The eminent British psychiatrist Dr. Anthony Storr remarks in his book Sexual Deviation, "To some extent, guilt about sex is inevitable, however liberal and understanding the parents, for sex cannot normally find its full expression within the family circle. The so-called incest taboo precludes the satisfaction of even infantile sexuality, and so sex for the child is bound to remain partially a secret and thus something about which he feels some sense of guilt."
Dr. Storr speaks here of the normal or typical family. The novel MOM, DAD, SIS & BROTHER, however, deals with a very untypical American family, in which the children feel no guilt whatsoever about sex because their parents have not made them aware of even the most elementary and universal sexual taboos.
Herb and Betty Smith have gone out of their way to be "liberal and understanding" parents, not wishing their children, Rick and Cindy, ever to feel guilty or inhibited about their natural bodily functions, including sex. As the novel shows, the Smiths' great error is going too far in this well-meaning direction. They fail to provide their children with any morality at all, and in their uninhibited quest for pleasure, Rick and Cindy trample upon one sexual prohibition after another, prohibitions established by tradition to keep society intact. The result is emotional chaos for the Smith family.
Herb and Betty Smith find themselves helpless to prevent this chaos. Indeed, they become drawn into it as incestuous relations gradually build between parents and children. The reasons for this helplessness are long-standing difficulties in the Smiths' marriage. Once blessed with sexual rapport, Herb and Betty have grown away from each other in the course of a fifteen-year marriage, which leaves husband and wife depressed, confused, and hungry for new partners. In this precarious emotional state, they find it hard to resist the innocent and exciting advances of their attractive son and daughter.
If this novel contains a moral, it is that frankness has both its uses and its limitations. Herb and Betty are too frank with their children and not frank enough with each other. As they discover after much anguish and guilt, their family can be saved only by applying intelligent restraint to their children's behavior and by reserving sex solely for the husband/wife relationship. What once seemed harsh and old-fashioned appears, in the long run, to be best for everyone in the family.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
They had been in the woods nearly a week now, and Herb Smith was bored pissless. He suspected the rest of the family felt the same way. Sitting in his folding canvas chair in front of the tent, pretending to inspect his fishing equipment, Herb glanced at his wife Betty, who was filing her nails and yawning. His son, Rick, a healthy and handsome sixteen-year-old, was staring moodily into space. His fifteen-year-old daughter Cindy looked half asleep as she valiantly attempted to read a book.
So much for getting back to Nature.
Herb sighed to himself. He'd set aside his entire annual vacation and lavished several hundred dollars on camping equipment in this mistaken venture. He had thought that by getting his family out of Chicago and taking them to the unspoiled wilds of Yellowstone he might somehow reestablish the togetherness they had lost. With no other people around, and with no distractions like television and movies and restaurants, Herb hoped they might begin communicating with each other again.
He'd obviously been wrong. Everyone was palpably bored and longing to be back in their suburban ranch home. And Herb was not only bored, he was achingly, endlessly horny. Again he glanced at his wife Betty. She caught his eye and gave him a vague look of recognition, certainly not the avid and eager glance of a woman who might want to slip off into the woods for a quick session of love-making. In fact, now that he thought about it, he and Betty hadn't made it in several weeks. One or the other of them was always finding an excuse not to. It had been that way for a long time, even before their marriage had passed the fifteen-year mark. Betty, even though she was a well-preserved thirty-six, just didn't excite him any more, and be was sure he didn't arouse her.
So -- why was he horny? Maybe it was something the outdoors did to you. Maybe it was just a symptom of his boredom. Whatever the cause, he felt like he'd scream out loud pretty soon if he didn't get his rocks off.
Cindy sighed loudly and laid down her book. "There's nothing to do round here!" she pouted.
"Nothing to do?" Herb replied irritably. "My God, girl, you've got hundreds of acres of beautiful country all around you! Go look at it! Take a walk, learn something. You won't get all this in the city."
"Yes, Daddy," sighed Cindy. Dutifully she got to her feet and started off down the trail. Herb's eyes followed the unconsciously flirtatious wiggle of her slim hips and cute little rump in her tight shorts. Rather to his alarm, he noted that his daughter was unmistakably becoming a woman, and a damned attractive one at that. Soon there would be clumsy teenage boys invading the house, wanting to date Cindy, and he and Betty would be stuck with a whole new set of problems, chiefly the problem of keeping horny adolescent males out of Cindy's pants. All they needed now in their shaky marriage was an unwed, pregnant teenage daughter.
"I'm gonna take a nap," yawned Rick. "There's nothing else to do."
Herb tried to contain his annoyance, not very successfully. "You're sure as hell taking a lot of naps lately."
"Oh, get off his back!" snapped Betty. "If you've got any better ideas, let's hear them! This ridiculous vacation was your idea, Herb, we didn't want to come. If you'll recall, the rest of us wanted to go to Disneyland. So if we're not just bursting with excitement about sitting here with all the flies and mosquitoes, you have only yourself to blame."
For a brief second, Herb wanted to strangle her. Then he regained control of himself. He was appalled that their marriage had come to this, Betty shrewish and nagging, himself short-tempered and wanting to hurt her. God knows, it hadn't always been like that.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "Maybe we're all seeing too much of each other. I'll go up the river and fish for a while."
Betty nodded coldly, and Herb picked up his fishing gear and started out at a leisurely pace. He didn't really intend to fish. He only wanted to be alone, to think. And to his chagrin he admitted that he would probably step into the bushes and jerk off to relieve his sexual tension. Some marriage, he couldn't even get laid!
Sixteen years earlier, he and Betty had been so hot for each other that they couldn't wait to be married. In fact, they hadn't waited. They had been dating only two months when it first happened. Herb, a promising young salesman with a national company, had spotted Betty right away when she joined the typing pool at his office. A tall, leggy redhead with big, beautiful tits, she was easily the prettiest girl in the office. Herb went after her with great determination -- a determination to seduce her as fast as possible. Luckily for him, Betty wanted to be seduced. At least she wanted to be seduced by Herb Smith.
He vividly remembered the night he took her home after a date and she invited him into her apartment for the first time. They sat on the sofa drinking and listening to soft music. Betty had turned the lights down low. Herb was very exited, praying he hadn't misinterpreted her signals. This is it, he had thought, she's ready for me to move in.
He wasn't mistaken. After waiting for a decent interval, he kissed her, and she responded hungrily, worming her mischievous little tongue into his mouth. Instantly he had a hard-on that threatened to burst his pants. He wondered how far she would let him go. He put his hand on her breast, and she didn't protest.
Too eager to be delicate, he had pushed her sweater up over her breasts and unhooked her bra. For the first time, those great soft fistfuls of flesh had fallen gently into his hands. He was delighted to find that her bra hadn't been padded, that those gorgeous big boobs really belonged to her and were as firm and beautifully shaped as he had dreamed. The large rosy nipples were already erect and bumpy with arousal, and when he flicked them wetly with his tongue, Betty sighed and shivered. He eased her down onto the sofa and hunched over her, sucking her nipples noisily and greedily, and she shivered again.
"Ohhhhhh, Herb," she moaned, "You're making me so hot!"
If that wasn't an invitation, he decided, nothing was. He proceeded to find out if she was a real redhead. And she was. As he lifted her skirt and eased down her panties, he discovered a dainty little patch of pussy curls which were a gleaming copper color. He pressed his face to her silky little muff, tongued it, sought out her clitoris. She was obviously turned on, and he wanted to keep her that way.
Her clit was tiny, moist, and bright red, tucked away coyly in the plump folds of her labia. He tickled it with the tip of his tongue, and Betty moaned huskily. He saw hot cream bubbling out of the tiny mouth of her cunt. Jesus, it was his lucky night! This beautiful girl was really hot and ready!
He jammed his mouth on her clit and began sucking loudly, hungrily. Betty wailed and parted her thighs very wide, opening herself to him. His heart hammering with excitement now, Herb licked and sucked her quivering little clit, her plump slick labia, the dark little indentation of her creaming vagina, and even the bumpy hole of her anus. In no time at all, his face was sticky with her cream. She kept opening her legs wider and wider, and she was beginning to move her hips uncontrollably in the motions of fucking.
She wanted it, all right, so why waste time?
Herb quickly fumbled with his fly, only to get the zipper stuck.
"Goddamn it!" he moaned.
Betty giggled. "Be patient, darling," she said. "I'll get it for you."
While he straddled her, feeling ridiculous and clumsy, she carefully unstuck his zipper and eased out his red-hot stiff dick. Her gentle touch made him shiver excitedly, and for a moment he was in danger of shooting his load right in her pretty flushed face. She held his heavy meat in her hands and stared at it wonderingly.
"Golly," she said, "It's big!"
Herb knew very well that he had only an average size cock, so she was either flattering him or she wasn't very experienced. A sudden and rather alarming thought struck him.
"Betty," he asked, "are you a virgin?"
She blushed deeply and gave him a shy little smile. "I'm afraid not, Herb. I slipped up a couple of times. I hope you're not disappointed."
"Hell, no!" he grinned. He was relieved. He hadn't wanted the awesome responsibility of popping her cherry. It might have been fun, of course -- hell, it would have been great fun -- but afterward she might become too attached to him. Herb, at twenty-four, had no desire to get married or even deeply involved with a woman.
Betty still held his cock wonderingly. Obviously it was the largest she'd ever seen. Like a child inspecting a new toy, she ran her hand along the smooth shaft, testing its rigidity. The foreskin was partially retracted, giving her a tantalizing glimpse of purple glans, and she delicately began to work back the wrinkled flesh the rest of the way. Herb shivered at the delicious sensation and steeled himself not to cum in her face. But when she began running her finger shyly around the slick sensitive flesh of the glans, it was too much for him.
"Honey," he gasped, "better not do that! You'll make me cum, and I won't have anything left for you!"
She grinned mischievously at him. "Do you want to put it in me, Herb?"
"Oh, man, do I!" he practically whined.
"Then do it!" she breathed huskily. "Do it, Herb, stick it in me! I want you so much!"
He threw himself down on her, wrenching his stiff meat from her grasp, poking his swollen rod frantically into her pulpy wet labia, cursing under his breath when he couldn't immediately find her vagina.
"Hurry, hurry!" she whispered. "I want it, I've got to have it!"
Just then he hit the mark, and both he and Betty gave loud delighted moans as he sank his stiff shaft into her wonderfully tight little cunt. The vaginal walls were steamy and slick with her cream, yet they clung snugly to his penetrating penis as he slowly glided inside. His oozing glans snuggled against the slick mouth of her womb, his stiff balls came to rest between her outstretched thighs.
"Ahhhh, YES!" she whined, clinging tightly to him. "Give it to me, Herb, fast, hard! Don't be gentle!"
He couldn't have been gentle even if she'd wanted him to. The blood boiled in his brain as he fell to fucking her, his cock moved swiftly and with merciless force as he sought to cum. Betty loved it. She threw back her head, her lovely face contorted in a wild grimace of joy, and her cunt creamed violently all around his sawing, digging prick. She arched her body sharply up against him, grinding her soaked pussy against his stiff root, seeking to take him as deep into her belly as she could. She dug her nails into his shoulders and panted loudly.
"Ahhh, God, yes, fuck me, fuck me!" she wailed. "It feels so good, Herb! Fuck me silly, you stud! Ahhhhh!"
Her uninhibited words made him even more excited. To have this beautiful young girl writhing beneath him, begging for his cock, was just too much. In less than a minute he was on the verge of cumming, and he held back only because he wanted to take her with him. He wanted to make this a night she'd never forget.
"OOHHHH!" Betty suddenly shrieked. "You're making me cum! Ahhhhh, God, it's so good!"
Her slippery sheath contracted violently around his deep sunk cock, squeezing and milking it. Herb bellowed blissfully and shot his hot sticky cum load into her, their bellies squishing and grinding together, his cum overflowing her tiny cunt and spurting out to pool on the sofa beneath them.
Afterward, as they lay panting together, his shrinking penis still inside her, Betty began to giggle. "I'm shameless!" she laughed. "I don't know what came over me, I've never behaved like this before! There's just something about you, Herb. I can't say no to you."
And she never said no to him after that. Most of their dates were spent in her apartment or his, fucking wildly, sometimes three or four tunes a night. They couldn't keep their hands off each other, and when he saw her in the office he would get an erection just thinking about the night to come. In three months she was pregnant, and they got married right away. Rick was born the same year.
Herb hadn't intended to marry until he was at least thirty, but he didn't regret the change of plans. Who would, with a woman like Betty? She was a first-rate wife, she was beautiful, and she loved to fuck. Only an idiot would have asked for more.
But now, fifteen years later, Herb Smith bitterly regretted the move. After the children were born and Betty was tied down with the care of two preschool hellions, the excitement had gone out of their marriage. Herb had been busy and harassed at work, too, rising from salesman to executive. He and Betty were usually too worn out or worried to make love, and when they did, the novelty was gone. Now they were lucky if they made it once a month, and even then it was mechanical and dull. Although they never discussed it, they were painfully aware of how they bored each other in bed. Lately Herb had discovered that he'd rather jack off in the bathroom than go through the stale ritual of making love to his wife. And once, when she thought he was asleep, he had heard Betty frigging herself to climax.
Some marriage! Now, wandering absently down the forest trail with his fishing gear, Herb thought longingly of how badly he needed a new woman in his life, someone fresh and exciting. He supposed Betty would like to take a lover, too, and he didn't blame her. He certainly wasn't Mr. Excitement any more. Yet the idea of adultery was distasteful to both of them. It seemed cheap and childish. Regretfully, Herb concluded that he and Betty had only two possible courses open to them, life-long boredom or divorce. Divorce would be best for them, but what about the children? He and Betty would have to talk about it. They would have to face the fact that their marriage was over and decide just how long, for the children's sake, they should go on pretending.
Chapter Two
Herb felt his rigid, aching prick rubbing maddeningly in his pants. No sense in suffering, he might as well step off the trail right now and get it over with. Then maybe he'd be able to think about something else besides sex for awhile. He found a thick clump of bushes beside the river and stepped into the concealing foliage, quickly unzipping his pants and taking out his rigid rod. As always, he felt bitter about having to satisfy himself in this adolescent way, but what else could he do? He didn't stand a chance of getting a decent lay from Betty.
Suddenly Herb started and froze, his hot stiff meat still in his hand. He'd been staring absently at a pretty little pool at the bend of the river, when, to his astonishment and delight, a naked girl suddenly waded into view. Herb stood transfixed, staring at her. She was a little above average height, very young and slender and firm, her long brown hair falling straight and shining to her shoulders, her pert little white tits jiggling impishly as she moved. Her dark snatch was a tiny, adorable triangle. Herb wanted her so badly, he almost croaked aloud, and in his sweaty palm his penis swelled up even tighter. Oh, God, to drag her into the bushes and ram his aching cock into her tight little cunt! He felt he would die if he didn't have her.
Of course, she probably wouldn't share his feelings. If he approached her with his dick sticking up like that, she'd probably scream and run. Nevertheless, he decided, it was a case of nothing ventured, nothing gained. He had to try. The worst that could happen would be her running away. And on the other hand, if he was really lucky -- his head swam at the thought of fucking the beautiful naked girl. Quickly he stripped off his clothes and crept into the water. He swam toward her with swift strong strokes, but he couldn't be heard over the gurgle of the river. He was only a few feet away from her, when she heard him and turned to look at him.
"Oh, hi, Daddy," she said casually.
Herb almost groaned aloud in disappointment. His beautiful fantasy sank and drowned. Of all the rotten luck! Just when he needed a woman desperately, just when a gorgeous naked chick wandered onto the scene as if heaven-sent -- it turned out to be only his daughter!
"Hi, Cindy," he said, treading water beside her. "I see you found something to do."
"Oh, yeah," she said vaguely, "the water's really pleasant." The girl acted as if she were in a dream, as if Herb had interrupted her in the midst of some absorbing thought. He regretted his intrusion, he didn't like to have his daydreams interrupted, either, and he was about to swim away, when he noticed something very startling.
Cindy was standing knee-deep in the water, her slim legs slightly parted. Herb now noticed a thin but steady trickle of cream running out of her dainty little pussy and down both thighs. Her little chit and labia were so puffed up that her delicate pubic fringe couldn't hide them. He was shocked to realize that his little girl was obviously in a state of sexual heat.
Of course he knew that physically Cindy was a mature woman, even if she was only fifteen. But he had always thought of her as a child. It was a distinct shock to him to realize that she had been wandering naked in the water, having sexy fantasies. He could have understood and accepted it in any other teenage girl, but his own daughter...! And, even worse, he discovered that her excitement aroused him violently. Perhaps it was just the experience of being naked in the wilderness, of skinny-dipping in perfect freedom. Whatever the cause, he and his daughter were reacting very much the same way. Had she inherited his own constant need for sex? He knew she was a virgin, but lack of experience or opportunity certainly don't keep a person from feeling the need.
Horrified, and seeking to distract himself, Herb rolled over to float on his back. Too late, he remembered that he had an erection. Even his recent shock hadn't been sufficient to take away that monstrous hard-on. Now, as he floated on his back, his rigid cock seemed to stick up in the air like a telephone pole. It was enormously thick and bloated, the blue veins standing out vividly, the purplish glans oozing thick cream. There was no way in the world that either he or Cindy could ignore it.
He steeled himself to go on floating lazily on his back, to keep cool. Cindy went on staring at his cock. He noticed that her tiny red clit, already stiff and poking mischievously out of her little snatch, now got even fatter and longer. Cream began running down her thighs again, staining the water: poor little kid, she was really horny! Herb thanked God they were here at Yellowstone and not home in Chicago. If Cindy had been alone with a boy right now, she probably would have given herself to him, unable to help it, just as Betty had given herself to Herb so long ago. It looked as if mother and daughter were very much alike.
Herb felt deep sympathy for his daughter. He understood all too well her desperate, persistent need. In a kind of daze, he paddled closer to her, till his shoulder brushed her legs and her tiny dark fur patch was only inches from his eyes. She hardly noticed, she was so absorbed in looking at his erect penis. He saw her bright red girlish clit poking out from the delicate pubic curls, stiff and weeping juices of arousal. He reached up and gently rubbed the slick little bud.
He did. He wanted to make her cum, to relieve her of what he knew to be agonizing sexual tension. Tenderly he rubbed his fingertip over the quivering little bump of flesh, and the cream poured down Cindy's legs. She poked her pelvis toward him, seeking more friction, and Herb rubbed her more swiftly, catching the slippery little bud between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it between them.
"Does that make you feel better, honey?" he asked hoarsely.
"Ohhh, wow, yes!" gurgled Cindy. Her eyes were very wide now, and she was beginning to pant. Herb congratulated himself on having done the right thing. He was making her feel good, relieving her of her need, and he was teaching her how a boy could satisfy her without going all the way and risking an unwanted baby. The only problem was, frigging Cindy's sweet little clit was making him screamingly horny. If only she weren't his daughter! With any other girl, having gotten her this excited, he could have carried her up onto the grassy bank and fucked her without any trouble. And if ever he'd needed to be fucked, it was now!
There was no doubt in his mind that he was turning her on. Her little cunt was pouring out its juices in a steady hot stream, and her cute little tits were swollen tight with desire, the tiny pink nipples stiff and rigid. A delicate rosy flush was spreading over her body, the kind of flush that used to come over Betty when she was getting balled and loving it. Herb swallowed hard as he remembered those times. Christ, it had been great while it lasted! Dizzy with excitement, he trailed his finger along his daughter's plump swollen labia, tickling and caressing the pretty pink folds of flesh.
"Oooo, Daddy!" she said and sighed. "Gosh, that feels nice!"
Her hot cream paddled in his palm. He inched his finger toward its source, feeling out the incredibly tiny indentation of her vaginal mouth. Very gently he inserted just the tip of his finger, not wanting to damage her hymen. He almost moaned aloud to discover how tight she was, as deliciously tight as Betty had been before having two babies. Cindy's virginal cunt was only the width of a pencil, but as Herb slipped his finger into her, her vaginal muscles gripped him possessively, hungrily, automatically seeking to take him deeper. He quickly withdrew his finger.
"Daddy," she said, "is that how it would feel if I did the real thing?"
"Well, yes, honey," he replied, "except that the penis is a lot bigger than my finger."
"I can SEE that!" she said wonderingly, her innocent blue eyes fixed on his erect swollen meat.
"Golly, I never realized it was so big!"
Herb found himself blushing. Enough was enough. He fully intended to bring Cindy off with his hand, in order to relieve her, but he didn't think it was good to display his erect cock to her like this. He had better get the job done fast, then get dressed. He started to rub her clit again, but suddenly, with a little moan of excitement, she drew away from his hand and swung one leg over his body, straddling his pelvis.
"CINDY!" he gasped.
The frantic little girl was squatting right down on his cock, doing her clumsy best to get into her furiously creaming cunt. "Oh, please, Daddy," she said, "I want to see how it feels!"
She managed to get the thick purple head lodged in the tiny wet mouth of her vagina, and then she pushed downward with all her strength, trying to take the enormous tool inside her.
"Cindy, no!" Herb said, seizing her by the waist and lifting her off him roughly.
She burst into tears. "Oh, Daddy, why not? It felt so good, and I'm just dying to find out what it's like!"
Herb leaped to his feet and strode out of the water, his offending prick swaying heavily before him. Cindy tagged after him, crying.
"Honey," he said breathlessly, "I'm sorry, hut you're just too young. And a girl can't do it with her own father."
"I don't see why not!" she said. "I'd rather do it with you than anybody else!"
Where did I go wrong, Herb wondered. All these year of careful sex education for his kids, and he'd somehow neglected to mention incest!
"Well, honey," he said lamely, "it just isn't done. It's against the law."
"That's ridiculous!" Cindy stamped her little foot, and her pretty tits jiggled invitingly. Herb's brain reeled with lust, but he forced himself to shake his head at her, to keep on moving away from her. She began to cry all the harder. "All right!" she shouted angrily. "I won't insist! But can't I at least look at it?"
Herb sighed and laid down on the warm grass. Better to placate her than to have her follow him back to camp bawling. What would Betty say if the tearful girl complained, "Daddy played with me but he wouldn't fuck me!" Not in a million years would he be able to explain that to Betty's satisfaction.
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!
Yet she had gently pushed him away.
"Please, Betty," he had said urgently, "it would be great! Nobody would have to know about it. I've wanted you for years, and I think you want me too."
"That's right, Ted," she replied wistfully, "I do want you. But that's not a decision I want to make impulsively. I've never been unfaithful to Herb, and if I am, I want to think about it very carefully first."
So Ted had reluctantly agreed to wait two months for her decision. That was the only reason she had given in to Herb's ridiculous idea of a camping trip, so she would have time to be alone and to think. But she wasn't getting much thinking done. The urgent and persistent demands of her body kept interfering, the maddening need to make love right now and not at some vague time in the future. If only Ted Cameron were here, she felt she'd give herself to him in an instant! But there was only Herb.
Perhaps being Ted's mistress was the solution. She could go on feigning a happy marriage to Herb for the children's sake, and whenever she got the chance, she could jump into bed with Ted. She didn't like the idea of deception, of adultery, but it was better than this endless desire which threatened to drive her crazy.
Like right now. The sun seemed to beat down right through her thin shorts, heating and arousing her pussy, and as she thought of Ted, her juices seeped out endlessly, wetting the canvas seat of her chair. She had read the same page in her magazine for the past hour, without absorbing a word of it. This was silly! She'd better take a walk, try to shake herself out of this yearning mood before supper time and the return of her family. With a prolonged wistful sigh, Betty got up and began walking down the trail. To her annoyance, her tight denim shorts rubbed her just where she least needed to be rubbed right now, in the aching, creaming folds of her labia. She imagined Ted touching her there, and her vagina contracted violently, soaking the crotch of her shorts. Oh, God, would this nagging horniness never end?
Betty rounded a turn in the trail and stopped short, gawking. A few yards away, her son Rick was wading, naked, in the shallow water of a small pool. She was overcome by the beauty of his young hard body. It occurred to her then how long it had been since she'd given Rick his bath, years now. Though not quite a man yet, at sixteen he was certainly not a child any longer. His shoulders were beginning to broaden, his arms and legs were sleek and trim with muscles, and around the root of his dangling white penis she could see the first wispy signs of pubic hair. My God, she thought dizzily, that kid's going to have tremendous dong on him! The last time she'd bathed the child Rick, his floppy little peter had been smaller than her little finger. Now it was a good four inches long and thicker than her thumb. His rosy balls had grown, too, approaching mature dimensions. As he kicked the water, creating great sheets of white spray, his young cock bounced loosely and slapped against his hard thighs. Something about it held Betty's attention rigidly. Perhaps it was the paleness, the purity, the nearly hairless perfection of that boyish prick. She didn't know. She only knew she couldn't take her eyes off it.
Suddenly Rick happened to turn and catch sight of her. "Oh, hi, Mom!" he called, waving lazily. "You oughta come in! The water really feels good."
Betty forced herself to stop staring at his penis. She wandered over to the bank of the river and smiled affectionately at her son. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, darling," she said. "Perhaps I will go back to the tent and get my bathing suit. It looks like fun."
Rick shrugged. "Who needs a suit? Jeez, Mom, there's nobody around for miles. I don't know what you're worried about. Why don't you just jump in?"
Betty felt hot, harassed, and sticky with her own juices. The water would feel wonderful on her bare skin. Rick was right, it was silly to be modest around her own family. She reached out, tousled the boy's silky hair, and began to undress. A quick dip, she decided, and her spirits would be restored.
Rick turned away, attempting to give a nonchalant impression, but in fact he was powerfully excited. It hadn't occurred to him till just now, but he'd never seen a completely naked woman before. When inviting Betty to swim, he'd just thought of her as his mother -- but, of course, she was a woman, too. Was she ever! Many times over the past year or so, he'd noticed what a swell figure his mother had, how sexy she looked in comparison to a lot of other women her age. His friends' mothers, for instance, seemed to spend their lives in hair rollers, cold cream, and bathrobes. Not Betty. He was proud of her, and he got a kick out of the way his friends would blush and stare helplessly at her big beautiful tits when they met his Mom for the first time. Sometimes he even caught himself envying his Dad.
"Ooooo, it's cold!" Betty squealed behind him. He heard her approaching, and he blushed deeply, praying she wouldn't notice his excitement. He forced himself to turn around slowly, to give her a casual smile.
Man, oh, man!
She was even more beautiful than he'd dreamed. Her flesh was peach-colored and smooth, inviting to the touch, and her tall body was perfectly curved. She wasn't any skinny fashion model type, and he was glad. Her small firm waist only accentuated the wide, mature swell of her hips and breasts, giving a dizzying impression of femininity. He gazed briefly at the little copper-colored triangle of mons fur, but his admiration was chiefly reserved for her breasts, the biggest, loveliest pair of boobs he'd ever seen. He remembered vividly how as a little boy he'd loved to snuggle against her, pressing his face to those great cushiony tits. Even now, one of her breasts was almost as big as his head. The pink nipples stood bumpy and erect from contact with the air, seeming to stare at him like two flirtatious eyes. He felt a crazy urge to run his hands all over those big wiggling melons.
Rick was so absorbed in staring at his mother's tits that he didn't notice her equally intent glance at his genitals. Up close, Betty found his half-grown cock and balls even more enticing. She hadn't allowed him to be circumcised as an infant, believing that she had no right to rob him of what might be an essential part, and now she was doubly glad of her decision. His floppy white penis ended in an adorable little wrinkle of pointed flesh which mischievously hid the glans inside. She found herself aching to work the foreskin back, to play with that jaunty, dangling little finger of flesh... Christ, she must really be hard up if she started getting ideas like that about her own son!
"Race you to the other side!" she said quickly.
"You're on!" agree Rick.
Mother and son dived into the water and streaked across the river. Halfway across, Betty realized that it had been a bad idea. She had sought to end an awkward moment, to distract herself from Rick's naked body, and she had given no thought to the hazards of the swift river. In the middle it was very deep, and the current was too strong for even an expert swimmer. She felt herself being tugged downstream, toward sharp rocks and waterfalls, but her only thought was for the boy.
"Rick!" she shouted.
He, too was aware of the danger and was trying desperately to reach her. "Mom!" he cried: "That branch, can you reach it?"
Betty twisted her head and saw a long low tree branch extending out over the river, perhaps five yards away. Signalling Rick to follow her, she struggled in that direction. The current fought her savagely, and for a while she thought she wouldn't reach the branch. Then, in a final desperate lunge, she managed to grab the very end of it, then to haul herself further toward the shore. She saw Rick cascading past her, and she stretched out her arm and succeeded in catching his hand. Gasping, they used the branch to haul themselves into shallow, still water.
"Oh, darling!" Betty cried. "I'm so sorry! That was a stupid idea!"
"It way my idea, too," Rick panted, giving her a sheepish grin. "I should have thought it out. Christ, we almost got killed!"
As he put his fear into words, he and Betty impulsively grabbed each other and hugged each other tightly. Then they made their way to shore, arms around each other's waist, acutely aware of how much they loved each other and how close they had come to disaster.
"Whew!" Rick said, flopping down into the warm, thick grass. "Let's get our breath back!"
Chapter Four
Betty lay down beside him, and he put his head on her shoulder, as he used to do when he was a small boy and frightened about something. She caressed his hair, and the boy nuzzled happily against her, secure in her warmth and attention. With the hot sun beating down on them and the delicious smell of the grass, mother and son felt a dream-like suspension of time and reality. There were only the two of them in the whole world at that moment, and they didn't need anybody else. Rick snuggled still closer to his mother, and his wet hand accidentally touched one of her big swelling tits.
Betty felt electrified. Her breasts were extremely sensitive, and she was easily aroused when they were touched. Rick's cool hand felt great on her tender flesh, and although she knew she should shrug it away, she couldn't bring herself to move. Perhaps it was best, anyway, not to make a big deal of it. One thing she and Herb still agreed about was that the children should never be taught any inhibitions about sex or about the human body. With a little sigh, Betty let her son's hand remain where it was, barely cupping the lower swell of her left breast.
When his mother said and did nothing to discourage him, Rick smiled gleefully to himself. Maybe she hadn't noticed. It had been quite accidental, touching her there, but now that he'd done it, he was thinking excitedly about further explorations. He moved his hand upward just a little, very gently so as not to alarm her. Now his palm covered the lower quarter of that huge tit, and he marveled at the softness, the tenderness of her flesh. Slowly he moved upward till felt the bumpy flesh of her nipple against his hand. He placed a curious finger on it, circling it and feeling it stiffen. His mother gave a low sigh.
Unable restrain himself, Rick suddenly sat up and put both hands boldly on her breasts, fondling and squeezing them feverishly, getting delicious fistfuls of quivering cushiony flesh. He noticed a very strange expression coming over her face. At first she gawked at him, wide-eyed, but as he continued his swift tit-fondling, her eyes seemed to roll and then they closed. Her head sank back heavily in the grass, and her mouth opened to emit another sigh. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like she was grinning!
Really excited now, the boy squeezed her big soft jugs even more firmly and commandingly. He thought of his teenage girlfriends and all the brief, frantic groping in parked cars. He'd removed a few bras and fondled a few tits in his time, but never a magnificent pair of jugs like these. His mother made all those timid little girls seem flat-chested and unexciting. And to add to his joy, she seemed to like what he was doing to her.
Betty was ashamed of herself but, in fact, she was loving every second of this bizarre scene, and just couldn't bring herself to tell Rick to stop. Her whole body buzzed with excitement, and his feverish pawing of her breasts caused shocks of pleasure to shoot from her nipples right to her violently creaming cunt. She felt her juices steaming out to wet the grass, and for a brief, dizzy moment, she thought how easy it would be right now to lift Rick onto her body and let him sink his stiff little rod into her starved, aching vagina. She moaned hungrily as she imagined how wonderful it would feel and how terribly she wanted it. But it was insane. Rick was her son!
And if it was wrong for her son to ball her, what the hell did she think she was doing now, letting him play with her tits? Reluctantly, Betty shook herself into a sense of reality. Smiling gently, she reached out and took his hands, removing them from her quivering breasts.
"That's enough, dear," she said. "We ought to be getting back to camp."
Intense disappointment clouded his handsome young face. Just when he was getting somewhere! Damnit, he'd been certain she was enjoying it, so why did she suddenly back off? He would never understand grownups and the silly way they had of spoiling their own fun.
"Aw, not yet, please!" he whined. "It's a long time till supper, let's stay here a while."
Betty eyed him closely, wondering exactly what was on his mind. When he had fondled her breasts, was it just a game, just mischief, or had he actually been aroused? She decided that the gesture had been innocent. Rick was sixteen, plenty old enough to feel sexual impulses, but not for his own mother! That was unthinkable.
"All right, dear," she said, "we'll stay just a little while longer."
Rick grinned and snuggled happily into her arms again. When he didn't resume his play with her tits, Betty relaxed. She began to caress him affectionately, maternally, enjoying the feel of his smooth sleek young body. Rick sighed and went limp and submissive, enjoying her gentle touch. The sun continued to beat down, and Betty felt almost hypnotised with physical comfort, hardly knowing when her hands wandered.
Then, quite suddenly, she realized that she was fondling her son's penis.
It had happened quite innocently, without her aware of it until her fingers curled around the limp soft shaft. Certainly Rick had betrayed no unusual reactions, only giving a particularly happy sigh as she touched him there. Now the rubbery little prick snuggled warm and soft in the palm of her hand, virginal and innocent. She couldn't resist giving it an affectionate little squeeze. Rick sighed again.
She knew she should stop right there. This was forbidden territory, she had no business touching him there. Yet, as if possessed by some overpowering dark instinct, Betty found herself pumping his hot little peter, then trailing her tickling fingers down over the limp warm sacs of his balls, into the smooth bare space between his legs, and over the bumpy surface of his anal opening. Everything about him was so clean and smooth and inviting. Impulsively, she withdrew her hand for a moment, lubricated the tip of her little finger with her own abundant pussy juices, and then teasingly inserted the finger a little way into his tight anus, pumping gently.
"Ahhhh!" sighed Rick.
She felt his sphincter muscle relaxing, inviting further penetration, and she inched her finger farther into his clinging hot asshole.
"Oh, wow!" Rick squealed. "I really dig that! Keep doing it!"
Betty blushed hotly. She knew it was an incredibly wicked thing to do, but she just couldn't resist giving him pleasure. She worked her finger into his rectum as far as she could, impaling him stiffly and snugly, then began to pump and probe. Rick wriggled happily in her arms. With her free hand she rubbed and tickled his floppy little cock and balls, heightening his pleasure.
"Awww, yeah!" the boy moaned. "Great! Play with my cock, Mom, pump it!"
Dizzily, Betty obeyed, curling her fingers around the flaccid little shaft and pumping it firmly. Rick whinnied and bucked, hugely enjoying the double play with his anus and cock. Then suddenly Betty stopped, freezing in alarm. To her horror, Rick's immature penis was going ramrod stiff in her hand.
You fool, she told herself angrily, you should have known that would happen! Of all the disgusting things to do, playing with her son's prick till she gave him a hard-on!
With a loud pop she pulled her finger out of his asshole, and she dropped his stiffened prick as if it had burned her hand. "Rick," she said shakily, "I really think we'd better get back to camp now."
No way, Rick thought furiously. She had brought him nearly to the point of cumming, and he'd die if he didn't shoot now. Why did she torture him like this? It wasn't like his mother to deny him anything. He would demand now that she finish the job!
But how to put it into words? Mutely, giving her a look at once defiant and pleading, he seized her hand and placed it on the hard shaft of his young penis, rubbing her palm back and forth over the rigid organ. She'd have to be pretty dense not to understand what he wanted.
Betty met her son's gaze and blushed deeply. She understood well enough. She understood not only that be needed relief, but that it was all her fault. She had made him unbearably horny, and it would be too cruel to abandon him now. She must finish what she had started.
Nodding to him, she looked down at his rigid white prick, thinking to pump him quickly into orgasm. But that would be ignoring her own needs, which were just as urgent as his. Fucking him was out of the question, but there was something else she wanted to do, something which could bring her just as much pleasure. Again she blushed. She hadn't realised until this moment just how badly she wanted to get her mouth on that adorable little cock.
In the good days of their marriage, Betty had always loved sucking Herb's cock. It was an endless source of excitement to her, and he was more than pleased when she wanted to go on doing it for hours at a tune. But their relationship had soured, and it had been years now since she'd had a really good cocksucking session. She eyed her son's pale stiff prick, and she couldn't resist. What harm would it do? Technically, he'd still be a virgin, nobody could really call it incest if she only gave him a blowjob.
Saliva pooled hotly in her mouth, and with a wild lusty moan, Betty went down on him, straddling his slim body and jamming her hot mouth onto his stiff little dick. She kissed it, licked it, nibbled it, swiftly working the wrinkled foreskin back with her lips. She was delighted to find his glans a bright cherry-red, so much prettier than the menacing purple of the adult. At the tip was a tiny dark hole, oozing a pearly little droplet of cream. Betty eagerly lapped up the droplet, savoring its light salty flavor on her tongue before swallowing it. She couldn't wait any longer, she just had to get a mouthful, a real taste. With a hungry growl she took his stiff young cock into her mouth and began sucking it loudly and greedily.
Rick sighed blissfully. He couldn't believe his luck. He would have been satisfied just to have her jerk him off, and he hadn't expected this wonderful treat. He'd heard of blowjobs before, from older boys, but had never experienced one. Once he asked a girl to suck him, and she slapped his face instead. Now he was finding out how really great it was to have his cock sucked. It was hot in his mother's mouth, and the tender tissues of her palate, cheeks, and tongue enveloped him slickly, deliciously. As she sucked him, Betty began to drool uncontrollably, adding a steaming bath of saliva to all the other delightful sensations he felt. He began to pump his hips instinctively, feeding her his stiff tool, and she responded by sucking him all the harder and faster.
As if this weren't happiness enough, Rick was also getting his first prolonged view of female anatomy. Betty was on her knees, straddling him, with her wide white ass practically in his face. Rick had an incredible close view of her pussy, all its moist scarlet folds and tissues. He found it fascinating but confusing. What were all these things for, and why were they so different from his own equipment? He recognized the anus easily enough, but the rest was incomprehensible to him. Just where her reddish mons patch thinned to a delicate fringe between her thighs, he saw a tiny fat bud of red flesh which quivered and creamed before his wondering eyes. He touched it, rubbing his finger over the tender surface.
"Ummmmmm!" moaned Betty.
Since she seemed to like it, he went on rubbing the funny little button of flesh, and as he did so, he was astonished to see a thick stream of juice pour from a hole in the very center. Belatedly he realized that this tiny opening must be her cunt. Eagerly he began to explore it, poking his finger inside and marveling at the clinging, wet, hot walls. Jesus, wouldn't it feel great to stick his cock in there? Lucky Dad, he got to do it all the time! Rick worked his finger even farther into the steaming sticky hole, and he felt her cunt tightening around him, streaming with hot juice. The deeper he poked, the more she seemed to enjoy it, so he worked his finger in as far as he could.
Betty's brain spun with pleasure as Rick moved his stiff finger in her cunt. If only it were bigger, only it were a real cock! Never in her life had she wanted sex so badly. In her feverish arousal she sucked in her cheeks sharply and sucked Rick's rigid little dick for all she was worth. She loved its stiff weight on her tongue, loved the salty cream that dribbled steadily from his glans. Under her chin she felt his little testicles plumping up tightly, and she shivered excitedly as she realized that he was about to shoot his load. Again her saliva flowed hotly and uncontrollably around his jerking rod.
"AAAggghhhhh!!" Rick suddenly yelped.
He began slamming his belly against her face, howling shrilly as she brought him to climax with her delicious unrelenting sucking. Betty felt the first hot sting of cum in her mouth, and she opened her throat, not wanting to lose a drop. As his young cock jerked and squirted frantically in her mouth, she swallowed greedily, again and again, sucking him dry.
Rick had jacked off plenty of times in his young life, but never had he felt a pleasure even remotely comparable to this. Getting sucked off, he discovered, was a thousand times better than masturbating. He gave himself up to it, howling and, writhing and blissfully spraying his mother's mouth full of his hot seed. Then as his limp organ slipped at last from her lips, he fell back limp and half-faint in the grass, still wriggling and squealing with pleasure.
Betty reluctantly climbed off him. She wished that he had gone on poking his finger in her cunt till she came, but that was too much to expect. He was just a boy, he didn't understand a woman's needs. Sighing, she lay down in the grass and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself and to still the horny trembling of her body. When Rick left, she would masturbate -- she'd have to! -- but for the time being she felt she'd revealed far too much of her animal nature to her innocent young son.
Rick, having recovered his breath, propped himself on one elbow and looked fondly at his mother as she lay beside him. Never had she seemed more beautiful to him than now. Her body was flushed a faint rosy color, and her already huge breasts seemed to be swollen up even larger than ever, the nipples hard and pointed. Impulsively he leaned over her and licked one of the pink bumpy nipples, then tugged at it with his lips. Betty gave a little sob of pleasure. It was then that Rick understood; he had been satisfied, but she hadn't. He felt disgusted at his own selfishness. He'd forgotten all about his mother's needs.
Tenderly he sucked the pretty pink nipple into his mouth, imitating the same sweet motions she'd made when she sucked his cock. He reached down and snaked his fingers through the soft curls of her mons, finding again her fleshy hidden parts. After a moment's fumbling he located her cunt and inserted a finger, pushing it stiffly into her squishy hot tunnel. The effect was almost magical. Betty moaned loudly and arched her body up to meet his probing hand, her cunt juicing hotly and abundantly.
"Oh, yes, Rick, darling!" she murmured hoarsely. "That feels so good! Use two fingers, and keep doing it till I cum!"
It didn't take long. She was so horny by then, she had only to jerk her famished pussy a few times around his impaling fingers, and then she was writhing and shrieking in ecstatic climax. When she opened her eyes again, Rick was leaning over her, grinning proudly. Betty blushed, deeply ashamed of herself. She rolled away from him and got quickly to her feet.
"We've really got to get back now, Rick," she said. "Daddy and Cindy will be worried."
But in fact, as Betty and Rick returned to camp, Herb and Cindy were just approaching from the opposite direction, flushed and smiling and slightly dishevelled, as if they'd had a long and pleasant hike. Betty avoided her husband's eyes. Oh, God, what if Herb found out what she'd been doing? She could never live down the shame of it! But she felt so good, so fulfilled, that soon she was humming and smiling to herself as she began to prepare supper. It had been years since she'd experienced such a satisfying climax.
That evening every member of the Smith family seemed relaxed and in excellent humor. They sat quietly around the campfire, each one lost in his own happy daydreams. Herb was thinking how great it had felt when Cindy had innocently sucked him off. Betty was remembering the marvelous orgasm she'd had when Rick innocently probed her with his fingers. Cindy could hardly keep from wriggling with excitement as she thought of how close she'd come to actually fucking; she was dying to know what it was like, and tomorrow she'd pester Daddy until he promised to show her. Rick was getting horny again as he imagined how it would be to lie on his mother's cushiony body and sink his prick into that deliciously hot slick tunnel of hers. He knew how to get her aroused now, and maybe if he was very careful and very clever and very lucky... Well, he'd give it a try tomorrow.
"You know something?" Herb said. "This camping trip wasn't such bad idea after all."
His wife and son and daughter all smiled to themselves.
Chapter Five
The next morning, for the first time during the camping trip, the Smith children were up before their parents. They were bright and eager, and they even went so far as to cook the breakfast. Rick was thinking happily of the day ahead and how he would contrive to get his mother alone. Cindy was thinking approximately the same thing with regard to her father. The previously dull camping trip had suddenly become a source of delight and excitement to the children.
They were doomed to disappointment.
Their parents had done some thinking in the past few hours, too, but instead of looking forward to further adventures, Betty and Herb were disgusted with themselves and had privately vowed not to let this dangerous new trend continue. Their brief spell of madness, they felt, had passed, and they would be decent parents from now on, encouraging no more unnatural relations with the kids.
Unaware of this private soul-searching, both Rick and Cindy continued bubbly and gay during breakfast, casting significant glances at the preferred parent. The excited boy and girl even volunteered to wash the dishes. Then, when Herb wandered down to the river to inspect the fishing prospects, Cindy excused herself and tagged after him.
Herb heard her coming, and his heart sank. He'd made up his mind to avoid her, and he just didn't need to be exposed to temptation this early in the morning. And Cindy was the living image of temptation, pert and nubile in her skimpy shorts and halter, her little braless breasts bouncing and wiggling enticingly as she ran to catch up with him.
"Hi, Daddy!" she cooed, linking her arm with his.
"Hullo, honey," Herb replied dismally. "It's such a beautiful day, I kinda thought I'd spend it fishing. I'm going way up the river, won't be back till supper time."
"Great," chirped Cindy. "I'll come with you!"
Their eyes met, and Herb saw no innocence at all in his daughter's expression. Her blue eyes gleamed with undisguised sexual heat. He found it disturbing and frightening. Perhaps, after all, he had given her too liberal a sex education, the girl seemed to have no modesty, no scruples.
"Cindy," he said gently, "I'm sorry, but I need to be alone. I've got a lot of thinking to do."
Her pretty face fell and assumed a petulant, pouting expression, "Oh, Daddy, not all day! I'd be BORED!" She wiggled against him, rubbing her pussy against his fly. "I want to do what we did yesterday!" she said mischievously. "That was really fun!"
Herb saw that there was no point in beating around the bush or trying gentle persuasion. His daughter was willful and spoiled, far too used to having her own way. "No, Cindy," he replied firmly, "we must never do that again. I lost my head yesterday, and I regret it, but it's over. You must understand that it's wrong, very wrong, for a to girl to have any sort of sex with her father."
Cindy jerked angrily away from him, her little face burning with anger and frustration. "That's what you said yesterday," she snapped, "and I still think it's ridiculous! It won't hurt anybody, so how can it be wrong? You're just being silly and old-fashioned, Daddy! Please, can't we do it?"
"No, Cindy," Herb said, "and that's my final word. Don't mention the subject again."
"Ohhhhh!" Cindy yelled furiously, stamping her foot. Then she turned and ran back toward camp, too angry to speak with him any longer.
Herb sighed. He hated to deny his little girl anything but there had to be limits. Now he decided to follow his own advice and spend the whole day fishing, far up the river away from his family, especially away from the temptation of Cindy. It was damned hard for a man in his constant state of sexual need to turn down an offer like the one she'd made him. Oh, God, was it hard! He sure could have used a day in the sack with a beautiful young girl. If only it had been anyone but Cindy, anyone but his daughter...
As soon as Herb and Cindy left the camp, Rick went into the tent to find his mother. He hummed happily to himself as he thought of the wonderful day ahead of him. He found Betty getting dressed, just then leaning over to let her heavy breasts drop into her bra. Grinning, Rick crept up behind her, reached around, and cupped the big warm globes of flesh. Betty gasped.
"Hi, Mom," he chuckled, squeezing her plump tits and rubbing his crotch suggestively against her buttocks. "I thought maybe we could take a hike up to the falls, where we can be alone, if you dig what I mean."
Betty seized his hands and put them away from her, then faced him, blushing but determined. "Rick," she said, "there'll be no more of that! It was a terrible thing we did yesterday, but I won't let it happen again. You're not to touch me or even to mention what happened."
Rick gawked at her. He'd been so sure of success, after the way she'd behaved yesterday. "But, Mom," he yelped, "Why? What makes it so terrible? I don't see anything wrong with it. In fact, it was lot of fun."
Betty blushed even deeper. In their attempts to be liberal, modern parents, she and Herb had obviously erred dangerously. Rick seemed to have no notion of morality.
"I'm sorry, Rick," she said, "but I don't think you understand. It's wrong for a parent and child to make love to each other. It's called 'incest', and it's against the law."
"Who cares if it's against the law?" Rick exploded. "It doesn't hurt anybody! Come on, Mom, don't be silly!"
"You can call it silly or call it whatever you like," Betty said, "but that's my decision, Rick, and it's final."
"But, Mom!" cried the outraged boy. "That's STUPID! It's the stupidest thing I ever heard of!"
Betty was looking out the flap of the tent. "Ssssh!" she said. "Here comes Cindy! Now, I don't want to hear anything more about it, Rick, do you understand?"
Rick shot her a furious glance and stamped out of the tent. Betty almost burst into tears. She wanted more than anything in the world to repeat yesterday's delicious games. She was starved for decent sex. But even so, she wouldn't stoop so low as to satisfy herself with her own teenage son.
A few minutes later she emerged fully dressed from the tent and said to her children, "I'm going to walk down to the lodge and buy a few supplies. I'll leave you two in charge of the camp, and maybe you can do a little cleaning up, if you don't mind."
"Sure, Mom," said Cindy, "there's nothing else to do." Rick said nothing, only looked miserably and sullenly at his mother.
When Betty had disappeared down the trail, he got listlessly to his feet and said to his sister, "Well, where do we start on this cleanup shit?"
"Oh, I don't know," Cindy said. "Who the hell cares?"
They glanced at each other and realized they were in the same foul mood. "Let's bag it," Rick said, "at least for a couple of hours. Mom and Dad won't be back till supper, they won't know any different."
"That's okay with me," Cindy said, "but what should we do? Honestly, Rick, I've never been so bored in my whole life!"
"Me, too," Rick said. "I don't see why people get so fucking excited about camping. There's nothing to do. Except walk, or swim. I guess we could do that, we could swim."
"Whoopee," replied Cindy dully.
Nevertheless, she followed Rick down the trail toward the river. There seemed nothing better to do. She tried to shift her thoughts, to think of something encouraging, but she couldn't forget yesterday. In particular, she couldn't help remembering how wonderful it had felt when Daddy licked and kissed and touched all the sensitive parts between her legs, or those exciting moments when she had played with his big cock and almost found out what fucking was like. Why was Daddy being so ridiculous, so stubborn? Why did he want to make both of them so miserable? She felt she would never understand the mysterious inner rules by which adults seemed to operate.
Rick walked along the trail a little ahead of her, kicking stones and trying to control his temper. It was wrong to take it out on his sister, it wasn't her fault that he felt so lousy. His balls ached with need, and all he could, think about was sex, sex, sex. It was worse than ever before, partly because his mother had awakened him to new pleasures, and partly because, having experienced some sex with a real live woman, he would never be content again with merely jacking off. Damn, damn his mother! Damn the stupid laws of society which seemed to rule her life!
"Let's turn off here," Cindy ways saying. "I found a really nice pool here a few days ago."
"Okay," said Rick, following her down a side trail. They walked along the river bank and presently came to a sharp bend in the river where huge boulders concealed a small, deep, sheltered pool. There was no wind here, no current, and there were places on the rocks to sun bathe or dive from.
"Hey, pretty nice," said Rick. "Just like in the movies."
"Me Jane, you Tarzan," Cindy said. "Man, it's hot here! I'm going to get right into the water!"
Rick felt hot and sweaty, too, and without further talk he and Cindy began to strip off their clothes. Only when they were down to their underwear did it occur to them, simultaneously, that it was the first time they'd undressed together since they were very small children. Preserving a casual, nonchalant attitude, they began sneaking looks at each other, filled with curiosity. Cindy wondered if Rick's body would be hard and hairy like their father's, and how big his cock would be. Rick wondered if he would find his sister's slim, immature femininity as attractive as his mother's full-blown figure.
They were both initially disappointed. To her dismay, Cindy discovered that her brother's body was almost completely hairless, except for the half-formed wispy pubic patch, and that his penis seemed only about half as big as Dad's. Rick discovered that, compared to his mother, Cindy was practically built like a boy, with small hips and buttocks and tiny breasts no bigger than tangerines, her mons patch very skimpy and wispy. Both brother and sister sighed and dived into the water.
They swam around lazily without speaking to each other, for about ten minutes, when suddenly Cindy gave a piercing shriek.
"It's a snake!" she screamed. "Ohhhhhh, Rick, help, HELP!"
Rick glanced in his sister's direction and saw a small garter snake swimming innocently in a corner of the pool. Snickering, he waded over and picked it up just behind the jaws, then placed it in the main stream of the river, where the current carried it away.
"Gotta watch out for those cobras," he said and laughed.
"Oh, you think it's funny, don't you!" Cindy snapped, beginning to cry. She was very pale and shivering wrapping her arms around her little tits. "Well, I happen to be scared of snakes, Rick! I'm really scared of them! Yecchh!"
"Hey, I'm sorry!" Rick replied, moving quickly to put his arm protectively around her shivering shoulders. "I shouldn't have said that! Everybody's afraid of something."
Grudgingly she let her cheek fall against his chest. "If we find one more snake," she said, "I'm leaving."
"Aw, it was just a garter snake," Rick said soothingly. "They can't hurt you."
"But it scared me," Cindy insisted. Then suddenly she giggled. "In fact it scared me so much, I have to pee."
"Now that you mention it..." said Rick.
They climbed out of the water, and Cindy automatically looked all around to see if they were alone. "Aw, hell," Rick said, "there's nobody around for miles. Don't worry about it."
Cindy shrugged. Then she squatted, and Rick saw a thin yellow stream issuing from between her legs. He aimed his cock at the bushes and began to urinate, too, although he found it hard not to look at his sister. Cindy was watching his penis with apparent fascination. Then their eyes met, and they both blushed. Finished, they hurried back into the water, but neither of them put much spirit into swimming. Both of them kept sneaking looks at each other's body.
Cindy yawned elaborately. "I'm bored with swimming," she said. "I think I'll lie on the bank and try to get a tan."
"Me too," said Rick, with equal lassitude.
They climbed onto the grassy bank again and lay down about a foot away from each other, both of them on their backs.
"Aren't you afraid of getting a sunburn in the wrong place?" Rick said.
"I could ask you the same question," Cindy shot back.
"Well," he said lamely, "a few minutes won't hurt."
"I wouldn't risk it," Cindy mischievously insisted. "Could make you sterile."
Rick snorted. "What would you know about that?"
"I had sex education in school, just like you did," Cindy replied indignantly.
"Oh, sure," said Rick, "but that doesn't tell you what sex is really like."
"That's true," said Cindy wistfully. "I wonder, what it really is like?"
"I guess that's something you have to find out for yourself," Rick answered, "when you're old enough."
"When are you old enough?" his sister asked eagerly.
Rick pondered. "Well, everybody says you have to wait till you're grown up."
"Bullshit!" Cindy said, "I don't know why, but adults seem to want to hog all the best things, including sex. I don't see any good reason why we have to wait."
"Me, either," Rick said. "Hell, we have as much right as they do to enjoy ourselves."
"Right on!" said Cindy. "Have you ever actually done it, Rick?"
Her brother blushed. "Well, no. I've almost done it, though. Once I got Linda Green's pants off and touched her pussy."
"Linda Green!" said Cindy, wrinkling her nose. "Yucch!"
Rick laughed. "Well, I thought she'd be easy. Have you ever done it?"
"No," replied Cindy wistfully. "Oh, Rick, sometimes I think I just can't wait."
"Me, too," Rick said gloomily.
They lay in the sun, sighing, and said nothing more each other for a while. Cindy was thinking of more things she wanted to talk about with her brother, who seemed to be in the same pickle that she was. Perhaps Rick could give her some advice. She rolled over on her side to face him, started to open her mouth, and then stopped. She was so close now to his penis, and she just had to have a look at it.
It was pale white, lying perfectly limp in the crease between his thighs, the glans hidden by the delicate wrinkled foreskin. Cindy realized now that one reason Rick's cock didn't seem as big as their father's was that Daddy's had been erect, while Rick's was flaccid. She was very curious to know how big it would be if he had a hard-on. She smiled to herself as she thought of how much fun it would be to find out.
"See something funny?" Rick asked.
Cindy cast him a mischievous glance. "Oh, no. I was just wondering how your peter would look if it was hard."
Rick blushed and looked away. He knew he still had some growing to do in that department and felt his penis wasn't very impressive. "Well, forget it," he said. "I don't feel like making it hard."
"You don't have to," Cindy said. "I can make it hard for you."
"Balls," said Rick, "you wouldn't know how to do that!"
"Oh, yes, I would! Bet you a dollar!"
"You're on!" said Rick, unable to resist the challenge of a bet.
Chapter Six
Cindy grinned at him, then reached out to curl her small hand around his limp prick. She gave a little gasp of excitement as she did so, and Rick sighed because her cool touch felt so nice. Cindy wasn't really sure she knew how to make her brother's cock hard, but she remembered yesterday and how Daddy had seemed to enjoy it so much when she touched his big swollen peter and put it in her mouth. She'd simply try the same thing with Rick.
For a few minutes she played idly with his floppy white prick, pumping it in her hand and gently working back the foreskin for a look at the pretty bright red nut beneath. Rick had a very handsome cock, she decided, even if it was a little small. But Cindy, a natural thrillseeker, was quickly bored with this game and wanted to get on to the main attraction. Moving onto her knees, she bent over Rick's taut belly and brought his limp meat into her mouth, sucking it all the way inside. Immediately the sensation excited her sharply, and she began to suck him hard and swiftly.
"Uhhhhh!" moaned Rick, arching his body to dig his excited prick into the fleshy wetness of her mouth. "That feels great, Cindy!"
He wondered where his little sister had learned to suck cock, but actually he didn't care very much, just as long as she kept doing it. What a lucky break that he had accepted her bet! He'd never dreamed he'd get a repeat of yesterday's fun, not with Cindy! He closed his eyes and sighed blissfully. He felt himself rapidly growing hard. So what if she won a dollar off him? It was worth a dollar, and much more, to experience this delicious pleasure.
Cindy gurgled excitedly as she felt her brother's penis growing long and rigid in her busily sucking mouth. And she wasn't thinking about winning the bet, either. She simply liked the feeling of sucking his rod, liked the light salty taste of the cream that now began to ooze from his glans. Yesterday Daddy's thick hot cum had almost choked her, and it was much stronger-tasting than this, yet she had enjoyed eating it. She wouldn't mind repeating that experience.
As she continued to suck him hotly, wetly, Cindy decided to satisfy the rest of her curiosity about male bodies. She hadn't really gotten a good look at Daddy because everything had happened so fast. Now she could take her time, since Rick seemed to be in no hurry at all. Gently, she slipped her hands between his slim, muscular thighs, urging them apart. Rick understood and obeyed, opening his legs wide for her. Cindy gawked at what she saw. It certainly was nothing like her own equipment. His rosy testicles hung limply in their finely-ridged sacs, and between this prominent feature and his brownish anus there was nothing but flat space. Cindy felt briefly superior. Where a girl's vagina was, boys had nothing. On the other hand, she couldn't help envying Rick his handsome little penis. It must be a great convenience when you had to pee. She sucked his cock with an almost slavish touch of admiration, and at the same time she gently petted his hot, limp balls. To her surprise and delight, the flaccid little sacs began to fill and stiffen as she petted them, and Rick seemed to enjoy her touch immensely. He sighed and moaned and wiggled, and when she cupped the now-stiff bags and began to mold them in her hot little palms, he groaned with deep delight.
"Yeah, Cindy!" he said. "Play with me, play with my balls! Ohhhh, man, that's good!"
His cock seemed to grow even harder on her tongue, and cream dribbled steadily from it. Cindy eagerly swallowed it all. She couldn't keep her hands still now. Giving his swollen testicles a final squeeze, she moved on to probe and tickle his anus, thrusting her little finger deep inside the tight tunnel. To her amazement, as she sunk her finger all the way into his asshole, Rick yelped and began pumping her mouth full of his cum. She gulped it all down, and when his shrunken meat slipped at last from her lips, she licked it clean, just as she had done with Daddy.
"Well," she said, "do I win the bet? I mean, your cock's not hard any more, but it sure was hard for a while there!"
Rick giggled. "Yeah, you win! I owe you a buck. Oh, wow, that was fun. Here, Cindy let me show you something."
For reasons he didn't understand, perhaps gratitude or curiosity, he suddenly wanted to try on his sister all the things he'd done to his mother, things which had excited Betty into a wild, mindless state of lust. He wondered if he could achieve the same results with Cindy. He gently laid her down on her back and scrambled between her legs, jamming his mouth down on her tiny soft dark snatch. Cindy giggled and wiggled, but she opened her legs quickly enough when she saw what he wanted to do. She wondered if he could give her the same wonderful sensations Daddy had given her with his fingers and tongue. That would be out of sight!
Rick parted the furry lips of her mons and found the tiny red bud of flesh which he had discovered to be the source of his mother's deepest pleasure. Cindy's wasn't nearly as big as Betty's, but he quickly discovered that it was no less sensitive. As he placed his stiff tongue tip on the raw head of her little clit and began to tickle and massage her there, Cindy gave a piercing shriek of delight and instinctively threw her legs up over his shoulders, giving him complete access to her eager pussy. Sensing her sharp excitement, Rick jammed his mouth onto her wriggling red bud and sucked it for all he was worth. The noise was loud and juicy, and even this seemed to excite his little sister unbearably.
"OOOOOOO!" she squealed. "I love it, Rick, I love it! Don't stop!"
He didn't. Sucking her clit as fast as he could, he felt her cream bubbling out to soak his chin, hot and sticky, just the way Betty's cunt had creamed on him yesterday. Rick was very proud of his newly-acquired talent for turning girls on, and now he decided to go for the big prize, giving Cindy an orgasm. He had achieved it with his mother by putting his fingers in her vagina and pumping stiffly, so maybe the same thing would work with Cindy. Fumbling around, he finally managed to locate the tiny creaming hole and he slipped the tip of one finger inside. She was much tighter than Betty, and his probing finger seemed to give her some discomfort. He quickly withdrew. Obviously he would have to find another way to bring her off.
Then he thought of the delicious thing his sister had just done to him, sticking her little finger in his ass. He didn't understand why, but it had made him shoot instantly, like a bomb. Now, lubricating his finger with her abundant pussy juice, he wiggled the finger inside her tightly-clenched little rectum, sticking it in as far as he could.
"Oooooooo!" wailed Cindy, arching her slim body up to him. "Oh, wow, Rick, that's great!"
He grinned to himself. Working his finger steadily in her asshole with a loud squishing sound, he went back to sucking her clit as well, bathing it hotly with his spit and stimulating it with his stiff tongue. Cindy panted loudly and creamed more abundantly than ever. Then suddenly her little body arched sharply, stiffly.
"EEEEEEEE!" she screamed.
Steaming cunt juice splattered out to wet Rick's face as his little sister writhed and squealed in violent orgasm. She was jerking her pelvis so hard that he had to cling tightly to her to keep his mouth on her wriggling little clit. At last the exhausted, happy girl gave a deep moan of satisfaction and sank limp into the grass. Rick was surprised to notice that her tits seemed larger now, swollen with arousal, the little pink nipples standing straight and stiff.
She smiled lazily up at him. "You look silly," she said. "You've got gunk all over your face."
"That's your fault," Rick said and grinned. "You damned near drowned me."
He dipped his hand into the pool and rubbed the cool water on his face. Cindy just lay there, her legs spread wide, letting the friendly sun warm her slightly bruised pussy. When Rick came to lie beside her again, she sighed happily and snuggled close to him, affectionately petting his limp cock.
"Golly," she said, "that was fun! We sure won't have to be bored on this camping trip from now on!"
"You better believe it!" Rick said. "But we've gotta play it cool. Can't let the folks find out what we're doing."
"I know!" Cindy said. "What's their hangup, anyway? First they tell us all about sex, and then they don't seem to want us to do it."
"Well, that's their problem," replied Rick, fondly rubbing her swollen little tits. "And as long as we're careful, we can have all the fun we want."
Brother and sister lay drowsily, contentedly, in the sun, letting its warmth soak into their naked bodies, lazily petting each other. Very gradually Rick's young cock began to revive under Cindy's persistent massage, and Cindy felt herself growing horny again as Rick tweaked and ribbed her sensitive nipples. She pumped his cock till it was quite rigid again, sticking straight up from his belly.
"Rick," she said, "I have a great idea!"
"Ummmm?" he murmured.
Cindy gave his stiffened cock an affectionate tweak. "Let's find out what it's really like, Rick. I mean, let's actually do it."
Rick gawked at her, scarcely believing his luck. At last, the long-awaited chance to lose his virginity! Of course, she was only his sister, it wasn't as if he'd made a real conquest, but he certainly wasn't going to turn up his nose at an invitation like this.
"Why, uh, sure, Cindy!" he said.
She grinned at him. "Okay, so do it to me."
Rick grinned back at her for a moment, and then his face fell. It was humiliating to admit it even to himself, but he really didn't know where to go from here. He'd never gotten that far with a girl before. All he knew, from having once sneaked into an X-rated movie, was that the man was supposed to he on top of the woman.
Not wanting his little sister to notice his confusion, Rick put on a manly, confident look and crawled on top of her. It was kind of exciting the way her hard little tits poked against his bare chest, and he could tell that she was excited, too. She grinned and giggled and writhed impatiently beneath him. But he still didn't know exactly how to proceed.
"Oh, come on, Rick!" she gasped. "Do it! Fuck me! Put your cock in me!"
As calmly as he could, Rick seized his swollen your penis and began to maneuver in the wet slick tissues between her legs. Cindy squirmed with anticipation, while he wondered desperately where her cunt was. He just couldn't seem to find the damned thing.
"Ohhhhh!" wailed Cindy. "What are you waiting for? Here, dummy, you put it HERE!"
She lodged the head firmly into the wet indentation of her vaginal mouth. "Now push!" she groaned.
Shivering with excitement, Rick pushed -- and nothing happened. He just stayed right where he was. He pushed again, using all his strength, and still nothing happened. Her little cunt was just too tight.
"Oh, damn!" he cried. "There's not enough room, Cindy, it just won't go in!"
She gave a little sob of frustration. "It's because I'm a virgin, I guess. There's supposed to be something in the way, the hymen I think it's called. You have to break through it. I'll push, too, at the same time. Ready, set, GO!"
Rick rammed his aching cock forward just as Cindy slammed her pussy hard against him, and there was a loud pop. "OOOOOOO!" gasped Cindy.
Rick looked down at her, slightly cross-eyed with sudden pleasure. He had broken through, all right, and now his cock was deliciously buried in her hot, tight little sheath. He began to move it in and out, moaning his joy. At first Cindy grimaced with pain, but after a few moments her face softened, her eyes glowed, and he felt her clinging vagina creaming hard all around him.
"Oooooohhhh, Rick!" she whimpered. "It feels so good! I just love it! Do you like it, too?"
"Oh, man!" sighed Rick. "It's the greatest! I love it too, Cindy!"
He was no longer confused or embarrassed, no longer worried about how to proceed. It was simple, deliciously simple, you just did whatever felt good. Like magic, Cindy seemed to enjoy everything he did to her. When he obeyed his urge to dig deeper into her and to ball her as hard as he could, she shrieked her pleasure and ground her creamy little cunt all around his impaling tool. They were so excited, they climaxed together in a matter of minutes, Rick howling and squirting his cum hotly into his sister's convulsing cunt.
"Oh, wow," said Cindy, hugging him affectionately, "that was wonderful, Rick! Let's rest a little bit and do it again!"
They fucked all day, and around four o'clock they staggered back to camp, flushed and goggle-eyed with pleasure, just in time to do a quick clean-up and start supper before their parents returned. Herb arrived first, dragging and tired looking. He opened a beer immediately and sank into his chair. Betty got there shortly afterward, looking hot and exhausted and ill-tempered. Nevertheless, she managed a smile for her children. They looked so flushed and healthy and happy after their day outdoors.
"Well, you two," Betty said, "I hope you had a nice day."
"Oh, yessss!" Cindy said. "We had a wonderful time, didn't we, Rick?"
"We sure did!" the boy exclaimed. "Nothing like getting back to Nature!"
Herb smiled, too. "I'm glad to hear that," he said. "I'm glad you kids are changing your mind about this vacation."
"Oh, Daddy," cooed Cindy, coming over to kiss his cheek, "it's the best vacation I ever had!"
"Well, my goodness!" Betty said. "What made you two change your minds like this?"
"Aw, nothing much," Rick said and shrugged. "We just discovered a great new swimming hole."
He turned his back on his parents and winked at Cindy.
Chapter Seven
Rick and Cindy slept soundly that night, exhausted after their day's fun, but their parents weren't so fortunate. Feigning sleep, Herb and Betty tossed and turned in maddening frustration and longing. Betty's long hike to the lodge had not succeeded in taking her mind off her essential problem, a sexless marriage, nor had Herb's day-long fishing trip improved things for him.
Around midnight, Betty couldn't stand it any longer, and she decided to go for a walk, hoping to distract herself and perhaps to get over her insomnia. She got quietly out of her cot, slipped into her sandals, and, putting a sweater over her nightgown, left the tent. Herb noticed her, but thought little about it, turning on his back and trying to sleep. The family dog, Senator, also watched Betty leaving, but the big Saint Bernard's reaction was far from indifferent. Anxious about his mistress, he padded over to Herb's cot and put one enormous forepaw on Herb's shoulder.
"No, Senator, go away!" Herb said. "It's all right. Go back to sleep."
But Senator wouldn't give up. When Herb didn't respond, the big dog trotted, over to Rick's cot and seized the boy's pajama sleeve in his teeth, tugging insistently.
"Huh?" muttered Rick. "What is it, boy?"
Senator gave a low whine of distress. Yawning, Rick crawled out of bed and followed the dog out of the tent to see what the trouble was, if any. Then Rick saw his mother disappearing down the trail in the moonlight, her nightgown flapping gently in the slight warm wind. Instantly all Rick's longing for her was wakened.
"Good boy," he said, patting the dog's head. "It's all right, I'll go with her."
Dismissing the dog, Rick started quickly and quietly after Betty. But Senator wasn't satisfied. He didn't like the idea of his people being out at this dangerous wilderness. Alert and anxious, he went after them.
Rick couldn't understand why, after a whole day of screwing Cindy, he should feel so horny right now. But the fact was, the moment he'd looked at his mother going off down the trail, he wanted her desperately. Cindy was okay, she was lots of fun to be with, but she was easy; no challenge to him at all. Rick wanted the heady, ego-building triumph of seducing a grown, experienced woman. Only then would he feel perfectly confident about his newly acquired talents in lovemaking. And of course, Betty was very special to him. She was beautiful, he loved her more than anyone else on earth, and she was the one woman whom society really denied to him, on account of Dad. She was Dad's woman, Rick wasn't allowed to touch. Well, to hell with all that, he thought boldly. I want her, and I intend to have her! If the old man can't hold her, that's his problem.
Meanwhile, several yards ahead of him and unaware of his pursuit, Betty was trying to come to a decision about her life. Her conscience would not permit her to divorce Herb, it would be too awful for the children if the family were to break up. On the other hand, she had her own rights and needs. She couldn't sacrifice all her happiness for the children. The only answer seemed to be a quiet affair with her neighbor, Ted Cameron, while she went on pretending to be happily married. She hated that solution, it was hypocritical, sneaky, and somehow dirty. But what else could she do? She couldn't go the rest of her life without sex. And since Herb seemed unwilling to make any efforts in that department, she would simply have to find someone else.
Very well, her decision was made. As soon as they returned to Chicago, she would tell Ted that she wanted to have an affair with him. No doubt he'd be overjoyed, he'd been lusting after her for years. And she had to admit, she was really looking forward to it. But this decision didn't solve her immediate problem. Right now, right here, she was burning up with lust, and she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep until she got some relief.
Betty blushed deeply. Now she realized why she'd come on this walk. Her unconscious impulse was to get out of the tent and be alone somewhere, where she could masturbate without the risk of being discovered. Certainly there was no way she could have done it in the tent, with her family all around her. Well, she concluded miserably, it's better than nothing.
She decided just to do it and get it over with. No sense in agonizing about what couldn't be avoided. And she certainly couldn't avoid taking care of the aching need in her pussy, not if she wanted to sleep tonight. Betty spotted a side trail into the woods and followed it. Soon she came to a small clearing with a mossy floor. It was as good a place as any.
Sighing, she sank down on the springy moss and raised her nightgown up to her waist. Her trembling hand sought the moist bud of her clit, and when she touched it, she gasped loudly. Oh, God, how she needed this! Even more, how she needed a man! But with no man available, her finger would have to do. Betty began rubbing her swollen moist clit, moaning softly as the first stabs of pleasure shot through her body.
When Betty left the main trail, Rick almost lost her. He had rounded a turn, and his mother was nowhere to be seen. He stood there in the dim moonlight, cursing under his breath at this seemingly ruined opportunity, when he suddenly noticed the little side trail. He hurried to it, and in the distance he saw the white flash of her nightgown just disappearing into some bushes.
Rick was barefoot and able to move without a sound. He saw the opening to the little clearing where Betty had turned off. Creeping up behind a tree, he peered into the clearing, and got a shock. His mother had sunk to the ground and pulled her nightgown right up to her waist, revealing her white belly and the triangular coppery patch of her mons fur. She was rubbing her clit furiously, moaning.
After a moment, he began to figure it out. Obviously, she was so horny, she couldn't wait. And, of course, she and Dad couldn't make out in the tent, not with the children sleeping right next to them. But why hadn't she awakened Dad and brought him here with her? Wouldn't that be better than just frigging herself? Well, perhaps she'd decided he needed his sleep. Dad had looked pretty bushed when he got back from fishing. Perhaps she just didn't want to disturb him.
On the other hand, Rick had been noticing for some time now that his parents didn't exactly seem turned on by each other. There had been a time, when he and Cindy were very small, when their parents kissed and hugged a lot and would sometimes go into their bedroom in the middle of the day and lock the door. He and Cindy used to crawl up to the door and listen to the creaking bedsprings, their father's harsh panting, and their mother's low cries. Now as a teenager, he understood that they had been making love. But they didn't do that any more. They snapped at each other a lot, or maintained hostile silence, and they never touched each other. It had been years since he'd heard the bedsprings creaking or any of those other sounds coming from their room.
So maybe that was it, his parents just weren't making it any more. Rick felt sad, even a little alarmed -- it would be awful if they were to get a divorce. But his immediate concerns right now were Betty and his own insistent lust. And if his Dad wasn't satisfying her, all the better for Rick. He was sorry they were having problems, but right now he intended to take full advantage of the situation.
The sight of his voluptuous mother furiously frigging herself excited the boy powerfully. He quickly stripped off his pajamas and stepped naked into the clearing, his young cock standing stiff and white in the moonlight. Betty at first could only make out the vague shape of his body, and she gasped and froze. Oh, my God, had the intruder realized what she was doing? She felt hot shame and humiliation to be caught like this, helplessly masturbating. And who was the intruder? Was she in danger?
"Don't panic, Mom," said Rick's familiar voice, "it's only me."
Betty relaxed for a moment, then the shame washed over her again. It was only Rick, but he had seen her just the same. Blushing deeply, she snatched her hand away from her clit and pulled her nightgown into place.
"Rick, what are you doing here?" she asked nervously.
"Senator woke me up. I guess he got worried when you left."
"Oh," replied Betty lamely, "well, it's nothing, I just couldn't sleep, so I decided to take a walk." Some walk, she thought miserably. How could Rick possibly believe this feeble story, when he'd caught her lying there with her nightgown pulled up, her finger working frantically on her clit?
Now he walked over to her, and she saw that he was naked, his adorable young cock stiff as a poker and swaying lazily as he moved. He sat down beside her on the soft moss and abruptly pulled her nightgown up again.
"Let's be straight with each other, Mom," he said. "I saw what you were doing."
"Oh, God!" muttered Betty, hiding her face with her hands. "Please, Rick, I'm only human. Let me have my faults. Let's not talk about it."
"I wasn't criticizing you," Rick said hastily. "You don't understand. I don't see anything wrong with bringing yourself off. That's not the point." Gently but firmly he laid his hand on the springy fur of her mons. "The point is, if you were horny, why didn't you tell me? You know I'd love to take care of you..."
"RICK!" Betty gasped, rolling away from him and springing to her feet. "Have you forgotten what I said this morning? We can't do that, it's all wrong!"
Rick bounded after her. "Aw, cut the crap, Mom! Why shouldn't we have some fun together? It's stupid not to. I need somebody really bad, and there's no one but you. And obviously Dad isn't taking care of you."
Betty hung her head. So Rick had noticed the strained state of their marriage! She had prayed the children wouldn't see how bad things were, but her efforts had failed. "Rick," she said gently, "it's true that your father and I aren't getting along too well at the moment, but it will pass. And in the meantime, it would only make things worse if I got involved with you."
"Bullshit," said Rick, coming over and putting his arms around her. "He doesn't have to know a thing about it, and it'll make you feel better, a lot better!"
Betty moaned as Rick tightened his embrace and reached under her nightgown to rub her famished dripping pussy. She needed to be fucked more than she ever had in her whole life, and it was killing her to resist this handsome young boy who was so obviously willing to satisfy her. His finger found her sensitive twitching slit, rubbed it suggestively, and Betty moaned: "Please, Rick, don't! I could never forgive myself."
Matters of conscience didn't concern Rick right now. When it came to his own pleasure, he had no conscience. But he realized he would have to play the game if he wanted to succeed with his mother. He would have to find some argument to overcome her strong scruples.
"Aw, don't worry, Mom," he said soothingly, "nobody would ever have to know about it. And if they didn't know, there'd be nothing to be ashamed of." He kept frigging her clit insistently as he spoke, and he felt her hot cream pooling in his hand. She panted, sighed, she was very close to yielding. Just a little more persuasion. "I need you, Mom," he whispered. "It's just about killing me! Please, please help me out! If you don't believe me, feel THIS!"
He took her hand and placed it on his rigid erect cock. Betty gasped but did not draw away. She seemed fascinated with his penis, rubbing and petting it as if hypnotized. Rick said nothing more, only went on massaging her slick little clit, and for a while mother and son simply stood there petting each other, helpless to stop. Betty was in an agony of frustration as she felt his wonderful rigidity, the swollen length of his young eager cock. More than anything in the world, she wanted it inside her, fucking her swift and hard as she so desperately needed. Her interrupted masturbation had only served to make her hornier than ever. She felt dizzy and weak. Like Rick said, if nobody found out about it, what harm was in it? It seemed silly to torture each other this way. But, no! Whether secret or not, it was still incest, he was still her own son! She must put temptation out of the way right now, she must satisfy him so he would leave her alone.
Betty abruptly sank to her knees and gulped his stiff prick into her hot mouth.
"Hey!" Rick yelped.
He was completely taken by surprise. This hadn't been his intention at all. He had envisioned breaking through her resistance, getting a quick lay. But as Betty sucked him greedily and loudly, he couldn't help enjoying it. It was just what his achingly stiff cock needed. He sighed and reached down to unbutton her nightgown, and soon his hands were playing feverishly with her big warm tits. Jesus, they were enormous compared to Cindy's! And that hot sucking mouth all around his stiff meat felt so good, so damned good.
Betty congratulated herself. She seemed to have distracted Rick from consummating his incestuous urges, and from the way he was whining and panting, she had no doubt she could bring him off in a few more seconds. Then, his passion gone, it would be much easier to reason with him. But it wasn't taking care of her needs! Her whole body throbbed with sexual frustration, and Rick made it worse by playing deliciously with her breasts. As she squatted before him, sucking his stiff little dick, she felt her cunt juices boiling out to plop onto the mossy forest floor, and she thought miserably of how there would be no relief for her tonight except the inadequate action of her own fingers.
Rick felt her hot slick throat opening, taking him down, down inside her. It was great, he wanted to shoot in the worst way. But then he realized that was just what she was trying to do. Of course! She wanted him to cum in her mouth, so she wouldn't have to fuck him! She was trying to avoid the real thing, the thing he had come here to get from her. It was a cheap trick, and it made him angry.
Roughly he pulled his cock from her mouth, gave her a shove, and Betty landed on her back with a startled exclamation. She saw Rick standing over her, his fists balled, his face contorted with anger. What in the world?
"Nice try, Mom," he hissed, "but it won't work! I came here to fuck you, and, by God, I'm gonna do it!"
"RICK!" she shouted in a shocked, strangled voice. She tried to get to her feet, but he threw himself onto her, knocking the breath from her lungs. Before she could recover herself, he had ripped her nightgown open from neck to hem, baring her body. He clapped his hands onto her huge wobbling tits and squeezed them roughly, commandingly. With his sharp knees he cruelly forced her thighs wide apart and slipped between them. She felt his brutally hard little penis poking painfully into the tender tissues of her vulva.
"Don't give me any more shit," he cried savagely, "don't try to put me off again! I'm sick of your phony morality! I know what I want, and I'm gonna take it!"
"Rick, for God's sake!" Betty sobbed. She didn't seem to recognize this angry young boy as her own son. He was completely animalistic, without morals, bent solely upon his own gratification. "Please, Rick, don't do this!" she begged. "My reasons aren't phony! We'll both regret it..."
"Wrong!" snarled Rick. "You might regret it, because your mind's so screwed up, but I won't regret it! So don't tell me what to think!"
Betty was appalled. Her son seemed to have turned into a monster. There was no reasoning with him, and all she could do for now was fight him off.
Chapter Eight
"Stop it, Rick!" she commanded, trying to push him off her body. "This is all wrong, and I won't have it!"
He paid no attention to her words. He lowered himself down on her, his taut young chest flattening her big quivering tits, his belly tight against here, and she couldn't budge him. She knew she could still defeat him if it came to a real fight, that she was still bigger and stronger than he was. But she couldn't bear to hurt him. She couldn't stomach the idea of actually hitting her child. "Oh, please, Rick, don't!" she wept. "Please, I don't want this on my conscience!"
Rick didn't even hear her. He was intent now on getting his cock into her. She was pushing feebly at his shoulders, but he countered by clinging tightly to her. He managed to wriggle his stiff dick into the moist folds of her labia, but he was having trouble finding her cunt. He poked and jabbed frantically, and then, suddenly, to his intense delight, he felt his sensitive glans sliding into the slick little indentation of her vaginal mouth, then into the hot pulp of her cunt.
"OHHHHHHHH!" shrieked Betty.
She couldn't help herself. The initial stiff penetration of his immature prick felt so damned wonderful, she simply went limp in his arms and opened her legs as wide as she could, letting his young cock glide fully into her, till his swollen hot little balls came to rest against her ass. Her cunt muscles gripped him possessively, and she creamed hotly and heavily to ease his way. God help her, it had been so long, so long since she'd had a man! She couldn't help loving it, if only for a moment.
"Awwwww, Jesus!" whined Rick, digging his hard little rod in her clinging pulp. His brain was spinning with pleasure, not only at having finally conquered her, but at the intense heat of her nipping cunt. It was a lot wider and longer than Cindy's, but hotter and creamier, and Betty was an experienced lover, she knew just how to work her cunt muscles to give him maximum fun. She was doing it automatically now, responding just as she had in the good old days when Herb had made love to her. She worked her cunt strongly to suck his cock still deeper into the steamy passage, milking and squeezing him till he squealed and bucked ecstatically. He quickly became mindlessly excited, fucking her as hard as his young body would allow. It was the answer to all her prayers. She lost control of herself completely.
"Oh, my baby!" she wailed. "I need it, how I need it! That's it, darling, that's perfect! Slam it to me, Rick, hard, hard, AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Rick grinned down at his howling mother in complete triumph. Her beautiful face was twisted with animal lust, and her enormous boobs flopped and slapped noisily as he rocked her body with his unrelently fucking. She threw her long legs straight up in the air, and he watched his stiff white peter slamming in and out of her dark hole, forcing out white splashes of cream with every fierce thrust. So this was how it felt to be a real man! The joy was almost too great. His ego swelled as he saw how completely he had subdued this mature woman, how wild he was making her.
"Uh, uh, UHHHHH!" grunted Betty. He was balling her so hard now, she could barely catch her breath, and that was just the way she wanted it. It felt so great, she wished it could last forever, but she was quickly approaching her climax. After years of waiting, no wonder! She joyfully clenched her teeth and arched her body up sharply against his. "Give it to me, Rick!" she panted. "Make me cum! Ahhhhhh, God, yes, yes, AHHHHHHHHH!!"
Her cunt gripped him like a vise as she wailed and bucked in breath-taking orgasm. The mere sight of his mother cumming was too much for Rick, and with a loud yelp he began jerking his hips furiously, shooting his hot load into her womb.
"MOTHER!" he wailed.
As they howled and writhed together in their mutual climax, mother and son failed to notice another shadowy shape entering the clearing. The big Saint Bernard, Senator, dropped to his belly and eyed the couple with some concern. He had been tracking them for some time had found them at last, but their wild howls and violent movements disturbed him. Were they fighting? Should he intervene?
Just then Rick sighed and collapsed in his mother's arms, and she began stroking him and murmuring gently to him. Senator was reassured. Everything was friendly and calm now. The big dog sighed and relaxed. But after a moment the wind shifted slightly, and Senator's ears pricked up and he sniffed the air in sudden excitement. What was that scent? It was coming from the embracing, murmuring couple, and it aroused his most primitive instincts, making him feel bold and urgently adventurous. Now he recognized it, the scent of mating, the strong smell of sex.
Senator gave a low growl and got to his feet, approaching his owners cautiously. He suddenly wanted a mate, but he could see no other dog in the clearing. The enticing odor was coming from the two human beings.
Betty sighed deeply as she petted Rick's hair and held the boy tightly to her heaving breasts. His limp little cock was still in her, and it felt wonderful. She never wanted to let him go. What was done was done, she decided. She couldn't change what had already happened. Tears and protestations would be hypocritical at this point. She might as well just lie back and enjoy the moment. Tomorrow, when she was rested and thinking clearly again, she could have a long talk with Rick and make him understand why their incestuous relationship couldn't continue. But for now, she would take what little pleasure still remained.
Rick sighed and gave a few feeble jerks of his hips, attempting to work his shrunken cock again in her mushy hot passage. "Damn," he said, "I want to do it again, but I can't get hard!"
Betty laughed. "Well, for heaven's sake, Rick! You can't expect to get hard again right away! Even a boy your age has to wait a few minutes."
"Give me some help, okay?" Rick asked mischievously. He slipped out of her and rolled over on his back, his slim white cock lying limp and sticky against his thigh.
Betty grinned at him and got onto her hands and knees, bending low over his flaccid dick. She began lapping it noisily with her tongue, cleaning it of their combined juices. Rick sighed contentedly and closed his eyes, giving himself up to the delicious experience of having his peter licked. His mother's slick tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, hotly tickling his cock, his balls, and his anus. He spread his slim legs wide, giving her plenty of room to work. Betty dipped her head even lower, raising her wide white ass in the air as she licked and gobbled her son's half-grown sexual parts. She was enjoying herself immensely, and she didn't mind admitting it. Tomorrow would be soon enough for more sober thoughts.
Meanwhile, unnoticed, the huge Saint Bernard dog stood a few feet away, sniffing the air intently, trying to locate the delicious scent which had aroused his sharp rutting instincts. Moving closer, he discovered that the mating odor was coming from between his mistress's legs, from the creamy scarlet flesh fringed by reddish hair. Betty's posture, too, excited him, for she was on hands and knees, ass freely offered, just like a receptive bitch in heat. Senator wagged his bushy tail happily and trotted over to Betty, sniffing between her parted thighs. Yes, this was the place! His long red tongue lolled out, dripping with saliva, and he began to lick her pussy hungrily.
"Hey!" yelped Betty. "What the hell...?"
Rick snickered. "It's Senator! Hey, Senator, bad dog!"
The Saint Bernard paid no attention to the boy's admonishment. His sexual instincts were far stronger than any commands he had learned from his human masters. As fast as he could lick and swallow, he lapped up Betty's juices and the remnants of Rick's cum, shivering and wagging his tail as he did so.
"Senator, stop that!" Betty commanded. "Bad dog, bad dog!"
But Senator just kept on licking. "Aw, forget about it, Mom," Rick said, "he's not gonna stop. And he's not really hurting anything."
"I suppose not," Betty said. She didn't like it, it seemed so dirty and shameful, letting a dog lick between her legs. But she wanted to get back to tasting Rick's sweet little prick and balls, back to the fun they were having. She shrugged and dipped her head again.
"Ummmm!" sighed Rick as her slick hot tongue played deliciously over his anus and testicles and cock. "Oh, wow, yeah!" he said as he felt her fastening her lips around his limp meat and drawing it into the juicy heat of her mouth. "Suck my cock, Mom! Yeah, YEAH!"
Betty enjoyed sucking his doughy little prick, but her attention was somewhat distracted by Senator's continued interest in her pussy. The big dog was panting quite loudly now as he licked her, snaking his tongue into every hidden crease and fold of her labia, lapping insistently over her clit and the mouth of her vagina. And, damn it, it felt good! Betty couldn't help murmuring and wriggling her ass, especially when the dog's slick tongue played deliciously on her sensitive slit. Well, she had decided not to worry about anything tonight, hadn't she? So why scold herself for enjoying this unexpected treat? It was a little bizarre, but it was still fun. Hell, why not relax and enjoy it?
Sensing her more receptive attitude, Senator moved in snugly between her parted thighs and wormed his big red tongue into her vagina, finding a new source of the delicious juices he craved. Betty, her mouth full of Rick's wriggling cock, could only signal her intense pleasure with guttural noises in her throat. The long canine tongue searched and probed deeper and deeper, till the dog was actually licking her womb. Betty thought she would faint, it felt so wonderful. She creamed furiously, and the dog eagerly lapped it up. Great, thought Betty, I could even cum this way!
But Senator was getting other ideas. He enjoyed licking her pungent juices, but it was only a prelude to what his deepest instincts demanded. His enormously long, thick, canine penis began to emerge from his shaggy belly, hard and stiff and gleaming. His testicles swelled up with seed, and he began to whine and shiver. It wasn't enough now just to lick her. He felt the overpowering urge to mate. His long dangling dog-cock, fully erect now, dripped its lubricating juices, and he looked frantically around for a female dog to satisfy his lust. But there was none, there was only the human female, crouched and ready, almost like one of his own kind. Driven beyond all restraint, reacting instinctively to her inviting posture, Senator leaped onto Betty's back and began hammering his enormous prick against her vulva, seeking entrance.
Betty gave a muffled cry of astonishment. She felt the furry forearms wrapping tightly around her waist, the rock-hard prick ramming her tender genitals. Then suddenly she dropped Rick's half-erect cock from her mouth and yelled, "OHHHHHHH, MY GOD!"
The dog had penetrated her.
Betty, immobilized by shock, felt the incredibly fat long prick stuffing her cunt relentlessly, steadily, until she was full of it. She felt the dog's huge red-hot testicles slapping against her thighs.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Rick yelped.
He saw her rigid on hands and knees, her eyes wide and somehow glazed, her mouth hanging open, while Senator jerked and bounced over her raised buttocks. "He -- he's fucking me!" she said in a strangled voice. Then, slowly, almost wonderingly, a sensual smile spread over her face. "Oh, Rick," she murmured huskily, "his prick is huge! It feels so gooood!"
Rick lay there gawking at her, hardly believing what was happening. Senator's long red tongue lolled out, dripping saliva onto her back, as he panted and humped her with blinding speed and brutal force. Betty's tongue protruded, too, in her mindless frenzy of pleasure, and her eyes seemed about to pop from her head. Her big tits flopped violently as the dog's humping rocked her body.
"Ooooooo, good doggy!" she squealed. "Aaaaahhhhh, AAAGGGHHHH!!"
She came again and again, unable to count the times that Senator's enormous fat prick jolted her eager cunt into orgasm. When she was almost ready to faint with pleasure, she suddenly felt an enormous flood of dog-cum bursting in her vagina and blasting into her sucking womb. Then the heavy dog collapsed on her, and she fell to the ground, almost smothered by his furry weight. She squealed and shrieked her joy as his shooting, wriggling canine penis emptied itself into her.
Then, in the manner of dogs, Senator abruptly withdrew and sat down to lick himself and rest. Betty whined, and clawed the mossy ground, her pelvis still writhing with the after-shocks of her multiple orgasms. Never in her life had she been so well fucked, and it had been so unexpected!
"Mom!" It was Rick's voice, petulant and insistent. "Mom, you didn't finish with me!"
In fact Rick was miserable with jealousy. He had caught a glimpse of Senator's unbelievably big penis and knew he could never equal it. He had seen how wildly his mother had enjoyed being fucked by the big dog, experiencing heights of pleasure Rick had never given her. He felt he must demand her attention again, or lose her. She must forget Senator!
Betty glanced at the pouting boy and saw that his little white prick was stiff with need. "Oh, I'm sorry, darling!" she said, rolling over on her back and opening her arms to him. "Come on, I'll take care of you now."
But Rick wasn't satisfied. He glanced jealously at the big dog, who was sitting next to them preening and licking himself. "Make Senator go away," he said sullenly. "I don't like it when he watches us."
Betty sighed. The dog was doing no harm, and Rick was being a bit of a bastard. But she didn't want to quarrel. "Senator, go!" she ordered. "Back to camp!"
Reluctantly, the Saint Bernard wandered away. When he was gone, Rick threw himself roughly on Betty and wormed his cock into her flooded steamy cunt. "Now," he said, "we can have some real fun!"
Chapter Nine
At last Herb had gotten to sleep, but it wasn't fated to last very long. He awoke groggily to find someone trying to crawl into bed with him.
"Hmmmmm?" he muttered.
"Daddy, move over!" came Cindy's small voice. "I'm scared!"
Herb moaned and tried to make room for her on the narrow cot. Cindy snuggled up close to him. "Scared?" he muttered. "Of what?"
"All those noises out there," said Cindy solemnly, "the animals and birds and things. And besides, Mom and Rick aren't here, and the tent seems so empty."
Herb began to feel more alert. "What? Where did they go?"
"I don't know," said Cindy. "Mom got up to take a walk, and Rick followed her."
Herb thought this over and decided it was all right. Betty was obviously having insomnia, and perhaps the boy had just gone to check on her safety or to keep her company. "Okay," he said. "I'm going back to sleep."
"Good night, Daddy," Cindy said sweetly.
He turned his back on her and began to drift off again. But Cindy didn't make it easy for him. Presently she snuggled up to him, spoon-fashion, her arms around his waist and her belly pressing his buttocks. Herb customarily slept naked, and so he could feel the soft contours of her body through her thin nightgown. He thanked God he was too sleepy to be aroused by the contact. But then she started caressing his chest, as if fascinated by its thick hairy matting.
"Cindy, honey," he said wearily, "I'm trying to sleep. Lie still, okay?"
"Oh, sorry, Daddy," she answered meekly. Her hands went still on his chest.
He did sleep then, for about a minute. He was soundly asleep, and he began to have a delicious erotic dream in which beautiful young girls pursued him, refused to leave him alone until he'd made love to them. One of them in particular couldn't keep her hands off him.
Herb awoke to find Cindy playing with his cock.
She was lying as still as she could, under the circumstances, still snuggled up to him, her hands groping around blindly as she explored his body. She had found his penis and curled the fingers of one hand around it, holding it securely, while with the other hand she industriously worked back the slippery wrinkled foreskin to expose his sensitive glans. She trailed her fingertip all around the raw head of his cock, sending shivers of sensual feeling through his pelvis.
For a while Herb lay still, pretending to sleep, while he debated what to do. At first he'd simply been annoyed at being bothered, but as he lay there, he became conscious of how nice it felt to have his prick gently petted. He admitted to himself that he wanted it to go on and on. But of he course he would have to speak up and make her stop. This could only lead to mischief, and his conscience was bothering him enough already in regard to his pretty teenage daughter. But, Jesus, it felt good.
Just as Herb was about to speak, the inevitable happened: his prick went erect and rigid in her hand. "Oooooooo!" Cindy exclaimed softly, admiringly. She gripped the thickened organ even tighter, running her hand up and down the stiff shaft, feeling its impressive girth and hardness.
"Cindy!" moaned Herb. "Stop it, damn it!"
"Oh, Daddy," she said innocently, "I just had to touch it again. It's so big!" She had almost added, "Much bigger than Rick's," but caught herself in time.
Cindy sensed her parents wouldn't be too pleased if they found out how she and Rick had spent the day. The funny thing was, even though she and her brother had spent nearly the whole day making love, she still wanted to do it. When the disturbance had happened -- her mother getting up, Senator trying to wake Daddy and Rick -- Cindy had been wakened, too, and she found she couldn't go back to sleep because her pussy was aching for more action. She was glad when Rick left the tent, because then she could be alone with Daddy. Of course Daddy wasn't exactly co-operative -- she hadn't expected him to be -- but now that she'd gotten his peter hard, she felt fairly confident about persuading him to attend to her needs.
"Yes, honey," her father was saying, "but I want to sleep now. You lie still or else go back to your own bed."
Cindy wasn't discouraged. Even as he said this, she felt his big tool surge and twitch in her hands.
She shivered with excitement. It had been great fun fucking Rick all day, but now she was ready for some more adult kind of pleasure. More than anything, she wanted to know how it felt to do it with a grown man, how Daddy's seemingly enormous cock would feel inside her. She had the feeling that Daddy would like to find out, too. But of course he had his silly adult hangups. She would have to trick him into it.
"All right, Daddy," she said meekly, "I'll lie still. But please let me go on holding you."
Herb sighed deeply. If she went on holding him like that, he'd never get to sleep! But as always with Cindy, his heart softened. He could never be harsh with his pretty little daughter.
"Okay, baby, but don't squirm," he said.
Herb settled down and tried his best to drift off again, but it was no use. He couldn't get his mind off Cindy's hot little hands curled around his stiff, needy cock. For a long time she kept her promise, lying perfectly still and no longer petting him. She even took one hand away, and he began to hope she was tired of the game and would go to sleep. Then he felt her pulling up her nightgown. The fluff of her little snatch rubbed enticingly against his bare ass. She pulled the gown up farther, and he felt her tiny firm tits tickling his back. He thought of her slim, eager young body, and he became violently horny, his cock throbbing in her hand. Damn, damn it all!
But he didn't give her any encouragement. He pretended to sleep, hoping she'd get bored and leave him alone.
No luck. Having slipped out of her nightgown, Cindy, beginning to breathe excitedly, pressed her nubile little body against him, rubbing insistently, and again her mischievous little fingers played with the sensitive raw flesh of his glans. Her silky snatch caressed his buttocks, and her other hand slipped between his legs from behind, rimming his anus and tickling his swelling balls.
"Goddamn it, Cindy!" he grumbled. "Let's stop playing games! I want to sleep and I want you back in your own bed!"
Her response was to wriggle her finger wickedly into his asshole. Herb gasped as she pushed it all the way and began to pump. His testicles seemed to swell up to the bursting point. His cock strained its thin sheath of skin, and for one wild moment he had the impulse to roll over on her and ram his meat into her, ending both their frustration. But that was insane. She was only fifteen, a virgin, and his daughter.
"Cindy," he said and sighed, "we don't seem to be communicating very well. I've made it clear that I want to sleep, but you aren't listening. What is it you want? Why are you behaving like this?"
"Ohhhh, Daddy!" she said. "I just feel so hot, so -- so horny!" Herb winced at hearing that word from his little girl. These modern kids! Was there anything they didn't know? "Play with me like you did yesterday, Daddy," she went on coaxingly. "Then maybe I could go to sleep."
Of course, if she really was horny, that was the only thing to do. From his own experience, Herb knew that unbearable lust could keep you awake, and that only its relief would allow you to sleep. He'd spent many restless nights suffering from that very complaint, and always he'd had to jack off in the john. Yes, he could understand Cindy's predicament very well. He hesitated to take up where they'd left off -- he'd have to maintain rigid control over his own impulses, make sure he didn't go too far with her -- but if it was the only way to get this terrible temptation out of his bed, then he'd better do it.
"Oh, all right, Cindy," he said.
In the darkness Cindy grinned triumphantly to herself. Daddy turned to face her in bed, and she lay there submissively while he spread her legs and placed his lips gently in the tiny curls of her fur patch. His hot breath made her excited. With his lips he spread the furry folds of her labia and uncovered her tiny eager clit. His tongue flicked the little bud, and Cindy squealed her pleasure.
"Ooooo! Yes, Daddy, do that!"
She threw her legs up over his shoulders, and he cupped her tiny ass cheeks to hold her firmly in place. Cindy gurgled with delight as his mouth pressed hungrily down on her twitching little bud, sucking it noisily, circling it with his wet tongue. Daddy was so much better at this than Rick! Of course, Daddy had had a lot more practice. For a second she thought enviously of her mother. It just didn't seem fair that Betty should hog Daddy all to herself, while Cindy spent restless nights aching with need. Yet somehow she couldn't imagine Daddy doing all these delightful things with Mom, at least not with his present enthusiasm. He and Mom just didn't act that warmly toward each other. It bothered Cindy, that coldness between them, and she often wished they'd be nicer to each other. But on the other hand, if Daddy wasn't making it with Mom, it was all to Cindy's advantage. He had to have somebody.
Now his slick tongue snaked deliciously through the pink folds of her tiny labia, then tickled mischievously around the mouth of her cunt. Cindy whined and jammed her pussy against his face, mutely indicating her desire to be penetrated. Herb obediently slipped his tongue a little way into her vagina, then stopped, puzzled. Perhaps it was just his imagination, but her little cunt seemed wider than it had yesterday. Her hymen offered no resistance to his invading tongue, which slipped in quite easily. How could that be? Maybe she was just more lusty, more eager. Or perhaps she had been driven to masturbate -- he supposed that happened with a lot of girls. Still it seemed odd that such a noticeable change could take place in just one day.
Herb pushed his stiff tongue deeper into Cindy's narrow creamy hole, and the little girl whined excitedly and wrapped her legs around his neck, urging him to even more penetration. He found no resistance at all and was able to extend his tongue inside her all the way to its roots. She creamed heavily around him, almost smothering him with her clenched thighs and aggressively jerking pussy. Poor little thing, he thought, she really needs it! He began to work his tongue stiffly in and out of her bubbling, steamy little cunt, imitating the action of a penis, and Cindy wailed her pleasure. He reached up and cupped her tiny wiggling tits, squeezing them rhythmically as he tongue-fucked her, and her cream seemed to bubble out like hot lava, drenching his face.
"Ooooo!" she crooned. "EEEEEEEE!"
As his stiff tongue did its work in her clinging cunt, he rubbed his nose against her frantically twitching little clit. It was all too much for the eager girl. With a shrill cry, Cindy threw her slim legs apart, taking his probing tongue in as deeply as she could, and her immature body began to writhe and rock with orgasm.
"Ooooo, Daddy, so good, so GOOD!" she squealed.
He continued to tongue her till she finished cumming, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. It was over, she would leave him alone now. He was so horny he could have screamed, but at least he wouldn't be tempted any longer to commit an unnatural act with his own child. He rolled away from the panting girl and waited for her to fall asleep like the healthy young animal she was.
But he reckoned without Cindy's incredible appetite for sex. Even as she writhed and panted with the last shocks of orgasm, desire built up anew in her pussy. The night was far from over, according to Cindy's way of thinking. This was just the beginning, a short subject before the main feature. She had crawled into Herb's bed with the distinct intention of getting him to fuck her, and until she achieved that goal she wasn't going to quit.
She leaned over him, kissed him, and said, "That was beautiful, Daddy, I just loved it! Now let me do something nice for you."
"Honey..." Gently pushing her away, Herb moved to his own side of the cot and said firmly, "That's enough for tonight. We've got to get some sleep."
"Oh, no, Daddy!" she protested. "It wouldn't be fair if I didn't make you cum, too! I want to do my part!"
She seized his erect burning cock and began to pump it. Herb snorted with sudden pleasure. Hell, he thought, why not? If she just jacked him off, that was no big deal, and he certainly needed it! "Okay, sweetheart," he said gratefully.
Again Cindy smirked to herself in the darkness. She was wearing him down, and if she got him hot enough, he'd have no resistance left. He'd be unable to refuse her ultimate demand. But she intended to play it cool, not to alarm him by coming right out and asking him to fuck her. She knelt beside him and industriously pumped his big penis, stopping now and then to dip her head and lap up the abundant cream that dribbled from his swollen glans. She could barely contain her excitement. In the dim light of the tent she could see the enormous white bulk of his cock, the incredibly thick purple head, and she longed to get it inside her. She felt the bloated shaft throbbing in her hand, and her excited pussy creamed hotly. But it still wasn't time to make her move. She had to get him more excited.
Cindy bent low over his swollen dick and nibbled the creaming glans with her little white teeth. Herb wailed his pleasure. She worked her slick little tongue tip under the loose foreskin and swished it all around the feverishly hot flesh of his glans. Herb whined, and his cock spat a great glob of cream which Cindy eagerly lapped up. Then she fastened her lips around the swollen purple nut and sucked it vigorously into her juicy mouth.
"Ohhhhh, honey, awwww!" wailed Herb.
Cindy sucked him noisily and swiftly, at the same time tickling his balls and anus. She jammed her little finger stiffly into his asshole, and Herb almost shot off the cot in his excitement. The delicious, hot, juicy sucking continued, and he found himself arching his body and straining for climax. He dug his stiff meat into her slick throat, he was on the very verge of cumming, and his breath came in ragged gasps.
With lightning speed, Cindy released his cock from her mouth, straddled him, and plunged her hotly creaming little cunt right down on his rigid dick.
"CINDY!" he yelped.
In the faint moonlight he saw the gleeful look on her pert little face as she slid down his slick pole. By the time he recovered from his shock, it was too late, she had succeeded in impaling herself all the way on his stiff-standing cock.
"Oooooo!!" she squealed.
Cindy's eyes rolled feverishly in her head as she felt her father's enormous long penis entering eager little cunt. It was even bigger and harder than she'd thought, and for a moment she was actually afraid. Its incredible thickness stretched her inexperienced vagina almost to bursting, and it was so long that it butted her womb. Her cunt was thoroughly stuffed, her belly so full she could hardly breathe.
But she didn't tear, she didn't feel pain, only a wonderful, ecstatic sensation of being well stuffed with cock. Rick's skinny, swift prick had been lots of fun, but she knew now that she'd been missing something, the real fullness of penetration which comes only from the adult penis. Blissfully she began to move up and down on the rigid pole, her cunt creaming steadily and providing all the slick lubrication she needed.
He gawked at her. He couldn't understand how, if she was a virgin, she could be enjoying herself so much. His cock was far too large for her, he felt -- either that, or he just couldn't believe a cunt could be so tiny and snug. But Cindy showed no sign of pain. Her little tits swelled up tight with arousal, her pussy juiced like a fountain, and she worked herself greedily up and down on him as if starved for friction.
"Honey," he said, "aren't I hurting you?"
"Ohhhh, no, Daddy!" she said. "It feels great! I just love it! Don't make me stop!"
Herb giggled insanely. It was an absurd, unbelievable situation, a beautiful young girl fucking him deliriously and begging him not to stop her! My God, it was all his erotic fantasies come true! He couldn't resist playing the scene to the end. After all, the real damage been done, he was already in her, and it seemed silly to quit at this point. He had to have her! With a snarl of lust, he reached for the crooning girl and drew her down on his sweating body, clutching her possessively. He seized her quivering little ass and hugged it fiercely against him, forcing his cock deeply into her. He began to fuck her, slowly, deeply, his brain spinning with pleasure as he worked in her wonderfully tight slick sheath.
"Ohhhhh, Daddy, Daddy!" Cindy moaned hoarsely. "I love it, I love it, please fuck me, Daddy, do it even harder!"
Herb speeded up the tempo and force of his thrusts, and Cindy writhed blissfully on top of him, digging her fingers into his shoulders. His hugely thick cock forced out her juices with a loud, obscene squishing noise which only excited father and daughter even more. Herb whined and gasped steadily as he enjoyed his first decent fuck in years, and Cindy squealed and howled her delight as she received a cock long and thick enough to satisfy her precocious needs.
With such excitement, it didn't take them long to cum. Cindy's slim body suddenly went rigid, and she screeched her intense pleasure. Herb jerked his hips like a pile driver, ramming her mercilessly, and his cum flooded out, filling her tiny cunt. She couldn't take it all, and the hot liquid streamed out to wet the cot beneath them.
"Ohhhh, Daddy, DADDY!" she blissfully sobbed, quaking in his arms as they came. Then she collapsed, exhausted and happy, snug in his arms.
With the dissipation of his mindless lust, the horrible realization came to Herb that he had just fucked his own fifteen-year-old daughter.
Chapter Ten
The Smiths' big Saint Bernard dog Senator was sad and uneasy. He couldn't understand why his older mistress had sent him away from the scene of rutting, why he hadn't been allowed to stay around while she and the boy had more fun. He felt he had done something wrong, but he didn't know what it was. He had been ordered back to camp, so he went, but somehow things were not right in his canine world.
As he trotted the last yards down the track Senator suddenly stopped and pricked up his ears. Shrill shrieks and harsh howls were coming from the tent where his master and younger mistress were sleeping. Trouble! Growling, the big shaggy dog sped for the tent, all his fighting instincts aroused. He was ready to fight, ready to give his life for his owners. He crashed through the flap door of the tent and skidded to a halt.
For the second time that night, the big dog was puzzled. There were no intruders, no strangers to attack and drive off. There were only Herb and Cindy. And there were those strange noises, almost like cries of pain and distress. The two humans lay close together on the cot, their bodies writhing violently, their voices shrill. Then suddenly they went limp, and Senator understood. That familiar scent wafted from the cot to his alert nostrils, the smell of mating.
Senator was reassured, but he did not relax. His protective instincts were replaced now by another kind of urge, but one equally insistent. The odor of sexual heat caused the big dog to shiver excitedly and trot over to the cot. His bushy tail wagged, and his long red tongue lolled out, dripping saliva.
He barked for attention.
"Oh, it's Senator!" laughed Cindy, rolling over to pet the big furry dog. "Hello, boy. You -- HEY!"
Senator suddenly leaped onto the cot, burrowed his furry face between Cindy's legs, and began to lick her soaked pussy furiously.
"Senator, NO!" shouted Herb.
The big dog paid no attention to him. Cindy giggled. "Gee, Daddy, it feels kinds good! In fact, it feels GREAT!"
Herb shook his head, half in exasperation and half in helpless affection for his remarkable daughter. The girl seemed endlessly lusty. He watched the excited Saint Bernard licking noisily between her legs, and he could see how she might enjoy it. It would be just like having a guy go down on her, only Senator's tongue was even bigger and wetter and faster. Herb still felt he should pull the dog off her, but, then, what the hell, it was a crazy night anyhow. If Cindy was having fun, why should he interfere? He decided to ignore his nagging conscience, his violated sense of morality, and just dig the scene. All too soon the fun would be over, for he knew that by tomorrow he would come to his senses and end this sinful involvement with his daughter.
Cindy sighed deeply and opened her legs very wide for Senator. Now Herb could see exactly what the dog was doing. His huge red tongue flicked and lapped all over Cindy's most delicate and sensitive parts, her clit and labia and cunt mouth and anus. Once his long tongue burrowed briefly into her cunt, and Cindy giggled, then gasped her pleasure.
Herb moved closer to her, slipping an arm under her shoulders, and she sighed and rested her head on his chest. As the dog continued to lick and taste her, she reached out and began to play mischievously with Herb's limp, damp penis, as if she wanted to bring him into the fun also. He didn't stop her. It felt good.
Cindy got rapidly excited. Her little tits swelled up tight, and a delicate rosy flush spread over her body. Her clit stood up stiff and eager under Senator's flashing tongue, and her labia and cunt began to cream and glisten. She breathed heavily, and she began to pump Herb's cock urgently. Rather to his surprise, he found himself getting hard again. At his age, he hadn't expected to get it up again that night.
"Oh, Daddy, look at that!" Cindy cried.
They both started at the Saint Bernard. Senator was sitting back on his haunches now, as if begging, and from his furry belly the astonished father and daughter saw his enormous red, gleaming canine penis slowly emerge. It seemed to go on and on, incredibly long and thick.
"Golly," exclaimed Cindy, "I'm glad I'm not a girl dog!"
Herb winced. The thought of that enormous dog-cock going into any vagina was horrendous. It would split Cindy in half. Still neither he nor Cindy could take their eyes off the Saint Bernard's steadily lengthening penis, which now dripped abundant lubricating juices. Senator began to pant and whine and paw the cot.
"Ohhhh, poor doggy!" Cindy cried sympathetically, adding with a giggle, "I know just how he feels!"
"Me, too," sighed Herb. His own cock was stiff as a poker now under Cindy's insistent pumping, and he could well share her sympathy for the hapless dog. "Too bad we can't find him a friend."
Just then Senator, unable to contain himself leaped on Cindy and began to hammer his rock-hard dog-cock against her tender vulva. Cindy shrieked in fright, and Herb grabbed the dog's collar and roughly pulled him away.
"Senator, no! Bad dog!" he admonished.
Senator whined pitifully and eyed Cindy's gleaming pussy with painful longing. He tugged violently at the restraining collar, and in the frenzy of his need, his strength grew. With a mighty leap, he managed to pull the collar out of Herb's grasp. Before the startled Cindy could move out of the way, Senator was on her again.
"EEEE!!" she screamed.
To his horror, Herb saw the huge dog's enormously thick red penis slamming into his daughter's tiny cunt. Cindy was almost buried under the furry mass of Senator's body, and all Herb could see was her startled face as the dog sank onto her. He grabbed Senator's collar and tried to pull the dog off her, but it was hopeless. Senator wrapped his furry forearm around the trembling girl and clung tightly to her. Herb attempted to lift the dog bodily, but his hugely thick cock stuck in Cindy's cunt, trapping him in her body. There was only one thing left to do, much as Herb disliked hurting his faithful dog. He leaped from the bed and found a frying pan, intending to knock Senator out with it. It was cruel, but it was the only way he could save Cindy.
He ran back to the cot, raised the frying pan, and was about to strike when Cindy's urgent voice stopped him.
"Wait, Daddy, don't hit him!"
Herb gawked at her. All he could see was her childish face peering out from the mass of fur, but there was a definite change in her expression. Even as Senator's hips jerked furiously, testifying to the brutal speed and force of his rutting, Cindy's face softened and the fear left her eyes. Herb watched in astonishment as her skin flushed, her eyes glowed, and she licked her lips sensually. Suddenly she sighed and showed her teeth in a horny little grin.
"Hey," she giggled, "this is fun!"
Herb stood there in shock, dropping the heavy frying pan to the floor, as he watched his little daughter wrap her legs around the furry body of the humping dog. A loud lewd squishing noise came from between her legs as Senator burrowed even deeper into her cunt. Her eyes rolled crazily, and she began to shriek her intense pleasure. Senator picked up on her increasing excitement, humping her harder than ever. Cindy clenched her teeth and threw her legs open wide, moaning and gurgling as a violent orgasm washed over her. Senator licked her face affectionately, then gave a little yelp as he emptied his seed into her.
Herb watched incredulously as Senator drew away and his long red limp penis slipped out of Cindy's cunt, followed by a gush of thick cream, a flood of dog cum which her tiny passage couldn't hold. Senator trotted to a corner of the tent and sat down to lick himself. Cindy stretched and purred.
Then she looked at Herb and flashed him an undisguised leer of invitation. "Come here, Daddy!" she said and giggled: "I'm ready for you now!"
He couldn't believe it. There she lay, her childish labia rubbed red and puffy after all that screwing, after three orgasms, her little cunt still pumping out streams of human and canine cum, and still she wanted more! There was no doubt about it. Her eyes glowed hotly, and she wiggled her hips impatiently.
After years of sexual starvation, it was more than Herb could resist. Grinning, he approached the cot, flipped Cindy over on her hands and knees, raised her little ass in the air, and eagerly stuffed his stiff dick into her soaked cunt. He stood there slamming it to her, gripping her hips to steady himself, his balls slapping loudly against her thighs. And Cindy loved it.
"Oh, wow YEAH," she shrieked. "Ball me, Daddy, hard, HARD!"
He grinned even more fiercely and began fucking her so hard that the cot shook and her little tits wobbled and jerked. He dug deliciously deep into her wonderfully tight pulpy hole, bellowing his pleasure without restraint.
It was just at this moment that the tent flap opened, and Betty and Rick stepped inside.
"HERB!" screamed Betty. "Herb, my God, NO!"
Chapter Eleven
Five minutes earlier, Betty and Rick had left the mossy clearing after three delicious fucks, not counting Senator's rather bizarre intrusion. Betty's cunt was blissfully sore and satisfied, and cum streamed down her legs as she walked back to the campsite. She knew she should be thoroughly ashamed of herself, but all she could feel was a wonderful sense of fulfillment. After waiting and hungering for so many years, she had really needed a night like this.
Rick strode proudly beside her, unable to resist glancing at her flushed, satisfied face. He hadn't seen his mother looking so happy and relaxed in years, and it was all due to him! He felt like singing, jumping, giggling. It was only his first day as an ex-virgin, and already he had balled two women into sighing, panting contentment.
Ambitiously he began planning the next day. He'd get a good night's sleep, and in the morning he'd find some excuse to get his mother alone. He was pretty sure she wouldn't turn him down again. Then, after lunch, he'd take Cindy "swimming", and they could spend the whole afternoon enjoying each other. It was going to be a wonderful day.
They reached the tent, and Rick held the flap aside and allowed Betty to enter first. Then both of them stopped still and gasped. Rick couldn't believe his eyes at first, and when Betty screamed her protest, he hardly even heard her. His eyes were riveted to the fantastic scene on the cot -- Cindy on her hands and knees, an ecstatic grin on her face, while Dad stood naked behind her, his long stiff cock poked deep into her cunt. They twisted their heads to look at Betty and Rick. Dad looked as if he'd been caught robbing a bank, thunderstruck and sheepish. But after her first moment of surprise, Cindy caught Rick's eye and winked.
Rick winked back. He felt sudden excitement as he thought of how this chance encounter could be exploited to his advantage. But Betty burst into tears. "Oh, my God, Herb!" she said. "How could you? How could you do such a terrible thing?"
Sheepishly Herb moved away from his daughter. He started to speak but seemed to be able to say nothing. He only looked at Betty, as if accepting any punishment she might choose to mete out. "You -- rat!" she hissed. "How could anybody sink so low as to..."
"Now, just wait a minute, Mom!" Rick broke in angrily. "This isn't fair, and you know it! You've got no right to talk like that to Dad, not after what we just did!"
Cindy showed keen interest, and Herb's eyes narrowed. "Just what do you mean, son?" he asked.
But Rick staunchly forged ahead. "Mom and I just finished making love, out there in the woods. So you two aren't doing anything we didn't do."
"Ohhhh!" wailed Betty. In an agony of shame, she sat down and buried her face in her hands. For a long moment, the others just looked at each other. Rick and Cindy were merely waiting for the awkward moment to pass, for their parents to come to their senses again. The scene held no moral implications for them. But Herb was struggling to overcome his deep shock. Betty and Rick? It seemed impossible, outrageous! If she was that desperate for a man, why didn't she take a lover her own age? Why choose a mere boy, her own son? Then Herb realized how hypocritical he was being. After all, in his hunger for a woman, he'd just made love to his own daughter. No, he could hardly criticize Betty. Yet just how should he handle this extraordinary situation?
Pulling himself together, he went over to his sobbing wife and began patting her shoulder. "All right, Betty," he said gently, "it's all right. Nobody's blaming you."
"Leave me alone!" she sobbed. "Don't touch me, you animal!"
"Mom, please!" cried Cindy. "Don't talk that way to Daddy! Ohhhh, I wish you two didn't have to fight all the time!" She, too, began to cry.
Rick hugged her protectively and said, "Cindy's right. You two just aren't very nice to each other. It really makes us unhappy. We wish there was some way you could be friends again."
Herb and Betty exchanged guilty looks. They hadn't realized how obvious their estrangement was to their children. And this was the reason they'd stuck together, in spite of their ruined marriage, in spite of everything, so the children wouldn't be hurt!
"I guess we've really made a mess of things," Herb admitted miserably. "We didn't think you noticed, kids. And we apologize. At least I do."
"Oh, so do I!" wept Betty. "I'm so sorry! I just don't know what to do now. Maybe, after all, it would be best if we got a divorce."
"NO!" chorused Rick and Cindy.
"Please," Cindy added, "we love you both. We don't want to lose either of you. Isn't there some way you can make up? You must have been in love with each other in the beginning."
Herb and Betty looked at each other again. "Yes," said Betty, "we were very much in love."
"Well, then," said Rick, "why can't you be in love now?"
"It's not that easy, son," replied Herb. "We've had too many arguments, there's too much bitterness between us."
"Forget all that!" Cindy urged. "You're grown-ups, you ought to be able to act like it. Just forgive each other. It's really simple."
Herb and Betty laughed wistfully: "You're sweet kids," said Betty, "I really wish it was that simple, because we'd do anything to make you happy."
Rick said. "Well, maybe there's hope for you after all. I think I've got an idea." He whispered something to Cindy, and she laughed and clapped her hands.
"Rick has a wonderful idea!" she said. "We've decided that you two should make love, right here and now."
"What?" cried Betty, blushing deeply. "Oh, my goodness, I don't know..."
Herb looked awkward, too. "That's easier said than done, kids."
Rick and Cindy exchanged a long, smiling look. Then Cindy, her pert little tits bouncing, leaped off the cot and ran to Herb. She threw her arms around his neck, rubbing her soft little patch of mons fur against his dangling rubbery cock, and cooed, "Come on, Daddy, you've got to try! I'll even help you get ready!"
"Honey..." Herb began nervously. But before he could say anything else, his pretty little daughter had slipped to her knees in front of him and was taking his flaccid prick in her hands, petting and pumping it eagerly. Herb gasped and swayed, helplessly setting his hands on her shoulders for support. He felt he ought to protest, but as Cindy slowly sucked his limp meat into the velvety furnace of her mouth, the pleasure was so intense that he could only sigh and give himself up to it.
Betty watched this scene with wide, astonished eyes. Her little Cindy! How in the world had the girl learned things like this? It seemed that both Betty's children were sexually precocious. Indeed, as Betty watched, Rick snuck up behind her and eased her nightgown down, over her big swelling breasts.
"Rick!" she gasped.
The boy only grinned and began to fondle her tits, rubbing his stiff young cock suggestively against her buttocks. Betty felt dizzy. She also felt her nightgown slipping to the floor. She stood naked in her son's arms, and as their bare skin touched, she sighed deeply and felt the unmistakable heat and moisture of arousal deep in her vagina. Rick's busy hands stimulated her big breasts to swollen hardness, and then, as one of his hands trailed down over her body and sought out her clitoris, she moaned her excitement.
Herb heard her and glanced in her direction. His eyes widened in disbelief as he saw Betty panting and trembling, leaning against Rick, while the boy played with her tits and pussy. Herb hadn't seen his wife so aroused, so wonderfully sexy, in years.
Betty was no less surprised. As Cindy sucked him noisily and greedily, Herb began to pump his cock in her mouth, the shaft, emerging and disappearing rhythmically, long and stiff and thick. Betty hadn't even thought he could get it up any more, certainly she had failed to do it for him on the few occasions she'd tried.
So husband and wife looked at each other anew. Herb saw a beautiful, tall red-haired woman with magnificent jutting breasts, a woman with creamy flesh and voluptuous curves. Betty saw a well-built muscular man with a thick mat of chest hair and a deliciously long stiff prick. They gawked at each other, could not stop looking at each other in wonder and growing excitement.
Now the pace of Cindy's sucking increased, and her mischievous little hands sought out her father's dangling balls and puckered anal rim. As she tickled and teased him there, Herb snorted and bucked in high excitement, ramming his hard cock swiftly in and out of her juicy mouth. He felt his testicles swelling up tight as a drum, knew he was very close to shooting. He didn't give a damn if Betty was watching, he just had to cum!
Rick meanwhile hurried around and knelt in front of his mother, snaking his stiff tongue between the furry lips of her mons, licking and sucking deliciously at her tender, sensitive clit, labia, and vaginal mouth. Betty moaned hoarsely, and Rick felt her cream pooling out hotly to wet his face. He jammed his tongue into her oozing cunt, and she gasped and clutched his shoulders to steady herself. Her lovely body tensed, she was very close to orgasm. It was shameful, she knew, to get so carried away in front of an audience, but she just couldn't help it. She'd die if Rick didn't bring her off.
"Hey, damn it!" yelped Herb.
Cindy had suddenly released him and drawn away, leaving his painfully swollen cock to sway heavily in front of him, gleaming with her saliva. She grinned almost wickedly at his distress. Herb was in an agony of frustration, and he stared at her desperately, mournfully, his eyes begging her to finish her work.
"Sorry, Daddy," she said and giggled, "that's all I'm going to do. Somebody else will have to bring you off."
Just then Rick pulled his tongue from Betty's cunt with a loud plop and left her to stand there writhing with need. Mutely she held out her arms to him, inviting him back, but the boy only grinned, shook his head, and went to stand beside Cindy.
"You'll have to find somebody else, Mom," he said.
Herb and Betty looked feverishly at each other. Cream poured down Betty's long shapely legs, and her tits and labia were puffed up painfully with arousal. Herb's cock threatened to burst its thin skin, the glans looming enormous and purple from the strained foreskin, a great glob of cream issuing from the tip. Suddenly, with a hoarse growl, Herb ran to Betty and pulled her to the floor of the tent, scrambling onto her trembling body. Betty, taken by surprise, gasped as he sank onto her, then let out a piercing wail as she felt his enormously bloated penis stuffing her hot, needy cunt.
"AHHHHHH, YES!" she shrieked. "Yes, darling, yes, do it to me! OHHHH!"
Herb's reply was not so coherent. Moaning, growling, snorting, he worked his rigid meat into her till the creaming tip of his cock rammed her pulpy womb. She was deliciously slick and creamy, and her expert vaginal muscles responded perfectly to the motions of his frantic cock, sucking and squeezing him. He slipped his hands under her wriggling buttocks to pull her tighter to him, and Betty wailed and threw her legs out wide, opening herself to him. He began to hump her brutally, and the squishing noise of his thick meat in her juicy passage was very loud. In the frenzy of her pleasure, Betty threw her arms around his shoulders, just as she used to do long ago in the good days of their marriage. Herb felt a powerful joy welling up in him as he fucked her.
Meanwhile, though their parents were oblivious to it, Rick and Cindy had drawn closer to watch. It was an awesome sight for the two inexperienced teenagers. To them, sex was simply fun, a lighthearted source of pleasure. Never had they seen such powerful, almost violent love-making, such deep involvement, as they witnessed now.
Nothing could possibly have distracted or deterred Betty and Herb at this point. Like snarling, panting animals they went at each other, their bodies writhing and twisting and humping together, their contorted faces testifying to the intense pleasure they experienced.
"Wow!" muttered Cindy.
"Yeah," sighed Rick, "I guess that's how the pros do it!"
Cindy sighed, too, and rubbed against her brother. Sucking her father's big cock had turned her on, and now that she was watching the two older people in the consummation of their lust, her little pussy was beginning to cream hotly. She envied her mother, wanted desperately to be in her place, to have that great stiff white shaft zooming in and out of her needy little cunt. She licked her lips and snuggled closer to Rick, reaching out to squeeze the tender hairless sacs of his balls. Rick shivered and moaned. He, too, was powerfully turned on by the scene before them, and his half-grown penis was rigid and aching. His sister's touch was almost enough in itself to bring him off.
He slipped one arm around her, cupping one of her tiny pointed tits and squeezing it affectionately. As he looked into her flushed, horny little face, she kissed him, digging her tongue deep into his mouth. Rick groaned and pulled her to him, flattening her sweet little boobs against his chest, ramming his rigid dick between her thighs to poke and rub between the slick hot folds of her labia. Cindy moaned, too, and began jerking her pussy frantically to indicate the state of her need, her cream flooding out to soak his shaft.
"Oh, man!" Rick gasped. "Let's do it, Cindy, okay?"
"Oh, yesss!" she moaned.
She pulled away from him and dropped to her hands and knees, twitching her little ass, in frantic invitation. Rick hurried to kneel behind her, seizing his rigid dick and fumbling to insert it in her little dripping hole. As he poked it in Cindy shuddered convulsively, and he felt her cunt muscles tightening lustily all around his plunging meat.
"Oooooo!" she squealed. "Yeah, Rick, fuck me! Hard! Oh, yeah!"
Rick gladly obeyed, and soon his rosy little balls were slapping noisily against his sister's slim thighs. It was this noise which at last drew Herb and Betty's attention. Pausing briefly in their violent humping, they gazed in wonder at their son and daughter, only a few feet away. Rick's handsome young face was twisted in a grimace of pleasure, and Cindy's cute little tits jiggled wildly as the happy girl writhed and jerked to her brother's swift fucking. Far from being shocked, Herb and Betty glanced at each other and smiled. Somehow it all seemed to right, a perfect togetherness, Herb bent to flick Betty's rigid rosy nipples with his tongue, but she wriggled impatiently beneath him.
"Come on, damn it!" she said. "Get with it, old man! I need more of that big beautiful cock!"
"All right, old lady," he said, "I'm more than happy to give it to you!"
He fell to fucking her harder than ever, and Betty threw back her head and wailed her delight. What a fool she had been all these years! She had let foolish quarrels come between her and her husband, had imagined that their sex life was over, when all the time it could have been as good as ever. Certainly, Herb had lost none of his vigor, none of his skill. How could she have ignored a man like this? And Herb was thinking the same things. He watched his wife's gorgeous big breasts wobbling and bouncing as he fucked her, observed the look of utter and unashamed appreciation on her lovely face, and wondered where the hell he'd been for so many years. All the time she'd been there, this wonderfully sexy woman, needing him, wanting -- and he'd ignored her. What an idiot!
"Eeeeee!" shrieked Cindy. Her parents watched as the pretty teenager gasped and writhed in sharp climax. Rick clutched her wriggling hips to stay mounted, and then his eyes rolled wildly and his hips jerked furiously as he shot his cum into her.
"Oh, my God, Herb..." Betty said as they watched. She didn't know why, but the scene excited her sharply. Herb dug his thick meat into her again, and it set her off immediately. Throwing her legs high in the air, wailing her joy, Betty experienced a climax so powerful that her nipping, squeezing cunt held his buried cock quite motionless.
Herb whinnied and groaned as her clamping vaginal muscles milked him of his cum. "Oh, Jesus, Betty!" he shouted.
When Herb and Betty had caught their breath again, they found their children watching them and smiling happily.
Chapter Twelve
"Are you going to be friends now?" Cindy asked eagerly.
Herb laughed. "You bet we are, honey! We won't fight any more, thanks to you kids."
"That's right," Betty agreed, her eyes moistening affectionately. "You darlings, you brought us together again."
"Oh, well," shrugged Rick, "it wasn't all that hard. I mean, you two didn't exactly seem to hate each other just now."
They all laughed. Cindy reached out and wonderingly touched her mother's enormous mature tits, sighing wistfully. "Golly," she said, "I wish I had knockers that big!"
"You probably will," Betty said. "It runs in my family. But you've got a little growing to do, dear."
"So do I," Rick said, eying his father's flaccid penis, which even in its inactive state was longer than his own immature cock.
"Don't worry, son," Herb said. "That runs in MY family."
Still the children looked so envious and wistful that their parents had to comfort them. Herb grabbed Cindy and pulled her onto his lap, fondling her pretty little breasts. "I like 'em fine just the way they are, baby," he said. Cindy giggled and cuddled against him.
Meanwhile Betty crawled over next to her son and affectionately petted his flaccid cock. "Nothing wrong with this," she said, "and I should know!" Rick beamed with pride.
"Hey, honey," said Herb, "they've been such good kids, I think they deserve a little reward, don't you?" His eyes glinted mischievously.
"I certainly do!" Betty said, winking at him.
"Reward?" said Cindy, looking puzzled. "What do you mean? Do we get to stay up late? Or is it ice cream for dessert?"
"Nope," Herb said, "something much better than that!"
Lying down on his back, he hoisted Cindy up to straddle his face, then jammed his mouth against her little soaked pussy. There was a loud sucking noise.
"Eeeeeee!" squealed the delighted girl. "Oh, Daddy, that feels great!"
Betty flipped Rick onto his hands and knees, quickly knelt behind him, and then he felt her hot wet tongue lapping his dangling balls.
"Ohhhh, YEAH!" he said.
For a while there was no noise in the tent but loud sucking. Herb's mouth and tongue played busily over his daughter's twitching little clit, her pulpy labia, gasping cunt mouth, and rosy little anal opening. Betty swished and licked and sucked her son's flopping testicles, dangling white prick, and bumpy anus. Rick and Cindy clenched their teeth and panted and sighed as they experienced unexpected pleasure.
In their complete preoccupation with each other, the Smith family did not notice the reactions of their only spectator, the big dog Senator. Napping in the far corner of the tent, the Saint Bernard was awakened by a familiar scent and familiar noises. He blinked and eyed his human friends, caught the familiar odor of sex, and with an eager bark he got to his feet and trotted over to the happy group. Betty's plump buttocks were conveniently raised, and Senator snuggled between her thighs and began licking her noisily, his long red canine tongue swishing briskly over her scarlet creamy slit.
"OH!" gasped Betty. Then she giggled. "There's that dog again! Doesn't he ever get tired?"
Herb eyed her, then laughed. "I take it you've discovered Senator's secret talents?"
Betty blushed deeply. "Yes, he followed us into the woods, and..."
Cindy sighed. "He came back here later. Gee, it was fun!" She watched enviously as the shaggy Saint Bernard licked her mother's creaming pussy. Suddenly she could stand it no longer, and she leaped off Herb's chest and scrambled over to join Betty, imitating her posture and presenting her little white ass to the dog.
"Come on, boy!" she said. "Do me, too!"
"Well, I like that!" Herb said. "She'd rather have a dog than me!"
"Yeah, Dad," said Rick, "looks like we got left out!"
The two males watched wonderingly as their women, kneeling side by side, received the loud attentions of the Saint Bernard's lolling red tongue. Senator, delighted to have two pussies to lick, alternated between Betty and Cindy, making both squeal with delight. His dripping canine tongue snaked deep into Betty's cunt, probed and lapped, then flashed out again and sought Cindy's creamy little hole.
"Looks like you and I might as well go fishing, Rick," Herb said. "We can't beat this kind of action."
"Oh, don't be silly!" Betty said. "Come here, you two!"
Herb knelt before her and teasingly traced a wet line over her lips with his semi-rigid prick. Betty almost bit at it in her eagerness. She opened her mouth, cast him a pleading glance, and Herb grinned and stuffed the doughy meat into her mouth. She began to suck him vigorously.
"Ahhhh, that's more like it!" Herb said. "Join the fun, Rick!"
Rick looked at Cindy, and she nodded eagerly. Then the boy hurried to kneel in front of her, placing his dangling little prick in her mouth. Her lips tugged hungrily at his cock, pulling it all the way inside.
"Oh, yeah, Cindy!" the boy wailed. "Suck it, suck it!"
All five bodies, human and canine, were joined now by lapping tongues and sucking mouths. The noise was loud and juicy. The human participants might have been content to continue for a long time, but Senator was quickly reaching the end of his self-control. His enormous dog-penis loomed heavy and gleaming from his furry belly, and his powerful instincts urged him to bury it in some slick sheath. He leaped heavily onto Cindy's back, jabbing his rigid pole between her legs, but his great weight knocked her off balance, and the astonished girl went sprawling on the floor, her brother's now-rigid dick popping from her mouth.
The frantic dog howled miserably, then turned back to Betty, leaping onto her back and clutching her in a furry embrace. The older woman was able to support, his weight, and Senator eagerly jabbed his long red penis into the source of her pungent cream. As his thick doggy-cock sank into her, Betty gasped and dropped Herb's rigid prick from her mouth.
"Ooooooo!" she howled. "OOOOOOO!!"
The others gawked wonderingly as they saw the incredibly thick bright red organ slowly disappearing in Betty's eagerly nipping cunt. Her eyes got wider and wider as the stiff penetration continued, and a rosy rash of arousal suffused her body, while her lips parted in a sensual grin.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped. "You wouldn't believe the cock on this dog!"
"I believe it!" replied Cindy miserably. She was furious at herself for muffing her chance with Senator, and in her wretched horniness she rubbed her aching little pussy against the canvas floor of the tent.
"Something I can help you with, honey?" Herb said.
Cindy cast him a look of feverish need. "Oh, yes, Daddy!" she gasped, quickly getting onto her hands and knees. "Do it to me, just like Senator's doing it to Mom!"
"Well, I don't know," Herb replied doubtfully. "I can't bark very well, and I can't wag my tail."
"Ohhhhh, DADDY!" Cindy wailed furiously. "This is no time for jokes! I NEED you!"
Again she cast a longing glance at the furiously humping dog and at her mother's ecstatic face. Senator was panting with happy effort now, his long red tongue lolling out to drip hot saliva on Betty's heaving back. His furry hips jerked with blinding speed, setting up a very loud sucking and squishing noise in her juicy receptive cunt. Betty howled her delight, slamming her ass against the dog's furry loins to meet his every thrust.
"Ohhhh, God!" she moaned. "Ohhhhh, OHHHHH!"
Cindy was almost in tears. She couldn't bear to watch this super fuck as a passive spectator, she had to have some action! She raised her cute little ass high in the air and twitched it desperately. "Please, Daddy!" she whined.
Grinning, Herb crawled over to the writhing girl and fitted the bloated purple tip of his cock to her tiny vaginal mouth. A hot spurt of cream greeted his effort, and he sank into her swiftly, slickly. But although her little cunt received him readily, it was as deliciously tight and snug as before. Herb moaned happily and began to fuck her in long, slow, deep strokes.
"Ummmmmm!" cooed Cindy. "Wonderful!"
"Hey, everybody, what about me?" Rick said. He sat isolated and dejected at the edge of the action, watching his mother writhe joyfully to the dog's powerful humping, listening to his sister squeal blissfully to the deep probing of her father's thick meat. Rick's own immature prick was stiff almost to bursting, his balls plump and aching with need. He felt rejected and left out.
"I'll help you, Rick!" Cindy said.
"Come here, darling!" cried Betty, almost in the same breath.
Rick was now faced with an embarrassment of riches. Which one did he want most, his mother or his sister? Impossible choice! He knelt half-way between them, eying them both, unable to decide. Both of them sucked cock equally well. What to do?
But Cindy was quicker than her mother. She craned her neck forward and managed to fasten her lips around the creaming tip of Rick's stiff young cock. Rick gladly took the path of least resistance, arching his belly toward her and poking his aching dick into the slick heat of her mouth, moaning as she tickled the sensitive glans with the tip of her tongue, then drew in her slick cheeks sharply to form a juicy nest for him.
Then he got a surprise. "Aaaaggghhhhh!" he yelped as, from behind, his mother's long slick tongue wormed deliciously into his anus. The pleasure was blinding, and Rick instinctively relaxed his sphincter muscles to allow full penetration of his tight pungent rectum. Betty eagerly probed deeper, right to the root of her tongue, and Rick yelped and whined as both his cock and asshole received delicious attention from two busy tongues.
The whole family was united now by a continuous chain of cocks and tongues, from Senator on one end to Herb on the other. There was no more talk, only a loud cacophony of yelps, moans, groans, sighs, shrieks, gasps, and the heavy panting of the huge dog. They were all beyond speech, moving together like one long organism, united in pleasure. Senator happily worked his eager canine cock in the mushy depths of Betty's receptive cunt, while she trembled with pleasure of his deep penetration and expressed her excitement by digging her tongue ever deeper into Rick's clinging asshole. Rick whinnied his delight as she reamed him and as his sister juicily sucked his bursting young cock. Cindy gave it a particularly hard suck every time her father's long stiff prick nosed into her hot little box, and Herb rejoiced in her steamy tightness.
Suddenly Senator gave a long, low howl that made everyone's hair stand on end. Then his hips jerked furiously as he pumped Betty full of hot dog cum, barking noisily and wagging his bushy tail. Betty climaxed as the steamy bath hit her womb, and in her frenzy she began snaking her tongue in and out of Rick's anus with blinding speed. The boy yelped and shot his load into his sister's furiously sucking mouth, and Cindy gurgled happily as she swallowed it all. Her busy little vagina nipped and squeezed Herb's impaling cock, and with a hoarse moan of pleasure, he came, flooding her tiny tunnel with his jetting cum.
To utter exhaustion and delicious fulfillment, the family rolled apart, lying limp and panting on the floor of the tent. Senator happily wandered among them, licking faces and bellies and genitals indiscriminately as he showed his gratitude and loyalty. Then the big dog plumped down in the middle of the tangle of bodies and promptly went to sleep.
They all laughed. "Senator sure doesn't have any hangups, does he?" Rick said.
"Nope," said Herb, "and I think he's got the right idea. It's been a long day. Lots of fun, but nevertheless a very long day. Time for all of us to turn in."
They signed and slowly got to their feet, each person heading for his own cot. Betty felt a sudden sadness, not wanting to part from her husband even for a few hours of sleep. Herb anticipated her need, however, by seizing her hand and pulling her after him to his cot. "It may be a little crowded," he said, "but I never want us to sleep apart again."
"Oh, darling, neither do I!" Betty replied, kissing him and crawling under the covers beside him. They snuggled up together and began drifting off almost at once.
Rick and Cindy looked at them enviously. "Hey, Dad? Mom?" called Rick. "Can Cindy and I sleep together, too?"
"Sure, why not?" Herb muttered drowsily. Betty said nothing. She was already asleep.
Brother and sister climbed into Rick's bed and held each other tightly, kissing lazily and affectionately. In a few moments they heard their father snoring.
"You know something, Rick?" Cindy said. "We're not going to be able to do this any more. I mean, we ought to leave them alone, just let them love each other. I don't want anything to come between them again -- not even us."
Rick sighed. "I agree. It was great while it lasted, but we'd better stay out of it now."
Outside an owl hooted, and in the distance they heard the mournful wail of a coyote. Cindy shivered and snuggled closer to her brother. Rick squeezed her and bent to kiss her warm little tits.
"One thing, though," he said. "We've still got each other."
"Right!" Cindy said. She reached down and patted his limp penis, which lay drowsy and exhausted against his thigh. "In fact I wouldn't mind having some of this right now!"
"Holy shit, Cindy!" he said. "Don't you ever get tired?"
"I don't know!" she said. "I haven't found out yet! Why don't you test me?"
"Oh, Jesus!" Rick said. "You're a nut! I couldn't get it up again tonight if you put a splint on it!"
"Wanta bet?" she said.
"WHAT?"
"Bet you a dollar!"
"You're on!" said Rick confidently. "This is one bet you can't possibly win, smarty!"
For several minutes the dim, tent was quiet except for soft sucking noises coming from beneath the blankets of Rick's cot. Rick lay staring at the roof of the tent, while Cindy snuggled down under the covers, her head bobbing up and down over his loins.
Then she poked her head out from the blankets and giggled. "You owe me a dollar!"
"Shit," Rick said.
"Well, you won't be complaining for long," she said, climbing on top of him.
