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.