Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  At what he judged the moment or two before her climax, he suddenly withdrew finger and tongue. The girl groaned out in disappointment. A groan that quickly changed to a surprised moan when he stood behind her on his knees and slid his throbbing shaft into the quivering channel of her pussy.

  There was no way he could have stopped her had he wanted to. In fact there was no need for him to move. All he had to do was just stand there while the young brunette kneeling before him fucked herself on his rigid dork. Which is exactly what she did.

  Rocking back and forth, she slid along the meaty rail of his cock. With one hand stroking the sleekness of her asscheeks, he leaned over her and captured one of the swaying pendulums of her tits in his palm. He squeezed and kneaded the pointed cone, delighting in her wild reaction. She hunched back, throwing her body on his prick, impaling herself on his swollen shaft.

  She didn’t take long to satisfy herself. In no more than a half dozen of her wanton strokes, she came. Her body trembled and quivered. Then her shaking arms gave out, she collapsed back to the floor of the tent, lost in sexual oblivion. Jason’s cock, glistening with the wetness of her juices still jutted from his groin, hard and needy, unsatisfied.

  “My God!” Linda said from behind him. He turned, his daughter’s eyes were on his twitching sex. “After all that, you’re still hard!”

  He wasn’t sure what she expected him to say. But, yes, he was still hard and he had a burning load that desperately needed release.

  “Fantastic!” The girl’s eyes gleamed with lusty enthusiasm. “I want to feel you again. Only this time I want you where… where you were kissing Karen!”

  Her words jolted through him on a straight line to his groin. She wanted him to take her in the ass. His daughter wanted him to ass fuck her!

  “Have you had a man there before?” He wanted her, but taking a woman in the ass is a delicate thing, especially when that tight round hole is virgin territory.

  “No,” Linda shook her head. “But I’ve never seen anything as sexy as when you were kissing Karen’s behind. I could have come just watching you two. I want to feel you inside me there. Please!”

  There was no denying that last plea.

  “Yes,” he nodded. “But first I need something to prepare you for me. Petroleum jelly would do, or perhaps…”

  “Right!” She moved across the tent to a pack. She rummaged there a moment then withdrew a small bottle and tossed it to him. “This should do the trick.”

  He caught the bottle, glanced down and smiled. His daughter understood the problem well enough. What she had taken from the pack was one of the gentlest and most slippery body oils around — baby oil.

  “Perfect,” he said turning back to the young blonde. A wide grin split his face.

  She was already on her hands and knees. Her luscious young ass poked provocatively up in the air, wagging at him. “I thought it might be,” she said, her head twisting around at him.

  The problem solved, he moved behind his daughter and knelt. “Now I’m going to give this pretty little ass that kiss it wants.”

  Placing the bottle of baby oil on the floor of the tent, he leaned over and kissed every inch of those two silky demi-globes of flesh. She came alive with a glow. She sighed appreciatively, purring and cooing as his lips tenderly worked their way over the sleek curves of her rump. Then as something extra, he lightly ran his tongue down the dark crease separating those two shapely cushions.

  “Ohhhhh!” She wiggled a bit, gooseflesh rippling along her spine. “It feels so wicked… so deliciously wicked!”

  It did too, and he realized that, having had more than one woman’s tongue licking around on his anus. There seemed like there were a million and one spots on a woman’s body that created those marvelous sensual sensations that warmed her and prepared her for a man. No, did more than prepare her, made her want to feel a man within her body. All it took was a little time to locate them, then give them the attention they deserved. The rewards of such loving care were a sexually gratified woman, something every man wanted in his bed.

  After his kissing session, he just stood there behind his kneeling daughter. His hands roved over the ripe cushions of her bottom. He caressed them tenderly, lovingly. Despite her eagerness for his prick to be embedded in her anus, he knew she was nervous and even a bit frightened. No matter how willing a woman is to have a man, being a virgin — either fore or aft — is still being a virgin. And that means fear of the unknown, a fear that can only be conquered with tenderness. Even a small prick can look like a monstrous ramrod when it’s about to enter virgin territory. And it’s the man’s job to see that when it does slide in where no man has gone before, it brings pleasure, not pain. He was making sure of that right now.

  Firmly taking hold of her asscheeks, he eased them apart. And as he had done with Karen, he leaned forward and kissed the puckered ring of his daughter’s anus. She moaned with the tantalizing sensations he sent through her. The tight mouth of her asshole only tightened harder. It was to be expected. The thought of him probing her ass was exciting as hell, but again the fear of the unknown was at work.

  “Relax,” he said, his voice filled with gentleness. “We’ll take all the time you want. Just think, relax. Anytime you want to stop, I’ll stop. I don’t want to hurt you. Just relax and think about relaxing every muscle in your body.”

  Her head nodded. “It feels good. I’m just a bit frightened, I guess. It’s like the first time all over again.”

  “Relax,” he repeated. “Relax.”

  Then he went back to his licking. Moistly, his tongue washed over the hardened nodes of her asshole. He bathed them, creating all sorts of fantastic thrills for her, but at the same time always comforting her, helping her to relax, helping her to prepare her body for him, and for her.

  He kissed and licked and licked and kissed. He accustomed her to the feel of his mouth and tongue. It was a new sensation for her. It was a sexy one so he took his time. Then when he felt that taut ring relax, he used the tip of his tongue to enter her backside.

  There is no way a tongue, or even a finger, can be compared to the size of a rigidly-swollen cock, but it’s a beginning. Inward he worked and she relaxed even more, allowing the saliva-wet probe of his oral digit to drill into her bowels. Then he licked and laved some more, slickening that tiny little entrance, wetting the smooth channel of her rectum for what would come next.

  And that was his finger. While he continued his kissing and licking, he reached down and found the bottle of oil. After fumbling with the cap and succeeding in removing it, he wetted the tip of his index finger, then brought it to her ass. Sliding his tongue from her anus, he used that finger to slick the mouth of her asshole. He played around long enough to make sure she knew what to expect next. Then he wetted another finger and brought it to her anus.

  “Relax,” he whispered again. “I’m going to slide my finger into you.”

  She nodded. And he did. Gently, he pushed his fingertip into the slackened little hole. Immediately she tightened. The strong ring of muscle squeezed down on the digit invading her bowels, but he expected this. He just stood there until she relaxed again, then pushed further in, coating the channel of her bowels with the slippery oil. Again and again he repeated the process, each time giving his finger another coating of baby oil. He worked deeper into her, one knuckle, two knuckles, then three knuckles deep.

  “It’s wonderful,” she moaned, as his finger gently slid in and out of her ass. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. But I want you. I want you inside me there.”

  That was what he was waiting for his daughter to say. Easing his embedded digit from her anus, he stood on his knees behind her and pulled her asscheeks farther apart. The slick ring of her asshole was visible at the bottom of that deep valley of flesh. He moved forward, pressing the head of his cock against the tiny mouth and stood there awhile, letting her get used to the prospect of taking him into her body from the rear.

  “Reme
mber,” he said. “Anytime you want to stop, I’ll stop. It’s up to you. I won’t be disappointed or hurt. This is your first time, it might not be the right time.”

  “No,” she shook her head. “I want you. I know we can do it. Just go slow with me.”

  He had no intention of doing anything else.

  “Relax, and I’ll do the rest.”

  With that he began to push forward with his loins, not hard or with a sudden jabbing thrust, but with slow, steadily-increasing pressure. She tightened again as he knew she would, but he waited patiently, allowing her to relax her body once again.

  Eventually, the taut nodes of her anus softened and flattened. The fat crown of his cock vanished into the slackened hole of her ass.

  Tight! She clamped down in nervous reaction. She squeezed him hard and long. It was marvelous. The tightness of a woman’s rectum is fantastic, well worth the time taken to prepare it properly. And when she relaxed again, she was ready for him. She opened up and he slowly sank into that smooth, hot, round hole that seemed to be made just to take a man’s prick.

  “I feel you!” his daughter cried out in joy. “I can really feel you, every beautiful inch of you!”

  He knew she could. He was packed into her rectum, straining the tunnel of her backside. He throbbed and pulsed. And she was receiving every little jerk of a man’s sex like she had never received it before. For moments, he just stood there, letting her get the feel of him, letting her savor their cock-to-ass union.

  Then he moved. Again there was nothing rushed or hurried about his movements. The anal channel of a woman is a delicate thing, something that can be torn or ripped if a man isn’t gentle. And he was gentle. He moved in and out of her with deliberate languor. There was no need to slam and pound for either of them. For her, it was an exciting experience. For him there was the volcanic heat of her ass and that fantastic tightness.

  So, slowly he eased into the depths of her asshole, then slowly withdrew. Again and again, he stroked into her upturned bottom. He knew she felt him, the thick, pulsing knob of his glans burrowing into her virgin depths, opening the channel of her back. And he damn well felt her. His balls were boiling with the excitement of that moment.

  Their passion mounted, but he controlled himself. It was like a slow torture for him and her both. They both wanted it hard and fast, but he kept to his slow, steady reaming of her rectum.

  And in the end, the results were much more fantastic. She came, quaking and shuddering and crying out with ardent pleasure. And he held back that burning flood until the last possible moment. Then he blasted into her virgin ass, coating and soaking the tight hole of his daughter’s ass with her father’s seed.

  Somehow, she managed to hold her position, supporting herself on quivering knees and shaking arms until he jetted the last drop of his release into her come-drenched backside and his cock deflated to a limp hose and slithered from her body. Then she collapsed to the floor of the tent, panting and quivering.

  “My God,” she moaned. “I’ve never had such a fantastic morning!”

  He smiled. He had experienced few mornings that matched it. And it was a hell of a way to start a day!

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Mona was alone in the tent. She stared at the pack standing before her on the floor. Fifteen minutes ago, she had entered the tent with every intention of packing and preparing for the hike back.

  Now she just sat there gazing at the half-finished packing job she had started. Despite her talks with Jason and Liz last night, Frank still plagued her mind. She supposed it was a normal reaction to what had happened, but it still hurt. Hurt a lot. She wished the pain would go away, but it persisted — a hollow, aching throb.

  Also, there was guilt and doubt. She knew she had given her husband all she could, tried every thing to please him, to ignite the love she felt within him. But it didn’t help. She felt like a failure. She knew it was wrong, but it didn’t help. The ache remained.

  “Damn,” she muttered aloud. “Damn, damn, damn!”

  Frank had caused her nothing but heartache the six months she had lived with him. And now that he was gone, walked angrily out of her life, the hurt continued. She knew it would eventually dull and fade. But right now it seemed like it would never stop. Never.

  “Mother,” Phil’s voice came from behind her. She turned her head to see her son standing at the entrance to the tent. “Can I come in?”

  “Yes,” she nodded with a smile. “I was just sitting here thinking.”

  “About Frank?”

  “Uh huh,” she replied.

  “I’m sorry about what happened yesterday,” he said. “I’m sorry he hurt you.”

  “Don’t be sorry, it wasn’t your fault,” she said. “I’m an adult, and I made a mistake. That’s all there is to it.”

  “Still it hurts to see you like this,” he said, reaching out and taking her hand.

  “I know,” she answered, squeezing his hand. “But I’ll be all right. All I need is some time. Frank is gone now; I won’t allow him to ruin the rest of my life. I promise you that.”

  She leaned to him and kissed his cheek. He returned the kiss, his lips pressing against her cheek near the corner of her mouth, lingering there for a moment.

  “You are upset, aren’t you?” she asked.

  “More for you than myself,” Phil replied. “I thought you and Frank were happy together.”

  Suddenly tears welled in her eyes as the ache returned with increased intensity. Phil moved beside her, his arms encircling her and holding her, comforting her.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said, his voice full of concern. “I just thought it might help to talk about it.”

  “It’s okay. I guess I’m still a bit tender,” she answered, wiping the wetness from her eyes. She looked up at him and smiled. “Really, I’ll be all right. Just give me a bit of time.”

  Suddenly his head tilted toward hers. She knew what was coming. She had time to move away from her son, but for some reason she didn’t. Instead, she sat there, letting his lips move to hers. She could feel his nervousness, his awkwardness. But she could also feel the gentle warmth of his mouth on hers. There was no insistence on his part. His lips just lightly brushed hers, remaining there. And she offered no resistance to her son. It was a tender kiss, one that reassured her. But there was something more — something that at the same time frightened and excited her.

  His head eased back. Their lips parted. Her eyes rose to his, lingering there. For moments they just sat there, neither moving, neither sure of what was happening, or even if it would.

  Then she lifted her hand and lovingly caressed the side of his young cheek. She smiled. He reached up and took her hand, moving it to his lips. He kissed her palm and then each of her fingers.

  There was no doubt in her mind now. Phil? Her own son? Jason was one thing, and Liz another. But Phil? She shivered at the thought of taking him into her body, the thought of having her son as a lover. She wanted that, there was no denying that fact. The dampness that welled suddenly in her loins told her just how much she wanted that. But did she dare?

  His eyes studied her face. He was waiting for her to make the next move, either to reject him, or accept his unspoken suggestion. Unsure of herself, she leaned forward, her lips once more pressing against his. Almost of their own accord, her lips parted, giving his tongue entrance to her mouth.

  His arms tightened around her, no longer just holding her, but embracing her. She melted against her son’s body, pressing close to his warmth. She trembled while his exploring tongue flicked over and under her own tongue, bringing it to life, taunting it, cajoling it. She returned his kiss, her oral digit dueling with his.

  They clung to each other, as if afraid to end their kiss and end this moment before it even began. Something she didn’t want to end, something she wanted more than she had realized at first.

  To assure him, she took one of his hands and drew it to her chest, placing it atop one o
f her breasts. His fingers tightened around the bulging mound, squeezing at her through blouse and bra.

  Tingling sensations of sexual heat suffused through her tit. She moaned softly at the persistent kneading of his grasp. It felt good, but it could be better — feeling his hands on her nakedness. And her hands on his.

  Slipping her tongue from his mouth, she eased her head back a bit. “Let me help you.”

  With that, her hands went to the front of her blouse and began undoing the buttons. Her son’s hand dropped from her breast as he sat there and watched her open her blouse and slip out of it. Next, her arms tucked around behind her. There were three metallic snaps as she unclasped her bra. She wiggled her shoulders a little and the white straps slid from her shoulder and down her arms. White and jiggling her breasts came free from the confining cups of the bra. Her son’s eyes homed in on the tempting cones and their dark sleeping nipples.

  “Touch them,” she whispered, urging him to feel her body, feel his mother’s body.

  Both his hands rose. His fingers touched the deep brown pinnacles of her nipples. She sucked in her breath, her chest heaving. The excitement of having her son just feel those rubbery tips brought her nipples to life. Beneath the circling caress of his fingertips, she felt the fleshy buds swell, fatten. They thickened and stiffened with shivery arousal. She moaned, sighing out the pleasure of his gentle fondling. Her tits swirled with warmth. Her whole body seemed to focus its attention on those titillating fingertips.

  Softly, his fingers traced around the conical shapes of her breasts. He spiraled downward, until his palms cupped the twin peaks and he squeezed with relish. She moaned while quivery thrills lashed through her body. She eased forward, pushing her tits into his hands, rubbing them against his palms.

  Her own hands were far from inactive. She opened his shirt and repaid the attention he was giving her nipples and tits, then her fingers slid downward, opening his jeans and stroking the bulging thickness she found in his jockey shorts. In reaction to her intimate fondling, his head abruptly ducked to her chest. His mouth captured one of the erect tips of her breasts. His tongue whipped out and lashed at the lust-throbbing point, while his lips sucked at her flesh.