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  "Daddy, you can't tease me like this," I whimpered. "Let me have it. I want it all."

  A slow smile spread across his face. "Tell me what you want."

  "Your cock, Daddy! I want it deep inside me. Please don't make me wait." I rubbed my crotch against his belly, smearing my juices across his perfect abs. I'm sure I could have come just by grinding my clit against his muscular ridges. But I held out. Nothing short of full penetration would do. "Please, Daddy, I need you to fill me up."

  He didn't thrust into me all at once. Instead he eased slowly into my pussy. And it was probably a good job that he did. I cried out as he split me apart and stretched my cunt wider than any man had stretched me before. It felt like I was taking a tree trunk inside me! I was gasping and panting when I finally settled into his lap several minutes later.

  "Are you okay, Tracy?" He brushed the sweaty strands of hair out of my face and gave me a tender kiss on the forehead.

  All I could do was nod.

  We sat like that for a while so I could get used to his thickness. We kissed and caressed each other's bodies. He brought my heavy breasts to his lips and sucked on my hard pink nipples in turn. Each time his mouth touched me, the muscles of my cunt would convulse around his shaft. My clit tingled. I needed to feel the hot rush of Daddy's semen pouring into my pussy before I went mad with lust.

  "Fuck me, Daddy," I breathed into his ear. "Your little girl wants to be fucked so desperately."

  He started slowly at first. I won't lie, the pain was exquisite. But once I got used to the sensation I demanded that Daddy fuck me harder and harder.

  My screams of pleasure grew so loud that at one point he had to put his hand over my mouth to muffle me. He told me what a good girl I was, and how amazing it felt to be inside my snug little hole. He told me that he loved me so very much. Tears of joy filled my eyes.

  "Fill me up, Daddy," I begged. "I want to feel you come inside me."

  My words had an instantaneous effect on him. The spark of passion in his eyes turned into a raging flame. His hips bucked hard as he slammed his crotch into my buttocks. Each thrust brought a fresh wave of pleasure.

  "I'm so close, Daddy! Make me come! Make me come!"

  A wild cry escaped his lips. His whole body stiffened, and I felt his cock lurch. The instant his semen poured into me, I orgasmed. Gush upon gush of his cum continued to flow. I couldn't believe my Daddy's balls were capable of such a vast and potent load. We clung to each other and cried out in our mutual ecstasy.

  Long after Daddy stopped coming, my pussy continued to contract around him. I wasn't about to be cheated of a single drop. I sank into his arms and snuggled against his chest.

  Behind me, on the TV, the crowd in the stadium let out a wild cheer.

  "Who won?" I panted. "Did our team win?"

  Daddy kissed my shoulder and hugged me tight. "I don't care, baby girl. I don't fucking care."

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  STORY 11

  Chapter One

  Betty glared at me over the top of her sunglasses. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting with my son," she said. "Stop it this instant."

  I blushed and adjusted the straps on my bikini top. The outfit was small by design, almost to the point of being obscene. But it was a good kind of obscene; a sexy obscene. Granted, a sizeable portion of my areolas were visible beyond the edges of the fabric triangles that covered my enormous breasts. I tried to pretend the revelation of my nipples was nothing but an innocent accident.

  "You're delusional," I told her. "I'm not flirting with Jack."

  Betty—my best friend since college—knew me better than that. "Yes you are, Candice. I've never seen you wear such a skimpy outfit before."

  "Of course it's skimpy. What do you want me to wear? A burka? We're on a beach for crying out loud. How else am I supposed to get some sun?"

  "Yes, well there's one son you're not getting this weekend, and it's mine. If you're having so much as a single perverted thought about Jack, you can put it out of your mind right now. For once in your life can you act your age? This is supposed to be a wholesome family camping trip, Candice, not an excuse for your sneaky debauchery."

  "I'm insulted!" I huffed. "Seducing your son is the last thing I'd ever dream of doing this weekend."

  "It's been the only thing on your mind since your divorce. So keep your manicured claws off my pure and innocent boy."

  The 'innocent boy' in question was standing waist deep in the lake, a mere twenty feet away, chucking a football back and forth with my son, Neil. They looked like a stereotypical pair of All-American college boys. Sunlight glinted off the sheen of sweat that covered their smooth pecs and muscular shoulders. Every time a bicep curled in my direction, or I caught a glimpse of six-pack abs, an erotic shiver went through me. It was like looking at an Abercrombie and Fitch ad that had come to life.

  My eyes lingered longer than they should when Jack dived for the ball and splashed into the water. He surfaced a moment later, his perfect body drenched as he flicked his dark, wet hair out of his face. The water clung to his swim trunks in the most appealing way, revealing the outline of something very substantial underneath.

  "Stop drooling," Betty said and smacked my arm.

  I sighed. "Can you blame me? Even you have to admit you have a good-looking boy."

  "He's just as handsome as your son, but you don't see me throwing myself at Neil like a crazed, sex-starved harpy."

  "How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not throwing myself at Jack. There's no harm in giving him an admiring stare or two."

  "Harmless stares I don't mind. It's your blatant exhibitionism I can do without."

  I re-tied the strings on my hips that kept the front and back of my bikini bottoms tied together. "I'm merely showing Jack that younger women don't have a monopoly on good looks. Older women can be just as attractive."

  Betty plucked a magazine from the pile stacked on the towel beside her. "Save your desperate flirting for older men, Candice."

  "Older men aren't as fun as guys in their twenties," I said with a pout.

  "I wouldn't know."

  "Of course you wouldn't. Going celibate after your divorce was the worst thing you could have done. You should be getting into the dating scene like I am."

  "Why bother," she said with a shrug. "No one wants a woman in her forties. Face facts, Candice, the glory days of our youth are well behind us."

  As much as I hated to admit it, Betty was right. Both of us were divorced and free, but every attempt we'd made to recapture the active sex-lives of our pasts ended in failure. Another fact I dreaded to admit was that the dating scene for the forty-plus crowd was dismal at best. In the past twelve months I hadn't even managed to get laid. How much pent-up horniness could one woman endure?

  A naughty thought crossed my mind. "You want to know something, Betty?" I asked as I toyed with the straw on my can of diet soda.

  "Hmm?" she grunted as she flicked through her magazine.

  "I wouldn't be averse to you having a little fling with Neil … if he caught your fancy."

  She threw down her magazine. "Really, Candice? Your son? What kind of a pervert are you? It's like I don't know you anymore."

  "What's so perverted about dating him? I'd rather my son be with you, someone I know and trust. Someone who's a good woman and could treat him much better than those slutty college girls he's going to be mingling with in September."

  Betty pointed an accusing finger in my face. "Don't try to justify your obscene behavior to me in the hope that I'll suddenly change my mind and say: 'Hey, Candice, let's swap sons,' because it's not going to happen. You're barking up the wrong tree, girlfriend."

  "A son swap?" I exclaimed innocently. "I never thought of that before. What a great idea!"

  Betty gave a snort of disgust and settled back on her beach towel. "I'm not having this conversation with you. As far as I'm concerned you need to take a dip in that ice cold lake over there to calm your libido. An
d the moment you get home you need to book some quality time with your vibrator."

  I fluttered the tips of my fingers against my lower lip as I watched our sons splash around on the shore. "A dip in the lake you say? Yum!"

  She stretched out her arm to hold me down and keep me from leaping to my feet. "Not while the boys are in there."

  "Spoil sport!"

  The camping trip with our sons had been my bright idea. Both boys had graduated from high school with honors. As a reward for their hard work I suggested we take them to Lake Petankwah to celebrate over the long weekend. My ex-husband had been a camping buff, so I had all the necessary gear in my garage. Betty and I planned to share the big tent while Jack and Neil got a separate pup tent each. I looked forward to working on my summer tan while I enjoyed the fresh wilderness air. But, most important of all, the trip would give me the chance to dust off my seductive skills and perhaps entice my best friend's son into an illicit weekend affair.

  I was, of course, foiled at every turn. Betty became aware of my intentions earlier than I expected, and she watched me like a hawk. It also didn't help that Jack was being uncooperative. He seemed oblivious to my sexual advances.

  On our first day at the lakeside I loudly announced that I needed help rubbing suntan lotion onto my back. I'd already taken the liberty of removing my top. My forearms were pressed to my substantial breasts in an attempt at modesty. I hoped the ample side-boob I displayed would be enough to entice a certain sexy volunteer to assist me. I made eyes at Jack, hoping he'd be eager for a chance to rub his hands all over my body. To my dismay it was my son who came to my 'rescue.'

  Neil knelt behind me and gathered up my long blonde hair in his fist to keep it out of the way. I squirted some coconut-scented lotion onto his palm and let him smear it across my pale shoulders.

  "Lay down on your belly so I can get your lower back too," Neil said.

  I closed my eyes and tried to pretend it was Jack's strong hands touching my skin.

  "You want me to do the backs of your legs too, Mom?"

  Wild sexual fantasies were going through my head at that moment. The last thing I needed was someone touching and rubbing my thighs—even if it was only my son.

  "Thanks, honey. I can do the rest by myself."

  "Are you sure? I don't mind finishing you off."

  "I'll be fine."

  Neil went back to his own towel to catch some rays. I kept trying to catch Jack's eye. From time to time I would arch my back and turn over. Each time I would 'accidentally' expose myself for a few brief seconds. My flirtatious ways went unnoticed; Jack remained oblivious to my flashing. I gritted my teeth in frustration. How could a boy his age be so naive? Didn't he realize I was trying to entice him? God, I was going to go crazy with lust unless I got laid soon.

  Well, if I couldn't get his attention by subtly showing him my breasts, I'd have to resort to more drastic ways to get what I wanted.

  Chapter Two

  The sound of crickets filled my ears as I lay in the dark beside Betty and stared up at the ceiling of our tent. I tossed and turned on my inflatable mattress, unable to get to sleep. I tried to touch myself in the hope of relieving some of the sexual tension that consumed me, but every time I slipped a hand below my waist my sleeping bag made loud crinkling noises. I was certain I'd wake my friend with my vigorous masturbation. Maybe it would be better if I slipped out into the night and played with myself under the stars where no one else could see or hear me.

  I threw back the tent flaps and crept out into the darkness. The campfire had burned down to glowing red embers. Just beyond were the two pup tents where Neil and Jack slept.

  I squatted down and shoved a hand into my panties to tend to my aching pussy. My mound was already wet and swollen with need. There was something exciting about playing with myself in the open. Despite my overactive libido, my sex-life had been pretty vanilla. One of my unrealized fantasies was to be taken in the great outdoors. To be fucked in the wilderness would be such a primal and animalistic thrill.

  My eyes drifted to the pup tents as I swirled a finger across my clit. I wondered what would happen if Jack suddenly emerged and caught me squatting here with my legs spread wide, and my hand moving frantically in my crotch. Would he realize my desperate need and march over to fuck me here by the fire pit?

  His wet swim trunks had revealed quite the substantial bulge. What would it be like to have that monster of a cock thrusting inside me? My hand moved faster against my cunt, and a gasp of pleasure escaped me. Perhaps my moans would be loud enough to stir Jack from his slumber.

  I blame foolish passion for what I did next. Slipping my wet fingers from my panties I crept to the opposite side of the campsite and slowly tugged on the zipper of the pup tent on the right. To my ears the sound of the teeth parting was as loud as thunder. I thought for sure I'd wake everyone up. Then I'd have to answer for my embarrassing actions. It was only my unquenchable lust that kept me from stopping.

  At last the tent flap was open wide enough for me to crawl inside. The air inside was stuffy and perfumed with the sweaty musk of young man's body. I breathed deep and relished the erotic power that Jack's scent had on my quivering, sex-starved body. My fingers found his foot encased in a sleeping bag, and I traced a path upwards along his shin, over his knee, across his thigh. I froze when I came to his crotch. To my delight I discovered the fabric was tented by his night-time erection.

  The air was warm and he hadn't pulled the sleeping bag any higher to cover himself. My fingers kept heading northward, and I discovered the warm bare flesh of his uncovered torso. I was torn between two options: do I run my hands along his abs and caress the muscular expanse of his chest? Or do I pull back the covers and spend more time discovering what was keeping his sleeping bag aloft over his crotch?

  I'm sure you can guess which course of action I chose.

  The shadowy spire of him was revealed at last. I was delighted that he slept naked because it would have been a shame to disturb his slumber by undressing him. I muttered a curse under my breath and wished I'd brought a flashlight or a lighter with me so I could fully appreciate Jack's penis. All I had was my sense of touch, so I guess I'd have to make do.

  I was trembling as I reached out to trace the outline of his shaft. My fingers moved as lightly as a feather, but it was enough to cause his member to twitch in response. A soft moan spilled from his lips. I froze and prayed to God that Jack didn't roll over in his sleep and spoil my fun. Thankfully, my naughty prayers were answered and I was able to continue my explorations unimpeded.

  My hand felt tiny as I clutched him. Jack was rock hard, yet silky smooth at the same time. The thick vein than ran from his root to his tip throbbed in my grip. I brushed my thumb over his bulbous tip. How delicious would it feel to have him push that velvety flesh against the lips of my pussy?

  I'd already pressed my luck far enough by touching Jack. The most prudent course of action would be to cover him up again, and get out of his tent before he woke up. But I wasn't in my right mind. Now that I'd stroked him, I wanted more. Before I realized what I was doing, I pressed the mushroom-shaped head of his prick against my lips. I drew him deeper into my mouth, letting my long blonde hair pool into his lap as I bobbed my head up and down.

  Curling my fingers around his thick base I gently pumped him until he began to moan with delight in his sleep. I tightened my grip and began to stroke faster. I could feel his cock swell inside my mouth. The sweet trickle of pre-cum oozed from his tip and bathed my tongue in it's slippery sweetness. In a few brief second he would convulse between my lips, and I'd have my prize: the warm spurt of fresh young cum!

  "Oh, fuck," he murmured as he stirred awake at last.

  Running away was no longer an option. I'd committed to this act of fellatio and I was determined to see my efforts through to the very end. I reached up and placed my hand over Jack's mouth to muffle his inquisitive mumbles of pleasure.

  He was on the brink. I could feel the in
evitable onrush of his orgasm. His thighs and pelvis quivered as a gush of semen raced along his length and erupted in my mouth like an open fire-hydrant. Cum splattered across my tongue and trickled warmly down my throat. Jack moaned into my cupped palm while I moaned into his cock. He tasted like the sweetest honey, and I swallowed every bit of him, making sure to lap away every last droplet that covered his still-throbbing cockhead.

  My fingers gently cupped his scrotum so I could milk his balls for every last ounce of him. I kept sucking until Jack stopped quivering beneath me, and his cock went flaccid in my mouth. In the darkness all I could see was his chest heaving up and down. I wished I could witness the pleasure etched on his face.

  By now my panties were drenched with my own desire. Surely the boy could smell my lust for him. I wanted so much to straddle his face and have him lick me in the same way I'd licked him. But I'd already risked too much tonight.

  There was a sound of movement outside the tent walls. Perhaps it was a small woodland creature. Perhaps not.

  Jack tried to speak. I silenced him by pressing a finger to his lips. "Shh," I murmured. "Our little secret."

  Then I crawled away into the night, licking the last of his semen from the corners of my mouth as I hurried back to my own tent.

  Chapter Three

  The following morning, as Betty and I cooked up a mountain of eggs and hash browns on the camp stove, I cast furtive glances in Jack's direction. I expected him to be shy and bashful around me on account of being seduced in the middle of the night. Remarkably, he was as confident and carefree around me as if nothing had happened between us. The kid sure knew how to play things cool. An attitude like that only made me want him more.

  I went over to the picnic table to give him his plate of food. "Did you have a good night's sleep last night, Jack?" I purred.

  He wolfed down his breakfast. "It was the best, Mrs. Beckley," he said between mouthfuls. "I love sleeping in a pup tent."