Chapter 5
"Hi there, Cindy gal." Herb moved into the living room, his work boots silent on the carpet, a six-pack of beer under his arm. He plopped himself down on the couch, on the exact spot where only a few minutes ago his own son had writhed with orgasm while Cindy had blown the boy. His speech was slightly slurred and he had a funny look in his eyes.
"Well," he said, grinning. "Sure is a hot night, ain't it? Bet you're as thirsty as I am."
He yanked a can from the six-pack.
Cindy did her best to smile. "I don't drink." She paused, then continued before Herb had a chance to open his mouth. "Well, I'd better be getting home before my parents start worrying."
Herb popped the tab off the can. "Give 'em a call. Tell 'em you'll be a little late."
Cindy shifted nervously from foot to foot. "They're probably in bed. I wouldn't want to wake them up."
"Well then, nothing to worry about, little lady." He held the beer can out to Cindy. "Go on, wet your whistle."
"I'd rather-" Herb was sniffing the air. "Smells like a barn in here. One of my boys been in here showing off, doing pushups or something?"
Cindy grabbed the can from Herb's hand and sat down in the easy chair across the room from him. Her heart pounding, she took a quick drink, wrinkling her nose at the bitterness of the beer. She had never tasted beer before.
"Well, that's more like it," Herb said, grinning. "Take another hit. You'll get used to the taste in no time." He popped the tab off a can for himself and took a long gulp.
Cindy sipped some more beer, knowing she'd never get used to the taste of it. At least Herb seemed to have forgotten about the boys. She'd die if he ever found out what had happened between her and his two sons this evening.
"So, how'd it go with Tina?" Herb opened half the buttons of his gray work shirt, exposing his hairy chest.
"Fine," Cindy said. She set the can down on the table next to her chair. "I really have to get home."
"Finish your beer," Herb said,-tearing the tab off another can and guzzling immediately. He lowered the can, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "Meet the boys?"
Cindy took another drink. "Yes," she said softly, hardly able to get the word out. Her throat was dry, despite the beer.
"They didn't give you any trouble, did they?" Herb downed some more beer, a slight scowl on his face.
"No, no trouble." Cindy drank the rest of the beer without lowering the can. She was beginning to feel strange.
"How about one more for the road?"
"I'd better not." Cindy stood up, wobbling slightly, as if the floor were moving under her feet. "I'd better go home." She started toward the door. It felt as if she were moving slightly in slow motion.
"Hey, wait up there, gal. I'm driving ya, ya "I know," Cindy said, and this time she did giggle.
Herb moved up beside her, placing his hand on her ass and guiding her through the kitchen, and out the back door. He smelled sweaty and of beer, and Cindy wanted to laugh as she stumbled down the jungle-like path toward the driveway. He reminded her of a big hairy gorilla.
After putting Cindy in the front seat of his station wagon, Herb stumbled around in the dark in search of her bike. Cindy saw him disappear into the bushes and she giggled. The floodlight in the garage glared down at her through the windshield and she turned down the sun visor, giggling some more. She didn't want to giggle, but she couldn't help herself. She realized she was slightly drunk, but she didn't know how to get undrunk. In the open garage in front of her, Rick's convertible was parked like a sleeping animal. Cindy imagined Darla bent over the seat, Rick fucking away at her naked pussy, and she giggled again. It seemed so funny now.
Herb let down the rear door of the station-wagon and he shoved her bike inside. He was panting as he slid in beside Cindy, and beer fumes billowed out of his mouth. "If you're cold, move up beside me, Cindy gal."
"I'm not cold, Mr. Kent. It's a hot night, remember?" Cindy tittered.
Herb grinned, his eyes glinting, then started the engine. "You sure are pretty," he said, shifting into reverse.
I know, Cindy thought to herself. And don't you dare lay a hand on me, you dirty old man. She smiled with self-satisfaction as Herb backed the car out of the long, winding driveway.
They moved down the road, heading south, passing under the canopies of giant fig trees. Herb Kent was strangely silent, although Cindy knew he was glancing at her every few seconds out of the comer of his eye. She switched on the radio and tuned in a rock station, the music immediately relieving her sense of uneasiness at being locked in the car with the big gorilla. Within seconds she was tapping her bare feet and had almost forgotten about Herb Kent. Cindy settled back and closed her eyes.
What seemed like only seconds later, although it could have been any length of time because Cindy had fallen asleep, Cindy opened her eyes to find the car stopped and Herb Kent just about sitting in her lap. He'd turned on the lights in the car and had turned off the radio. Outside the car, the night was pitch black.
Cindy crossed her arms, shrinking away from Herb as he put his big hairy arm around her neck. "What's happening? What are you doing"! Where are we?" she snapped although she was scared to death.
"Looks like we're lost, about a couple miles from nowhere, I'd estimate. Took a wrong turn, I guess." His hand moved down and stroked her right tit through her T-shirt.
"Stop it!" Cindy said.
"Aw, come on, little girl." His left hand fell on her leg and moved to her crotch.
"Please," Cindy pleaded.
Herb's fingers moved up the leg of her shorts. "I wanna fuck you," Herb whispered in her ear. "Wanna get fucked?"
Cindy was shaking all over. "Leave me alone." Her last word became a giggle. She was still drunk.
"Sure ya do," Herb whispered, nuzzling her ear. "You're all wet. Christ, never felt a female so wet!" He lifted his pussy-creamed fingers to his nose and sniffed them, then licked them off. "Mmm, ain't nothing smells nor tastes better than a teenaged pussy. You love getting fucked, don't ya, Cindy?"
"No," Cindy said, suddenly feeling serious again. "Take me home. Leave me alone."
Herb grabbed her hand and he drew it to his crotch, making her feel his hard cock through his gray work trousers. "That's for you, little girl."
"Oh!" Cindy gasped. She was shaking all over. Her cunt contracted, starting to leak again.
"Let's take off our clothes. Then big old Herb's gonna sink his big old prick up your tight, juicy little pussy. You'd like that, wouldn't ya, little girl?"
"I wanna go home," Cindy mumbled, too disoriented and weak to say anything else. She was quivering, partially with fear, partially with excitement.
"Off with this." Herb lifted up her T-shirt, pulling it off over her head. He immediately started playing with her nipples. "Quite a set of tits for such a little girl! Where'd ya get such big ones?"
"Please," Cindy said, then gasped as Herb's hot mouth closed around her left nipple. Fuck sensations shot to her cunt, then down to her bare toes.
Herb got her shorts off next, then her panties. Cindy found herself assisting him in stripping her, lifting her ass so he could get off her shorts. Her naked body pulsated with heat. She'd never felt more naked, more vulnerable.
Herb wiped her panties all over his face, then sucked on their crotch, wringing her pussy juice into his mouth. "Christ, oh, shit! Never saw such wet panties in my life! Jesus, girl, what you got down there?" His rough hand moved between her legs, a finger sliding up and down between her cunt lips, then entering her fuck hole. "Hot pussy!"
Cindy almost shot through the roof of the car. Her eyes rolled. The man's finger was thick, like a stiff cock. As he worked it in and out, he rubbed against her clit. Cindy squirmed, the pleasure shooting down her bare legs.
"Ya like that, little bitch, ya like that, huh?" Herb grinned as he worked his finger around and around in the buttery softness of her hot teenaged pussy. "Bet you do this to yourself a lot, don't ya?"
Cindy giggled softly, squirming naked on the car seat as the big man finger fucked her with one hand and squeezed her tits with the other. The juice ran out of her, getting the car seat slippery under her ass.
Herb screwed his finger in deeper and tweaked her clit with his thumb until she wanted to scream. "You like to jack yourself off, little girl? Tell me now. You can be honest with old Herb."
Cindy tittered. "Yes," she suddenly burst out with, thrilled that she was actually admitting to enjoying masturbation.
"Knew it," Herb said. "All you teenaged chickies love diddling with your own pussies. Knew it." He slipped his finger out of her and sucked the cunt cream off it. Then he began to undress, bending over to untie his boots first, then shedding his shirt and pants. His socks and boxer shorts came off last. His hairy beer belly was enormous. His cock, hard as stone and jutting up at an angle, appeared larger now than when it had been fucking Gloria this afternoon. It was a big healthy prick, longer and thicker than Bobby's fucker, but smaller than Rick's. Unlike the cocks of his two sons, Herb Kent's cock was uncut, a foreskin half-capping his swollen purple prickhead.
Sitting close to Cindy, his right arm around her neck again, Herb took her left hand and he wrapped it around his cock. "It's all yours, hot stuff." He played with her tits.
Cindy was fascinated by the skin that half-capped the man's prickhead. She found that it slid up and down easily, so she began to work it up and down his hard cockshaft. His big prick throbbed in her hand, fuck lube leaking from his pisshole. His hugely swollen fuckknob appeared very moist and shiny.
"Like that big thing?" Herb asked. "Maybe you'd like to take a lick on it, huh?"
Cindy giggled with embarrassment. "I don't know."
"Sure ya do. Go on, lean over and take a lick. It won't bite." Her pushed her head down gently. She went over immediately, grabbing his big cock and rubbing his hot dick head against her cheeks, coating her skin with Herb's warm fuck lube and the moisture of his fuckknob. His prick had a peculiar musky odor that Rick's cock hadn't had. Though repulsed by the odor, Cindy started to lap at his salty prickhead, pulling the foreskin down tight along his cock shaft. Her tongue flapped all over and around his glossy fuckknob, getting it all wet with her saliva. Suddenly, she sank her open mouth down over his throbbing prick, swallowing it nearly to the base. His hot prickhead pulsated deep in her throat.
"Oooh, baby!" Herb rubbed his fat ass on the car seat, churning his big cock in Cindy's throat. "I could just tell you were a hungry little cocksucker. Oh, yeah, you're good."
Cindy's blonde head bobbed, her lips sliding up and down around the hard shaft of the man's cock. She sucked, munched, her lips and mouth tingly with fuck-sensation. Suddenly, she cared about nothing else in the world except teasing the hot cum from Herb's cock and tasting it as it spurted down her throat.
Herb was moaning, squirming on the car seat just as his son had squirmed on the couch cushion only a short time ago while Cindy had sucked him off. The fat man grunted whenever Cindy's tongue probed a particularly sensitive area of his prick. His sweaty right paw slid down over Cindy's back, his fingers moving down to explore her asscrack, then farther, down to rub her wet crotch. He spread pussy cream all over her crotch and inner thighs, then up and down her asscrack. He worked two thick fingers inside her cunt, making her tense up and gasp.
"Hold off," Herb said, lifting her head away from his cock. "You're gonna make me lose it. Christ, stop it!"
Cindy was cooing, smacking her lips, trying to get back at his cock. She wanted to taste his cum. It was crazy, but she had a maddening desire to feel his cum spurt down her throat. Herb sat her up like a doll, slipping his fingers out of her cunt in the process. He rubbed pussy cream on her nipples, then sucked them clean. His face was flushed a deep red and he was breathing heavily. Giggling, Cindy grabbed his spit-slippery cock, working her hand up and down and feeling his hot fuck-snake squirm.
"Sit on it," Herb growled. "Set that hot little pussy right down on the end of it and slide down on it."
Cindy shivered at the thought. She couldn't imagine his big prick inside her, all wet and hot and slippery and wiggling around inside her. It might hurt or it might tickle, and she wouldn't be able to stand the feeling.
Herb lifted her up, facing her toward him and positioning her so she was straddling his lap. She kneeled, facing him, her hands on his hairy shoulders.
Herb licked her nipples. Her cunt contracted several times and pussy cream dribbled out of her, a few hot droplets pelting Herb's upright prick.
"Sit on it," Herb moaned. "Fuck it."
"I can't." Suddenly, Cindy wanted to bawl. She didn't want to get fucked. It would hurt.
Herb forced her downward, at the same time rubbing the burning knob of his prick along her juicy cunt-slit. Her pussy lips throbbed, swollen with blood, saturated with fuck-itch. As Herb's cock worked between them, Cindy moaned, out of her mind with desire. She wiggled her ass, wanting to come. If only Herb would keep rubbing her pussy with his cockhead like that, she'd be coming soon.
"Sit on it," Herb muttered again. "Come on, fuck it. Fuck it before I shoot off all over. Christ!"
Cindy resisted as he tried to impale her on his cock. She had her arms around his neck and she was starting to whimper with fear. His prickhead forced apart her cunt lips, the tip of it nestling in her wet fuck hole, its hot skin burping her clit. She held her breath, sure she would split in half if she accidentally slipped and impaled herself on his club-like prick.
"Let me go!" she squealed. "You're too big. I can't take it."
"Sure ya can," Herb said, his voice shaking along with his entire body. His eyes appeared bloodshot and watery. Cindy could feel the heat rising from his face. "Fuck me, little bitch, fuck me!"
"I can't!" Cindy bawled.
Herb's mouth closed around her left nipple, his teeth sinking in like electric daggers. Cindy's mind and eyes rolled. She started to pass out from the sudden pain and stimulation, then sighed with relief as Herb's bite loosened. For a moment, she relaxed. Herb's cock rammed into her cunt hole, swallowed up to the hilt as she slipped down on it. Something inside her tore, and this time she did pass out.
She came to again in what must have been only seconds, because as she regained consciousness she found herself sitting in Herb's lap, her arms anchored around his neck, her tits pressed to his hairy chest, his hairy balls squashed under her naked ass. His prick pulsed inside her like a huge heart. Her loins throbbed with heat inside, feeling tighter than they ever had, Herb's cock stuffing every inch of her cunt hole.
Herb shoved his hand down, feeling around between her ass and his balls. When he lifted his hand to inspect it, he looked shocked at first, then gleeful. He rubbed fluid on her tit, pussy cream tinged with blood.
"Jesus Christ, I got your cherry!"
Cindy couldn't respond. She was breathing too hard, too scared to speak or move. She was bleeding. Herb's cock had ripped something in her pussy hole, her cherry, her maidenhead.
"I got your cherry, little girl," Herb chuckled. "Goddamn, I got your cherry! Oh, fuck!"
Cindy's mouth opened wide, her breath held. Even though his cock really didn't hurt her much at all, she was sure she would be in agony at any moment.
Herb lifted her up again, then let her back down, up, down, up, down. Cindy remained tense, but the intense pain she expected, never came. As Herb worked her up and down on his cock with longer strokes, her clit slid back and forth along his rock-hard prickshaft, and all at once she realized that pleasure was streaming through her loins. Her bubble of tenseness burst and she relaxed, moaning softly.
"Ride it," Herb panted. "Fuck it." He was sweating heavily from the effort of lifting her up and down, and now he relaxed himself as Cindy took over the fucking. His hands stroked her ass and lower back, exciting her as she began to jerk her body up and down on his cock.
"Oooh, it feels so good!" Cindy cooed, panting as she rode up and down, her tits jiggling, the man's stiff prick slipping almost completely in and out of her pussy. "It feels so good!"
"Fuck me, you little mink, you hot little mink!" Herb rubbed her smooth, squirming body all over, his rough hands exciting her sensitive skin.
Cindy's eyes wobbled in her skull. Oh, God, it felt so good! It didn't hurt at all. She loved the feel of Herb's big hard hot cock reaming her out as she wiggled her ass and fucked her cunt up and down on it. She loved the feel of Herb's hairy chest and belly against her tits and abdomen as she squirmed against him.
Herb appeared shocked as Cindy suddenly mashed her lips to his and slithered her wet tongue into his mouth. As their tongues met, hot sensations streamed through Cindy's body, increasing the pleasure and tension in her pussy. Her clit pulsed, swelling and hardening even more, rubbing back and forth against Herb's bumpy, stone-hard prickshaft. Needles of electrical pleasure shot through Cindy's nipples and cut. She jerked up and down faster and faster, rotating her ass, trying to suck off Herb's cock with her cunt now instead of with her mouth and throat.
Herb caressed her back, her tits, her head. His bristly beard-stubble sandpapered her tits and face, exciting her. She felt so slippery and sleek in his arms, and her cunt was getting all molten and squishy inside as it fucked his cock. Her cunt made squishing noises as it fucked, and that excited her, too. She felt lewd and sensuous and sexy. She'd never dreamed that fucking could ever feel so good. She rubbed her nipples all over Herb's face, teasing him to suck them. She loved having her tits sucked.
"Suck 'em!" she whispered. "Mmn, ohhh!" She giggled as Herb's burning lips munched on her nipples one at a time. He grunted like an old boar, sounding as if he might have a heart attack. She reached down to scratch his chest with her fingernails. Her ass moved up and down, bouncing against his balls. His prick slid in and out of her like a big hard snake. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me!"
She rode faster and faster, letting Herb's cock slip all the way out of her from time to time, but sinking back down on his prick before it could get away, just the tip of his cockhead kissing her open pussy hole before she screwed back down. Occasionally, she lightly bumped her head against the roof of the station wagon, laughing as she did so.
"Oh, Christ, baby, I can't hold it much longer!" Herb sounded delirious. His face resembled a red balloon about to explode.
"Then don't," Cindy crooned. "Squirt your cum into me. Go on, shoot it." She tightened her cunt with a series of quick contractions, wiggling her ass in wild circles, screwing up and down with a vengeance. Her cunt meat swelled, so tight that she could hardly bear it, so hot and itchy and pleasure-saturated that she wanted to scream. "Shoot, squirt it, oh, quick!"
Herb's eyes rolled back. He arched up, his cock swelling and hardening inside Cindy, the sweat pouring off his face. His cock flexed powerfully and suddenly a hot stream of jism gushed into Cindy's cunt. Herb's face contorted with pained ecstasy. "Ahhhhhh!"
"Ohhh, daddy!" Cindy moaned, her own eyes rolling back as the spasms began in her own fuck meat. "Oh, shoot it!"
Herb grunted, bear-hugging her, jerking his loins and fucking his hot load up her pussy hole. He nearly crushed her rib cage as he poured his fuck cream into her, his hairy arms wrapped all the way around her, his mouth slobbering all over her tits. His cock flexed again and again, spurting its jism.
She shuddered in his arms again and again as the spasms overwhelmed her. Her pussy hole had become a voracious sucking mouth, draining the cum from Herb's cock while it quivered and pulsated with hot female ecstasy. I wanna die, Cindy thought. It feels so good, I wanna die.