Erika Norman - Mom, Dad, sis and brother

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.