As he lay on his back, Cindy eagerly knelt beside him and gawked at his long erect penis. Her tears were gone in an instant as she became absorbed in this fascinating new sight. She licked her lips and wriggled her little butt in the grass, obviously still as horny as ever. He'd better take care of that, before she got any more ideas.
"Honey," he said, "I have an idea."
He gently arranged the girl to straddle his chest with her buttocks toward his face, so that she could look at his cock while he played with her pussy. As he brought his hot slick tongue into teasing contact with the moist sensitive vulva, she sighed and wiggled her ass.
"Ummmm!" she squealed as his stiff tongue tip tickled her clit. "That feels great, Daddy! Keep doing it, please!"
He licked her all over, infatuated with her pure, girlish parts. He stuck his tongue about an inch inside her tiny clenched asshole and probed her sensuously, while Cindy squealed happily and creamed hotly all over his chin. He worked his tongue a little way into her wonderfully tight cunt and lapped up her cream as fast as it came. He planted his mouth on her little red slit and sucked it loudly, juicily, while the blissful teenage girl shrieked her intense pleasure.
"Oooo, yes, yes!" she wailed.
In her excitement, she grabbed his cock in her hot hand and began to pump it. It felt so good, Herb just couldn't bring himself to tell her to stop. He was swollen so thick by then that she could barely get her fingers all the way around his shaft. She began to rub his sticky cream all over his sensitive glans, and in response he sucked her clit all the harder and faster. Damn it, he just couldn't help it! It felt great, it seemed like years since a woman had played with his prick.
Tenderly he nibbled her stiff little bud with the tips of his teeth, and Cindy moaned. He got his lips around the wriggling button again and sucked it hotly, bathing it with his spit. Cindy howled with pleasure and rammed her pussy against his face, rubbing her cream all over him. Her slim body began to tremble, her hips jerked convulsively, and he knew she was beginning to cum.
"Ahhhh, Daddy!" she wailed. "I love it, it feels so strange, so good! Eeeeee!!!"
Herb sucked her through jolt after blinding jolt of orgasm, rejoicing that he could give her such intense pleasure. Then, suddenly, her shrill cries stopped and he felt his aching meat deliciously enveloped in hot saliva and slick flesh. In her excitement, Cindy had begun to suck his cock! He knew he should stop her, but he couldn't bear to do it. It felt wonderful, he needed it desperately.
She sucked him like a greedy puppy, and he wondered how she could take all that meat in her little mouth. Certainly she seemed to be enjoying it. Even as she continued to writhe and cum, she gave him a vigorous if inexperienced blow job. Herb steeled himself not to cum, but it was no use. With a loud groan of intense pleasure, he felt the burning wetness at the tip of his prick as he began to shoot his load into her throat. He expected her be horrified or repelled. On the contrary, she gulped down his cum as if she loved the taste.
He gave himself up to it, howling with pleasure as he experienced his first decent orgasm in years. When he had finished and his shriveled cock had slipped from her mouth, Cindy dutifully licked it clean with vigorous motions of her little pink tongue. Then she hopped off him and curled up to him, her head on shoulder, hugging him happily.
"Oh, Daddy," she said, "wasn't that fun?"
"It sure was, honey," Herb replied helplessly.
Oh, Jesus, what had he gotten himself into?
CHAPTER THREE
In the dark, stuffy tent, Rick lay on his cot and tried to ignore his maddening desire to play with himself. At sixteen, he was almost always horny, but somehow, he didn't understand why, it had been even worse ever since the family had set out on this dumb camping trip. Not that it would have done him much good to be at home in Chicago. Rick was a resentful virgin, trying relentlessly to seduce every girl he dated, with no success whatsoever. Sometimes he thought he'd die of frustration, and more than anything in his life he wanted to have his first woman. But if he couldn't score in Chicago, how in hell was he going to score out here in the wilderness, with only bears and chipmunks for company?
Rick tried to sleep, but it was no use. He wanted to jack off so bad he could hardly stand. Besides, it was hot and stuffy in the tent, and the family dog, Senator, an enormous shaggy Saint Bernard, insisted on sharing the narrow cot with him. Maybe it would be best to go take a swim in the river. It might refresh him, and the cool water just might take his mind off sex for a while.
Rick came out of the tent blinking and ineffectually smoothing back his long rumpled hair. Only his mother was there, reading Good Housekeeping and looking bored.
"I'm going for a swim, Mom," he said. "I'll be back by supper time."
"All right, dear," replied Betty. "Don't get chilled, and stay away from the strong currents."
Mothers! Always treating you like a little kid! Rick smiled bitterly to himself as he started down the trail. Poor old Mom would really be shocked if she knew what was on his mind right now! From furtive and frustrated necking sessions in parked cars, Rick was summoning up every meager memory he had of girls' bodies, tantalizing and all-too-brief glimpses of tits and snatches. He was wondering how it would feel, at last, to sink his swollen prick into those mysterious, wet, fleshy parts between a girl's legs.
"AW, shit," the boy muttered to himself. His quest seemed hopeless. What was wrong with the world? Why was it that boys wanted to do it so badly, while girls were always holding out? It seemed so cruel and unfair. He supposed he'd have to wait till he got married, and that could be years from now. Meanwhile, what was he going to do about these agonizing and persistent fits of lust?
Rick found a quiet pool beside the river and began to strip, discovering, to his chagrin, that his dick was so stiff he had trouble getting his jeans off over it. His balls were swollen up, too, ready to shoot. For a moment he was tempted to jack off then and there, ending his torture. Then he decided against it. That was kid stuff, it always made him feel foolish. He'd swim instead, hoping his erection would go away. But wouldn't it be great if he had a girl here with him, a hot-blooded young girl just begging him for it? Rick sighed loudly as he slipped into the cool river.
As soon as Rick left the campsite, Betty Smith began to cry. At last she was alone and free to display her emotions, a thing she didn't dare do otherwise for fear of upsetting the kids or angering Herb. It felt good to let the tears flow at last, and Betty indulged herself in a good long cry. Ultimately, though, it didn't solve the problem. She knew her marriage was over, and she felt her boredom and resentment against Herb growing every day. That was plain enough, and if she had had no other responsibilities, she would have asked for a divorce at once. But there were the children. She and Herb must stay together for the sake of the children.
Only, Betty found this a very hard prospect to face. Her body cried out for a new lover, a man who could satisfy her the way Herb used to do. She didn't want to live without sex, but if she stayed with Herb she was doomed to a thousand restless nights of sexual frustration, of furtive masturbating. It was too dismal to bear.
She had had a chance, of sorts, three weeks ago, a cocktail party given by their neighbors, the Camerons. Ted Cameron, their host, had led her outdoors on the pretext of showing her the garden, and the next thing Betty knew, he was kissing her and working his hands inside her dress to cup and fondle her big soft breasts. She would never forget the electric jolts of desire which had coursed through her body as Ted held her. He pressed his loins aggressively against her, and she felt the rigid line of his erect cock beneath his pants. Even without touching it, she knew it was long and thick, and she was dying to feel it inside her, giving her the swift, hard fuck she so desperately needed. Her pussy creamed hotly, agonizingly, and the crotch of her panties was instantly soaked. She wanted Ted, oh, God, how she wanted him!