"They did?"
"Sure," he took her hand. "Come on and meet them. They're swell."
"Well, if they asked," she replied, setting her bottle down on the step of the motor home.
Devon kept hold of her hand they walked the distance.
His father stood up as they approached. He held out his hand to her, smiling. "HI, I'm Stan Holmes. This is my wife, Susan. Over there is Pamie, our daughter. And of course you know Devon."
"I'm Karen Shone," she said, taking his hand. It was a strong hand. "Hello, all. It's very nice of you to ask me to join you."
"Would you like a cold beer, Karen?" Susan asked. "Or would you prefer something stronger?"
"I'm not much of a drinker," Karen replied, sitting in a lawn chair Stan provided. "A beer would be fine."
She watched as Susan entered the motor home, seeing the woman was indeed very attractive. She didn't look old enough to have two children. She turned and looked at Stan, and found he was boldly looking her over. She shivered beneath his gaze, and actually trembled as she saw his eyes rake over her long thighs and thrusting tits. There was interest in his eyes, she noted. And, surprisingly, Karen found herself attracted to the man.
Not sexually, but attracted just the same. She knew that if her sexual preferences were for adult men, he would be a fine choice. Susan returned with a cold beer for her and then sat in her chair. Karen found herself being examined by the lovely woman, and again she shivered. There was some strange tension surrounding her and this group, something she could not define. It was a sexual tension, she felt, a warm feeling of exciting sex. Some people radiated sexual sparks, she knew, but this was the first time she felt it with an entire family.
Now that she was with them, she saw that the little girl, Pamie, was not naked as it had appeared, but that she was wearing a very tiny bikini of flesh-colored material. The girl was a beauty. A year younger than her brother, Devon, she had impish eyes and sparkling white teeth. Her body was slender, with extraordinary long legs. She had very small tits, not yet fully grown, and her little ass was her most attractive feature. It was molded beautifully to the skimpy bikini bottom, with those enticing little cheeks exposed by the way the bikini bottom pulled into the crack of her ass. Also, Karen noted, her little cunt seemed to bulge against the tightness of the suit. Pamie had blonde hair, like her mother, worn now in twin pony tails. Pamie was pure sweetness, and Karen was drawn to her immediately.
Despite the inocence of Pamie's tender age, there was an exciting sexual aspect about her, just as there was about every member of this family.
Karen felt a throb in her cunt as she looked at the little girl. She had not been attracted to a girl before, only boys, but now she felt a deep, tingling sensation, a feeling of need for this girl. She wanted to run her hands over that sweet, young body, to feel that sweetly curved ass and puffy little cunt, to squeeze those tender, small tits. A sudden thought jolted her. She wanted to lick that sweet, young cunt!
During this period of looking the little girl over, Karen had been chatting with Stan and Susan. She had revealed herself as a teacher, and learned that Stan was an engineer, and that Susan had once been a secretary, but now devoted her time to her children and family life.
"What school do you teach at?" Susan asked.
Karen told her, adding that she taught the ninth grade.
"Then you'll have Devon next month," Susan said.
"Devon?" Karen asked, blankly.
"Why yes," Susan said. "He attends that school, as does Pamie. She's in the eighth this year."
Oh, God, Karen thought. What a coincidence. She wasn't sure about this now. That was getting too close to home for comfort.
"I should thank you for watching Devon while we were gone," Stan said, gazing openly at Karen's long legs. "We were running out of food."
Karen noticed the small, compact car parked at the rear of the huge motor home. That explained Devon's comment about using a car. Karen shot Devon a quick glance, trying read in his eyes if he had said anything dangerous about them. But all she saw was his friendly face and gleaming eyes.
Pamie came up and sat near Karen, crossing her feet, knees wide apart, and looked up at Karen. "You're awfully pretty," the little girl said.
"Why, thank you," Karen said. "I think you're about the prettiest little girl I've ever seen."
Karen looked down, trying to keep her eyes on the sweet face, but found she had to glance at the crotch. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw a few curling hairs standing from the tightness there. Also, the bikini had pulled into the crack of her young cunt.
The camp fire cast its flickering light about, and Karen wondered if her imagination was playing tricks on her. When she looked Susan, she saw the woman slumped in the lawn chair, her knees wide. Glancing at Stan, she was certain she could see the very tip of his cock sticking from the leg of his cut-offs. There was a strange, sexual feeling being with this family, and Karen couldn't understand it. She was sure it was only her overactive sex thoughts.
They chatted away, as if Karen had been a long-time friend of theirs. The two children took to her immediately, and before it became late, Pamie had actually moved to sit closer to her, resting one warm little hand on Karen's thigh.
"It's getting late," Karen said.
"Devon," Stan said to his son, "why don't you walk Karen back to her motor home?"
"Sure, Dad," he said, getting to his feet and holding out his hand.
As though it were the most natural thing in the world, Karen got up and, holding his hand in hers, they walked back to her motor home.
"You have a wonderful family, Devon," she told him.
"I know," he said, following her into the motor home without being asked. "He didn't tell you he was chairman of the school board, did he?"
Karen felt her heart skip a beat. That could be very bad, she thought. His position meant he had a tight hold not only on her job, but her career as well. If he found out she was sucking his son's cock off, it would be the end for her.
But Devon was too precious to let go. She wanted his little prick too much to worry about being caught. Being with his family, feeling that sexual sensation, seeing his pretty little sister, Karen was excited intensely now. She didn't want to wait until the next day.
"You don't have to go back right away, do you?" she asked him.
"No."
She smiled and pulled him close to her body, hugging his face into her tits. She ran her hands about his ass, squeezing the cheeks. "Want to fuck me now?" she whispered.
She felt his hands moving about her body, feeling her naked thighs, going over her ass. She felt his cock swelling against her thighs, and pulled away so she could slip her hand between them. She had to lean over to grasp his cock.
She opened his shorts and let them drop to his feet. While he stepped out of them, Karen removed her own shorts. She got onto her bed and lay back, spreading her thighs wide. She caressed her cunt as he gazed hotly at her. "You've got more hair than my…"
"Come here, darling," she interrupted him, holding her arms up. "Get on the bed with me. I want you to fuck me with that sweet cock."
Devon lay beside her, nuzzling at her tits as he felt her hairy twat. He worked a finger into her pussy and fingerfucked her as she pumped on his hard prick. Karen felt this was not the first time the young boy had gotten his finger inside a wet, hot pussy. He was thrusting it in and out of her with far more knowledge than a boy his age.
Perhaps he had not, lied about it before, she thought as she held his head against her tits, his lips sucking as his tongue licked. She wiggled her naked ass up and down to meet his finger, her fist pumping his cock.
"Get between my legs, Devon," she whispered.