in their direction, so she didn't say anything to Pamie.
Opening the door, she let Pamie enter first, and her eyes fixed upon that tight, small ass. The white cheeks, as always, were exposed by the way her bikini bottom was pulled into the crack. Pamie's ass was almost an a level with her tits, and Karen could not resist the sudden urge to lean over and kiss one creamy, sweet cheek. Pamie giggled and paused, wiggling her cute little ass against Karen's lips.
Then Karen shoved her gently into the motor home and stepped in herself, closing the door behind her. Immediately with the door closed, Karen wrapped her arms about the warm little body and hugged it tight against hers. Pamie's face buried into Karen's tits as she wrapped her arms about Karen's waist. Karen kissed the top of Pamie's head, sliding her hand down to fondle that tight ass. Pamie writhed against Karen, opening her knees and pressing her hot little cunt hard against Karen's thigh.
"God, baby," Karen sighed, squeezing Pamie's ass. "You're so fucking hot! Do you stay hot like this all the time?"
"Yes, don't you?"
"I think I do," Karen laughed. "We make a fine pair, don't we? Both with hot cunts… it's beautiful!"
Karen removed Pamie's bikini, then stepped back to look at her. "You have such sweet little tits," she murmured softly, her voice warming with passion. "Your nipples as so tiny, but delicious. And your pussy hair is so scant, I can see that scrumptious cunt easily."
"Take yours off," Pamie mewled, playing wit her own tits. "Let me see you naked, too."
Karen hurriedly undressed, and stood tall and proud in her beauty.
Pamie reached out and fondled Karen's shapely tits, traced her fingertips down into the thick, curly hair that covered Karen's twat.
Then the door opened.
"Oh God!" Karen wailed, covering her cunt with one hand and her tits with the other arm, her eyes wide with fright. "I forgot to lock the door!"
Pamie turned, not at all surprised.
"Hi!" Devon grinned, peeking in at them.
"Devon!" Karen yelped. "Close the door! Some one will see us! Hurry!"
But Devon took his time climbing in and closing the door. In the meantime, Karen had thrown a robe about Pamie's naked body. Pamie giggled and didn't seem at all concerned about being naked.
"Devon, we were just getting ready for bed," Karen said, her voice quivering. "Don't you know how to knock?"
Then Karen noticed he was carrying something. "What's that?" she asked, suspiciously.
"Tape recorder," he said, nonchalantly. He held it out and showed it to her. "Wanna hear what I picked up on it?"
Suspicion grew in Karen's mind as she watched him press the rewind, then stop it. And then she heard her own voice saying: "…with hot cunts… it's beautiful!"
"Devon!" she yelped. "Don't you realize what that could do to me? Please, erase it!"
"Oh no," he teased. "I like to listen to things like this."
In her fear, Karen had not noticed Pamie had removed the robe, and was now standing naked before her brother. Karen had pulled a sheet from the bed and draped it around her body, her eyes huge as she stared at Devon.
"Don't worry about that," Pamie said. "Devon isn't going to let anyone else hear it."
Karen glanced at Pamie, then back at Devon, who was stripping his cut-offs from his body. She saw his cock lurch upright, and that Pamie was watching him, too.
"Oh no," she whimpered. "That's far enough, kids. No more. Get your clothes on and go back to your own motor home."
Devon paused with one leg in his cut-offs. He looked at Karen, then at his sister. "Okay, Pamie," he said. "I guess we gotta do what the teacher says."
Pamie picked up her bikini, but instead of putting it on, she balled it up and started toward the door.
"Wait!" Karen called in panic. "You can't go outside naked! Put your bikini on, Pamie."
"But why?" Pamie turned and looked at Karen.
"She don't have to," Devon said. "Mom and Dad will be hearing my tape, anyway."
"No, Devon!" Karen's voice came out filled with feat. "I'll lose my job! Please, don't do this to me. Please, please!"
"Do we have to go, then?" Pamie asked. Karen had sat on the edge of the bed, fear filling her body. She had her face in her hands, tears stinging her eyes. She looked up at them, and saw that Pamie was standing next to her brother, slowly stroking his hard cock. What have I gotten myself into? she wondered. What kind of kids are these, anyway?
Slumping in defeat, she shook her head. "No," she whispered. "You don't have to go."
She watched with tear-filled eyes while Pamie caressed her brother's cock, and the sheet she had hastily wrapped about her nakedness fell away. Despite her fear, she was becoming intensely aroused by watching them, her pussy bubbling and her tits swelling.
"Wanna see Devon fuck me?" Pamie giggled.
"This isn't the first time?" Karen asked.
"No, silly," Pamie giggled, squeezing her brother's cock. "We been fucking ever since we were little kids."
You're still little kids, Karen thought.
"Tommy's fucked her too," Devon said, placing the tape recorder on a table. "He fucked her yesterday. He was gonna fuck her today, but they left this afternoon."