"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.