"Senator, no!" shouted Herb.
The big dog paid no attention to him. Cindy giggled. "Gee, Daddy, it feels kinds good! In fact, it feels GREAT!"
Herb shook his head, half in exasperation and half in helpless affection for his remarkable daughter. The girl seemed endlessly lusty. He watched the excited Saint Bernard licking noisily between her legs, and he could see how she might enjoy it. It would be just like having a guy go down on her, only Senator's tongue was even bigger and wetter and faster. Herb still felt he should pull the dog off her, but, then, what the hell, it was a crazy night anyhow. If Cindy was having fun, why should he interfere? He decided to ignore his nagging conscience, his violated sense of morality, and just dig the scene. All too soon the fun would be over, for he knew that by tomorrow he would come to his senses and end this sinful involvement with his daughter.
Cindy sighed deeply and opened her legs very wide for Senator. Now Herb could see exactly what the dog was doing. His huge red tongue flicked and lapped all over Cindy's most delicate and sensitive parts, her clit and labia and cunt mouth and anus. Once his long tongue burrowed briefly into her cunt, and Cindy giggled, then gasped her pleasure.
Herb moved closer to her, slipping an arm under her shoulders, and she sighed and rested her head on his chest. As the dog continued to lick and taste her, she reached out and began to play mischievously with Herb's limp, damp penis, as if she wanted to bring him into the fun also. He didn't stop her. It felt good.
Cindy got rapidly excited. Her little tits swelled up tight, and a delicate rosy flush spread over her body. Her clit stood up stiff and eager under Senator's flashing tongue, and her labia and cunt began to cream and glisten. She breathed heavily, and she began to pump Herb's cock urgently. Rather to his surprise, he found himself getting hard again. At his age, he hadn't expected to get it up again that night.
"Oh, Daddy, look at that!" Cindy cried.
They both started at the Saint Bernard. Senator was sitting back on his haunches now, as if begging, and from his furry belly the astonished father and daughter saw his enormous red, gleaming canine penis slowly emerge. It seemed to go on and on, incredibly long and thick.
"Golly," exclaimed Cindy, "I'm glad I'm not a girl dog!"
Herb winced. The thought of that enormous dog-cock going into any vagina was horrendous. It would split Cindy in half. Still neither he nor Cindy could take their eyes off the Saint Bernard's steadily lengthening penis, which now dripped abundant lubricating juices. Senator began to pant and whine and paw the cot.
"Ohhhh, poor doggy!" Cindy cried sympathetically, adding with a giggle, "I know just how he feels!"
"Me, too," sighed Herb. His own cock was stiff as a poker now under Cindy's insistent pumping, and he could well share her sympathy for the hapless dog. "Too bad we can't find him a friend."
Just then Senator, unable to contain himself leaped on Cindy and began to hammer his rock-hard dog-cock against her tender vulva. Cindy shrieked in fright, and Herb grabbed the dog's collar and roughly pulled him away.
"Senator, no! Bad dog!" he admonished.
Senator whined pitifully and eyed Cindy's gleaming pussy with painful longing. He tugged violently at the restraining collar, and in the frenzy of his need, his strength grew. With a mighty leap, he managed to pull the collar out of Herb's grasp. Before the startled Cindy could move out of the way, Senator was on her again.
"Eeee!!" she screamed.
To his horror, Herb saw the huge dog's enormously thick red penis slamming into his daughter's tiny cunt. Cindy was almost buried under the furry mass of Senator's body, and all Herb could see was her startled face as the dog sank onto her. He grabbed Senator's collar and tried to pull the dog off her, but it was hopeless. Senator wrapped his furry forearm around the trembling girl and clung tightly to her. Herb attempted to lift the dog bodily, but his hugely thick cock stuck in Cindy's cunt, trapping him in her body. There was only one thing left to do, much as Herb disliked hurting his faithful dog. He leaped from the bed and found a frying pan, intending to knock Senator out with it. It was cruel, but it was the only way he could save Cindy.
He ran back to the cot, raised the frying pan, and was about to strike when Cindy's urgent voice stopped him.
"Wait, Daddy, don't hit him!"
Herb gawked at her. All he could see was her childish face peering out from the mass of fur, but there was a definite change in her expression. Even as Senator's hips jerked furiously, testifying to the brutal speed and force of his rutting, Cindy's face softened and the fear left her eyes. Herb watched in astonishment as her skin flushed, her eyes glowed, and she licked her lips sensually. Suddenly she sighed and showed her teeth in a horny little grin.
"Hey," she giggled, "this is fun!"
Herb stood there in shock, dropping the heavy frying pan to the floor, as he watched his little daughter wrap her legs around the furry body of the humping dog. A loud lewd squishing noise came from between her legs as Senator burrowed even deeper into her cunt. Her eyes rolled crazily, and she began to shriek her intense pleasure. Senator picked up on her increasing excitement, humping her harder than ever. Cindy clenched her teeth and threw her legs open wide, moaning and gurgling as a violent orgasm washed over her. Senator licked her face affectionately, then gave a little yelp as he emptied his seed into her.
Herb watched incredulously as Senator drew away and his long red limp penis slipped out of Cindy's cunt, followed by a gush of thick cream, a flood of dog cum which her tiny passage couldn't hold. Senator trotted to a corner of the tent and sat down to lick himself. Cindy stretched and purred.
Then she looked at Herb and flashed him an undisguised leer of invitation. "Come here, Daddy!" she said and giggled: "I'm ready for you now!"
He couldn't believe it. There she lay, her childish labia rubbed red and puffy after all that screwing, after three orgasms, her little cunt still pumping out streams of human and canine cum, and still she wanted more! There was no doubt about it. Her eyes glowed hotly, and she wiggled her hips impatiently.
After years of sexual starvation, it was more than Herb could resist. Grinning, he approached the cot, flipped Cindy over on her hands and knees, raised her little ass in the air, and eagerly stuffed his stiff dick into her soaked cunt. He stood there slamming it to her, gripping her hips to steady himself, his balls slapping loudly against her thighs. And Cindy loved it.
"Oh, wow Yeah," she shrieked. "Ball me, Daddy, hard, hard!"
He grinned even more fiercely and began fucking her so hard that the cot shook and her little tits wobbled and jerked. He dug deliciously deep into her wonderfully tight pulpy hole, bellowing his pleasure without restraint.
It was just at this moment that the tent flap opened, and Betty and Rick stepped inside.
"Herb!" screamed Betty. "Herb, my God, no!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Five minutes earlier, Betty and Rick had left the mossy clearing after three delicious fucks, not counting Senator's rather bizarre intrusion. Betty's cunt was blissfully sore and satisfied, and cum streamed down her legs as she walked back to the campsite. She knew she should be thoroughly ashamed of herself, but all she could feel was a wonderful sense of fulfillment. After waiting and hungering for so many years, she had really needed a night like this.
Rick strode proudly beside her, unable to resist glancing at her flushed, satisfied face. He hadn't seen his mother looking so happy and relaxed in years, and it was all due to him! He felt like singing, jumping, giggling. It was only his first day as an ex-virgin, and already he had balled two women into sighing, panting contentment.