She leaned over him, kissed him, and said, "That was beautiful, Daddy, I just loved it! Now let me do something nice for you."
"Honey…" Gently pushing her away, Herb moved to his own side of the cot and said firmly, "That's enough for tonight. We've got to get some sleep."
"Oh, no, Daddy!" she protested. "It wouldn't be fair if I didn't make you cum, too! I want to do my part!"
She seized his erect burning cock and began to pump it. Herb snorted with sudden pleasure. Hell, he thought, why not? If she just jacked him off, that was no big deal, and he certainly needed it! "Okay, sweetheart," he said gratefully.
Again Cindy smirked to herself in the darkness. She was wearing him down, and if she got him hot enough, he'd have no resistance left. He'd be unable to refuse her ultimate demand. But she intended to play it cool, not to alarm him by coming right out and asking him to fuck her. She knelt beside him and industriously pumped his big penis, stopping now and then to dip her head and lap up the abundant cream that dribbled from his swollen glans. She could barely contain her excitement. In the dim light of the tent she could see the enormous white bulk of his cock, the incredibly thick purple head, and she longed to get it inside her. She felt the bloated shaft throbbing in her hand, and her excited pussy creamed hotly. But it still wasn't time to make her move. She had to get him more excited.
Cindy bent low over his swollen dick and nibbled the creaming glans with her little white teeth. Herb wailed his pleasure. She worked her slick little tongue tip under the loose foreskin and swished it all around the feverishly hot flesh of his glans. Herb whined, and his cock spat a great glob of cream which Cindy eagerly lapped up. Then she fastened her lips around the swollen purple nut and sucked it vigorously into her juicy mouth.
"Ohhhhh, honey, awwww!" wailed Herb.
Cindy sucked him noisily and swiftly, at the same time tickling his balls and anus. She jammed her little finger stiffly into his asshole, and Herb almost shot off the cot in his excitement. The delicious, hot, juicy sucking continued, and he found himself arching his body and straining for climax. He dug his stiff meat into her slick throat, he was on the very verge of cumming, and his breath came in ragged gasps.
With lightning speed, Cindy released his cock from her mouth, straddled him, and plunged her hotly creaming little cunt right down on his rigid dick.
"Cindy!" he yelped.
In the faint moonlight he saw the gleeful look on her pert little face as she slid down his slick pole. By the time he recovered from his shock, it was too late, she had succeeded in impaling herself all the way on his stiff-standing cock.
"Oooooo!!" she squealed.
Cindy's eyes rolled feverishly in her head as she felt her father's enormous long penis entering eager little cunt. It was even bigger and harder than she'd thought, and for a moment she was actually afraid. Its incredible thickness stretched her inexperienced vagina almost to bursting, and it was so long that it butted her womb. Her cunt was thoroughly stuffed, her belly so full she could hardly breathe.
But she didn't tear, she didn't feel pain, only a wonderful, ecstatic sensation of being well stuffed with cock. Rick's skinny, swift prick had been lots of fun, but she knew now that she'd been missing something, the real fullness of penetration which comes only from the adult penis. Blissfully she began to move up and down on the rigid pole, her cunt creaming steadily and providing all the slick lubrication she needed.
He gawked at her. He couldn't understand how, if she was a virgin, she could be enjoying herself so much. His cock was far too large for her, he felt – either that, or he just couldn't believe a cunt could be so tiny and snug. But Cindy showed no sign of pain. Her little tits swelled up tight with arousal, her pussy juiced like a fountain, and she worked herself greedily up and down on him as if starved for friction.
"Honey," he said, "aren't I hurting you?"
"Ohhhh, no, Daddy!" she said. "It feels great! I just love it! Don't make me stop!"
Herb giggled insanely. It was an absurd, unbelievable situation, a beautiful young girl fucking him deliriously and begging him not to stop her! My God, it was all his erotic fantasies come true! He couldn't resist playing the scene to the end. After all, the real damage been done, he was already in her, and it seemed silly to quit at this point. He had to have her! With a snarl of lust, he reached for the crooning girl and drew her down on his sweating body, clutching her possessively. He seized her quivering little ass and hugged it fiercely against him, forcing his cock deeply into her. He began to fuck her, slowly, deeply, his brain spinning with pleasure as he worked in her wonderfully tight slick sheath.
"Ohhhhh, Daddy, Daddy!" Cindy moaned hoarsely. "I love it, I love it, please fuck me, Daddy, do it even harder!"
Herb speeded up the tempo and force of his thrusts, and Cindy writhed blissfully on top of him, digging her fingers into his shoulders. His hugely thick cock forced out her juices with a loud, obscene squishing noise which only excited father and daughter even more. Herb whined and gasped steadily as he enjoyed his first decent fuck in years, and Cindy squealed and howled her delight as she received a cock long and thick enough to satisfy her precocious needs.
With such excitement, it didn't take them long to cum. Cindy's slim body suddenly went rigid, and she screeched her intense pleasure. Herb jerked his hips like a pile driver, ramming her mercilessly, and his cum flooded out, filling her tiny cunt. She couldn't take it all, and the hot liquid streamed out to wet the cot beneath them.
"Ohhhh, Daddy, Daddy!" she blissfully sobbed, quaking in his arms as they came. Then she collapsed, exhausted and happy, snug in his arms.
With the dissipation of his mindless lust, the horrible realization came to Herb that he had just fucked his own fifteen-year-old daughter.
CHAPTER TEN
The Smiths' big Saint Bernard dog Senator was sad and uneasy. He couldn't understand why his older mistress had sent him away from the scene of rutting, why he hadn't been allowed to stay around while she and the boy had more fun. He felt he had done something wrong, but he didn't know what it was. He had been ordered back to camp, so he went, but somehow things were not right in his canine world.
As he trotted the last yards down the track Senator suddenly stopped and pricked up his ears. Shrill shrieks and harsh howls were coming from the tent where his master and younger mistress were sleeping. Trouble! Growling, the big shaggy dog sped for the tent, all his fighting instincts aroused. He was ready to fight, ready to give his life for his owners. He crashed through the flap door of the tent and skidded to a halt.
For the second time that night, the big dog was puzzled. There were no intruders, no strangers to attack and drive off. There were only Herb and Cindy. And there were those strange noises, almost like cries of pain and distress. The two humans lay close together on the cot, their bodies writhing violently, their voices shrill. Then suddenly they went limp, and Senator understood. That familiar scent wafted from the cot to his alert nostrils, the smell of mating.
Senator was reassured, but he did not relax. His protective instincts were replaced now by another kind of urge, but one equally insistent. The odor of sexual heat caused the big dog to shiver excitedly and trot over to the cot. His bushy tail wagged, and his long red tongue lolled out, dripping saliva.
He barked for attention.
"Oh, it's Senator!" laughed Cindy, rolling over to pet the big furry dog. "Hello, boy. You – hey!"
Senator suddenly leaped onto the cot, burrowed his furry face between Cindy's legs, and began to lick her soaked pussy furiously.