But Senator was getting other ideas. He enjoyed licking her pungent juices, but it was only a prelude to what his deepest instincts demanded. His enormously long, thick, canine penis began to emerge from his shaggy belly, hard and stiff and gleaming. His testicles swelled up with seed, and he began to whine and shiver. It wasn't enough now just to lick her. He felt the overpowering urge to mate. His long dangling dog-cock, fully erect now, dripped its lubricating juices, and he looked frantically around for a female dog to satisfy his lust. But there was none, there was only the human female, crouched and ready, almost like one of his own kind. Driven beyond all restraint, reacting instinctively to her inviting posture, Senator leaped onto Betty's back and began hammering his enormous prick against her vulva, seeking entrance.
Betty gave a muffled cry of astonishment. She felt the furry forearms wrapping tightly around her waist, the rock-hard prick ramming her tender genitals. Then suddenly she dropped Rick's half-erect cock from her mouth and yelled, "Ohhhhhhh, my God!"
The dog had penetrated her.
Betty, immobilized by shock, felt the incredibly fat long prick stuffing her cunt relentlessly, steadily, until she was full of it. She felt the dog's huge red-hot testicles slapping against her thighs.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Rick yelped.
He saw her rigid on hands and knees, her eyes wide and somehow glazed, her mouth hanging open, while Senator jerked and bounced over her raised buttocks. "He – he's fucking me!" she said in a strangled voice. Then, slowly, almost wonderingly, a sensual smile spread over her face. "Oh, Rick," she murmured huskily, "his prick is huge! It feels so gooood!"
Rick lay there gawking at her, hardly believing what was happening. Senator's long red tongue lolled out, dripping saliva onto her back, as he panted and humped her with blinding speed and brutal force. Betty's tongue protruded, too, in her mindless frenzy of pleasure, and her eyes seemed about to pop from her head. Her big tits flopped violently as the dog's humping rocked her body.
"Ooooooo, good doggy!" she squealed. "Aaaaahhhhh, aaaggghhhh!!"
She came again and again, unable to count the times that Senator's enormous fat prick jolted her eager cunt into orgasm. When she was almost ready to faint with pleasure, she suddenly felt an enormous flood of dog-cum bursting in her vagina and blasting into her sucking womb. Then the heavy dog collapsed on her, and she fell to the ground, almost smothered by his furry weight. She squealed and shrieked her joy as his shooting, wriggling canine penis emptied itself into her.
Then, in the manner of dogs, Senator abruptly withdrew and sat down to lick himself and rest. Betty whined, and clawed the mossy ground, her pelvis still writhing with the after-shocks of her multiple orgasms. Never in her life had she been so well fucked, and it had been so unexpected!
"Mom!" It was Rick's voice, petulant and insistent. "Mom, you didn't finish with me!"
In fact Rick was miserable with jealousy. He had caught a glimpse of Senator's unbelievably big penis and knew he could never equal it. He had seen how wildly his mother had enjoyed being fucked by the big dog, experiencing heights of pleasure Rick had never given her. He felt he must demand her attention again, or lose her. She must forget Senator!
Betty glanced at the pouting boy and saw that his little white prick was stiff with need. "Oh, I'm sorry, darling!" she said, rolling over on her back and opening her arms to him. "Come on, I'll take care of you now."
But Rick wasn't satisfied. He glanced jealously at the big dog, who was sitting next to them preening and licking himself. "Make Senator go away," he said sullenly. "I don't like it when he watches us."
Betty sighed. The dog was doing no harm, and Rick was being a bit of a bastard. But she didn't want to quarrel. "Senator, go!" she ordered. "Back to camp!"
Reluctantly, the Saint Bernard wandered away. When he was gone, Rick threw himself roughly on Betty and wormed his cock into her flooded steamy cunt. "Now," he said, "we can have some real fun!"
CHAPTER NINE
At last Herb had gotten to sleep, but it wasn't fated to last very long. He awoke groggily to find someone trying to crawl into bed with him.
"Hmmmmm?" he muttered.
"Daddy, move over!" came Cindy's small voice. "I'm scared!"
Herb moaned and tried to make room for her on the narrow cot. Cindy snuggled up close to him. "Scared?" he muttered. "Of what?"
"All those noises out there," said Cindy solemnly, "the animals and birds and things. And besides, Mom and Rick aren't here, and the tent seems so empty."
Herb began to feel more alert. "What? Where did they go?"
"I don't know," said Cindy. "Mom got up to take a walk, and Rick followed her."
Herb thought this over and decided it was all right. Betty was obviously having insomnia, and perhaps the boy had just gone to check on her safety or to keep her company. "Okay," he said. "I'm going back to sleep."
"Good night, Daddy," Cindy said sweetly.
He turned his back on her and began to drift off again. But Cindy didn't make it easy for him. Presently she snuggled up to him, spoon-fashion, her arms around his waist and her belly pressing his buttocks. Herb customarily slept naked, and so he could feel the soft contours of her body through her thin nightgown. He thanked God he was too sleepy to be aroused by the contact. But then she started caressing his chest, as if fascinated by its thick hairy matting.
"Cindy, honey," he said wearily, "I'm trying to sleep. Lie still, okay?"
"Oh, sorry, Daddy," she answered meekly. Her hands went still on his chest.
He did sleep then, for about a minute. He was soundly asleep, and he began to have a delicious erotic dream in which beautiful young girls pursued him, refused to leave him alone until he'd made love to them. One of them in particular couldn't keep her hands off him.
Herb awoke to find Cindy playing with his cock.
She was lying as still as she could, under the circumstances, still snuggled up to him, her hands groping around blindly as she explored his body. She had found his penis and curled the fingers of one hand around it, holding it securely, while with the other hand she industriously worked back the slippery wrinkled foreskin to expose his sensitive glans. She trailed her fingertip all around the raw head of his cock, sending shivers of sensual feeling through his pelvis.
For a while Herb lay still, pretending to sleep, while he debated what to do. At first he'd simply been annoyed at being bothered, but as he lay there, he became conscious of how nice it felt to have his prick gently petted. He admitted to himself that he wanted it to go on and on. But of he course he would have to speak up and make her stop. This could only lead to mischief, and his conscience was bothering him enough already in regard to his pretty teenage daughter. But, Jesus, it felt good.
Just as Herb was about to speak, the inevitable happened: his prick went erect and rigid in her hand. "Oooooooo!" Cindy exclaimed softly, admiringly. She gripped the thickened organ even tighter, running her hand up and down the stiff shaft, feeling its impressive girth and hardness.
"Cindy!" moaned Herb. "Stop it, damn it!"
"Oh, Daddy," she said innocently, "I just had to touch it again. It's so big!" She had almost added, "Much bigger than Rick's," but caught herself in time.
Cindy sensed her parents wouldn't be too pleased if they found out how she and Rick had spent the day. The funny thing was, even though she and her brother had spent nearly the whole day making love, she still wanted to do it. When the disturbance had happened – her mother getting up, Senator trying to wake Daddy and Rick – Cindy had been wakened, too, and she found she couldn't go back to sleep because her pussy was aching for more action. She was glad when Rick left the tent, because then she could be alone with Daddy. Of course Daddy wasn't exactly co-operative – she hadn't expected him to be – but now that she'd gotten his peter hard, she felt fairly confident about persuading him to attend to her needs.