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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am not the author. I don't have the talent.
I can only be ... "TheEditor".
The Family Pet
Chapter 1
Sunny came awake to a delightful tingling of her dainty cunt,
and for the first startled moment, she thought she'd napped too
long in the backyard sun and was blistering again. With her
tender skin, it was so easy to sunburn.
But it was only George, licking at her thighs again, acting
silly as a dog could. She tried to bring her knees together, but
somehow, he had gotten in between them this time; his hairy body
was thick and muscled when she squeezed, and the solidity of it
made a funny little thrill race up her backbone.
"George," she said lazily, "go away, George." But she didn't
really mean it. His nose snuffled deeply into the swim-suit
bottom she wore, and the heat of his breath increased the tingling
in her snatch.
Tugging the towel down over herself, Sunny thought that it
wouldn't hurt to let the crazy dog have his way, to let him lick
at her pussy until he was tired of it. Besides, it felt so good.
She lifted her butt and gave a wiggle that helped her slide the
swim suit down, but she had to put one bare foot against George's
wide chest to shove him back far enough so she could get the
almost-bikini off her legs.
Quickly then, she made a tent of the big towel and spread her
knees so George could stick his soft, hairy muzzle back into place
over her crotch. He did it quickly, eager to get his hot, wet
tongue going on her feathery-haired pussy.
Of course, she didn't mean to let him try anything else, just
the hot and ticklish lapping he was always trying on her cunt.
Ever since the Great Dane grew up, it seemed like he was hungry to
lick her twat. And her mother was always saying, watch out for
that dog, Sunny---slap him when he does that. But her mom didn't
understand about the tingles.
"Ooohh!" Sunny said out loud, arching her back some as the
dog licked hotly right into her pussylips. He'd never been right
down to those before, and the sensation was wild, crazy. His
tongue shot a wet fire up her cunt, and she began to roll her ass,
the way she did when she was finger-fucking herself and getting to
the point where she might come.
Maybe George would lap her snatch long enough to make her
come; he seemed content to keep at it, and his tongue felt
wonderful, rubbing away at her pussy like that. She wondered if
her orgasm would be big, and trembled all over.
But Sunny kept her head enough to look quickly around the
yard, to peer into the tall hedge that separated their backyard
from the Lorimers'. She sure didn't want any of them to catch
George snuffling at her pussy this way, and she spread the towel
wider over his head, pretending to be wrestling with her dog.
George worked his tongue furiously into her pussy, spreading
the cuntlips apart some, slurping into her hot slit and whining
deep in his chest.
It was great for her, getting to her in a way that using her
finger never had. Sunny reached beneath the towel and pushed his
head down, shoved his hairy muzzle deeper into her heaving snatch.
She rolled her hips and lifted to it, kind of fucked him in his
nose, while the good feeling got better and better in her pussy.
"Oh, George!" she panted, swinging her head from side to side
and breathing harshly. "Oh George, eat me up! Just eat up my
pussy!"
The big dog seemed to understand, to respond, for his long,
thick tongue pushed harder, licked more avidly, and a hot, bright
spot began to grow swiftly around her stimulated clit. Her cunt
got all hot inside, turned wetter and juicier, and she humped
jerkily on his muzzle, quivered and gasped as she started to come.
It was far-out, a thrilling sensation that made Sunny hump
her crotch to him, that made her kick her slim legs and dig her
fingers into George's wide head.
"C-Coming!" she husked. "Oh George, you big, horny dog-
you're m-making me COME!"
Her heels beat against the grass and great, racking shudders
whipped over her taut body. She came, and came, her eyes rolling
back in her head and her teeth locked into her lower lip. The sun
overhead seemed to flash on and off, and she fell back limply,
about half-knocked out of her head.
Weak and spent, she lay flat upon the grass while her small
tits heaved up and down and her mind spun like a biker doing
wheelies. She knew that George was still lapping her inflamed
pussy, but she didn't know when he stopped. In a daze, she was
sorry he quit, because it wouldn't take all that much more to make
her come again.
The dog's big head came up under the towel, tangled there,
and Sunny had to help him get out of it. Then she was sorry she
did, because George had his front paws clamped into her rib cage
and he was squeezing her hard. And---she recoiled in shock---and
she felt the prodding of his cock, that slick, hard cock that was
blindly reaching for the entrance to her wet cunt.
She wiggled, struggled to push him off her, but Sunny only
succeeded in bumping her belly up against his. George held on,
humping his back and thrusting forward steadily with that long,
pointy cock. Once it slid across her hairy little cunt mound, and
she bucked wildly beneath his weight. Panting, she had to turn
her head aside from his dripping tongue, and the move threw her
crotch into his moving prick again. It was slippery, oozing some
liquid, and her pussy was slippery, too, skidding along under the
intensity of that very stiff dog cock.
Suddenly, the tip of it poked into her pussylips. Sunny
quivered sharply and tried to wiggle off the end of George's hard
rod, but he kept humping and pushing, and somehow, Sunny bounced
the wrong way. It went into her cunt!
The dog's prick slipped into her twat, right between the lips
that had been turned so slippery by his licking, and she flinched
because his prick was so hard, harder than she had expected or
imagined. Knobby on the end, and shoving, poking, right up into
her hole where only her finger had ever been before.
Sunny was scared. She clawed at the big, powerful dog, and
her curled fingers only slid down his short-haired hide. She
tried to push him up with her bent knees, but he was far too heavy
for that, and his cock penetrated deeper into her snatch. Now it
hurt; it hurt like hell, hurt like crazy, and she was just about
to scream, but fought back the panic just in time.
Mom wasn't home, but the Lorimers probably were, and she
didn't want any of them to come running, to catch her being
screwed by her own dog. She'd just have to fight George off by
herself, before his huge prick ripped her cunt wide open, made her
bleed and took her cherry.
Sunny wrapped her arms around his heavy neck and tried to
wheel him off to one side, but the dog had the feel of her inner
pussy now, and would not be denied. He bent his back and plowed
his ramrodding cock deeper into her tightly resisting cunt. Sunny
felt the cockhead strike against something elastic, against some
buried membrane that stretched and pained.
"George!" she hissed. "Get off me! Stop that! GEORGE!"
He was too far gone to listen; he only squeezed her surging
body tighter between his paws and pounded that insistent prick
more strongly against the barricade of her cherry.
"N-No!" she grunted. "Oh, no! Don't-do-it!"
But she couldn't get herself free, couldn't loosen the
impaling cock working like a lance into her pussy. And the pain--
-quick and sharp and over in a single flashing moment---so that
now she felt the slick dong moving, and the swelling of the knob
on the end of the dog's hungry cock. Now she knew the deep tickle
of a prick within her cunt, where she had imagined one would be
before too much longer.
But the future was now, and she wasn't a virgin anymore; she
felt the extra wetness of blood and thought crazily that being
screwed by her dog wasn't exactly the way she had pictured losing
her cherry. But at least George couldn't knock her up, and since
it was already done and she had tried like hell to stop it ...
George grunted and shoved; his cock rammed into her cunt all
the way to his hairy balls, and Sunny knew that her snatch could
take it all without ripping, that her tightly clenching pussy
could swallow every swollen inch of the dog's big prick without
tearing.
And his cock felt terrific. It felt wonderful, buried so
deeply in her cunt that she could feel the hard tip nudging her
cervix. She was being fucked! All the sex-education classes and
the girls giggling and the hot night dreams had led to this crazy
moment. His big rod felt marvelous, filling her pussy and making
her ass go tight.
George humped in and out of her cunt eagerly, and the thrill
of that distended prick slipping over her vibrant clit was almost
too much. Sunny thought she was going to faint.
She didn't pass out, because that doggie cock felt too good.
She rode it back and slithered forward when it pumped into her box
once more. The swollen tool bulged inside her clinging pussy, and
she wondered dimly if she and George could get hung up, like she
had seen a bitch dog and a male do once. It would be nice in one
way, to keep this tremendous cock inside her hot cunt for just as
long as she wanted it, fucking until she came, and came again, and
came once more.
But getting hung up with George there in the backyard
wouldn't be so cool. In her bedroom at night, after her mom was
asleep, that would be okay. But not here and not now, right out
in the open daylight. The towel that had covered her was gone,
kicked away in the scuffle, and when she looked down by twisting
her head a little, she could watch the shiny red prick pumping in
and out of the lightly haired lips of her dripping pussy.
Oh wow, she thought, wow! George's cockhead was bumping
against her womb, and making her head bob up and down, and she had
to have something to hold onto, or the dog might fuck her right on
down through the lawn. She clung to his neck and got her feet up,
up, until her ankles could cross above the dog's back. She hiked
her crotch to his thrusts then, and swung her ass in quickening
circles, because she was on the verge of coming.
Coming---in her first screw! It was wilder than using her
finger, more fantastic than having the dog lick her pussy. His
cock slammed deep into her snatch and pulled back for another
battering-ram stroke, and when he plunged his dick to the balls
again, she quivered in ecstasy.
Sunny came, hugging George and fucking back at him, clinging
to his body with her legs and arms, clinging to his prick with the
hot, wet walls of her pussy. Lights flashed on and off within her
head, and crazy things happened to her clit, bombed inside her
cunt. Her asshole snapped tight as a rubber band, and she felt
his swinging balls massage it.
George kept right on grinding that stiff dog cock into her
blazing cunt, ramming and banging it, and her legs slid off his
back, but only to brace her heels against the grass so she could
rock her crotch upward to meet his lunges, so that her cunt could
absorb every terrific inch of that hard and slippery cock.
George whined then, his breath hot in her car and his damp
muzzle pressing against her cheek. She felt her tits rubbing
their erect nipples into his heaving chest, felt the rise and fall
of his hairy belly as he shoved the prick to her cunt in a last,
savage burst of power.
He shot off inside her. Sunny trembled from head to foot as
hot dog sperm spurted from his greatly swollen cockhead. The
boiling jazz hosed her entire womb, splashed searingly against the
walls of her cunt and packed the length of her pussy.
Thick and creamy, it flowed over his throbbing prick and a
few drops squeezed out of her rubbery cuntlips to puddle in the
crack of her steamy ass. Blissfully, Sunny rolled her crotch,
rolled the hard cock around inside her frothy cunt and over the
aching button of her clitoris.
Moaning softly to herself, clenching her teeth, she heaved
her pussy against the dog's balls, pushed it wetly into his
crotch. She burrowed her stiff nipples into his muscled chest and
moaned again, softly and with the craziest feeling blossoming
within her overheated body.
"I'm coming again!" she hissed. "Oh George, you lovely,
wonderful dog with the lovely, wonderful prick---you're making me
come again---COME!"
As if in answer, George's ballooned cockhead gave a last
spurt of hot jazz, and Sunny reveled in the buttery sensations
within her flexing pussy, went just a little bit insane with the
contortions of her snatch and her ass. The coming was even more
tremendous than it had been when he licked her off, even better
than the first time she had ridden and bucked to rapture upon this
deeply buried cock that was still stiff as a poker.
It was as if she had a strobe light in her cunt, as if it
were flashing on and off and making everything inside her jerky,
jumpy. It was as if a color wheel were spinning red-orange and
green-blue. Every nerve end of her body tingled and sparked, and
the orgasm raced everywhere within her being.
It was the sweetest and the sexiest thing ever. The dog's
cock was her very own; she possessed it in her pussy and held it
prisoner by the muscles of her cunt. The great cockhead pulsed
and turned greasy inside its tender trap, but the dog just
balanced above her, stopped in the motions of his fucking, held in
the diminishing throes of his coming.
Oddly, Sunny thought that this must be George's first fuck,
too. Poor George, she mused; he couldn't even masturbate himself,
although he could lick his own prick. She wished she could
stretch herself around so that she could lap her own hot pussy.
But they would both make do very well now, by screwing each other.
She had her own lover now. She had George, who could fuck
her for as long as she wanted, who could throw big, sizzling loads
of rushing cum into her cunt and not make her pregnant. But now
that the walls were down and the no-no times finished with, Sunny
thought she would start taking the Pill anyway, because, as her
mom said, you could never tell what might happen.
Her poor mom, thought Sunny. She didn't have a lover.
Sunny slid tentatively upward, and George allowed Ids hard
cock to slip almost out of her snatch. Only the cockhead hung a
bit, but then her pussylips stretched a little more, and with a
wet plop! The dog's prick snapped out of her cunt.
Sunny grabbed for the big towel, and frowned suddenly at the
hedge nearby. But then she told herself that she hadn't seen a
movement in it, that her imagination was working overtime.
Chapter 2
Sunny was thirteen, but now she felt much older, like maybe
twenty-five or so. She lay back in the hot water of her bathtub
and smiled when she rubbed her thighs gently together. After all,
she wasn't a cherry now; her fuck with George had turned her into
a woman, and girlhood was behind her.
Losing her cherry hadn't really hurt, either---not much. And
now she only felt a tiny bit of sensitivity in her pussy. She'd
soak in the tub, and think about all the fun ahead of her, the
wild times she and lovely old George would have together.
It was funny how it got started, Sunny mused. Dogs fucked
other dogs by mounting them from the back, where the female's cunt
was set, so she hadn't expected to get screwed from the front.
Still, George could fuck from both directions, she supposed.
And his prick---long and slidy hard and shiny, with a knob on
the end that swelled up big and powerful when he was about to
come, or coming. That trick made her own orgasm even better,
adding sensations just at the very moment when the hot sperm was
shooting out into her cunt.
Soaping the washrag, she slid the bubbles over her tits,
tickled them awhile, and wished as always that they were bigger,
like her mom's boobs. But her mother tried to make those nice
jugs look smaller by wearing loose blouses and the like.
Sunny hiked her ass so she could wash tenderly at her
cuntmound, wiggling a little at the feelings it caused. She'd
never been so turned on; it was like George had left more than
just his hot jism inside her pussy; he had deposited some special
kind of tingling, an electric vibration that made her want to
scratch where she couldn't quite reach.
Tentatively, she eased the tip of her finger against the
slick pink tissues that lay between the puffy lips of her cunt.
It felt wonderful, but not as marvelous as it had before George
fucked her. Was her twat stretched by the dog's big prick? Had
he forced her pussy out of shape and made it looser?
She didn't know about those things, but she certainly hoped
not. Withdrawing her fingertip, she let her ass sink beneath the
hot water again. She'd ask her mother about such sex problems, if
she dared. Her mom would probably only blush and turn away, and
there'd never be any answer.
And she couldn't really be completely honest with her mother,
anyway. Suppose she went right up and said: Hey, Mom, I've been
fucking this dog---you know, good old George---and I wanted to
know if his big prick could stretch me out of shape like a used
rubber band---and---what's that, Mom? Yes, I said George and I
have been fucking ...
Sunny slapped the surface of the water with her open palm,
making a sound like she knew her mother would make when she
fainted and hit the floor.
So much for sex-problem interviews with her mother, and there
was nobody else around that Sunny could talk to. She remembered
her father as a standoffish type of guy, seldom home and always on
the road in his business. The road killed him three years ago---
or, more to the point, the freeway. His wife had been a widow
ever since, and all his work hadn't left them much more than
enough to get by.
Of course, her mother played the widow bit to the hilt,
looking sad and never going out on a date with a man. Sunny
rinsed her body and sat up in the tub, shaking her head; after a
woman had been fucked for a while, years even, how could she
possibly go back to not fucking? You couldn't return to being a
virgin, so why not make the most of your experience? Especially
since her mother was such a good-looking woman, only thirty-two
years old, tall and willowy, with those big, firm boobs.
Sunny climbed from the tub and leaned over to pull the plug.
She stayed in that bent position, twisting her head around so she
could see in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. This
was almost the way she would look to George if she let him screw
her in the way that was most natural to him---dog fashion.
Her ass was all wet and gleaming, and the crack was just
about hairless, but she could make out the light shagginess of her
pussy hair. She would have to keep her ass higher than her upper
body, she thought, get down on elbows and knees, rather than on
her hands and knees, so that her pussy would tilt up at him more.
He could get his cock into her hole easier that way, since she
wasn't built exactly like a female dog.
Grinning, Sunny stood erect and turned to stare at her crotch
in the mirror. She was every bit as bitchy as a female dog in
heat, though. Only she was glad that her kind of bitch didn't
have to wait around and come in season every so often; she could
fuck anytime she wanted to. And that was going to be just about
every time she got the slightest chance.
She dried herself quickly, squirming at the contact of the
fluffy towel, thinking how sensitive she was all over her body;
her skin was very tender, and every fine hair on her arms and legs
seemed to stand straight up. She felt like screwing again right
now, and she wondered briefly if George could go again so soon.
Word among her giggling classmates was that a man kind of
burned himself out right away, while a woman could fuck all night.
Once the man shot his wad, the girls said, his cock went soft and
he had to wait a long time before it would get hard for him again-
--and they all knew no guy could screw with a soft prick.
Coming closer to the mirror, Sunny checked her skin for
scratches; it wouldn't do for George to leave claw marks on her
body, where her mother might see them and wonder.
And she remembered that George's prick hadn't gone all soft
and squishy after he came in her pussy. His cock had remained
stiff and rigid; only the big head had shrunk back to the size it
had been before he squirted off. Was it possible that dogs were
better and longer fuckers than guys were?
She hoped so, because she was still touchy and excited all
over her newly aroused body. Going to the narrow window, she
peered down into the backyard and saw that the dog was chained to
his house. Most of the time, George stayed inside their home with
her, especially at night, but her mom wanted him outside during
most of the day. And since they had fucked, she thought it was
safer to chain George up until she got her head together again.
There he was, stretched out on his belly, sound asleep, and
she felt a twinge of resentment. The damned dog ought to be
sitting up with a hard-on, panting for another chance at her
pussy. Then she thought that he might be pooped out, firing such
a huge load of sperm into her cunt. After all, it had been
George's first fuck, too.
Smiling at that idea, she turned from the window and rummaged
for her mother's perfume. She used the good stuff, dabbing some
in the cleft of her ass and on her pussy hairs, in her belly
button and under her arms. Sunny liked the smell of it, and hoped
George would, too.
This time, she'd bring him in the house and up to her
bedroom, where no prying eyes could watch them screw. She
frowned. Had anyone watched, or was it only her imagination?
Wrapping herself into a terrycloth robe, she found her rubber
sandals and slid her feet into them. Well, if somebody had
watched her with George, she'd know about it before long. But
meanwhile, her mother wasn't going to be home for hours, and Sunny
was getting anxious to repeat the glorious experience she'd had
earlier. She wanted to know if fucking was really as far-out as
it seemed.
Shivering a little with anticipation, she hurried down the
stairs and through the kitchen, going out the back door. She
almost bumped into the man on the I steps, and caught her breath
in shock and fear.
"Oh! Oh, wow---Mr. Lorimer! Man, you just about scared me
to death, standing here like this."
He grinned at her, a burly man with black eyes and hair
curling up from the open collar of his sports shirt. "Hi, Sunny.
Is your mom home?"
She shook her head. "No, and she won't be back for a couple
of hours, maybe even longer. She's over at her sister's house
across town, and my aunt always talks an arm and leg off."
"Two hours, huh?" He looked up at her where she stood two
steps higher than him, and she felt the hotness of his eyes. Judd
Lorimer lived next door with his wife and two kids, and was old---
about forty or so. But he'd always made her think of the bad guy,
all hairy and husky, even if he'd never done anything to appear
evil.
"I guess," she said, looking beyond the man to where George
was waiting impatiently for her, whining a little and sitting
erect now.
"That's fine," Judd Lorimer said. "You can help me, then.
How about if I use your phone, Sunny? Ours is out of order, and I
have a pretty important call to make."
She supposed she was going to have to be polite; with another
look at her dog, Sunny backed up the steps and said, "Sure, Mr.
Lorimer, come on in."
The telephone was in the living room, on the little table
against the wall, and she led him to it. "Just take your time.
You don't care if I don't hang around to let you out, do you? I
mean, you know the way and all ..."
He didn't reach for the phone, but for her; his big, powerful
paw closed over her wrist. "You real anxious to get back to that
dog, baby?"
Stunned, she stared wide-eyed at him. "W-What do you mean?"
His other hand came out, and Sunny's robe was flipped open by
it, the belt popped loose by the casual pressure of his great
strength. Sunny couldn't believe this was happening to her.
Judd said, "I mean if you're so eager to fuck that dog again,
he'll just have to wait. Because you're going to fuck me first."
Sunny gasped. "I-I-what do you ... Oh, no!" Suddenly she
knew what he meant, and knew with a sharp clarity that she hadn't
been mistaken about seeing someone in the hedges a while back.
Judd Lorimer had been there, peeping at her when she screwed
George. How awful of him, how terrible! But what she thought
didn't change anything; he'd watched her, seen her take the dog's
big cock into her pussy, saw her fuck the Great Dane. And now
Judd Lorimer had her by the arm with her robe hanging open, and
she was just too damned scared to scream.
"Yeah, baby," he said hoarsely, his hot eyes flicking over
her exposed tits and the curly golden triangle of her pussy. As
she tried to cross her legs in some weak gesture of self-
protection, he said, "I see you got the idea. You try to yell
rape or any of that bullshit, I tell your mom about that dog
sticking his meat into you, and about you hugging him and moaning
and screwing him back. That the first time you ever fucked him,
kid?"
Helplessly, terrified, she nodded agreement. "The-the only
time, Mr. Lorimer. Oh, please let me go!"
"No way," he said, and swung her so that she had to run
tippytoe or fall. He was so strong, it scared her more. "The
couch'Il do," he grunted, "and you don't have to try and hide that
pretty little ass under a towel."
"But I don't want to. I-I-Please!"
Sunny's heart was beating crazily and her tummy jerked around
inside. No one could know about the dog, because now she felt
ashamed about being fucked by George.
Lorimer let go her aching wrist, but caught her robe and spun
her face down upon the couch, her legs flailing. When she rolled
over and tried to cover her pussy with her hands, he was standing
with her robe dangling from his fingers. He dropped it like a
pale leaf upon the floor and her breath hung in her throat,
blocked by the pulse hammering madly there.
As he unbuckled his belt, Judd said, "You're a beautiful
little bitch. I've been sweating you out for a year or more, but
I never figured I'd really get the chance to fuck you, because
you're so young---only a kid." He laughed abruptly. "But a kid
with a hot little ass, a kid that gets fucked by a big dog."
"I didn't mean to---let George do it to me," she breathed.
"It just kind of happened."
Judd stripped off his shirt; she saw the matted black hair
sprouting thickly everywhere, and the two brown nipples poking
through the fur. Her eyes followed his hands when he unzipped his
pants and kicked off his sneakers.
She saw the size of his boner before he took off his shorts,
but thought it was impossible.
Then the real thing leaped out before her startled gaze, and
Sunny wanted to scream, to run, to be anywhere on earth except
where she was at that moment. The man's prick was a monster---
fully as long as George's, but so much bigger around, so much
thicker that it seemed swollen completely out of shape.
The cockhead was huge, expanded out of proportion, gleaming a
dark lavender and with a sticky-looking drop of clear liquid
trembling upon its blunt tip. Its shaft was heavy, encircled with
bulging dark veins, and the bails below were puffed beyond
reasonable size, overgrown bushily with his crotch hair,
He saw her terror and said, "You took that dog's cock, you
can take mine, baby. The main thing is not to fight it, because
then you can hurt yourself, and I sure don't want that beautiful
little cunt torn up. Just relax as much as you can, and once I
get my prick into your sweet little pussy, you can do whatever you
want---shake it and grind it, like you did when you screwed your
big dog."
Sunny tried to calm herself, to get over being afraid,
because no matter what she did or said, this big and hairy man
meant to fuck her, even if he had had to hold her down and rape
her. It would be very easy for him, she realized; he could slap
her and shove his massive cock into her snatch before her head
stopped spinning.
And he still had the upper hand, because he could always tell
her mother. A jarring thought flashed through her mind then:
Maybe her mom would flip out and do something completely crazy---
like sending George out and having the vet destroy him!
"D-Don't hurt me," she whispered up at Lorimer.
His smile was wet and wide, and he moved to the couch.
"Spread those fine legs, baby. You're such a dainty little
bitch."
He sat on the couch, taking her legs and placing them across
his lap. Sunny flinched when she felt the hot rigidity of his
erect shaft, felt the spongy yet hard-cored head of his heavy
prick. He bent it down, slid it up and between the calves of her
legs, then pressed her legs together so that his cock was held
prisoner between them.
"Beautiful young legs," he said, moving his stiff cock
between them, "lovely kid's legs---so smooth and fine. Delicate
calves and sleek knees, tiny feet and thighs like polished bronze.
Man, oh man---it feels so damned good to slide my prick up and
down them, baby. I always wanted to fuck a real young kid, a
sweet little kid like you, with a hot ass and a tight pussy."
He was managing to turn her on with his voice, his passionate
words and the longing in them---and he thought she was beautiful
and sexy. But Sunny was still scared of the size of his cock.
Lifting one leg up, Lorimer turned his body so that the
bulbous head of his hungry prick was facing her, aimed in between
her thighs. Sunny shuddered and clenched her hands. But he
didn't crawl right over on top of her, as George would have done.
Instead, he rubbed the head of his cock softly and teasingly
over the skin of her knee, over the softness of her thigh, and
Sunny found herself going all tickly, turning warm inside. When
he took one of her hands in his, she didn't struggle, but she
didn't open her eyes, either.
"Here," he said. "Feel it, baby. It won't bite you."
Her fingers were placed on his prick, right on the throbbing
head, and she could feel the pulse beat there! Trembling, she
balanced her fingertips there for a long and breathless moment,
then dared enough to feel over the shape of his prick, the giving
yet sturdy strength of it.
Sunny's fingers slipped in something oily, in a warm and
slippery liquid. Come, she thought---then wondered if a man could
come before he actually screwed. Hypnotized, she peeked through
her eyelashes and watched her hand follow the outlines of the
massive prick, saw and felt the heft and size of it, the huge
trunk, and then she explored the heavily forested sac which held
his balls.
Everything he had was so much larger than the Great Dane's,
nice and long, nice and thick. Her cunt softened, loosened itself
as her inner lubrication began to flow. He wasn't rushing her,
wasn't raping her, even though he'd given her no choice and told
her that she must fuck him.
Her hand worked its way back up the shaft of his cock, and
she felt him gently touching the hairs of her pussy, felt him
caressing her mound with amazingly tender fingers.
"A marvelous young cunt," he said softly. "Perfectly shaped,
and just lightly dusted with these golden curls. The lips of your
pussy are works of art, baby, and your trim ass is a masterpiece
of its own."
Judd was really being very nice, she thought, and she rolled
her ass to show him she was pleased. He worked a finger into her
gash then, and she shivered some, but didn't try to back off it.
Especially since he was being so careful and feeling around,
making her oils run more freely. Then he began teasing her clit,
rubbing it cautiously but tantalizingly, seemingly halfway afraid
that it would break, but also excited about touching it.
When he pulled his finger out, Sunny was genuinely sorry; it
was thrilling to have a different finger inside her pussy, rather
than just her own. Then he said, "Let go my prick now, baby.
Keep your legs open and that sweet cunt tilted up. And first ..."
He loomed over her like a hairy teddy bear, wide and dark,
but she was fast losing her fear of the man as she gained
confidence in the power of her own cunt.
He came down upon her, his mouth covering hers, his woolly
chest against her hardened nipples, and the pulsing length of his
prick against her belly. It was the first time she had ever been
kissed by a grown man, and as his tongue pushed demandingly into
her lips, she thought that he must be supporting his weight on
hands and knees, that he wasn't crushing her as she'd figured he
might.
Thick and wet and hot, his tongue shoved into her mouth,
filled it, so that she had to suck breath sharply through her
nose. His hands were at her tits, fondling and squeezing them,
rolling the nipples between his fingers. Wiggling his hips, he
made his prick rub back and forth over her tummy and the warm,
hard feel of it, the rhythm of his movement, made her so hot she
couldn't lie still a second longer.
Frantically then, she was kissing him back, rolling her
tongue over his, raking her teeth over his and biting at his lips.
Her ass began to clench its cheeks, to hike her crotch, to swing
in small, hungry arcs. Sunny wanted to be fucked, needed the big
prick she felt too far from her longing slit, needed it down there
where her cuntlips were steaming and the hole behind them was
flexing.
A man---a big, hard man---and he wanted to fuck her as much
as she craved it now; he called her beautiful and said she had a
marvelous young cunt, and she got her hand back on his cock.
Clinging tightly to his rod, she hunched down and guided the big
head to her quivering pussylips.
Tearing her mouth free of his, she gasped: "Now-now! Put it
in me right now! I want it---need that cock---have to get it in
me or I'll freak out. Come on, Mr. Lorimer, come on!"
She stuffed the blunt end of his cock into her gash, tried to
wiggle her pussy over it, but had to have his help, and Sunny
sighed when he gave a convulsive motion that fed her an inch of
prick. The head forced its spongy path into her pussy, and she
thrust at it, banged at it, until her small gash stretched itself
wide enough to allow the passage.
"What a tight, hot girl-pussy," Judd grunted. "So narrow and
slick, and you're so damned eager ...
Another hunch and another inch of cock worked its torrid way
into her avid pussy as Sunny twisted her pelvis and took in all
the prick she could get. It was so much thicker than the dog's
cock, the only thing she had ever taken into her snatch that was
bigger than her own finger.
But it felt so far-out that she was flipping out. "Oh-oh!
Stick it deeper, shove it in all the way."
"Isn't it hurting you, baby?"
She bit at his hairy chest and dug her fingernails into his
heavily muscled back. "Stick it in-in! Feed me all of it!"
He rammed his prick harder, and when the knob passed into her
cunt, the shaft followed easily, and as she squirmed upon the
crazy impalement of his meaty prong, it slid full length into her
hole.
She was filled with it, stuffed with his prick, her cunt
bulging with his tremendous cock, and she loved it. Moaning,
Sunny drew back her ass and felt the cockhead slide up to the grip
of her pussylips; as the ridged head touched them, she came
forward again, using a corkscrewing movement that radiated wet
lightning all over her cunt walls.
He moved his big, strong hands down to the cheeks of her ass,
and his palms swallowed them. Judd pumped with her, slow and
easy, making a gentle ramrod of his prick, but letting her bounce
and wiggle on it as she desired. He touched his tongue into her
ear and kept pistoning that mighty shaft into her gripping pussy.
"Sweet little bitch," he said as she quaked at his hotness in
her ear. "Wonderful little hot ass, dog fucker, man fucker---so
young and tender, and your little pussy grabs onto my cock like it
was trained. Oh, baby---fuck me, fuck me!"
She rode his pole, slid back and forth upon it as her cunt
turned more greasy and loosened better. Rocking back upon the end
of her spine, she found she could open her twat a little more.
The knob of his cock pressed against her womb, touched bottom, and
she could take no more, for he had no more prick to give her; she
possessed it all, every loving inch of the fantastic meat.
Her legs were too short, and she couldn't wrap them all the
way around him. She tried twice, but they slid off his moving
back and down his flanks. So next time, while he was burrowing
that glorious cock into her cunt, she dug her heels into the
hollows behind his braced knees.
That gave her an even better grip on him, a balance with and
against him. With her arms flung about his neck, she could really
stay with him, either hang her weight upon him or let it fall to
pull his cock into the gobbling depths of her inflamed pussy.
Sunny concentrated on the fucking, see-sawing with the
plunging of his prick, humping and grinding to feel all of it,
from cervix to clitoris and back again.
"Stick it to me, Mr. Lorimer! Oh, man---fuck me deep and
hard! Come on, lover man! You saw the dog fuck me---do it better
yourself, pound me, hammer me!"
He stopped treating her as if she were so fragile he might
tear her cunt up the middle or break her ass. It was getting wet
and good and hotter to him, too, and she felt him speed up,
lifting the tempo to a more savage thrusting than he had been
using. Now she was being bombed good inside her happy pussy,
rocking with the force of his strokes, her head swinging forward
and back, her chin bumping his chest.
In and out, he went, and she went around and around, jolted
and adoring the pain-pleasure of being roughed and slammed, loving
the hairy slap of his balls in the crack of her heaving ass.
"Schoolgirl bitch!" he gasped. "Tiny whore---fucking a dog--
-loving his prick---loving mine---damn you---hot ass and tight
pussy! Take the cock, baby! Take it, take it deep---here! Ohhh!
I'm coming! COMING!"
Writhing and stirring his prick inside her hole, she felt the
gathering forces in her clit, the squirmy, slick sensations that
meant she was only a few strokes from hitting her own climax, from
coming just about when Judd Lorimer would.
But he beat her to the magic moment by half a second. The
massive prick flexed and the head swelled, then spat. She felt
the gush of his cum, the torrent of hot jazz that came thundering
from the cockhead to inundate her womb, to flood her cunt walls
with slidy, greasy, buttery stuff. Thicker sperm than George's,
she thought crazily---richer cum and more powerful. It splashed
against her cervix, spattered again, and even though her cunt had
such a tightly pistoning grasp of his rod, some of the boiling
fuck juice oozed out.
She didn't want it to go, didn't want to lose a single
precious droplet of the marvelous stuff that made the insides of
her pussy so thrillingly gooey, so slippery and hot. But before
she could change positions, her clit throbbed madly and her cunt
tightened and she felt the clenching of her asshole.
"Oh, Jesus!" she cried, and came so furiously that she
thought she might never stop.
Chapter 3
He was holding her upon his lap, and Sunny felt like a
fragile doll because of his size. She wasn't afraid of him
anymore, not of his bulk, nor of his monstrous prick. She loved
that, loved him, also. He seemed as if he couldn't get enough of
just touching her, and his big hands were never still, roaming
over her smooth back, down it to the flaring of her sleek hips,
around to caress the curvings of her asscheeks.
In seconds, his hands were slipping up and over her belly to
cup her small tits; he mashed them tenderly down, then allowed
them to spring back up and tap their points against the palms of
his hands. Every so often, Judd Lorimer would kiss her throat,
her eyes, her cheeks and chin. At rare intervals, he drew his
lips gently across hers, stirring her each time he did so.
She said, "Am I really beautiful, Judd?" She called him by
his first name because she felt she was his new wife, his new
piece of young ass, his pussy.
"More than I can tell you," he breathed into her hair,
caressing her cunt mound now, always very gently. Her crotch was
wet from the leaking of his cum, from the excited overflow of her
inner juices. "You're so lovely my gut aches to look at you,
Sunny."
"Did you want to fuck me for a long time?"
He fondled between her legs, cupped her pussy and held it
awhile. She was facing him, one of her legs on each side of his
closed ones, straddling him, really. It was kind of like riding a
big rocking horse, but a lot sexier.
He answered, "Ever since I saw you in shorts and got a good
look at your trim little ass. I used to dream about these fine
legs, baby. If I hadn't seen your dog putting the prick to you, I
might have caught you out back sometime and blindfolded you, then
screwed you until I couldn't get a hard-on anymore. That's how
much I wanted to fuck you."
"I like to hear that," she said, wiggling her ass some. "Are
you going to get another hard-on soon? We have an hour or so."
"It's lifting now," he said, rubbing her pussy, holding onto
one cheek of her ass to help her sit balanced. "You really go for
a cock, don't you? You look like a small angel, with those baby
blue eyes and that long golden hair, but you fuck like a devil,
and I'm damned glad of it."
She kissed his mouth and ran her tongue between his teeth to
feel around for a while. When she heard him panting and felt the
slow rising of his prick against her butt, she pulled out her
tongue and smiled wickedly at him. "Fuck me again, Judd---with me
sitting on your prick like this. Can we do it that way?"
"We can," he agreed, his voice low and deep, "but that's not
what's going to happen, baby. You're a beautiful little bitch and
I'm crazy about screwing you, but we're going to do it ail my way.
You think you've got me hooked, that you can start bossing me
around by using your pussy."
Sunny sensed the power in him again, that first tough
strength he had showed when he'd grabbed her mid stripped away her
robe. It surprised her, shocked her some, and maybe Sunny
resented it a little bit. Huffily, she began to climb off his
lap, to show him who was the stronger.
Those bear-like hands clamped on her ass, and his thighs
opened. Sunny was lowered between them, helpless and taut with
resistance. Judd's cock nestled between her boobies, and the
pliant head bumped her under the chin.
"You might as well settle down," Judd said, "because there's
something else I've always wanted to do to you, baby. Did you
ever take your dog's prick in your mouth and suck on it?"
She stared in confusion, her momentary anger swiftly passing
and a chilling knot gathering in the pit of her stomach. "N-No-of
course not! What a nasty idea!"
"It's a good idea," he said softly. His cockhead moved up a
bit, slid across her cheek and she flinched, but when she tried to
jerk her head back and away, she found that one of his huge hands
was behind it, blocking any real movement.
Sunny clamped her teeth shut and said between them: "You
don't really mean ..."
He fondled the back of her head, and his powerful thighs held
her arms pinned to her side. She was locked to him, and she
realized that Judd Lorimer could do anything he wanted to her.
His free hand guided his cock, slid the greasy head up and down
her cheek.
"Please," she said, knowing that to beg was to give up, but
that she couldn't do much about it. He had her in a steel-muscled
trap, and she sensed that if she screamed, he would throttle her
roughly, brutally. The tenderness he had shown while fucking her
had caused her to misjudge the man, and now she was sorry.
"You'll like it," he said, smearing her chin with the leakage
from his cockhead, oiling her with leftover cum and the humid
juices of her own pussy. "Hot as you are, anything to do with a
prick turns you on, baby. So you'll eat my prick and love it.
Here, little girl---here's my prickhead at your lips, so open them
like a good little kid. You're going to be a fine cocksucker."
She opened her lips at the sticky pressure, but it was only
to plead with him to screw her instead, to say maybe he'd have a
lot more fun fucking her dog-fashion and stuffing his cock into
her pussy from behind.
Instead, she got the slippery head of his prick stuffed
between her teeth. Gasping, Sunny tried to pull back, but his
hand held her head in place, forced her to take in that bulging
dong. The taste was pungent in her mouth, a blend of muskiness
and salt, a mixture of sour and sweet---and a strangely
stimulating flavor different from anything she had ever known.
Her own pussy, she thought; once she had wished she could
bend over and lap at her own hot pussy, so she could get both good
feelings at the same time. She was sampling it right now, her
tongue knowing the spices left by her cunt on this big, choking
cock.
She couldn't even say no, because he was feeding his prick
into her face---literally feeding that hard meat over her cringing
tongue and along the roof of her mouth, pressing it until she
gasped and thought she might strangle when it touched her throat.
"I won't choke you," he said, holding her head firmly in
place with both hands now. "Don't fight it and you won't get
hurt. If you struggle too much or try to bite my cock, I'll shove
it so fucking far down your throat it'll cut off your breath.
Now, little girl---do as you're told."
She sighed in relief as he backed his prick out of her throat
and poised it just inside the barrier of her teeth. But her
respite was brief, for then he ordered: "Lick it, Sunny---use your
tongue and move it all over, all around the head of my cock.
That's the way, kid. Lap it good, tickle me, shove the end of
your tongue right on into that little slit."
Sunny was obedient, and even found herself getting interested
in the taste and shape of his cockhead under her working tongue.
When she found the tiny mouth in the tip, she jabbed her tongue
tip inside experimentally. She wanted to lift her hands and heft
his balls, to feel the hilt of his pulsing cock, but when she
wiggled, Judd held her painfully with his thighs.
"Let it slide back into your mouth a little," he said above
her as her eyes stared into the shaggy patch of crotch hair that
grew so lushly around the base of his rod. "Suck on it, like you
would a lollipop. Oh yeah, baby! That's great, just great!"
She was interested now, eager and quivering with the
fantastic sensations that were racing through her body. He'd been
right so far; she did love his prick, whether she took it into her
straining pussy or had it forced into her mouth. A cock was a
cock, whether it was hung on a man or on her dog.
Incongruously, she thought of poor George, chained outside
with his cock all hard and eager, and no place to put it.
Then nothing existed for Sunny except the huge prick in her
mouth and the naughty things she was doing to it. But nothing was
dirty and nothing was strange anymore; it was all natural and
lovely, and she ate his prick as if it were the most tender piece
of meat anywhere.
Lorimer rocked her head between his palms, fucking her gently
in the mouth, screwing her in the face. His furry balls came
bumping against her chin with almost every stroke, even though he
wasn't shoving his cock back as far as it would reach. Her mouth
was too shallow for that, and now Sunny was wishing it was far
deeper, that she could suck this delicious cock down her throat
and into her belly.
She obeyed the hints of his hands and the mute commands of
his cock, moving her head easily, sucking and pushing with her
tongue, then nipping lightly with her teeth and rolling the
throbbing prickhead against the roof of her mouth. She
experimented with touch and pressure, tried powerful suction and a
gentle siphoning.
Judd fucked her mouth slowly, stroking his thick shaft into
her tips and occasionally bringing it to the velvet cup of her
receptive throat. He panted above her, and his legs still held
her tightly. Seated on the floor with her knees folded and her
feet beneath her ass, Sunny was like a rag doll for him---except
no doll ever ate prick the way she was eating it.
"Ah, baby---that's fine---that's wonderful. Didn't I tell
you you'd enjoy chewing my prick? You're a natural, baby---a
natural-born cocksucker. Ah! Oh, Sunny! Ooohh, you greedy
little bitch! Lick it, girl! Lick me and suck me and eat my
cock! I-I-Ahhh!"
Then the thought hit her like a truck: He was about to come!
She had brought him right to the verge of shooting another load of
jazz. But was he going to shoot right in her mouth?
Struggling then; frantic and scared silly, Sunny tried to
spit out his lunging prick, to free her arms from the merciless
grip of his thighs. He was going to shoot off inside her mouth!
He was going to spurt all that thick and sizzling fuck juice into
her throat, and it would drown her. She'd certainly choke on the
river of cum he'd let go.
"Take it, bitch!" he ordered fiercely. "I'm coming---and
you'll swallow it all, you hungry cocksucker! NOW!"
It came like a geyser, a heavy, hissing stream of jism that
spat powerfully into her throat and filled her mouth, overflowing
her writhing lips.
It was a hot river, a flowing creek of jism, musky and
creamy, oyster-like in its consistency, and she had to swallow it
or choke. Sunny gulped and tried to moan around the flexing head
that was still oozing. She swallowed and didn't gag, and a
matchless feeling of intimacy grew as she let his sperm slide down
her throat and into her stomach.
After the first of his cum was in her belly, she began to
suck for more, to pull his juices from the end of his prick,
trying to drag more all the way up the shaft, drag it from his
balls. Every drop made her ravenous for more, and the raunchy
taste of his sperm, the hot, intimate excitement of swallowing it,
made her freak out.
His thighs opened then, and her arms were freed. She caught
his balls, wrapped her fingers around the thick base of his cock,
and held it while she pumped her head up and down eagerly, trying
to suck still more of his seed from his limbering tool.
Regretfully, she lifted her mouth from his prick, and slid
her lips down the shaft to the furry balls. Nibbling at them
delicately, Sunny used her tongue to savor the beadings of sweat
nestling in his crotch hair. She wanted to eat him up, truly eat
him, chew and swallow and digest him.
Judd's hand stroked her head, and his voice had turned gentle
again: "I told you you'd like it, baby. You're a real little
nymphet. Everything makes you hot. You give a fine blow job,
Sunny. You eat a man's cock like you never want to turn it
loose."
Kissing his lower belly, she asked, "Am I supposed to?"
"Yes," he said, his hand petting her hair, his shaggy belly
flinching a little every time she kissed a new spot. "You're
supposed to do whatever you feel like doing, baby."
She climbed off the floor and sat on his thigh, rubbing her
kneecap slowly up and down his sagging rod. "You came twice in
just a little while. Do I make you so hot?"
He kissed her throat. "Believe it. I've never been
hornier."
"How about your wife?" she asked. "Doesn't she make you
horny, too?"
"She does," he admitted. "Lenore is a pretty woman, and
we've done some great screwing for a lot of years."
Sunny felt like establishing some kind of domination
over this powerful, determined man, even if she dug everything he
had made her do. She said, "You watched my ass and legs, you
said. Do you watch your daughter's ass the same way? She's a
year older than me."
He waited awhile before answering, then said, "I guess I do,
but she's my own daughter. I don't mean I wouldn't fuck her if I
could, but there's no chance. There's always another kid around,
and my wife ..." He shook his head. "Just no chance, even if
Betsy didn't dank I'd suddenly lost my mind."
Sunny thought that over, and wondered if Judd really knew
what would happen if he snuggled Betsy Lorimer up close like this.
Then she wondered what Betsy would think about George, about
fucking with a Great Dane.
Betsy was kind of a groovy girl, even if she did act snotty
because she was a year older. But she came over to talk
sometimes, and to tell funny stories about her older brother
Harry, a handsome sixteen-year-old.
Lorimer stood up, his great arms cradling her like some soft
and fragile toy. He turned to sit her down on the couch, and
said, "Have to go, baby. I'd like to stay around and work on you
some more, because I can eat your sweet little pussy better than
that dog can. But your mother'll be home before long, and my
wife's probably wondering where I am right now."
Sunny looked up at him, running the tip of her tongue over
her lips in case she had somehow missed a precious droplet of his
jazz. "When will I see you again?"
"Soon as I can make it," he said, putting on his shorts and
hiding the down-swinging length of his softened cock. She was
sorry to see it covered, and watched him as he drew on his pants.
"Don't worry, I'll be back damned quick. You're a real special
piece of young ass, and I want to fuck you all I can. Just
remember, baby---if you have a change of heart and want to tell
your mother I raped you, there's always the dog. And did I tell
you? I have a couple of good Polaroid shots of you and that mutt
screwing."
She said, "I wouldn't fink on you, Judd," and held up her
mouth for his parting kiss.
* * *
Somehow, there was a different look about her mother, or
maybe it was just because Sunny was seeing her in a somewhat
different light, because she was looking at her as one woman to
another.
But she stayed quiet through dinner, although not quiet
enough for her mom to ask questions like was she sick or had too
much sun, or played too hard with the dog, or something.
Lips curling in a secretive smile, Sunny decided that was it:
She'd played too hard with the dog, or the dog'd had too much of a
hard-on, and the "something"---well, that would curl her mom's
wig. If Teresa Watson didn't faint when she heard the news of
George putting his long, slippery cock to her innocent little
daughter, she sure would when she teamed that her neighbor had
fucked her baby girl, and moreover, that the baby girl had sucked
his cock until he blew off inside her mouth.
Holding her face down, Sunny giggled a little, very quietly,
and over her dessert wondered if her mother had ever eaten her
father. No way, she thought; her mom was altogether too straight
and conventional. So that was another thing she had missed in her
life, the deeply sensuous pleasures of devouring a man's cock and
draining him of his jizz.
Poor mom, she thought. No fucking for years now, and no
sucking forever.
"Sunny," her mother said, "is anything bothering you?"
Sunny answered meekly, "No, Mom." That was true enough,
because what could bother her now? Only the thought of lonesome,
horny George, tied out in the backyard. But she'd sneak out and
let him in later, take him up to her bedroom.
"You seem quiet," her mother persisted. "Was it a long day?
I can take a vacation soon, dear, and maybe we can go down to the
beach for a few days."
Sunny shrugged. "I like it here just as well."
Better, she thought. At the beach all she'd get in her pussy
would be sand. Here she had both George and Judd Lorimer. She
smiled at her mother and looked her over again, seeing the good,
heavy tits deliberately hidden by bra and a loose blouse, seeing
the lovely face with sadness at the comers of the rich mouth, and
the honey-colored hair that was several shades darker than
Sunny's, and eyes that were almost purple. Beneath the too-big
dresses that her mother wore, Sunny knew there was a beautiful and
supple body, hips flared just so, the legs long and sleek.
It was a shame that all that was going to waste, she thought,
wondering if a woman's pussy would dry up or shrink away to just a
pee-hole if the woman didn't fuck with it over a long period of
time.
That was something else she'd add to the list she was saving
up to ask Judd Lorimer next time he came to her with a hard-on.
She didn't know when that would be, and there was really no
way of finding out easily. Unless she went over to visit him, and
trapped him in a corner. Sunny grinned at that picture, too,
seeing the big, hairy man as her prey, seeing him sweat and get
scared his wife or kids might hear. But her grin faded as she
remembered the steel in him; Judd was hard other places besides
his prick. She had little doubt that he'd beat the hell out of
her if she pushed him too far.
And he said he had those pictures of her being fucked by the
dog. Sunny would like to see them; maybe he'd show them to her.
It was kind of exciting to think of seeing herself on film, of
seeing George's long cock buried in her heaving cunt.
She helped her mother with the dishes, and when her mom
turned on the TV and settled into her usual blah nightly routine,
Sunny eased out of the back door and brought George his dinner,
too. She stood watching him gulp it down, and sneaked peeks at
the sheath of hairy hide that covered his prick. The balls were
there, solid and male, but smaller than Judd's; she couldn't see
the prick itself, since it was hidden by the sheath. Where the
hell did it all come from? Did it unroll like a hose, or slide
out from some place in George's belly, already stiff and ready for
use?
There were so many things she had to learn about sex, with a
dog or with a guy, and she wasn't going to skip a lesson if she
could help it. This was the kind of school she loved.
When George finished eating and wagged his tail at her, she
unsnapped his chain and took him by the collar, little shivers of
anticipation running up her leg when he brushed against it. Her
mother was engrossed in a TV program, so Sunny took her dog
upstairs without incident, without her mom insisting that she
bring him down for the night.
Mom could be a pain in the ass about that, she thought, and
hurried George to her bedroom. Locking the door, she whipped off
her jeans and shirt and stood bare before him, but George wasn't a
man and couldn't tell her how lovely she was, or how beautiful her
pussy was.
He'd never fucked her in her room, either, and seemed a bit
bewildered, until she went over to the side of her bed and knelt
there, putting her tits down on the sheet and hiking her ass into
the air. That gave George the idea, and he came up behind her to
lick the crack of her ass. His long, hot tongue tickled across
the lips of her pussy, and she quivered at its eager touch.
Grabbing a pillow, Sunny pulled it down and stuffed it under
her knees, so that her ass poked higher, so that George could
reach it more easily with his sharp-pointed cock when he tired of
lapping her cunt and wanted to mount her.
Sunny felt particularly bitchy, since she was pretending to
be a real one, a bitch in heat and anxious to be fucked by this
beautiful big dog with the long and lovely prick.
He licked faster, his tongue probing along her gash, curling
back to lave her asshole, and Sunny got a real charge out of that.
She thought of the promise made to her by her human lover, of Judd
saying he was going to eat her cunt, and better than any dog could
do it.
But George was doing pretty good, making her pussy tingle,
making shivers run up her backbone from her titillated asshole.
She didn't think she'd come this time, since she had been so
turned on by fucking, but she swung her butt and tried, pushing
her wet cunt back towards George's busy muzzle, nabbing her
cuntlips into the hairs below his nose, feeling the hard slickness
of his teeth whenever she managed to curl his lips up.
She heard him whine, and felt the tremors shake him.
Reaching back, she tried to shush him before her mother heard.
But George took away his muzzle and bounced up on her back. Sunny
decided she would have to cut his claws when she felt his paws
reach around her waist for a grip.
She had to feel around and find his prick, too, because he
kept stabbing it blindly out into the air, sliding it over the
cheeks of her ass or down between her spread thighs to bump the
cockhead against the bed.
"Silly dog," she said huskily, finally getting hold of the
slippery shaft. But he had tapped it against the wrong hole, too,
and the weird excitement from having his dick bump her brownie was
still doing wheelies in her belly when she got the pointed head of
his cock steered towards her cunt hole.
The thin knob pushed vigorously, and Sunny gave a little
wiggle of her ass that helped it penetrate. Then the lovely hard
dong was sliding, slipping up into the clinging wet satin of her
pussy. All the way up her cunt it went, since it didn't have a
barrier to stop it this time. Sunny granted when the end of his
dick hit home, and she rolled her ass to make the hard rod slide
all around, to have it reach all the tender, sensitive places
inside her twat.
George pumped away, no finesse and no hesitation. He was
mounting her to fuck her, and that's the way he went at it,
slamming home his rigid prick, bouncing his hairy balls into her
ass, and all the time he made softly whining noises. Long and
hard, that animal cock slid back and forth, in and out. The dog
was very strong and hungry for screwing, and Sunny gave it to him
the way she'd learned---
Hiking her ass to be sure he could touch the bottom of her
cunt with every hammering stroke, Sunny ground it for him, shook
her pussy around his lunging pole, and knew the joy of being
rammed. She bit into the sheet and clawed at it, too; her hard-
nippled tits rubbed achingly across the bed as George fucked her
dog-fashion.
She was his bitch and he was the master, breeding her,
screwing her long and solidly. He was strong and she was weak, a
bad little girl who needed to be dominated, conquered, punished.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, the sound breaking involuntarily from
her mouth. "Oh---George---you horny bastard! Ahh! Oooh! Yes,
George, stick your meat to me, slam that boner up my cunt and make
me go out of my head. G-George! Oh---George, I'm about to come--
-"
Sunny jerked like a puppet gone crazy and trying to tear off
all controlling strings. She shivered and bucked upon the
hammering cock, jamming it up into her clasping pussy until the
swollen knob thumped into her cervix. Moaning and clawing at the
sheet, she gyrated her ass wildly and felt her clitoris tremble,
felt the vibrant expansion of the nubbin.
As her orgasm pounded through her, Sunny drove her tits into
the bed and undulated her lower body, taking that never-slowing
prick, humping back at the strong thrusts of the happy dog. She
saw white stars behind her eyes, and her teeth grated. Gasping
for air, she tried to tell George to hurry up or get off, but no
words came out.
The big dog was enjoying his second fuck of the day, or of
his young life, and just kept pouring his slidy prick to her
snatch. Sunny's head bounced and her arms flopped bonelessly,
helplessly, as George's cock turned into a piledriver, booming
with great force into her inflamed pussy.
Then George got his rocks off. His paws tightened
convulsively around her trim waist and he socked his prick balls-
deep for the final, quaking thrust. He let go his load, fired the
slippery fuck juice hotly from the distended head of his cock.
Sunny twitched as the sperm deluged her cunt, as the sticky jazz
bubbled over her womb and saturated the walls of her flexing
pussy. Rich and heavy, gushy and soaking, George's cum hosed her
cunt.
Head rolled to one side upon her bed, Sunny breathed deeply
and knew she had been fucked royally. It was as good as the other
screw, too.
It took a while for the dog to slide off her. George kind of
hung there on her back, his hairy chest expanding and constricting
with his harried breathing. She didn't move, because the swollen
end of his prick felt big as a softball inside her pussy, and
again she knew the fear of getting hung up with the big dog.
It would be pretty good, she thought; she could probably come
a few more times if George couldn't get his overgrown cockhead out
of her cunt. But suppose he tried to walk off, and she couldn't
pull off him? That would hurt like hell, she figured, recalling
that time she'd heard a male dog yelping when the bitch tried to
run off with his cock still imprisoned in her snatch.
Maybe it only hurt the men, the males. But Sunny didn't want
to take that kind of chance, so she went to work getting his
slippery prick out of her hole. It came out easily when she made
a grinding turn with her ass, and added a fillip to it. The dog's
cockhead plopped out in a spray of cum, and she felt some of it
showering down on her back.
"George," she hissed, "damn it! Did you have to spring a
leak just then?"
Climbing up on the bed, Sunny rolled over and stretched out
on her back, trying to decide which way she liked being fucked,
dog-fashion or man-fashion. They were both very good. Could Judd
Lorimer screw her from the back like George had just done? She
couldn't think of any reason why he couldn't.
Sunny let George put his big head on her knee, and smiled
softly in the warmth of complete relaxation as the big dog began
once more to lick gently at her pussy. Luxuriating in the
sensitive pressures, in the slidy, bitchy feeling, Sunny thought
about Judd Lorimer eating her cunt. Before or after he fucked it?
she wondered. It would be a lot juicier afterward.
Did a man enjoy the taste of his own jism the way she had
loved the flavor of her pussy oils left on the prick he had forced
into her mouth? Probably, she thought. She would ask him when
she had time and they were making it again.
Of course, they'd make it again. No way for them to miss
that, because she wanted to know everything about sex he could
teach her, and that was probably a lot. Funny, she thought; forty
had seemed ancient, but now she wasn't so sure. He had shot off
twice in a matter of minutes, and wasn't that pretty good?
There was a knock at her door.
Sunny shoved the dog's head roughly aside, sat up and grabbed
desperately for her pants, dropped them, and said: "Yeah, Mom?"
"Are you sure you aren't sick, dear?"
Sunny got the pants this time, slipped into them, pawed for
her blouse and somehow it skidded under the bed. She bounded to
the dresser, yanked open a drawer and crammed herself into a fresh
shirt.
George barked, thinking this was part of a new game.
"Sunny! You have that dog with you again."
She went to the door, scooping up a book on the way. Opening
the door and displaying the paperback prominently, she said, "Aw,
Mom---he's not hurting anything. George is just keeping me
company while I read."
Her mother frowned. "You know I don't like him spending all
night up here. He should be down where he can be a watchdog.
Come on, George."
Sunny said, "Aw, Mom," again, but she didn't mean it. George
had brought it on himself, the dummy. Nobody had told him to
bark. And she wanted both of them gone before her mother's sharp
eye caught the wet stain spreading around the crotch of her jeans.
The dog's tongue had wet her twat down mare than she figured, and
the wetness was coming right on through her pants.
Funny how George just galumphed out after her mom, though.
Sunny thought he should at least look back, or wave a new hard-on
good-bye at her, or something. Fuck and leave was George's motto.
Okay for him, she thought, but actually she glad to be rid of him
for now. She was just a little tired, and had to take a shower
before bed.
Sunny wanted to be fresh for tomorrow's new adventures, for
she was certain they would surround her. Brightening, she skipped
into the bathroom and stood shivering in a cold shower, washing
into her pussy to scrub out the dog's sperm. Maybe she should
start taking douches now that she didn't have a cherry to worry
about.
Tomorrow, she thought---tomorrow she would get her pussy
eaten, and she was looking forward to the far-out sensation.
Chapter 4
Judd Lorimer didn't seem surprised to see Sunny when she
crossed over into his yard the next morning.
"Your mother out?"
She looked around and didn't see anyone. "Yes. Your family
out, too?"
He shook his head. "The kids are here, but I don't know for
how long."
"Well," she said, thrusting out a hip and standing like the
models she saw in magazines. "Well---I guess I'll have to go home
and talk to George. You remember George, my dog."
Big and bulky, he frowned at her, and she caught the hot look
in his eyes as they passed over her belly and legs. Judd had been
sitting on a lawn chair, reading his newspaper. He folded the
paper and dropped it, taking a long step towards her. Sunny stood
her ground, knowing he wouldn't dare to get tough there, right out
in the open.
"You little bitch---teasing me like this."
She smiled and poked out her tits more. "Why don't you take
me into your living room and show me how not to be bitchy? Hey,
you're swelling up in the front of your pants."
"Damn it!" he said. "I can't right now. Once the kids are
gone, I'll come over to your place."
She rolled her crotch suggestively at him. "Oh? I may be
busy by then."
Over his shoulder she saw Betsy, saw his daughter come out of
their house and stand on the back porch, looking down at them with
a strange expression.
Sunny called out: "Hi, Betsy! I was just asking your dad
where you were. I've got the greatest new album, absolutely far-
out, and I wanted you to hear it."
Betsy showed how bored she was, slouching down the steps and
coming over slowly. "Okay, I don't have anything else to do."
Judd looked relieved, and flashed his thanks at Sunny. She
took it as her due and led the way back to her own house, yakking
all the way, and wondering what the hell she was going to do with
Betsy Lorimer when she got the girl there. She didn't have a new
album, or any that the other girl hadn't heard a hundred times.
But she'd had to say something when Betsy caught her talking with
her father.
Inside, approaching the living room, Betsy said, "Well?" in
that one-year-older superior attitude, and something clicked in
Sunny. Betsy was always putting her down, being the smart-ass.
She was a beautiful girl, all right taking her father's dark
coloring and her mother's height. She always looked sleek and
tanned, and kind of lean.
But Betsy didn't know as much as Sunny did, and Sunny thought
she just might let her find out a little.
Sunny said, "Here, George!" and the huge Dane lumbered from
the dark comer under the stairs.
Betsy backed up. "That monster scares me. Send him away."
"He won't hurt you, unless I tell him to."
"I'm going home," Betsy said.
Quickly, Sunny asked: "You still a cherry?"
Betsy stopped backing up, and her eyes swung from the dog up
to Sunny's face. "What? Look, if you're trying to---"
"I'm not a cherry," Sunny interrupted proudly. "Not anymore.
I've been fucked three times already, and I did something else I
bet you never even heard of."
Eyes wide, Betsy said, "You're only thirteen years old, and I
don't believe you. You don't even have a guy at school."
Feeling very superior, Sunny said, "You are a virgin---and so
much older than me, too."
"I'm no such thing!" Betsy flared. "Johnny Stanford and I---
"
Sunny made a face and reached down to pat George's wide head.
"Wow---little Johnny Stanford, no bigger than me. How did he
manage to break your cherry with his little dingus?"
"I suppose you're screwing some grown-up man?"
For a fleeting moment, Sunny was sorely tempted to tell the
girl, to brag about screwing Judd, but some innate sense of
caution warned her not to. Instead, she said: "How about a big
cock?"
Betsy made a scoffing noise, and Sunny let go of George's
head, let the big dog dip his eager nostrils to sniff hungrily at
the crotch of her short-shorts. Betsy got the idea then, and her
mouth fell open in utter shock.
"You---you mean---with a dog?"
Sunny grinned and made a wriggle with her crotch. "Why not?
He has a great, big prick that stays hard for a long time, and he
can't tell anybody who he's screwing, and he can't knock you up."
Betsy could only stare, and George was getting anxious, his
tail wagging swiftly back and forth as he whined deep in his
chest. "I'll show you," Sunny said, and began to peel out of her
clothing.
"He'll hurt you," Betsy whispered, and Sunny knew then that
she had the other girl, that she was interested and beginning to
turn on at the idea.
"No way," Sunny answered, and dropped back upon the rug, "but
you can toss me a couple of those pillows from the couch."
George was at her pussy the moment she spread her legs, and
she held his head down at her crotch so, that he would do a good,
heavy job with his tongue, tickling her snatch to a good hotness.
"How---how does that feel?" Betsy asked, coming closer and
handing down the pillows ...
Sliding them under her ass so that her crotch tilted up,
Sunny said, "It feels real freaky, and you can't stay still when
he does it. You just have to shake your ass like this."
Betsy said, "Wow!" softly, and Sunny realized that George
must have had a hard-on, that his huge, shiny cock was probably
sliding out of its sheath.
Sunny said, "I've taken that twice before. He broke my
cherry with it, and it didn't hurt much. It doesn't hurt at all
now." She held George's muzzle into her pussy, grinding her gash
into his nose, tingling in her clit, becoming even more excited
than usual because she was being watched by someone. Her cunt was
wet inside from her own juices, and drippy outside from the dog's
tongue.
"Okay, George," she said, "any time you're ready."
As if he understood the words, the Great Dane humped the head
of his red prick at her, and Sunny lifted her crotch to meet it.
He prodded her cuntlips and she felt around until she got her
fingers on his slippery rod. Planting it in her slit, Sunny
lifted to meet his thrust, and with a smooth motion, the entire
length of his stiff cock disappeared into her pussy.
"T-There!" she panted, "There---it's in me, all the way in my
cunt, every inch of his meat!"
"Wow," Betsy repeated, dropping to her knees and staring. "I
can see it slide in and out---so long, so big around---"
Wiggling under the strokes that were caressing the insides of
her cunt, brushing the erect nipples of her tits up at the big
dog's chest, Sunny fucked away. Closing her eyes and taking a
grip on George's legs with both hands, she humped her pussy up at
him, and he responded in his usual manner, by ramming and poking
his shaft into her cunt to the balls.
"See---see!" Sunny gasped, grinding her twat on the lunging
cock, rubbing her sensitized clit over the knobby rod at every
stroke. Then she forgot all about Betsy Lorimer, forgot that
she'd brought the other girl there to show off. Sunny humped up
to the dog, hot waves splashing all inside her feverish cunt, her
ass doing crazy little tricks whenever his hairy balls pounded
into the cleft.
She got the Dane by the loose skin around his muscled neck,
and flung her feet up so that she could cross her ankles over his
moving back. His hairy hide tickled the insides of her knees, and
his cock slammed harder into her gripping box. She moaned
hoarsely and gave a final shuddering thrust on the ballooning head
of George's churning prick.
Sunny came violently, her pussy wetting itself with even more
lubrication, the hot sparks wheeling off in all directions as the
dig continued to fuck her with his massive, driving cock.
But he only jammed in deep a few more times, and just as her
feet started to slip off his back, George gave a growling kind of
grunt and stiffened out above her squirming body. Hot jazz
exploded from the distended cockhead and packed her cunt full.
Her legs came down, and George held his prick in her pussy.
Sunny let go his scruff and dropped to the floor on her shoulder-
blades, and George kept his cock imbedded in her shivering cunt.
His cockhead swelled inside her cunt, filled the cup of her
pussy with its bloated bulb, and Sunny backed off it, moving her
ass sideways off the couch pillows and making it work its way out
of her snatch. It trailed a thick stream of goo along the inside
of her left thigh. George just stood still, kind of numb, as he
usually was right after fucking.
Rolling up to her knees, Sunny said, "You still think I'm too
young, or too straight?"
Betsy shook her shiny black curls, her face gone pale and
tense. "Will he---can he---do it again?"
"Sure," Sunny boasted. "George can keep right on screwing.
Just give him a minute to catch his breath."
The other girl was taking off her dress, hands trembling as
she slid the panties down her tanned legs. Sunny noted with
interest that Betsy's cunt hairs were much thicker than her own,
that they were tightly curled and very black. Like the fur on her
old man's balls, Sunny thought; but Betsy wouldn't know about
that.
"D-Don't let him hurt me," Betsy said, never taking her
glazed eyes from the throbbing pack turned brighter scarlet by the
dog's fucking, and by the juices of Sunny's cunt.
"I won't," Sunny promised. "Put your ass on the pillows like
I did, and open your legs wide. He'll want to lick your pussy
first."
"Yes," Betsy breathed, "oh yes---have him do that, please."
George shook his head, and his pointed ears stood no
straighter than the prick running beneath his hairy belly. He
lowered his muzzle, and Sunny saw Betsy recoil as the bristly
hairs touched her thigh.
Then the long, red tongue licked wetly out, licked hotly down
to bathe the springily curled pussy hairs, and Betsy sucked in a
great, noisy breath. Her slim, sun-browned hands fisted upon the
floor at her sides. This girl had her daddy's hot nuts, Sunny
thought; Betsy was just as horny as Judd, and was about to slake
her sexy desires with the dog.
Sunny moved over to hold George's head in position, looking
with interest at the way Betsy's tits jumped around, at how she
had dark-brown nipples, instead of pink ones like Sunny's. They
were a little bigger than Sunny's boobs, but not too much.
"He's licking me," Betsy hissed through clenched teeth. "Oh-
oh man, he's lapping my pussy, trying to stick his wet tongue
right up my box."
"Wiggle around so he can lick your clit," Sunny advised.
"Maybe you can come before he fucks you. I did, one time."
She didn't say that had happened to her only once, the first
time George had licked her bare twat, and she didn't say that had
only taken place the day before. She pretended that she had been
ticking her dog for a long time, that she was quite experienced.
Betsy's hands pounded the carpet, and her lower body writhed
madly without taking her hairy crotch away from the avid lapping
of the dog's hot tongue. "Oohh! I can't s-stand it! He-he's
making me go funny---so wet and hot---tickling---OOHHH! I'm
coming, COMING!"
Smiling, Sunny let up on the dog's head, and George started
to make those humping motions with his belly, poking the sharp end
of his glistening prick into the arm beneath his belly. He moved
forward slowly, great eyes staring down at the girl's wet pussy
exposed to him, and Sunny felt a new excitement tighten her own
belly. It was going to be far-out to watch.
George got his forepaws around the girl's slim waist, got a
solid grip on her that she would have difficulty breaking, if she
wanted to. His cock prodded and felt, touched her thigh and slid
off to smear the satiny skin of her flat belly. Betsy's eyelids
fluttered and she groaned awake, making sleepy noises.
The Dane kept humping, feeling for the hot place he knew was
there, reaching the head of his powerful cock for the slick hole
that he had already tasted with his tongue. Sunny helped him
then, catching the pistoning prick and holding it until George
slowed down long enough for her to get it steered into the girl's
box.
Betsy snapped completely alert at the first touch of it
against her gash. "No! Oh no, Sunny! Get away, George! I
changed my mind. I won't---I can't---take that big prick into my
little pussy. It'll rip me wide open, kill me!"
"Too late," Sunny said, and grabbed her ankles so that George
could finish shoving his bright-red dog meat into the reluctant
cunt. Betsy wasn't going to tease the big dog and run off; George
had to fuck her. Besides, Sunny thought, holding the thrashing
legs---once Betsy got screwed, she couldn't go around finking on
anyone else.
Betsy let out a half-stifled shriek when George's cockhead
penetrated her cunt. It went into her hole quickly, wet down as
her twat was by the licking she had received, by the juices that
had flowed within her cunt when she came. So her pussy was
prepared for the entrance of the dog's prick, even if her mind was
not. The red cock slid in and in, until Sunny thought it was
never going to stop.
Had she taken all that? she wondered, eyeing the long length
of cock that was vanishing into Betsy's black-haired snatch. Then
Sunny watched the hairy brown sac of George's balls come up
tightly to the crisp pussy hairs. George was hitting bottom now,
had his meaty prong shoved in all the way. Sunny let go of the
girl's ankles, but Betsy had stopped trying to get away.
Sitting back on her heels, Sunny watched the other girl's ass
move, saw it gyrate in half-circles as Betsy hunched up to the
dog, as she arched her back and pushed her crotch up higher so
that George could plow his shaft deeper into her box. She was
breathing raggedly, raking at the carpet with her fingernails, but
she didn't break the sensuous rhythm of her hips or the up and
down movements of her crotch.
"So b-big!" Betsy groaned. "Oh---he's tearing me open, doing
me in! Oh! OOOH! He's freaking me out!"
It was hypnotic, seeing the dog's greasy shaft work in and
out of the clinging lips of Betsy's stretched pussy, heating the
sucking noises her cunt made as the stiff cock lurched into it.
She was really juicy, Sunny thought.
"Coming!" Betsy cried out. "Oh, yes! I'm coming again!
He's fucking me so hard and his cockhead is puffing all up ...
He's shooting off into me, filling me with his dog cum---all hot
and slidy! I can't stand it---can't stand it!"
Sunny reached out a hand as the girl collapsed, but she could
only put it on Betsy's shapely thigh. George was stiff above the
supine body, his rod crammed to the roots inside Betsy's pussy.
He would freeze that way until his orgasm faded away and broke the
spell it had put him under.
She couldn't just yank out the buried prick, Sunny knew. It
probably wouldn't do any damage to the tender tissues within the
cunt, but there was always that possibility. And since he was no
longer pouring his long meat to Betsy, it was better to just wait
a little while. It was kind of spooky, seeing the girl there with
her face gone pale and her head lolling to one side with her mouth
open and the eyes shut.
She had passed out, Sunny thought, completely zonked by the
tremendous climax she had just hit, by the awesome coming that had
crescendoed deep within her pussy and scattered to every part of
her flesh. Sunny hoped Betsy would wake up pretty soon, before
George got the idea he ought to fuck her again. If she didn't,
Sunny wasn't sure just what the hell she ought to do about it.
Luckily, Betsy came around, licking her lips and blinking.
When she remembered where she was and felt the dog's cock inside
her cunt, she twisted off it suddenly and scuttled back like a big
crab. But it was too late for fright; she had been well screwed.
* * *
Lorimer came by later in the day, hesitating around the
perimeter of the house until Sunny opened the back door and called
him inside.
Judd had a few beers under his belt; Sunny could smell it
when he hurried by her and into the protective shadows of the
living room. Following after, Sunny wondered why he was so jumpy.
He was acting almost as spooky as his daughter, when Betsy had
finally gotten her head together and gone home.
When he reached for her, she skipped back a few steps and
asked: "What's the matter, why are you so up-tight?"
Like a growly bear, he shook his head. "Can't get loose when
I want to anymore. One kid comes in and out, then the other one.
And if they're not hanging around me, the wife is calling to say
she forgot this and can she buy that. Damn, baby---I've been
needing to get over here all day."
Cutting his eyes around, he looked for the Dane. "The dog
close by?"
"Taking a nap," she answered. "He's kind of zonked out."
His eyebrows went up. "You screw him?"
"Why not? He's my first boy friend, after all. They say a
girl never forgets the prick that took her cherry, so I guess I'll
always have a thing for old George."
Ruefully, Judd Lorimer grinned. "You're the damnedest girl I
ever saw---so cool and saucy, so ready to fuck man or beast."
She said, "You weren't all this talky yesterday. You grabbed
me and got the job done right away."
Judd opened his shirt, and she saw the curly black hair on
his chest, saw the dark nipples she had nibbled and sucked. A
flash of anticipation burned through her when he said, "I thought
maybe I'd made a mistake getting involved with a kid your age.
But I see now there's no worry. You're a thousand years old in
one way."
Sunny cocked her head to one side, her eyes following the
movement of his hands as he unzipped and pulled down his pants.
"But I'm still kinda innocent, and that helps turn you on, doesn't
it?"
He grinned at her. "You're about as innocent as a freshly
fucked rattlesnake. But you don't know a few things yet, and I'm
going to teach them to you."
She wondered what the hell he would do if she blurted out
that she and his sweet daughter, his innocent daughter, had both
been screwed by George just a little while ago. She wasn't going
to tell him---yet---but she would in time.
"Take off those sexy little shorts," he said, "and come lie
down on the couch---no, not really all the way down. Kind of prop
your back against the arm there and hike up your knees. I'm about
to give you the thrill of a lifetime, baby---by eating your hot
young pussy."
Her hands shook a bit when she shucked out of her halter and
shorts, because this was something different, and very lascivious,
something she was eager to get at.
On the couch, staring into his intent face, Sunny saw his
expression change. Sucking in his breath, he said, "Damn! You've
got what has to be the most beautiful, the sexiest little cunt in
the world."
On his knees, his hands running slowly and teasingly up and
down her legs, Judd Lorimer caressed her thighs, her knees, her
calves. Bending, straightening his own legs out behind him, he
went to his elbows and picked up her left foot. He cuddled it in
his hands, and the touch of his fingers was so tickly Sunny
wiggled and giggled.
He kissed her foot---first the top of it, then the sole, and
it felt good to her, but when he started to suck on her toes,
drawing them one by one into his mouth to hold them between his
teeth, so he could run his tongue hotly over each one---Sunny
almost came.
She did try to pull away, but her leg was clamped in his
grasp, chained by the powerful hand around her ankle. Judd chewed
her toes and licked them, and hot thrills ran wild inside her
pussy. He exchanged her left foot for the right one, and went
through the entire tantalizing process again, until Sunny thought
she hit a minor orgasm. Her pussy turned wet and aching, and she
really wanted to be fucked.
But he only kept kissing, licking, biting her legs, working
his way up her shins to her knees, then slowing down, licking
more, as George might do. He bypassed her cunt mound completely,
and Sunny nearly screamed at him.
She let out a yelp when he shoved his hot, wet tongue into
her belly button, and her ass drew tight. Then he went down on
her, gripping her ass with both hands and lifting her crotch up
for his mouth, spreading her puffy pink gash for the feasting.
His tongue wasn't as long as George's, and he didn't lap like the
dog, but he did shove his a lot deeper into her hole.
Sunny clenched her fingers into his wiry black hair and
rolled her hips as he ate into her pussylips, biting gently and
running his tongue in and out of them. She felt the soft raking
of his teeth along her gash as his tongue sought out her clit and
laved it with hotness.
There was the big difference, the craziness that made her ass
jerk and swing in short, savage arcs. The dog licked, but Judd
manipulated, caressed her clitoris with his tongue and teeth, then
drew it into his lips. His teasing drove her wild, and she tugged
at his hair, wanting him either to hurry and finish it, hurry and
make her come---or take away his mouth and substitute his big
prick.
Sensing her wild urgency, Judd ate into her flaming pussy
tissues, then suddenly pushed them back with tongue and teeth, but
only to begin sucking. He peeled her pussylips back like the rind
of an orange, opening up her inner meat and siphoning so hard she
thought he was going to draw her entire cunt inside out.
"Oh, Judd---Mr. Lorimer---oh, stop! Please---no oh, wow!
You're killing me!"
He groaned into her slit, and rummaged around in it, tasting
and drawing, using his tongue and his teeth as well.
Concentrating on the throbbing ache of her clit, he soon brought
her gasping to a tremendous climax.
She came in a bursting of hot rays, humping to his mouth,
fucking him furiously in the face as she held to his head and
pumped her cunt at him.
"Judd, eat me! Eat me up, you far-out man! My pussy---oh,
my pussy! I'm flying apart---coming so hard I can't stand it!"
Somehow, she got her legs curled up around his shoulders and
had his head clamped between her thighs. Grinding her sizzling
cunt all over his face, she smeared his chin, his nose and cheeks
with her overflowing pussy juices. Head back and making little
sobbing noises, she heard him gulping at her snatch, felt him
drinking her excess juices.
He continued to eat her box tenderly, even after her legs
slipped off him and she let go of his head. But the violent waves
of orgasm were subsiding in her cunt, and she felt limp, inside
and out, gone soft all over. Maybe she had melted, she thought,
and turned into the same kind of slick oils that made the bubbles
in her pussy. In a second or two, she would seep into the couch
cushion and vanish forever, turned into a wet stain that was a
monument to Lorimer's fantastic cunt-lapping.
Judd stopped gobbling her twat then, and edged slowly up her
body, kissing her belly, her rib cage, running that educated
tongue around her nipples one by one. He was at her throat, and
she gasped, realizing that he was going to force her to taste the
residue of her own pussy.
His cockhead was very large, and rubbed insistently at the
drippy gates of her snatch. Ills mouth covered hers, the lips
mobile, the tongue shoving wetly, thickly inside. She sucked on
it, disappointed that the flavor was only slightly changed, that
there was no more than a hint of leftover cunt oils on it.
He poked at her cunt with the blunt end of his prick, and she
wriggled to get set right, to open that quivering sheath for him
to fuck. He got it into her gash, shoved the bulbous and spongy
cockhead between her pussylips, spreading them wetly, forcing them
apart easily because her snatch was so drippy and steamy from his
sucking.
"Ahh!" she breathed into the cavern of his mouth. "Oh, Judd-
--that feels so good. Fuck me for as long as you can. Shove that
big prick deep in me and make me squirm on it. Put your big club
up my pussy and screw me all day long."
"You passionate little bitch," he said, working his strong
shaft around inside the narrow grasping of her cunt. "I wish I
could fuck you until you pass out, then screw you some more while
you lie there limp."
She hiked her crotch, ground her snatch wetly on the heavy
rod, and felt the flanged head touch her cervix.
Stroking powerfully into her, he made corkscrew motions that
twisted his shaft within her hole, that turned her on in a blaze
of blissful movements. Sunny tried everything with him, bumping
high and dropping back swiftly, lifting up and holding her crotch
tightly to his so he couldn't thrust fully, shaking and clamping
down as if her cunt were some kind of runaway machine.
"Tight---hot---squeezing down on my cock---"
It was the words, too, she thought; it was the talking that
made it all better than the mute fucking of a dog. But when she
got going with George, when she had the Great Dane's super-hard
shaft buried in her twitching pussy, she forgot he couldn't talk,
and his whining did just as well.
Judd was almost as hairy as her dog, too---thicker in places,
not as wiry in others. She rode his pistoning rod, seesawed on
the meaty joint that filled her cunt to its farthest expansion,
and raised her arms to wrap them lovingly around his neck.
He was pounding her now, jarring her entire body with the
force of his hungry thrusts, and she tried to wring his prick with
rotating motions of her crotch, tried to tie it into knots of
slippery flesh and strong sinew.
His balls---big and hairy, wet now from her lubrications---
his balls swung into the cleft of her heaving ass with the rhythm
of a kettledrum. Her tits swung back and forth across the sweaty
forest of his wide chest, and just as Sunny felt him stiffening
out, she locked her teeth into his neck and hung on.
"Oh, shit!" Judd snarled, and pushed at her head, but she had
it fucked too closely into his throat for him to get much
leverage. But even though he struggled with her, fought against
the sharpness of her bite, he continued to drive his ram-rodding
prick into her shuddering cunt.
She moaned through the grip she had on his skin, and gave a
series of convulsive humpings of her belly. Battering her crotch
into his, she felt the marvelous sensations rising, knew it surged
behind her knees and swiftly up along the taut flesh of her
thighs. When it exploded at the pinnacle of her clit, she moaned
again, and her head rolled back from the beautiful, utter shock of
her coming.
Another stroke bludgeoned into her pussy, and yet another
hammered into her relaxing cunt. Then Judd Lorimer popped his
nuts with a wordless cry of ecstasy. His jism came hosing into
her narrow twat like a nozzle gone wild, spitting furiously
against the end of her womb, splashing hot and slippery onto the
walls of her cunt. As always, his cum was thick and buttery,
bubbling and foaming under the pent-up pressure of his jerking
balls.
He sighed atop her, his weight pressing down upon her small
tits, his prick soaking full length in the clasping velvet of her
pussy. She licked into his ear, and Judd shivered; she pushed her
tongue into his ear and held it there, stroking his hairy
shoulders with both hands.
Lorimer pulled his head away and backed his cock carefully
out of her torrid hole. "You bit me, you little bitch. You left
a mark on my neck that I'll play hell explaining."
Sunny felt wonderful. "Worried about your wife seeing my
teeth marks? Just tell her you were bitten by a bitch."
Rubbing his neck, Judd swung his feet off the couch. His
cock raised itself like a flagpole with a shiny knob on top; only
his knob wasn't golden, she thought, and it had been rained on.
Judd said, "You got so excited when you were coming you tried
to eat me back, to use your mouth in some way like I was using
mine."
"I don't know," she answered, stretching out her legs and
sliding down on her side. Pressing her belly against the cheeks
of his ass, she curled over so that her tits were against his
thigh, and the breath from her open mouth stirred into his soaked
crotch hairs. "I wanted to make you fuck harder when you were
coming. Hey---I can see your cum around the root of your prick.
It's all frothy, like it was run through a mixer."
"Hell," he said, "it was. You can shift gears inside your
little pussy and grind up a man's cock. Like I said before,
you're naturally born to this kind of sport, to fucking and eating
prick like you'd been trained all your young life. And that's
kind of strange, because your mother seems frigid to me, a real
ice-maker. Maybe your old man's genes carried all your
sexuality."
She blew into his crotch. "I don't know that, either. I
don't remember much about my father, but I don't think my mom is
all that cold---just lonely and kind of shy."
Lorimer looked at his watch and shuffled his feet. Sunny
held his leg and said, "Don't you want me to go down on you again?
I can do a better job this time, now that I've had some
experience."
"Come on," Judd said. "Your mother may come home anytime
now. We got started late today, remember? And my kids are
somewhere around the house. Look, we'll get together tomorrow."
"That's too far away," she said. "Guess I'll have to fuck
George some more."
He shoved her back and stood up. "You and that damned dog.
If I wasn't out of my head about you, I'd kick both your asses."
Sunny smiled evilly at him. "Why---you're getting jealous of
George. If you don't want me screwing him tonight, meet me in
your backyard about eleven o'clock. Or---I have a better idea.
Sneak on over to the doghouse in my yard, and I'll let you watch
George fuck me while I go down on you. I'm sure George won't
mind."
Lorimer jerked on his shorts and climbed into his jeans.
Over one shoulder, he said, "You're some kind of pervert, baby.
It's okay with me, but don't let many people hear you talking like
that."
She watched him struggle into his shirt, saw him turn up the
collar to hide where she'd bitten his throat. Maybe it was
already time to do some talking---like telling Betsy Lorimer to
come watch her daddy fuck. Maybe it would do everyone concerned a
lot of good, and just possibly get Judd turned on to his own sexy
daughter.
Chapter 5
Sunny was back on hands and knees, because George had kind of
caught her there, while she was teasing him. Although he had been
licking and lapping her pussy and the crack of her ass for some
time, she expected him to keep it up awhile. Sunny wasn't
prepared when he suddenly lifted his muzzle from the hot, wet gash
and threw his front paws around her waist to mount her.
That was why she wasn't really leaning down far enough with
her front end, to start the fucking, and why she didn't have a
pillow under her knees to raise her ass higher. But George didn't
seem to be having too much trouble; his slidy cock was prodding
and poking as he hunched his back.
She'd tease him a little, Sunny thought, and moved her ass
slightly from side to side, making him just miss the entrance to
her pussy, making the greasy tip of his exceptionally hard prick
skid from her dripping cuntlips. The big dog whined and thrust
harder, more anxiously, horny as he could be now, and more than
ready for his ration of pussy.
Sunny stopped giggling when the sharp point found another
target, and pushed strongly there. Not her asshole, she thought;
that opening was too small to accept a cock like George's. It
wouldn't expand with the same elasticity as her cunt---or would
it? Maybe it would stretch enough, and it would be a far-out
sensation to get fucked in the ass.
Sunny pushed back at him, wiggling just enough to help the
dog seat his cockhead into the tight ring of her asshole. George
shoved harder, and she felt the penetration begin, knew the wild
feeling of a prick moving into her bung. Slowly, it went in,
making its slippery way up into her narrow hole, opening her up.
It was a freaky sensation, and she squirmed upon the hard
shaft, taking it deeper into her ass, thankful that George's cock
wasn't as big around as Judd's, but beginning to worry about the
length of it, too. In the meat went, and father yet, until she
was scared it might go all the way up into her belly.
But the dog's tightly swollen balls came to bump against her
rounded buttcheeks, and she realized that his prick was shoved
home within her ass, that she was taking every inch of it.
"Easy, George," she whispered. "T-Take it easy now. Slow,
boy. Go slow and don't hurt me."
Even though she was thrilled, Sunny was still afraid of being
reamed this way, and moved back with the recoil of George's cock
each time he drew back for another stroke, then rode the stiff
prong forward, so he couldn't hit her too hard.
By changing the movements of her ass that way, Sunny was able
to hold off the dog's deepest and heaviest thrusts. Yet she
wiggled on his prick, thrilled to the, feeling it gave her
quivering asshole. They moved faster, and with her head hanging
down, Sunny could watch the jiggling of her tits and the way her
nipples bobbled when he crammed her bung full of his dog cock.
"Easy, George," she pleaded. "Easy."
Of course, he didn't listen, but neither did he go into one
of his frantic screwings where he slammed and hammered in a frenzy
of need. George had the edge off his passions now, and could take
it easy, without trying to tear up her asshole. Sunny speeded up
the rhythm of her seesawing to keep up with his probing cock.
The dog's mouth dripped saliva on her naked back, the hot
fluid tingling her skin and making her shake her ass more. His
forepaws clamped tighter around her and his fucking turned
jerkier. He was going to come, she knew, and Sunny reached back
between her thighs with one hand to stimulate her own pussy, to
use a finger on her aching clitoris. She helped her own coming
along, fingering herself in the cunt while the dog's cock slipped
back and forth in her asshole. She could actually feel the
thrusts of it against the back wall of her pussy, and when the
prickhead began to expand, Sunny knew another quick stab of fear.
Since her asshole was tighter than her cunt, could George get
hung up in her bung until the swollen head of his hard cock went
down? She hoped not; her mother could come nosing around at any
time, and if she ever found her darling daughter hung up with the
family dog ...
George went off just then, and Sunny was more than glad for
the heavy rush of his jazz, for the splashing of the hot sperm
into the tight tube of her asshole. It not only felt terrific,
but the slippery jelly would help get his cockhead out of her
butt.
A ripple passed through her body, a small tidal wave of
wanton enjoyment totally different from any erotic experience she
had known before. The feelings were hotter, more fulfilling, and
she worked her finger strongly into her cunt to spread them even
farther.
When she came, it was with a powerful jolt that shook her
from head to foot, and she thought her clit would burst. Hot,
wild, magnificent---the sensations raced over her flesh and
through every pore. Clenching her teeth in her lower lip, she
moaned in rapture, and would have fallen forward on her face if
she hadn't been thinking of that distended cockhead fastened
securely within her asshole.
Gently, Sunny began to rotate her ass as George clung to her
waist, and the swollen knob eased down her narrow tube. She
inched forward, glad that the big dog always rested for a while
with his prick buried before he attempted to get down. She moved
out some more, and the bulbous end passed down almost to the ring.
One more cautious gyration, and she twisted her dog's cock out of
her ass.
With a genuine sigh of relief, Sunny slid face down upon the
carpet of her bedroom, breathing deeply and getting her head
straight again. Getting buggered had been a strange experience,
and she liked it. What had Judd Lorimer said---that she'd like
anything connected with sex of any kind? He was right, she
thought; she hadn't discovered anything so far that didn't turn
her on.
Sunny crawled away from the dog and got to her bed. Sitting
on it, she slowly put on her clothes again, the cute little shorts
and the bandanna halter that Judd said made him hot.
"Come on, George," she whispered, and led the dog out of her
room, then down the stairs and out to the back. There she slipped
on his choke collar and snapped the chain to it. "Take a nap,
George---build up some more steam for later. I think you might
need it."
Her mother wasn't home yet, but she would be before long. It
was Friday night, and the long weekend lay ahead, when her mom
would be home all the time. Maybe she could con her mother into
letting her stay over at Betsy's house, where there would at least
be a good chance of getting to Judd. As it was, home was no place
to hang around when her mother was there, watching all the time.
Sunny looked over at the Lorimer place and saw nobody, so she
turned back into her kitchen and had a cold glass of milk.
Sitting by the table, she realized that her asshole was a little
sore, but not much. Still, considering it logically, she knew
there would be no way for Judd to ram his heavy dong up there.
She would have to limit her asshole-screwing to her dog, because
good old George didn't care which hole he had his prick in.
Putting her empty glass in the sink, she thought about going
down on George. It might be a lot of fun, she decided, and it was
the only thing she hadn't done with him yet. But she would have
to figure out some way to hold him still, so she could get her
mouth fixed to take his driving cock properly. If she didn't,
George would hammer his dick down into her throat and choke her.
Sunny went into the living room and just stood there, looking
around at the big color TV that was her mother's fixation. Sunny
couldn't understand that, because there was too much romance
available, too much good, heavy sex around for the taking.
And it wasn't that her mother was ugly-looking. She was
beautiful, if she'd fix herself up and stop trying to hide the
sexy features of her body. Her mother was only thirty-two, eight
years younger than Judd, who really knew what to do with his sex
organs. Her mom should do the same with hers.
Suddenly an idea hit her: Why not get the two of them
together, her mother and Judd Lorimer? The thought was a good
one, and she scooted back upstairs to clean up, to get her body
ready for anything, in case she had to bargain with Judd.
Besides, she was feeling a little sticky from her exertions with
George and the ass-fucking the dog had given her.
She flung off her things and got into the shower, soaping her
body and scrubbing bubbles so they floated from between her legs.
Sunny hesitated about washing her hair, then thought she'd better;
she didn't want anything to keep her from being her sexiest.
Scented and powdered, her cunt washed out and all traces of dog
cum gone, she tripped into her bedroom for fresh clothing.
Choosing a wraparound skirt that wasn't quite mini, but which
would break apart to exhibit a lot of thigh, she dug out her
prettiest lacy panties to wear under it. The blouse was one of
those almost see-through kind, and she left off her bra.
Sunny liked the way her nipples poked into the blouse; no guy
could miss them. They weren't as big as her mother's, but they
were plenty sexy, and Judd liked them. She shivered at the memory
of his hot mouth sucking on her boobs, of the weird feeling she
got when he pulled one of them completely into the widened ring of
his teeth.
Wearing a pair of the new cork-soled shoes with funky high
heels, she went back downstairs and straight over to the Lorimer
house. In the backyard, she ran into Betsy, and the other girl
blushed.
"Hey," Sunny said. "You don't have to feel funny with me. I
screwed George, too---remember?"
Betsy lifted her eyes. "Okay. Gee---you look terrific. Did
you come over to see me?"
Sunny sat down beside the other girl. "You always look
terrific, Betsy. Look---let's be all the way up front with each
other, okay? I mean, we weren't friends before, but we can be
pretty tight now, because we know things. And we both dig George.
Right?"
Betsy nodded, her dark eyes wary yet. "All right, Sunny.
What do you want?"
"Not much," she said, conscious of the warmth where Betsy's
thigh was touching her own. "Just to have your daddy screw my
mom."
Betsy jumped visibly. "W-What?"
"Hey---it's not like he's a real straight arrow, you, know.
Your daddy has already fucked me twice---and he made me go down on
him, too. But he paid that back by eating my pussy later. So, I
guess he can do the same things to my mother that he did to me.
She's real lonely, and kind of straight, so I figured to get her
out of her rut and turning her on to your dad. I mean, he's a
fantastic fuck."
"Wow!" Betsy breathed softly, her dark eyes going wide.
"This is too unreal. You mean---you my daddy and you?"
"All the way," Sunny @d. "He's a real horny guy, and when I
asked him if he'd ever looked at you that way, you know what he
said?"
Betsy asked in a taut whisper: "What did he say?"
"That he thought you were sexy and beautiful, but you were
his kid, so of course there'd be no chance for him to ever fuck
you. So he took it out on me, because he wanted some young ass---
because he wanted your young ass. I don't mean that he doesn't
dig fucking me, because he really does. I turn him on in a far-
out way. But you could turn him on even more."
The other girl swallowed, making a dry noise. "I-I could?"
Sunny took her hand. "Believe it. But we have to get him
used to the idea first. That's why I want him to screw my mom, to
get him more loose about swinging with other chicks."
"You're just going to ask him right out?" A pulse was
beating in Betsy's lean and tanned throat, and high excitement was
threaded into her voice now. "Why don't we---I mean, you and me--
-if you can spend the night, maybe we can get him into your
bedroom and I can change places with you in the dark---after he
screws you, of course."
Sunny grinned and fondled the hand she was holding; Betsy's
fingers closed upon her own, and Sunny knew she had a real friend
now, one she could share all her secrets with, a girl who would
never want to fink on her, because they'd be too closely tied in.
"That's a great idea, Betsy. I guess my mom can wait to get
fucked. She's waited this long, so she can do without that good
cock a little longer. How are we going to work it, tonight---and
where's your mom?"
"My mother is staying over at granny's house until tomorrow.
That gives us all night!"
Putting their heads together, they whispered plans and
discarded them, buzzed excitedly over new ideas, and finally ended
with the most simple one: Sunny would lure Judd Lorimer into the
guest bedroom and either screw him, or slip out to the bathroom in
the dark, so that Betsy could take her place. Judd wouldn't know
he was putting the prick to his own daughter until it was too
late. Hot as the man was, Sunny thought, once he buried the
length of that hard prick into a cunt, he would fuck it until his
cum flowed.
"Hey---how about your brother Harry?"
"Late movie at the drive-in," Betsy said. "He goes there to
pick up girls, but he usually just comes home late to jerk off in
the bathroom."
"Then we have it made," Sunny said. "Poor Harry. Doesn't he
get to fuck anybody? He's a nice-looking guy."
"He's okay, I guess. But he gets up-tight around girls."
Sunny said, "He won't, in time."
"Him, too?" Betsy asked, then answered her own question: "So
why not? He'll save a lot of handkerchiefs if he makes it with
you."
"And you," Sunny said. "Fuck them one, fuck them all."
Betsy giggled. "I'll bet it would scare the shit out of
Harry if I just walked up and grabbed him by the cock."
Sunny stood up. "There's my mom, pulling the car into the
garage. I'll have to go eat dinner with her, and tell her about
me staying over with you. And then ..."
"Yeah," Betsy said. "I can't wait. Imagine---my own
father. I think he's the sexiest thing alive, and I've listened
to him put it to Mom some nights, so hard that they bump the bed
into the wall. He---oh wow, Sunny! I'm wetting my pants just
thinking about it."
"Save all your juice," Sunny advised. "Your dad's prick is
every bit as long as my dog's, but a lot rounder and thicker.
He'll stretch your pussy good."
"I'll love it," Betsy said softly. "If I don't chicken out."
Sunny patted her bare shoulder. "I won't let you cop out.
Got to run now, and make sure my mother stays in front of the TV
all night." She laughed. "Your dad has a rerun to make himself.
Whoever he gets to fuck first, he has to screw the other. And he
won't have any trouble. Like I said, he's a real horny guy."
* * *
"But I have to go pee," she told him. "No, don't turn on the
light. Betsy might see it and think I can't sleep, then she'll
come in to check on me."
"Okay," Judd told her, reluctantly letting go of her naked
body. "But be quiet, now. Damn it---I shouldn't be in here at
all, and if you hadn't kept shaking your ass at me all night ..."
"Shhh," she warned, and slipped from the bed. Feeling her
way across the room, she found the other door. Beyond it, Betsy
waited; Sunny could hear the girl's ragged breathing. Reaching
out, she found her in the darkness and pulled her close.
Lips at Betsy's ear, she murmured: "Go ahead. Just ease in
bed next to him and let him do the rest. Usually he'll fuck
first, then play the other games after. I'll come in later, soon
as I know you're getting screwed real good. You might give a
couple of moans to signal me."
"S-Sunny," the other girl whispered, "I'm scared."
Taking her wrist, Sunny pulled Betsy from the bathroom and
shoved her out into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She
peed in the toilet and flushed it, mostly for the covering noise,
so Betsy could move over to the bed and crawl in.
Judd wouldn't be able to tell the difference. He was hot to
go, and in a hurry to fuck and get back to his own bed before
either of his kids heard anything. He wouldn't note the
difference in height, or the slightly bigger tits; he had a bare-
assed young schoolgirl in bed with him, and that was all he cared
about.
Cracking the door again, Sunny listened a few seconds before
she heard the hoarse whisper. "Ah, you little bitch! Come on and
open your hot little cunt to me. Here---take my prick in your
hand."
Sunny hoped that Betsy didn't freeze; that would blow it all
before they were ready to expose the affair for what it was---a
swinging piece of incest. Was it also incest, Sunny wondered, to
fuck any member of your family? Like George; he was certainly
part of the Watson family.
There were rustling sounds from the bed, sliding and giggling
noises, then the unmistakable rhythm of the mattress and springs.
Betsy was getting the meat put to her by her own father, taking
her daddy's big, hard cock into her practically unused pussy. If
the dog hadn't spread her cunt yesterday, Judd might not have been
able to stuff his huge whang into it tonight.
Carefully, Sunny edged across the room, unfamiliar with
its furniture, her eyes only making out vague shapings in the
blackness. She could radar in on the bed by its sounds, and as
she neared it, Betsy moaned.
"Ooohh! Oh---aaahhh!"
Despite her arousal, however, Betsy had enough control to not
give away who she was. When her knee tapped gently against the
foot of the bed, Sunny moved around it to the far side.
"What a hot cunt!" Judd muttered. "Every time I fuck it,
your pussy has a new feel to it, baby---hot and tight and juicy.
Sweet pussy, little girl---fine, young cunt wrapped around my cock
like wet fire. Shake that ass, girl!"
Betsy answered by grunting and moaning again, and Sunny
peered at the tangled shadows on the bed, seeing them only as a
mingled lumping that moved and twisted, that bounced on the
mattress and wiggled from side to side. It was easy for Sunny to
climb onto the edge of the bed away from them without breaking the
tempo of their screwing, and she did so.
There were urgent quivers running through her own damp cunt;
Judd had been fingering her twat before she pulled the switch on
him, and he had been sucking away at her tits. So Sunny had been
stirred up even before she'd heard---and now felt---the beat of
their fucking. Her pussy turned more humid with each passing
second, and she lay back to drift her head on a pillow, her flesh
going hot and taut at every bounce of the bed.
"You marvelous little cocksucker," Judd hissed. "Your cunt
is eating me up, chewing on my prick. I-I'm going to come, baby!
I'm just about to flood your tiny pussy with that hot cum you love
so much. Take it, baby! Take it!"
Sunny trembled at the drawn-out groan that sounded over the
bed, her closed eyes flashing bunting scenes of a prick shooting
creamy white sperm, flinging the precious juice into the air. But
it wasn't going into the air, wasn't being wasted at all. The
jism was pouring into Betsy's hungry pussy, filling it to the
brim.
He'd just better have plenty left, Sunny thought, or Judd
Lorimer was going to find his balls working overtime.
Judd and Betsy stopped moving, ceased all motion and melted
into that special kind of stage where all was warm and wonderful,
where all was love and sex. Her tongue licking wetly, avidly over
her lips, Sunny stretched out her hand and found the muscled cheek
of Judd's ass; she trailed her fingertips tightly over the skin
until the texture changed, and she found herself touching the
satiny hipbone of Betsy. She stroked across and down, using a
forefinger to gently push between the sweaty contact of two
bellies.
Delicately, she probed through curly hair and found the
lovely softness of Betsy's upper cuntlips, that little protective
hood that was stretched now---and down just a tiny bit farther,
there was the thrilling slickness of the throbbing hot prick.
Sunny felt the very place where Judd's cock fitted so snugly into
the caressing lips of his daughter's pussy.
He moved and murmured something indistinguishable, and his
shaft stirred within the wet grasp of his daughter's cunt. Betsy
wiggled weakly, and Sunny decided the girl had been knocked out of
her head by the fucking she'd received, and was still floating.
Sunny continued to feel the prick and the cunt, playing her
fingertips into the sultry dampness, tickling and petting, getting
her own kicks from manipulating their sex organs, from the games
she was inventing. It was great just to feel how the rod slid
into the snatch, and she wished the light were on.
"Damn," Judd said. "You just can't get enough prick, can
you?"
It would have been okay, Sunny thought later, if he hadn't
made a particularly hard shove with his cock just then. Maybe
Betsy wouldn't have answered otherwise, but the drive of the prick
seemed to shake the words from her.
"N-No, daddy! Not when it's yours."
Sunny clamped her fingers fiercely around the thick, wet
shaft of his cock, hanging onto it with a strong grip. Judd
flinched and tried to back out of the cunt his dick was soaking
in. Sunny held on, forcing him to stay where he was.
Judd said aloud: "What the hell! You called me daddy---why?"
Sunny answered him, bringing her other hand up and around so
she could move her fingernails into the hairy cleft of his ass.
That helped pin him into position while he found out what had
really been going on, while he accepted the fact that he had
actually been fucking his own daughter.
She said, "Because you are her daddy, Judd. Your prick is
soaking inside Betsy's cunt---her's was the hot, tight pussy you
were going crazy about. You just fucked your daughter Betsy."
Sunny couldn't hold him. Judd jerked free with a yelp,
yanking his cock from her hand and paying no attention to the rake
of nails in his asshole. The bed bounced, and suddenly a light
flashed on. Blinking, Sunny stared blindly into the unexpected
brightness.
"Son of a bitch!" Judd said hoarsely. "It's true!"
"Of course it's true," Sunny said, sitting up on her knees
and getting her eyes adjusted. "How many hands did you think she
had---three?"
She saw Betsy lying shocked and limp, her legs spread just as
they had been when her father was between them. Her black-haired
pussy gleamed beautifully with frothy drops of cum, and the
inflamed lips peeped through. Her belly was rising and falling
rapidly, and the nipples were still erect on her fine tits.
Judd glared, standing beside the bed with his cock still
rock-hard, its head glistening with jism left there in his hurried
withdrawal from his daughter's pussy. He said, "This is your
fault, Sunny. You dirty little ..."
"Oh, bullshit!" Sunny said. "You know damned well you've
wanted to fuck Betsy for years, and now you've done it. Look at
her, scared silly but wanting you to love her some more, to screw
her again. Of course we set it up, she and I---but only because
she'd rather have you fuck her than anyone else in the world."
Staring down at the supine form of his naked daughter, Judd
said gently, "Is that right, dear? Betsy, is that what you wanted
very much?"
Without opening her eyes, Betsy whispered, "Very much,
daddy."
Sunny smiled and caressed her friend's flank, running her
hand up over the hip and the rib cage to a sweet, quivering tit.
"Just leave the light on, Judd. Nobody has anything to hide
here."
He sat down on the bed beside his girl, feasting his eyes on
the slim, tanned contours of her bare body, his gaze bright, his
tongue touching his lips repeatedly.
Sunny said, "Go ahead, man---feel her. She's dying for you
to do it."
Then she sat back to watch the man fondle his daughter,
seeing his hands move at first with awed hesitation all over her
body, from cheek to tit, from hip to belly and lightly over the
trembling pussy with globules of his own sperm drying on it. Judd
grew bolder, more excited, and leaned to kiss his daughter's
mouth.
When his lips touched hers, Betsy threw her arms around his
neck and cried out, "Oh, Daddy---Daddy! I love you so. Hold me,
Daddy. Pet me and kiss me all over and tell me how much you love
me, too. You did it to me, Daddy---you fucked me and you liked
it. You said I had a fine, hot pussy, so tight and grinding. You
came in me, Daddy. Say you love me. Tell me you want to fuck me
some more."
His hands were everywhere then, cupping her crotch, her ass,
moving up to cuddle a tit, down again to wander over her smooth
belly. "You bet I do, baby---always and always. You're beautiful
and hot, and I'll always want my prick inside you. For years, I
watched you wiggle this darling little ass, and I sneaked looks at
your tits when your blouses were loose, and I kept worrying about
all the kids your own age, boys who were trying to screw you. I
wanted your cunt for myself, baby."
"I'm glad, Daddy. Oh, I'm so glad!" Betsy said things into
his mouth and against his teeth, and then her tongue took over the
conversation in a different way, dipping into his panting mouth.
"Hey," Sunny said, "I'm glad for both of you---but I also
want to be glad for me. I could've fucked him first, you know,
and that might have messed up this whole operation."
Betsy pulled away from her father, her face turning to Sunny.
"Oh---sure, Sunny. I'm sorry. I'm just so wrapped up in my
daddy."
"So let's both get wrapped up with him," Sunny said. "He's a
lot of man, your father. He ought to be able to handle both of
us."
Judd smiled at her, a strangely gentle smile. "Of course, I
can. Any man worth his jism would leap at the chance to screw two
beautiful young girls at the same time. Let me get between you,
kids---and we'll go on from there."
When he lay on his back between them, Sunny pushed her body
against his left side, and Betsy moved her body against his right
side. They caressed him, kissed his cheeks, his mouth, worked
their hands up and down his quivering body. Once their hands met
at his upright and pulsing cock, and Sunny squeezed the other
girl's fingers as well.
"See how big it is?" Sunny asked. "You didn't have much
trouble taking it, did you?"
"Only at first," Betsy said, "when I was so scared. But when
he kept pushing this huge cockhead into my pussy, I got wetter and
it slid in okay. But he really packs your cunt, doesn't he?"
"You girls are driving me crazy," Judd said, a hand on each
ass.
"Not yet," Sunny answered. "Wait a few minutes, and we'll
really freak you out. Since you've already fucked your daughter's
pretty little cunt, how would you like to show her what it's like
to be eaten? She's never had anyone cat her pussy, Judd."
He said, "I'd like that fine." Betsy's eyes widened as she
stared at Sunny, who said, "It's great, really. And while he eats
you out, he can be screwing me at the same time. There'll be one
of us on each end. I'll sit on his cock, and you can sit on your
daddy's face."
"Is---is that all right, Daddy?" Betsy asked.
Judd stroked her shoulder. "Sure, baby. You can face Sunny,
and hold hands, or watch each other when you're coming, or
anything you want to do. Two sweet, gorgeous little girls---and
me taking care of them both."
"It's going to be far-out," Sunny said, the blood racing in
her thighs, and a hot flame beginning to kindle in her belly. She
crawled over him and spread her knees wide, balancing above the
flagpole of his massive prick, her entire pussy ravenous for the
touch of its shiny knob. But she'd wait until Betsy was ready,
too.
"Climb over his face like this," she said to the other girl.
"Just hang there until we can both sit down together."
"Won't I hurt you, Daddy?" Betsy asked anxiously, hesitating
above him with her sleek thighs spread.
He stared up into her open cunt, a smile on his lips, and
took her by the cheeks of her ass. "No, baby---just grind and
wiggle all you want to. I'm very proud to be the @t man to eat
your gorgeous cunt."
"Do I just kind of ease down on your face?"
"Right on my mouth, darling."
Sunny saw Betsy's thighs tremble slightly; then she reached
down to set the head of his stiff prick into the eager wet lips of
her own pussy. it felt crazy, terrific, and she slid down on his
dick with a deep sigh. His shaft penetrated her slidy cunt
easily, what with the steady pressure from her body bearing down
upon it, and Sunny moved her fingers to the sac of his balls,
reaching around behind her ass to do so.
"Oh man," she breathed raggedly. "Oh, man---it's in me
again. How I love this big prick!"
Her free hand reached out and found support in Betsy's hand,
and as her crotch came down all the way to the roots of Judd's
cock, she saw the other girl's black-furred pussy close over his
open mouth. Betsy clenched her hand spasmodically and moaned.
"Crazy, isn't it?" Sunny asked. "He'll freak You out when he
sucks your clit. I mean, your daddy can really eat out a pussy."
Betsy's lashes fluttered and closed tightly as she began to
roll her ass and grind the softness of her snatch on her daddy's
mouth. Rapture twisted her face and she began to rock back and
forth, her ass rolling gently in her father's hands.
Sunny knew how the girl felt, the tremendous feelings that
were moving through Betsy's cunt, the sensuous rhythms that were
building within her mind, the peerless intimacy of having a tongue
up her pussy, and more especially, her own daddy's tongue.
But Sunny had something up her own snatch, a thick and
filling cock that she moved on, rotating her ass and seesawing to
make it scrape tenderly over every possible inch of her inner
cunt. She concentrated on the area of her clitoris, wiggling just
lightly on the huge tool so she wouldn't build her orgasm too
quickly.
"It's---so---wild!" Betsy said, mouthing the words one by
one, punctuating them with soft gasps as she swirled her feverish
cunt on her father's mouth.
And Sunny answered, "Ooohh! Oh, yes! I know how he does it,
how he uses that tongue and his teeth, how he can suck a pussy
inside out. But you know how wonderful this great, big prick is,
too. It's so long and thick, it packs my pussy from end to end.
Oh, Judd---Judd, darling---just rock your hips a little, lover.
Ah yes, that's it!"
The girls held hands, twining nervous fingers like tender
nettings, twisting and clenching to match the motions of their
asses.
Then somehow Sunny found her hands reaching farther, and
found that Betsy Lorimer was leaning to meet them. She took hold
of the girl's tits, fondled them, mashed them flat, allowed them
to spring up again, so she could roll the beautiful nipples in her
fingers.
And Betsy began to caress Sunny's boobs, too. They played
with their tits, their breath coming faster and faster. One of
them rode a prick, the other made a saddle of a man's face. They
squirmed and gasped, and hunched and stroked.
Betsy cried out: "I'm screwing my daddy in the mouth! Oh,
Daddy darling---my lovely father---lick my pussy, eat my cunt!
I'm going to come, Daddy! I'm just about to come---come---COME!"
Sunny writhed under the sudden, almost painful pressure of
the other girl's fingers digging into her tits, but the slippery
thrusting of the big prick within the grip of her blazing cunt
wiped out all other feeling.
She rocked on the shaft, slid forward so that it slipped
nearly out of her flexing pussy, then pushed herself back so that
his cock was bent in the middle. She rolled from side to side,
making a grinder of her cunt, rolling his prick around in its
clasp. It was good---and she felt the onrush of her climax, knew
that she was going to come before he did.
But he fooled her; his cockhead swelled like a dog's, and
shot a blistering stream of cum that showered her cunt. Sunny met
the typhoon with her orgasmic heavings, and lifted her hands away
before she hurt Betsy's tits.
Chapter 6
Sunny left them to their private loving later that night, and
crept tiredly into her bed---Betsy's bed, rather---leaving father
and daughter together in the guest room. She thought they'd have
a lot to say to each other, besides all the things they'd want to
do, like play sixty-nine.
Sunny had had her orgasm, and was content with just that,
especially after the ass-reaming she'd taken earlier from George.
So she dreamed---of men and boys with hard-ons, all sizes of
cocks, all with drippy prickheads. But behind them, there always
loped the big figure of her Great Dane.
* * *
Awaking early, Sunny eased back into the guest room, careful
that the other Lorimer at home---Harry---wouldn't hear her
wandering about. She roused Judd and told him to scoot back to
his own room, then made certain he understood she wanted to see
him later in the day, over at her house.
"Come alone," she said. "I dig sweet Betsy almost as much as
you do, but force yourself to leave her at home for a while. We
can all get together again later."
He nodded sleepily, but got himself together and trudged for
his own room. Sunny went across the yards and let herself in the
back door, raiding the fridge before going upstairs for a long
nap. She hadn't seen George chained to his doghouse, nor did she
see him in the living room; the big dog wasn't upstairs, either.
Hiding somewhere, she thought, getting up a boner for his next
fuck with her---which wouldn't be all that long.
* * *
The smell of bacon roused Sunny next time, and she hurried
through a shower, then plunged downstairs to eat. She was
ravenous, downing everything in sight, from juice to pan fries.
Fucking made her hungry; because it used up so much energy, she
guessed. And one thing she didn't want to do was run out of
energy---not for at least a thousand years. Maybe she could catch
up on enough screwing by that time.
When she looked up, her mother was smiling wanly at her.
"Evidently you weren't sick. Why did you come home so early from
Betsy Watson's? Usually when you stay over, you girls talk all
night and sleep half the day."
Sunny said, "Oh, we zonked out early and I felt like having
breakfast with you." Her mother looked older this morning, seemed
lonelier than ever, and Sunny felt sorry for her. But she
brightened, remembering that Judd Lorimer was coming over later in
the day.
Her mom had a surprise coming, because Sunny intended to ask
Judd to fuck her. They'd go well together---his black hair and
olive skin against her willowy, honey-blonde fairness; his big,
pulsing cock shoving into the tender pussy that hadn't been
screwed in so many years ...
Sunny had to look down into her coffee cup, afraid that what
she was thinking might show on her face. The idea was getting to
her, making her own mound turn humid. Last night had been pretty
wild, sharing Judd with his daughter, but if she shared him with
her mother---that would be weird. It would also be out of sight.
But her mother was so straight and shy, and had that hangup
about hiding all the good points of her body. Maybe she'd freak
out if Judd raped her, and scream for the cops.
Sunny finished her coffee and cleared the table, frowning
about that possibility. But if her mom had passed along her own
genes, so that Sunny inherited her vital sexiness from her mother
instead of her father, then her mom was a ball of fire inside.
Then why hadn't she swung with a few guys? She always spent
her nights at home. Out of a sense of duty toward her daughter?
Or because her hangup was sex, and she was hiding out from the
world of men?
The gamble had to be taken, Sunny decided, drying the dishes
as her mother washed. If Sunny helped Judd get into her mom, then
her mother really couldn't call the police and fink on them.
She'd be certain to protect her daughter from that kind of
involvement, even if it meant taking a solid fucking and
forgetting about it if she didn't enjoy the screw. But how could
any woman not enjoy fucking? Sunny wondered.
She was helpful around the house, cleaning up, picking her
mom's favorite tapes for the stereo, then mixing a rum Coke for
her when she sat down to read the paper.
Teresa Watson asked: "What's it all about? I appreciate you
taking care of me this way, but it's not usual."
"Drink up," Sunny said. "I mixed too much of this at one
time, and you don't want it to go flat. Then you go up and
shower, and make yourself still prettier, 'cause I invited
somebody over to see us today."
"That's why, then." Teresa drained her glass. "Whoo! I'm
certainly not used to that. Who's coming over, dear---a new boy
friend?"
Sunny refilled the glass and handed it over. Two drinks
often stood her mother on her ear. She said, "You might say that.
I guess he is my boy friend. But you don't need to get yourself
up all formal, Mom. Just wear your prettiest robe and fix your
hair and---well, you know."
Teresa sipped some of the drink, made a face and said, "I'll
have to take the rest of this up to the shower. Didn't you make
it a bit strong, Sunny?"
Smiling, Sunny said, "Oh, come on. You're a big girl now.
Finish up and I can go wash the glass. I want everything tidy
before he gets here."
Obediently, her mother swallowed the rum Coke. Blinking back
a sudden rush of tears, she said: "Just who is this young man,
that your mother has to be high to meet?"
"You'll like him," Sunny said. "He has a thing about him
that you just won't be able to resist." His big prick, she added
silently, and had a terrible time keeping her face under control.
She took the glass and turned away before she broke up. "Look
pretty, Mom."
After her mother climbed the stairs, Sunny thought that now
would be the perfect time---to catch her just coming out of the
shower, a little woozy from the combination of unaccustomed rum
and the hot water. They could get her between them, she and Judd,
and hustle her into the bedroom, and Sunny would help hold her
down while he poured that massive prick to her.
A shiver ran up Sunny's back, and she squeezed her thighs
together to ease the urgency in her pussy. She went to the door,
hoping to see Judd; he didn't come right away, and she got edgier,
walking back and forth nervously. Back at the door, she saw him
at last, and ran to grab at his hand, hauling him into the
kitchen.
"Judd---oh, darling---you timed it just right."
He looked at her quizzically. "What? Were you ready to call
your dog?"
She tilted her head at him. "You don't have to be jealous of
poor George. He doesn't whine when you fuck me. But it's not me,
Judd not right away, anyhow. You have to do something special for
me. You have to fuck my mother."
"What the bell? Sunny---have you flipped out?"
"You have to fuck her," she insisted. "My mom is lonely and
shy and she's not going to get any better, any older, unless you
show her how good it is to be fucked. You could make her eat you,
too---the way you did it to me, and turn her on all the way
around."
His eyes warmed and he said, "Your mother. Does Teresa know
about this?"
"No, but I'll help you. Rape her, if you have to, and if she
wants to yell for the police, I'll swear that she just got mad at
you. But I don't think she'll give that kind of trouble if I'm
mixed up in it. She's showering now, and she's had two rum Cokes,
so she'll be wobbly."
Judd said slowly, "Your mother is a lovely woman, and I've
been wondering why she keeps to herself all the time. That would
be something---to be fucking both of you, mother and daughter."
Sunny pointed out, "And later, swinging with both at the same
time---maybe even with Betsy, too. Wouldn't that be wild, man?
Two girls and a woman, fucking you and eating you and loving you."
He licked his lips and said, "Yeah. Upstairs, you say?"
Excitedly, Sunny said, "Get undressed down here---and I will,
too. That'll shock her silly, seeing you and me naked. It ought
to throw her so off balance we can grab her."
"Damn," he said, "this is one hell of an idea, and I'm
getting a hard-on already. Let's go, baby."
They threw off their clothes helter-skelter, and Sunny
clutched his hand again when they were bare-assed. "Come on,
lover man. Right on up the stairs."
Their timing was just a shade off, because Sunny had planned
to trap her mother either in the bathroom, or just coming out of
it. As it happened, they closed in on Teresa Watson just a second
after she had turned into her own room. Sunny caught a flash of
the pale-blue robe as her mom left the hallway.
Before Judd could slow down or hesitate, she dragged him to
the door, turned the knob, and they dashed inside together.
Teresa spun around, her mouth going wide in utter surprise at the
sight of two naked bodies plunging towards her. Before her mother
could scream, Sunny clamped a hand over her mouth, caught one of
her wrists and shoved her towards the bed.
Judd was quick, too; he grabbed the other wrist and pulled
Teresa down. She hit the bed with her long, slim legs flailing,
and Sunny saw her mother's cunt exposed---a deeply haired, richly
golden-brown pussy set beautifully between sleekly rounded thighs.
Then Teresa was kicking, trying to cross her legs and hide her
cunt, moaning helplessly against her daughter's palm.
Judd managed to get a knee between the scissoring legs, and
clamped an iron grip on the opposite knee. Teresa stopped kicking
because she had to. Then he brought her arm up over her head and
said to Sunny: "Let go of her mouth and use your hands to pin both
her wrists."
"What if she screams?" Sunny asked, panting with excitement.
"If she screams," Judd said, staring down into Teresa's wild
eyes, "I'll stuff a pillowcase in her mouth. You hear me, woman?"
Carefully, Sunny moved her hand away from her mother's mouth,
saying softly: "Mom---oh Mom, please don't act up or try anything
crazy. He'll tie you and gag you if he has to. And he's going to
fuck you, either way. So please---please be cool."
Her mom's eyes were wide with shock, and she was gasping for
breath, but Sunny thought she was too shaken to yell, now. There
was sheer terror on her face, and for just a second, Sunny wanted
to soften, to relent and call off the whole thing. But it was out
of her hands; Judd was too aroused now, determined to fuck the
lovely, mature cunt he saw. There'd be no stopping him.
He said, "Relax, Teresa. You've been fucked before."
Silently, the woman continued to fight. Holding her mother's
wrists, Sunny saw the pressure Judd put upon the tender hips, and
how he used both hands to hold her mom's crotch into place for the
prodding of his hungry cock.
The big, spongy prickhead poked at her gash, slid off the
thick curls of pussy hair, recovered and thrust again. This time,
the blunt end found a softer place, a slightly damp hole, and
pinned the wriggling pussy solidly. Teresa gasped aloud. Judd
pushed harder, using more force now that his cockhead had found
her cunt hole.
Staring, Sunny watched the flanged cockhead power its way
between the lips of her mother's pussy, saw the cuntlips stretch
to absorb it, saw the shaft begin to slide into the grip of the
scarlet mouth. The head vanished, and the cuntlips closed behind
it, riding smoothly down along the veined trunk of his prick,
moving moistly down until they came to rest around the thick base,
against the fleshy mounding above his dangling balls.
Judd Lorimer had his prick shoved all the way into her
mother's pussy.
Sunny held onto her mom's struggling wrists, but the power
was going out of them as Judd began to stroke, pulling back his
huge rod for another wet plunge into the velvet depths of a cunt
that hadn't been fucked in years.
"Oh!" Teresa panted. "Oh, how dare you! You can't! Damn
you, Judd Lorimer, you're raping me---oh!---raping me, you hairy,
disgusting brute. I---ooohh! You're so big---so long. Sunny,
Sunny! How, could you help him---ahhh!"
He thrust his dick into her cunt to the roots, drew back
until Sunny thought the knob of his prick was going to pop out of
the trembling pussy; then he pushed it deep once more, feeding the
hard, thick meat to her mother in long, steady strokes that had to
be reaching bottom.
"Stay with him, Mom," Sunny urged. "Grind your pussy on him.
Fuck him back. He has such a gorgeous prick, doesn't he? So hot
and stiff. Fuck him, Mother."
She let go of her mom's hands, and Teresa's arms came
uncertainly down, the hands fluttering for a moment, then settling
firmly upon Judd's shoulders, her long, thin fingers taking a grip
there. Teresa's eyes were closed, but her red lips hung open and
wet, and as Sunny watched, the rosy nipples of her mom's big,
round tits climbed straight up and turned hard. Her hips started
a slow, sensuous tick-tock swinging, and her back arched slightly,
so that her luxuriantly furred crotch rose to him, lifted to meet
his strokes.
Turning her head, Sunny smiled at Judd. "She's screwing you
back. She loves that big cock of yours, darling. It's all right
now, because Mom is fucking you and digging it."
"Like daughter, like mother," Judd said, pumping his rod
steadily into the squirming woman. "Let yourself go, Teresa.
Fuck hard or slow or mean or any way you want to, darling. You
have a marvelous tight cunt, so hot and slippery, soft as satin
and strong as silk. Fuck me, Teresa---keep grinding your ass and
hunching this hot pussy up to me."
"Uh!" her mother moaned, and Sunny felt out with one finger
to touch the erectile tip of one tit. "Uh-oh, Judd! Such a big
one---what a big, hard prick! It's filling me, stretching me---
Not so quick! Oh, I don't want to come so quick! I want to just
keep fucking---uh---UH---UH!"
Her mom's pelvis blurred in savage strokes as she slammed it
up to Judd's crotch. She wrapped her arms around Judd's neck and
pulled his face down so that she could thrust a quaking tongue
into his mouth. Teresa's pale white ass made violent circles as
she came.
So beautiful, Sunny thought, her hand cupped over one of her
mother's big, soft boobs, her hand caught between Judd's hairy
chest and the flattened jug; how lovely it was, seeing her mother
get fucked, watching her shudder when she came, and hearing that
little slosh---slosh liquidy noise as Judd continued to ram his
pole deep.
Teresa went limp, but her mouth remained fastened to his, and
Sunny got her hand out to slide it along her mother's flank and
feel the recoil of the flesh there as the man pounded his meat
home.
When Judd stiffened out and groaned into her mother's mouth,
Sunny reached around between the cheeks of his ass and took hold
of his balls to feel their flexing as they pumped up their load of
hot jazz.
* * *
In the morning, Sunny got to George behind the yard umbrella,
and he met her as if he hadn't fucked anything for a month. The
big dog was something else, always ready to screw, and she thought
that was about the best state of readiness there could ever be.
Sunny had a couple of things she wanted to try on George, but she
looked all around the yard and up at the second-story windows of
the houses before adjusting the umbrella to cut off a certain
section of the yard.
Then she dropped to hands and knees and played with the dog's
sheath, making the long, red prick slide out. Sunny didn't want
to tease him, but she had some experiments to perform before she
fucked him. Her mother was upstairs asleep, screwed out by Judd
Lorimer, her energy burned up after doing so long without a man's
cock. So Sunny and George should be safe enough from any prying
eyes.
Her mother had gone along okay with the fucking, the rape,
but Sunny wasn't at all certain what would happen if her mom
learned that she was fucking a dog. That might be another story,
and since things were swinging so well for them, Sunny didn't want
to mess anything up. But she wanted to check out the dog's
reactions to some ideas she had.
"Here, George," she whispered, playing with that hard shaft.
"That's right, good old George just keeping humping it out there.
Keep it moving in my hand. That's it."
The cock was slippery, all gleaming and slidy as she jacked
off the big dog, squeezing down on the rigid shaft and fingering
over the pointy knob that seemed to grow with each humping thrust
the dog made into the air---and into her caressing hand. Sunny
was interested in actually watching what happened when it went
off---to see if it exploded like a gun shooting, or if it squirted
like a hose, or what.
She continued to fondle the sliding prick, and the head of it
seemed to expand more and more, but only to her touch; she could
barely see any real change as George whined and hunched,
bewildered because he couldn't clamp his front legs around a warm
body. The dog was getting spoiled, she thought, using her other
hand to feet his swinging balls. But she didn't slow down her
massaging on his slippery prick.
Staring, she watched the knob suddenly swell to several times
its size, and when George whined deep in his hairy chest, she felt
that he was about to come. The dog stiffened out in a half-
crouch, and a great shiver passed through his body. Sunny watched
entranced as the head of his cock shook, vibrated, then spurted a
solid stream of jism.
It shot out to land between his forefeet, a big blob of gooey
stuff that glistened up at her. But George wasn't through, and
another lunge of his ass drove his prick forward in her hand to
spit another stream of sperm that fell somewhat short of the place
the first spurt landed.
That was the same juice that she had taken into her snatch,
that had hosed up her ass, feeling all hot and bubbly, making her
tingle and tickle from head to toe. Sunny let go of the dog's
balls and touched a fingertip into the puddle of sperm, nabbing
lightly, smearing the stuff around. It was thick and sticky, and
the texture of it thrilled her.
"George," she murmured, "can you go again so soon? Come on
and try it, George. I'm so hot I can't stand it any longer."
As she backed her ass into the dog's face, George lowered his
muzzle and began to lick hotly at her pussy, laving her asshole as
well with his big, long tongue. Sunny thought that she'd save her
other experiment until sometime later. She'd meant to go down on
George, to find out if that would be as exciting as eating Judd's
thick cock, to see if there was a difference in taste between the
dog's sperm and the man's cum.
But she'd gotten herself turned on too much, playing with
George's prick, jacking him off. So now she had to swing with
him, to reach an orgasm herself It felt good, the wetness of his
reaching tongue, and Sunny squirmed at the warm lapping, moving so
that he could reach all over the lips of her pussy. Once in a
while, the end of the tongue would penetrate her gash and she'd
wiggle joyfully at the sensation.
George got himself worked up then, and lifted to clamp his
paws around her waist while his stiff cock probed for an opening,
any hot opening that would take it. Sunny considered taking it up
the ass again, but changed her mind when George's knobby prick
poked into the hairs of her cunt.
Better to fuck the dog in the regular way, she thought, to
make him screw her long and strong in the pussy, so she could come
better. Grinding her ass, hiking it towards the searching cock,
Sunny dropped her upper body so that George could find her cunt
more easily. He got it stuck into the pussylips, whined once,
then shoved his dick powerfully right into her snatch without
another second of hesitation.
The dog's rigid prick pushed into her hole greasily, and
Sunny was glad she'd been hot and ready for it. Otherwise, the
shaft might have made her hurt, sliding into a dry cunt. George
didn't give a damn, once the head of his cock touched a wet hole;
he just plunged his rod on home, all the way to his balls.
Settling herself, Sunny rocked with the penetrating lunges of
the Great Dane's cock, seesawing back and forth with every long
thrust. George had a strong and steady rhythm, and pushed his
prick deep into her cunt with every stroke, hunching his back so
that his balls swung into Sunny's thighs.
Eyes closed, face turned upon her forearm, Sunny took the
hard cock, felt the soft joltings of it against her cervix and the
grinding of the shaft across her clit. His cock was groovy for
her, different from Judd's larger, heavier cock, strange because
George was a dog and was fucking her like she was a bitch dog. No
man would ever be able to quite screw her this way, she thought,
and wiggled happily upon the ramrodding prick.
George took longer because he had just come, and Sunny tried
holding off, making herself slow down so she wouldn't come too
soon. She luxuriated in the fucking, slid her ass up and down the
pistoning cock, but she couldn't keep the far-out sensations off.
They built within her hot pussy, grew more potent with each stroke
of the dog's prick, and she dug her fingers into the earth,
fighting the surges.
"Uhhh!" she grunted, and swung her ass furiously, grinding
her cunt around the dog's driving prick, not giving a damn about
anything but the hot, blazing excitement of being screwed.
Sunny came in a violent, boiling spasm that shook her entire
body. Her clit thrummed and her cunt muscles squeezed down upon
the moving, churning cock that was making her quake all over. Her
pussy rippled, let go, clamped again, and the flashes of juicy,
hot feelings radiated through her twat.
"Ohh!" she gasped as George continued to hammer his rigid
cock into her quaking cunt. "Uhhh! G-George, you horny bastard!
Ohhh! OOOHHH!!"
And the dog's prick drove hard into her hole as George
gripped her tightly with his forelegs. Her knees skidded on the
grass as the Great Dane pounded his heavy shaft more savagely into
her twat, and George was mixing growls with whines, deep in his
chest.
Then he let it go again---and Sunny almost sobbed with relief
as the torrent of sizzling dog juice splashed into her pussy, as
the dog's cum washed thick and hot throughout her wetly flexing
cunt.
George stiffened out above her, and the grip of his paws
relaxed. Gently, she crawled away from him, expertly sliding out
of the dog's cock, hesitating at the spread of its distended head,
then giving her cunt a deft twist that popped the knob out of her
pussylips. She felt the sticky residue that trailed after, to
turn her thighs slick.
Then she was gone from beneath him, feeling for her panties,
her chest heaving as her breath finally slowed. In her jeans
again, she sat up and reached back to pat the dog's broad head.
"You're a real fucker, George. Every time I get screwed by you, I
think I'm coming apart at the seams. It's good, George---it's
very good."
Next time, she thought, she'd suck him off, and get the dog's
reaction to that. No doubt he'd just plunge that stiff cock down
her throat with the same brutal, hammering speed. But maybe she
could control its penetration by moving her head, or slow him down
by chewing on his prick. It would be fun to try.
Sunny came from behind the lawn umbrella, leading the now
docile George by his choke-chain collar. Snapping the hook of his
leash into the collar, she tied him to the doghouse. George lay
down immediately and closed his eyes, muzzle on his paws.
Smiling down at her hairy lover, Sunny walked back into the
house, knowing the slippery feeling of cum oozing from her
pussylips and thinking of a hot shower. But she met her mother in
the kitchen, and realized they would have to have a talk.
Her mother made the first move. "Coffee, Sunny? Or a cold
drink?"
"Something cold, Mom. I was---goofing around outside and got
all sweaty. Do you feel okay?" Sunny sat at the table and
watched her mother move to the fridge, liking the grace of her
motions, the slimness of leg and the sexy jiggling of her ass.
Teresa Watson dropped ice in a glass and foamed Coke over it.
She had a glass of dark stuff herself, and Sunny figured it was a
mixed drink, that her mother was getting her nerve together with
it.
"Sunny," her mother said, after gulping from her glass, "I
want you to know that I---well, I thank you for doing what you did
last night, for bringing Judd Lorimer in to---do it to me. I was
very angry at first, and could have kicked you and Judd both, but
then---it's been a long time for me, without a man. There are
other ways a woman can gratify her sexual cravings, but I needed a
man's love."
"I'm glad," Sunny said. "When I saw you start to fuck Judd
back, then I knew I wasn't going to be in any big trouble for
helping him rape you. And I do want you to be happy, Mom. I
mean, when I found out how good it was, how wonderful Judd's prick
could make me feel, then I wanted you to have that same enjoyment,
too."
Her mother's face was red, and her voice fluttered a little
when she answered, "And I did enjoy it. You---it didn't embarrass
you, watching your mother take a man's---cock into her body like
that?"
Sunny drank some Coke. "Me? No way, Mom. I got a real kick
out of it. You're so beautiful, and when you got all hot, you
wiggled and squirmed so, fucking Judd like you never meant to let
him go. I was only sorry that I couldn't join you then, but I
knew that might shake you up too much."
Teresa's eyes widened. "J-Join us? You mean---make it a
threesome? I don't quite understand."
Shrugging, Sunny said, "I'm not all that sure, either. I
just figure it can be done okay. I like to touch you when you're
fucking him, and I like to play with him, too. It would be a lot
of fun, mixing us together."
Her mother poured another drink. "You amaze me, Sunny. So
young and yet somehow so knowledgeable. I---you take a wholly
different approach to sex, I see. And you've been screwing Judd?"
"And going down on him, and having him go down on me. Mom,
did he eat your pussy last night, after I left?"
The glass rattled against Teresa's teeth. "I---what a thing
to say, Sunny! I---look ..."
Grinning, Sunny pursued the subject. "Did you eat his cock?
If you did, I bet it was the first time you ever went down on a
man. I can't see you taking Daddy's prick into your mouth."
Teresa shook her head, drank thirstily from her glass. "Not
your father, and as for last night---Judd made me do it to him.
You know how strong and demanding he is."
"Yeah," Sunny giggled, "I know. He forced me to eat his cock
the first time, too. I thought I'd strangle on his cum, but I
didn't. Did you like it, too?"
Wordlessly, her mother nodded. "it was---very different.
I never thought I could possibly stomach any act of perversion
like that, but---since we're being honest with each other, I may
as well admit that it excited me tremendously. But I've been
upset ever since, a little frightened. What if Judd's wife and
children find out what he's been doing to us? I just can't ever
face Lenore Lorimer again."
"Sure you can, Mom. She doesn't have to know---not right
away, anyhow. And maybe Judd can keep up with both of us, but if
he can't---well, I might tell you that Betsy and I have been
playing around some. So I don't think it would be all that hard
to get Harry Lorimer in on the fun and games."
Teresa stared. "What do you mean, you and Betsy playing
around? Have you been doing anything perverted with another
girl?"
"Not really," Sunny said. "And what's 'perverted', anyhow?
I don't think it's weird when Judd eats my cunt, and I dig eating
his prick."
"But with another girl---"
"What's the difference---man, boy, girl? Or anything else,
for that matter." For a fleeting second, Sunny was tempted to
tell her mother about George, but she obviously wasn't ready for
such information.
Teresa shook her head and finished her drink, sitting limply
at the table. "I don't know anymore. Confused, that's what I am.
And maybe a little bit snockered. But not too much to remember
what you said about Harry Lorimer. He's a beautiful boy, and so
young. What makes you think he'd be interested in screwing a
woman old enough to be his mother? That is, if Judd can't keep up
with both of us, and his wife, too."
Sunny got up and went around the table to put her hands on
her mother's shoulders. "Any guy would be interested, Mom.
Especially when you stop hiding all that sexy, beautiful body and
start showing it off. Harry---I have an idea he'd screw anything,
anywhere, anytime. But we'll start him out light---like with me
and his sister."
Her mother leaned against Sunny's hands. "Now it's incest.
I'm getting more mixed up. I should be saying no, and trying to
do something about all this, but---"
Stroking her mom's neck, Sunny massaged the muscles gently.
"But you had so much fun last night that you don't want to let go
of it. And you're right. Your skin is so soft and lovely, and
when your hair is loose like this, it's like a golden waterfall.
I really dig touching you, Mom."
"I like it, too," Teresa admitted.
Sunny moved her hands down and around, and her fingers cupped
her mother's boobs. Teresa flinched, but didn't move away, and
Sunny pressed down tenderly upon the nipples, squeezed the big,
soft jugs themselves.
She knew then what she was going to do next.
Chapter 7
Her mother had two more drinks, so that when Sunny helped her
upstairs, Teresa was wobbly. She wasn't smashed, Sunny thought,
just completely relaxed and not giving a damn about morals or
perversions or anything like that.
Teresa was hanging loose, laughing a lot at silly things, and
if she was still mixed up about what was happening to her sex
life, she didn't show it. She clung to her daughter as they
mounted the steps, and Sunny hugged her mother back, a high, wild
excitement rising within her body. But she remembered that she
had to take a shower, that the dog's cum was still gunky in her
snatch and dried upon her thighs.
At the bathroom door, she stopped. "Mom---will you take a
shower with me?"
"Sure," Teresa said. "Anything you say, baby."
So they went in the bathroom together, stripping off their
clothing, giggling while they did so; Teresa was high on liquor
but Sunny was high on sex. Turning on the shower, Sunny climbed
in and gave her mother a hand, then slid the curtain closed.
She fondled her mother's tits, those big, soft boobies that
were so beautifully shaped, and with the water purling over them,
their texture was even smoother, the nipples high and hard. Sunny
said, "You have lovely tits, so round and high. I hope mine get
to look just like yours someday."
Her mother smiled wetly. "They will, darling. But your
boobies are beautiful just as they are---so nice and shapely, just
beginning to turn ripe."
Sunny took a deep breath when her mom's hands closed over her
tits, and for several long moments, they stood in the shower,
playing with each other's boobs. Then Sunny let go and reached
for the soap. "Just stand still, mom. Let me wash you all over."
"If you want to."
"Oh. I do-I do!" Sunny's hands were busy, and the soap
bubbles floated as she slid her frothing hands over her mom's
skin. She began with the shoulders, then moved down to the tits
with their cherry-pink nipples. Lingering there awhile, Sunny
trailed her fingers down over her mother's rib cage, then to the
planes of the smooth belly.
When she caressed the flaring of the slim hips, she heard her
mom suck air in sharply, and dropped one hand quickly to cup the
wet and dripping mound of the pussy. The honey-blonde hairs were
so thick and curly, soaked now by water, and Sunny turned them
slick by the soapsuds,
Moving her hand softly and tenderly between her mother's
sleek thighs, she caressed, washed, laved that lovely twat while
Teresa trembled like a slim willow caught in a storm wind. Sunny
leaned her face close and kissed a wet tit, licked at a wet nipple
and kept her fingers moving onto, and into, that sweet pussy.
"I can't stand it any longer," Sunny said huskily. Rinsing
her mother's body quickly, soaping and cleansing her own flesh
even more swiftly, she turned off the water and hopped out of the
tub enclosure to give her mom a hand.
"I have to dry off," Teresa said, her eyes a deep and burning
purple.
"Never mind," Sunny said.
The bath mat wasn't big enough, but the carpet absorbed the
droplets of water that slid off their bodies. And Sunny held her
mother in her arms to kiss her. Her mouth pressed down and her
tongue reached, and her mother's lips opened widely, gladly.
Their tongues met and raced over one another, hot and wet, and
their gasping breaths blended perfectly.
Sunny had never made love to a woman before, but she'd had
her cunt lapped before, so she had a pretty good idea how to go
about eating her mom's pussy. Breaking the terrific kiss, she
nibbled at her mother's nipples, licked over them, then sucked one
into her mouth.
"Oh! Oh, Sunny---my daughter---oh! You haven't done that
since you were a baby. Oh! It feels so good!"
And Sunny released the tit to work farther down the vibrant
body, lapping over the quaking flesh as her dog would, if he was
there. But George was tied outside, and Sunny was playing the
puppy dog, and her mother's wet skin was delicious.
Sunny's open mouth traveled down her mother's tummy, and her
tongue trailed a damp path behind, tasting it all. The belly
button dipped in there, and Sunny's tongue went exploring in it,
as her mom writhed and moaned. The heat reached out and up, and
suddenly Sunny's lips were brushing into the damply springy curls
of pussy hair, her nostrils flaring at the fragrance rising
delicately from the cuntlips themselves.
"Oh darling," Teresa groaned from somewhere far above Sunny's
head. "Oh no, you mustn't! Oh, please don't do that! It's not
right---no!"
But of course, Sunny went right on, rubbing her cheek into
that furry pussy mound, nuzzling into the soft dampness, and at
last, daring to flick out her tongue to seek the flavor of the
cuntlips. It was delicious, a flowerlike spice touched with musk
that made Sunny's entire being tingle.
She thrust her tongue boldly into the silken gash, pushing
into it to the wetter cavity beyond, tonguing into her mother's
pussy, her mother's snatch! It was far-out and freaky, and she
reached around to take the cheeks of Teresa's ass into both hands,
to plunge her mouth deeply into the hairily resilient cunt.
Her mom squirmed and surged, gasping and murmuring half-
words; hands dug into Sunny's hair, pushed down upon her head, and
her mom was fucking her in the face, bucking her crotch into
Sunny's eager mouth.
Sunny licked into the wiggling hole, lapped the way her dog
might, using a quick, wet tongue that seemed to grow hotter with
every passing second. Her mother's cuntlips pressed against her
teeth, and she nibbled at them. She ate into the soft, juicy
flesh, discovered the throbbing clitoris, and went after it with
lips and tongue, with the reaching of her teeth.
"Ahh, darling! Oh, how wonderful! Baby, baby! Oh, I just
can't stand any more! Oh, please---let me go---ahh
Sunny sucked on the clit, drew it between her teeth and shook
it tenderly, squirming when her mother squirmed, hunching when her
mother hunched, feeling a hot flood within her own cunt. Pulling,
siphoning, she let go from time to time to run her tongue over her
mom's clit, to race the tip around inside the lips of her juicy
pussy.
"S-Sunny! Oh, my baby! My little girl! Oh, 1'm going to
come, darling! Your mommy is COMING!"
Sunny growled into her cunt, drew hungrily upon it, sucked it
as if it was some ripe melon. Her fingernails dug into the cheeks
of Teresa's sleek ass, lifting it, shoving her mouth as deep as
she could get it, trying to bury her entire face into the sweetly
trembling cunt as her mother came.
Teresa swung her legs up, bent the knees, and clamped her
thighs around her daughter's head; her hands locked into Sunny's
hair, and it was as if she was attempting to make her avid pussy
devour the girl.
Contentedly, Sunny continued to lap into the hotly seeping
slit, curling her tongue and bringing back a deliciously slidy
moisture to her mouth, swallowing it and licking back for more.
She was drinking her mother's oils, sucking down her mom's cunt
juices, the slippery fluids that were meant to lubricate a man's
hard prick.
Slowly then, she lifted her dripping face, and slowly, she
began to retrace her path back up her mother's body. It had gone
limp now, the thighs dropped from her head, the belly heaving
slightly, erratically. Such smooth and flawless skin, Sunny
thought, nipping it here and licking it there. Her mom was really
a beautiful woman, rounded where she should be, and slim where it
counted.
The tits---comforting pillows with hard tips in their
centers, nice and giving; she pressed her face between them for a
long time. Then she kissed the base of her mother's throat and
the pulse throbbing there. The red mouth waited for her, the lips
parted damply, the tongue tip hiding just behind them.
They kissed, tongues meeting wetly as Sunny passed the
flavors of her mother's pussy to Teresa's mouth. Their teeth
raked gently, and the lips were avidly mobile as their breaths
mixed hotly.
They lay quietly then, Sunny atop her mother's supine body,
sliding her small tits over the big ones, placing her flat belly
upon her mother's more rounded tummy.
It was only natural for them to begin making fucking motions,
to grind their cunt mounds together, at first tenderly, then with
stronger movements. Sunny had to slide down, since her mom was so
much taller, but she got her cunt snugged tightly to the steaming
crotch and screwed it as she would fuck a man.
Not quite the same, of course; she thrilled at the rare
intimacy, and sometimes she tickled her clit against the nubby one
of her mother. It wasn't really like fucking a man, or the same
as screwing her big dog, either, but it was very good just the
same.
She wiggled sensuously, and held to her mother's tits as she
rotated her crotch into the darker-haired one beneath it. Wet
flashes of electricity joined their cunts, and for just a little
while, Sunny wished that she really had a prick growing between
her thighs, so that she could shove it all the way to the swollen
balls inside her mother's palpitating cunt.
"C-Coming, Mom! Oh, I'm coming!"
"Yes, dear," her mother crooned, and stroked her head as
Sunny bucked more heavily into her humid snatch. When the white-
hot lights went off like fireworks inside Sunny's pussy, her
mother petted her as if she were a small child.
lt was nice and comforting; it was juvenile and somehow very
much grown---up. Sighing, Sunny edged to one side and dropped
from her mother's body, to turn over limply and throw an arm
across her eyes.
She was floating, relaxed and drifting as she had done the
first time Judd Lorimer fucked her, when he took her cherry and
taught her what it was like to come. No, Sunny thought; Judd had
been the first man to shove a prick into her cunt, but a prick had
been there before---George's super-hard tool.
Eyes closed, her heart and her breath slowing by degrees,
Sunny flashed back to the swinging action between Betsy Lorimer
and the dog. She wondered what her mother would do, how she would
react, if George approached her with his long, red cock hanging
out. Her mom would probably scream, and when she got herself
together, would say that things had gone altogether too far.
George might even get shipped off to the pound.
"Darling," her mother's voice was soft. "Are you tired out
and falling asleep?"
"Not really," Sunny answered. "Just resting a minute, that's
all. That was far---out, Mom."
"it was marvelous," Teresa agreed. "It was so utterly
different that oh, I'll never be able to put what happened into
words, so I won't try. I'll just say I love you, Sunny---much
more now than I could ever have believed possible."
Turning, Sunny put an arm across the warmly naked body of her
mother. "I know what you mean, Mom. It makes us a whole lot
closer, not only loving, but being in love."
"Yes," Teresa said, "I think that's it."
A hand cupped Sunny's tit; another hand strayed down to feel
the shaping of one of her asscheeks. Her mother asked, "Do you
want me to do that to you, now? I may be somewhat clumsy at
first, but I'm sure I'll get the hang of it pretty quick."
"If you really want to," Sunny said.
"I do, Sunny. I want to make you feel as good as you made me
feel. If you're not too tired."
Sunny smiled into her mother's intent eyes. "No way, Mom. I
think I could go all day and all night, too. Maybe I'll find out
before too much longer."
She relaxed at the touch of her mother's mouth, allowed her
tongue to be passive as the other searched aggressively over it.
The kiss was prolonged and deep, and Sunny thought that it was
good to lie quietly for a change, to have things done to her.
It was a freaky sensation, having her mother's mouth on her
tit, feeling those familiar teeth upon her nipple, and Sunny
lifted to it, arching her back and shivering. Her mom moved to
the other nipple, giving it equal tune and hot attention, licking
over the tip, pushing it down with her tongue, rolling it in her
teeth.
As Sunny wiggled and petted her mother's honey-blonde hair,
Teresa's mouth angled softly down the middle of Sunny's chest,
licking torridly down to the flat belly. She did the same thing
Sunny had, darted her tongue into the navel and held it there,
making guns fire inside Sunny's pussy.
"Oh Mom---Mother, darling. That's nice. That's crazy. Lick
me some more, Mom. Tickle your tongue right on down into my pussy
hairs. Oh, that's it! That's it!"
The hot tongue turned her on, made her shake her ass and
rotate her crotch. Her mother's hands were palming the cheeks of
her butt, taking a grip on them, and Sunny couldn't reach her
mom's head without bending up, so she let go and dropped the upper
part of her body back on the floor. Her head was on the bath mat,
and she stared into the faintly pink reflection of the bathtub
close by.
Teresa's mouth burrowed thirstily into the lips of her cunt,
and Sunny gasped with the blazing shock, but forced herself to lie
reasonably still, made herself not participate violently in the
growing intensity of the sensations. She was being passive,
having it done to her, not doing it back.
And that was great for a while. Her mom murmured sweet
things into the steamy slit, then shoved her tongue right on
inside, feeling around Sunny's cunt with it, rubbing her mouth up
and down the slippery cleft, so that her teeth scraped lightly
over and across the throbbing pussylips.
Her mother didn't need instructions, but Sunny gave them
anyway: "Oooh, Mom! Yes, run your tongue up and down, and bite my
cuntlips a little. Ah! Yes, that's the way. Kind of chew on my
pussy, and suck it. Suck my pussy, Mom! Eat it, eat my cunt and
love it and suck it until you make---me---go---crazy!"
Teresa's mouth was ravenous, gnawing into Sunny's flexing
pussy, sucking her guts out, pulling and teasing and making the
hot tickles run up and down her daughter's spine. She couldn't
hold still any longer, and her crotch seemed to lunge of its own
free will, making a corkscrewing movement against her mom's
gulping mouth.
Then she was fucking her mother's face, screwing her head,
putting the shuddering lips of her pussy hard against the teeth
and taking the tongue as if it was a man's hard prick, riding it
and bucking her cunt. Lifting, moaning, she reached down for the
lovely blonde hair and wove her fingers into its soft tresses.
"M-Mom! Oh, damn it! Yes, darling---eat me like that. Suck
me until I come. Make my clit do tricks! Ah, yes! YES! Mom---
Mom---Mother! Damn it! Ahh! I'm coming! Can you hear me? Eat
my pussy,
Mom! You're making me come! CWMMEEE!!"
Sunny let it go, released the powerful swirling of feeling
that was threatening to tear her clit loose from its roots. She
came in a crazy patchwork of emotions, with sparkles of scorching
lights, in a wiggling, shaking, humping series of slams that made
her mother's head bounce.
It was a wonderful orgasm, and Sunny clenched her teeth upon
its rapture, tried to hold forever to the lightning strikes of its
bliss, only to shatter her soul and wheel drifting away into a
warmly gathering darkness.
She came, and it was magic. Her mother ate softly into her
trembling pussy, and it was the most magic thing of all.
Chapter 8
Her mother was asleep upstairs, so Sunny made herself a
couple of sandwiches, and destroyed one rapidly. She carried the
other one outside and alternated between bites into the salami and
cheese with swallows from a can of Coke.
Beside his doghouse, George lifted one lazy eye at her, but
she only grinned at him and passed on into the other yard.
Rapping at the kitchen door, she chewed with contentment and
washed it all down with the last of her cold drink. Betsy came to
the door and stood looking at her.
"Hi, Betsy. Who else is home?"
"Just about everybody. Mom is across town again, but Dad is
napping. That leaves me and Harry downstairs. What---what did
you have in mind?"
"Harry," Sunny said. "Which one of us is going to screw him
first?"
Betsy looked over her shoulder. "Shh! Not so loud, Sunny.
He might hear you. I---I don't know about this. I mean, it's one
thing with Daddy, and another with my brother."
Sunny moved past the other girl and stood in the kitchen.
"Yeah, it'll be different. A different prick, that's what. Look,
if you want to keep fucking your daddy, you have to get your
brother into this. Like I got my mom."
"What? Your mom? How---the dog?"
"No, and don't mention George to her. I think that's one
thing that'll shake her up good. Your daddy screwed her for me."
Betsy blinked, then grinned. "For himself, too, I'll bet.
My father is the horniest guy in the world."
"Let's hope your brother runs him a close second," Sunny
said. "But first, I have to tell you about Mom and me." And
Sunny went into the details of how she had made love with her
mother, had eaten pussy and been eaten herself. As she talked,
she watched Betsy's face and saw the avid interest there. Betsy
had evidently never had her tender cunt eaten, not even by her
father, as yet. And certainly she hadn't learned what it could be
like with another woman. That was a crazy kind of fun all its
own.
"Okay," Sunny said when she finished the story. "How about
Harry?"
"Maybe you'd better get to him first," Betsy said. "I mean,
he'll be a lot easier for you. I saw him playing with his cock in
the bathroom this morning, so I know he has the hots. Just go on
into the living room and make him, and I'll wait out here until
you're going good."
Sunny patted the other girl's arm. "Why not? Look out,
Harry. Here I come---and here you come, too." She heard Betsy's
giggle follow her into the other room where the boy lay half-
sprawled upon the long couch.
Harry looked a lot like his sister, but in a bony, masculine
way. His eyes were the same deep-brown, and his skin the same
rose-olive, but his hair was jet-black, where Betsy's was a rich
chocolate-brown. He was slim and lean, and looked up at her
without much interest.
"Oh, hi, Sunny. If you're looking for Betsy, the kid is
around back somewhere."
She sat down beside him, her hip nudging his thigh. "I'm
looking for you. Tell me, Harry---can you get a hard-on after you
jack off?"
He bounced erect, his face going red and his eyes round.
"What the hell! Look, what do you ..."
"You jacked off this morning," Sunny said. "I just want to
know if you can get your prick hard again so soon. I know some
men can."
"Y-You---" he sputtered. "You're just a kid, for chrissakes,
and you come around here talking dirty like that. I---you---"
Sunny shoved her hip closer, rubbed it against his leg. "I
guess I already know the answer to my question, Harry. Even
though you're all up-tight, I can see your cock swelling in your
pants. You must be a real horny guy."
Speechless, he just stated at her until she put one small
hand upon his thigh. Then he grunted and frowned and tried to
look stern. "Sunny Watson, you're putting me on, and I'll bet my
bitchy sister had something to do with it. Now you'd better run
on home before somebody hears you talking dirty."
"Listen to the big man," she said, sliding her hand into his
crotch where the swelling was. Harry leaped like a startled buck,
but the pressure of her hand on his cock held him down. "You're
sixteen," she went on, "and I'm only thirteen, but you know
something.? I can fuck you into a melted puddle."
"You don't know what the hell you're talking about. Look, if
you don't---I mean, my dad's upstairs and my sister is close by---
"
Sunny squeezed his prick, noting with satisfaction that it
was almost as big as his father's, and maybe even harder. She
said: "We can hear anybody on the stairs, and if we get behind the
couch, nobody can see us. Betsy's gone down the street. I saw
her. Come on, big man. Do you want to fuck me, or would you
rather go back to the toilet and jack off.?"
Harry's face turned redder, and his brown eyes caught fire,
bunting into hers. "If you're some kind of little prick-teaser---
"
"Try me," she said, and let go of his prick to get herself up
and swing behind the couch. Down on the carpet, she stripped off
her jeans and blouse, and when he came around to stare down at her
naked body, Sunny rolled her belly suggestively and held up her
arms to the boy.
Gulping, he climbed awkwardly from his own jeans and
struggled with his Jockey shorts, his long, thick prick poking out
and getting tangled in the material. Her second man lover, she
thought; her third prick to know, but only her second human. It
would be nice to have another lover, to know how this attractive
boy acted when he fucked her. And once she got him hooked on her
pussy, she could change him over to his sister, and from Betsy, on
to Teresa Watson, her mother.
Harry had some good pussy coming, and she hoped he was good
enough to deserve it all.
He was whispering, his voice thin and taut: "Damn---I never
figured you to be so beautiful, Sunny. You really are."
Harry kneeled between her outstretched feet and ran his hands
up the calves of her legs to fondle her knees; slowly, they moved
up and across her thighs as Harry inched nearer, his courage
growing. He touched her pussy, turned his hand so he could palm
her entire feverish cunt mound. "What a crazy little cunt," he
said.
She rolled her box into his hand, grinding her crotch and
using fingertips to bounce her tits up at him. She saw how he was
shaking, and wondered if he had ever had a piece of ass before, or
if he spent all his time masturbating. But his prick was lovely,
so hard and pulsing, and when he let go of her pussy to take his
rod in one hand, she hiked her crotch to make it easier for him to
aim his dick into her cunt hole.
His cockhead touched her pussy hair, pushed down and stopped
vibrantly upon her pussylips. She loved the feel of his prick,
all spongy and resilient, yet containing that hard core of male
power. With a now-practiced twist of her hips, she wrapped her
cuntlips around the head of his stiff young prick, and with
another lunge, made him stuff his dick full length into the wet,
hot grip of her snatch.
"There!" she panted, moving her hands around his neck and
drawing his face down to hers as his prick thrust strongly into
her pussy. "There, Harry. You've got it in me. It's shoved home
to the root, because I can feel your balls in the crack of my ass.
And it's wonderful, wonderful!"
"S-Sunny," he gasped. "Oh, wow---Sunny! Your cunt is so
tight and so hot---"
Then her mouth reached up to his, and her tongue pushed
demandingly into his lips, effectiveIy silencing his words. His
tongue shivered against hers, and she felt the taking of his
teeth, the hot gushing of his breath. He began to fuck her, to
pump his rigid shaft deep into her clinging pussy, then backing it
out so that she almost lost the flared head, only to stab it to
the hilt once more. Whether Harry had ever screwed a girl or not,
he was doing a good job now.
Sunny wiggled on the plunging cock, used her new-found
knowledge to suck in his prickhead, to clamp down upon it,
massaging his dick with the muscles of her cunt. Her clit
shuddered at every stroke, and she ground her ass delightedly
while Harry churned the meat to her.
He tore his mouth free of hers, groaning in ecstasy as she
rode his cock, as her hand slid down his back to take the cheeks
of his ass. She dug in her fingernails and helped him pound his
rod home, and in turn, Harry tightened his arms around her slim
waist as she heaved and whirled her pussy around on his shaft.
"Sunny! I'm coming! I'M COMING!"
In a frenzy then, she slammed her cunt to him, rocked and
bucked her crotch to catch up with the orgasm threatening to break
within her lover. Latching her legs around him as far as she
could reach, Sunny hunched her pussy with desperate speed.
But she didn't quite catch him. The knob of Harry's prick
slowed in its stroking, swelled and flexed. Then it thundered
forth with a geyser of hot jazz, with a roaring stream of boiling
cum that flooded her entire cunt from wall to wall. The cum
continued to spurt from the head of his cock, although in ever-
diminishing jets.
Then her own climax came to a convulsive cresting, and
she hammered her heels into the cheeks of Harry's ass. Her nails
dug into his spine and she writhed madly upon the impalement of
his cock. She felt the juices squishing out, the dripping of his
cum intermingled with her lubrications, as it flowed around his
imbedded prick and down the crack of her ass. Sticky and
steaming, it passed over the compressed ring of her asshole and
puddled upon the carpet.
Dropping back, her legs and arms sliding from around his
sweating body, Sunny sighed in completion. Hot waves of rapture
kept rolling within her well-filled pussy, but they were no longer
the sharp-edged slashings of her coming. Milder now, they
thrilled her cunt and kept her clitoris thrumming, and she didn't
want Harry to take his hard prick out of her snatch.
But he did so, backing his rod from the grasp of her pussy
and spilling yet more gooey sperm across the blonde hairs of her
twat. Above her he said, "Come on, Sunny. My sister might be in
here any minute. We have to put on our clothes and get straight."
Sunny sat up, but didn't make a move towards her clothes.
"Your sister has been watching us, Harry. She knew I was going to
fuck you."
His face changed. "W-What? Betsy---"
"Still," Sunny commented, "I suppose we have to get dressed
for now. You won't be able to screw again for at least a few
minutes. And maybe we'd do better out in the backyard, or down in
the basement."
Harry said, "I don't believe it---about Betsy watching us."
He was scrabbling for his pants, hurrying into them. Zipping and
wiggling his hips.
Sunny said, "Tell him, Betsy."
And Betsy said from where they couldn't see her: "I saw it
all, Harry---for as long as it lasted."
The boy went red, and got tangled into his T-shirt, trying to
get it on. Languidly, Sunny reached for her own clothes. "Told
you, lover."
"But damnit---I---Dad's upstairs, so close, and---"
Not yet, Sunny thought; she wouldn't tell him about his
father yet. The shock might run Harry up a wall, especially when
he discovered that his dad was fucking his sister---and,
incidentally, little Sunny Watson. But Harry would adjust when
the time came, which would be soon enough. He was, as Betsy had
described her brother, a horny kid; he wouldn't want to miss out
on any of the great ticking planned for him.
When they came from behind the couch, she saw Betsy grinning
at them from the kitchen archway. Harry said roughly: "Come on.
Let's get the hell out of the house before the old man comes
downstairs."
There was a place in the Lorimer yard that was secluded,
behind a screening of rose bushes and the corner of a high hedge.
They went there, sitting on the manicured lawn and not looking at
each other until Sunny said, "This is silly. Harry and I fucked,
and Betsy saw it all. So what?"
"So it was a freaky thing to do," Harry said. "Dad could
have come down any second, and as for you, Betsy---are you some
kind of freak?"
"No more than you," she said defensively. "I knew about it
ahead of time, dummy. Sure, I watched. I've seen your cock
before, you know."
Sunny said, "Let's not fight. We have a good thing going
here. Harry, your sister and I talked it over before I screwed
you, because we wanted you brought in on---things around here."
He stared at her. "What kind of things?"
"Well," she said, "sexy things that Betsy and I are into.
And other people we'll tell you about later. Did you know that
your sister wants you to fuck her, too?"
Harry flinched visibly. "Hey, look---that's kind of a heavy
trip! I mean---"
"Show him, Betsy," Sunny suggested. "He's kind of slow,
really."
Betsy Lorimer took off her bandanna blouse,
and her fine young tits caught the sun, their hard nipples
standing out like ripe olives. "You've been eyeing my boobs for
years, Harry. Take a good look. Do you like them?"
Her brother whistled softly. "Yeah, but look---just because
I think you're a foxy chick, that doesn't mean I really thought
about screwing my own sister."
Betsy lifted her trim ass and slid out of her cutoffs. "You
scared to? I'm not."
"Hey," he said. "Dad might come out. I mean---look, not
right here---"
Betsy slid close to her brother and put her hand on his
crotch. "You've got half a hard-on already. Let's get it up all
the way and fuck, the way both of us have wanted to for a lot of
years."
Weakly, he protested, "But Dad---"
Sunny said, "Much as I hate to miss this, I'll go take care
of your father. I'll get him out of the house the front way, and
take him over to my house."
"Thanks, Sunny," the other girl said. "I'll bring Harry over
sometime later---after I tell him some things."
"See you then," Sunny said, and stood up. "Have a real good
fuck, you two."
They were holding to each other when she left them to go into
the house, and as she climbed the stairs to Judd Lorimer's room,
she imagined that the brother and sister were already screwing.
Chapter 9
Judd said, "I had to get you out of my house, you hot-assed
little bitch. My wife is due home at any time, and you'd have
fucked things up royally if she'd come upstairs and caught us in
my bedroom together."
Sunny opened the front door of her own house and motioned him
inside. "What'll she say about you being over here?"
He followed her. "Oh, I can alibi this---like you needed a
washing machine fixed, right? But what did you have to tell me
that was so important it couldn't wait any longer? Besides that
you're horny, that is."
She turned to him and held up her mouth for a kiss, pressing
her body against him as best she could, standing on tippytoe. "Of
course, I'm horny. I always am. But I wanted to tell you that
your cock is bigger than your son's. I just fucked Harry behind
the couch in your living room."
He drew back and blinked down at her. "You screwed my son?
Harry must have been surprised as hell. I've been worried about
that boy, hanging around the house all the time."
"You don't have to worry about him. Once he gets started,
he's a good fuck. He's proving that right now to his sister. And
before you get all wild-eyed, that's no more incest than you
screwing your own daughter, and he certainly isn't going to take
her away from you. We're just spreading the fucking around,
bringing in more people so less of them can bug us."
Judd shook his head. "I'm not jealous of my own kids. I
just wonder why they weren't fucking each other before now. And
since you and Betsy and your mother, it's getting rough for me to
keep up"
"And your wife?" Sunny asked.
He shrugged. "It's only once in a long while that I screw
Lenore. Not that she isn't a good lay, but we just don't make it
often these days. I don't think she has a lover on the side,
either."
"She's the only one left out in the cold," Sunny said, "but
it'll be kind of difficult to bring her into the magic circle by
using you---or Harry. Not right at first, with Harry. I just
don't know how we're going to manage your wife, Judd. If I had a
father, or a horny brother---"
Judd moved with her to the foot of the stairs and looked up.
"You've got a passionate mother, and I'm glad for that."
"We'll think of something," Sunny said. "Maybe your wife
would like me, or my mom."
Judd lifted an eyebrow at her. "You've gone into that with
your mother? A little circumspect pussy-eating?"
"Some great pussy-eating," Sunny corrected. "And right now,
I thought the three of us could swing---you and me and Mom, really
swing this time."
He reached down and patted her small ass. "Let's get with
it, baby. I never fucked a mother and daughter together."
Upstairs, Teresa Watson rolled over when she heard the door
open, and the smile she gave them was tremulous, full of hope and
understanding. "Sunny, Judd---how nice."
She looked like honey ice cream, Sunny thought---all golds
and creamy highlights, her flawless skin set off by the daffodil-
yellow shortie gown she wore. A faint pink stained her cheeks,
and those purple eyes were very soft with anticipation. Sunny
went to her mother and gathered her close, feeling the big, soft
mounds of her tits crushing against her own jugs, boobie to
boobie. She couldn't resist kissing the ripe mouth with its
slightly parted lips, but Sunny only used a flicking tongue before
pulling back. She didn't want to get deeply involved just yet,
not with Judd in the wings.
She said: "Mom, Judd and I came to make love with you. Both
of us."
Smiling, Teresa said, "How marvelous. I was getting lonely."
And Judd said, "A woman so lovely should never be lonely,
Teresa."
His cock was as strong as ever, Sunny saw, watching him step
out of his pants. That huge, meaty shaft was shiny at the tip, in
ardent anticipation of things to come. The big balls hung below
the root, furry and swollen so that they were only slightly
wrinkled. The sight of his nuts had a hypnotic effect upon Sunny,
and she stared raptly at them as Judd climbed onto the bed with
them.
"Sunny, lie down beside your mother and help her take off
that nightie."
Beginning to tremble a little, Sunny did as commanded, her
snatch starting to heat up again, and she realized that it still
contained most of that tremendous load of jazz Harry had pumped
into it. Now his father would fuck it, too. Would he be able to
tell? Her cunt would be juicier, more slippery more than usual.
Maybe she would remind Judd, she thought, but not until he was
stroking that huge cock into her pussy.
She lifted the filmy nightgown from her mother's arms, and
couldn't resist planting a wet kiss upon the nipple nearest her.
Holding her mom by the hand, she lay back, waiting for Judd's next
instructions.
He said, "I'm going to fuck both of you---put it to Teresa
first, and screw her for a while, then pull out my prick and stick
it into Sunny's little cunt. Mother and daughter alike---both of
you riding my cock. I don't know which one of you I'll come in,
because I'll be moving back and forth, holding off for as long as
I can."
"Which may not be long," Sunny murmured, squeezing her
mother's hand.
Judd played with them both, feeling over their legs and
cuddling their snatches in his hands. He slipped a finger into
each of their torrid cunts and worked back and forth, tickling
them until they were both wriggling. "Sweet cunts," he said,
"both hot for me, both greasy for the fucking. One of them is a
little tighter than the other, but not all that much. Juicy
pussies, passionate and eager, hungry for this big prick. Okay,
girls, here it comes."
Sunny's thigh quivered beside her mother's, touching the
satiny skin. Turning her head to the left, she watched Judd guide
the rosy head of his immense cock into the curly, rich hairs of
her mother's cunt. She saw the hairs caress the bulb for a
moment, then saw the knob disappear into the scarlet gash that
opened to take it inside.
The rod followed smoothly, its twisted veins plunging into
the hot depths of Teresa's cunt, the trunk sliding from sight
until the distended balls were in the cleft of her ass. Teresa
hiked her knees then, and her fingers closed almost brutally upon
her daughter's hand, while Sunny squirmed in sympathy, vicariously
feeling that prick in her mom's pussy.
Judd's strong fingers spread upon her mother's white thighs,
and he thrust powerfully into her upraised cunt, pulling back so
that Sunny could see the slick stuff on his rod, burying it to the
roots with another stroke. The bed shook beneath them, and Teresa
Watson rolled her belly as she took his meat; the breath hissed
from her clenched teeth, and she pounded softly upon the mattress
with her free hand, her head thrown back and her eyes closed in
ecstasy.
Then Judd pulled his cock all the way out of her hole, making
a gulping wet sound as he did so. Sunny stared in fascination as
the hairy man moved on his knees to loom over her. She knew that
her mother hadn't come, and faintly resented Judd for that.
Then she knew only the raw thrill of his cock, all greasy and
red from being inside her mother's cunt. It approached her
crotch, and Sunny hiked to meet it, feeling out with one hand,
getting to briefly cup the swinging bails before Judd set the
blunt end of his pack into her pussylips.
"Fuck me, darling," she breathed. "Let me feel your prick
just the way my mom did. Stick that gorgeous cock up my pussy and
work it in and out. Oh, Judd---you beautiful, hard-cocked man!"
Judd complied, feeding the hot and pulsing dong into the
clinging tissues of her eager cunt. Her pussy closed on him like
wet, hot satin, and she clamped down on her mother's fingers,
signaling the other woman that their mutually adored cock was
sinking home inside her twat.
"Sunny, darling," her mother said, "isn't it tremendous? So
thrilling, so lovely."
"Y-Yeah," Sunny answered, wiggling on the moving shaft,
rolling her ass and grinding her crotch into his shaggy one at
every thrust. "We'll fuck him, Mom. We'll really fuck him!"
And she pulled her mother's hand over to cup it on a tit,
turned her face to the side so that her mother could lean close to
kiss her. Her hot tongue bored into her mom's avid mouth, and
their tongues battled for a breathless moment, their teeth
clashing. Judd continued to burrow his cock into Sunny's cunt,
his pace slow and unhurried, his prick sliding deep.
It was great, tonguing her mother while Judd pumped his pole
in her snatch, freaky to feel her mother's fingers caressing a tit
and rolling the nipple. Sunny wanted to do it all at one time---
fuck and be fucked, eat a pussy and have her own gobbled. And of
course she also wanted to take the head of the man's big prick in
her mouth, to suck it until he blew hot jism down her throat.
He was gone. Suddenly and without warning, Judd's cock was
gone from the tender trap of her adoring pussy, and Sunny's eyes
flew wide in angry shock. She reached out for him, but Judd had
moved back between her mother's legs and was already pushing his
glistening prick into Teresa's welcoming cunt.
"Oooh, darling!" her mother cried, hoarse with passion.
"Judd, my lover---what a wonderful prick, and it's so greasy now.
Feed it to me, Judd. Oh, fuck me hard, hard!"
He stroked his dick into Teresa's cunt, and Sunny sat up so
she could see better. Both her mother's hands were on his hips,
riding them back and forth as he screwed, and Sunny got her
fingertips between their heaving bellies to stroke her mother's
pussy with every driving thrust Judd made into it, to fondle the
toot of his prick at the same time.
"C-Coming!" Teresa Watson cried out. "Oooh, I can't stand
it! I'M COMING!"
The white thighs vibrated and the big, soft tits surged up;
her mother's belly fluctuated madly and the honeyed hair of her
cunt brushed at the thick root of Judo' s cock.
To the instant, to the pinwheeling fragment of maddened time,
Sunny knew when her mother came, and felt the answering shudder of
Judd's prick. Savagely then, she pulled back on the shaft of his
tool, shoved her hand violently against his lower belly and made
his prick snap out of the still squirming pussy below it. The
head was flexing, and cum jetted forth like a fire hose, splashing
all over the lips of her mother's hot pussy, wetting the curly
hairs with creamy drops.
Dragging him over to her by the squirting cock, Sunny crammed
the slippery prickhead into her aching pussy, humping up to it
until she had sucked his dick deeply into her snatch. She caught
the cheeks of his ass in both hands, digging her fingertips into
the crack, pushing down against his asshole.
And she fucked him swiftly, driving her belly against his
with wetly resounding slaps, swinging her ass from side to side to
force the plunging cock over the sensitivity of her clitoris. His
prick leaked jazz with every thrust, and Sunny reveled in the
liquid sliding, luxuriated in the greasy penetrations, for Judd's
dong was still big and hard.
Wildly, she corkscrewed her pussy over his rod, and she
slammed her crotch into his, forcing his cock as deep as she could
possibly take it, feeling the knob bump against her womb. Her
orgasm rose swiftly, foaming inside her quivering hole,
skyrocketing through her belly and exploding at the same time in
her ass, at the nipples of her tits. Even her belly button
danced.
She screamed out something, and pounded her cunt on his shaft
a few more times, squeezing the last faint flashes of rapture from
her climax. Eyes closed, teeth clenched, she panted for breath,
and the sweat from his hairy chest ran down to wet the valley
between her tits.
"You're a savage little bitch," Judd told her.
"Punish me," she said. "Fuck me to death, or make me eat
your prick. You can go down on my mother at the same time."
"While she does you? It's an idea, baby. But I'd rather
work back and forth---or maybe while we're all resting a bit, both
of you can eat me."
Sunny didn't argue with him; it wasn't a thing to do when
Judd had ideas about fucking, for he would simply overpower them
both, if they dared to disagree. When he turned over onto his
back with his big cock standing up, she kissed his mouth, then his
throat, and when she had worked down to one of his nipples, she
looked across his hairy chest and met her mother's eyes; Teresa
was doing the same thing, matching her daughter, move for sensual
move.
They brushed cheeks when they were nibbling down his belly,
and after Sunny laved his navel with her tongue, she lifted it out
and moved it directly into her mother's mouth. Sliding their tits
over his hips, they fondled with their hands, with their eagerly
seeking lips, with the soft hotness of their tongues.
Sunny licked around the base of his thick cock, and so did
her mother. Teresa cupped the man's balls while Sunny ran her
palm back and forth across his crotch. The girl lapped up one
side of his prick, and her mother followed on the other side.
"That's the way, you cocksucking bitches," Judd said. "Lick
me, kiss me, then suck me. Eat my prick."
"Ummm," Sunny answered, moving her tongue up to run it
teasing around the ridge of his cockhead.
"Yes, dear," her mother said, and also licked over his knob.
They were gently busy, their tongues meeting from time to
time over and around his bulb, licking him into a state of
vibrancy. When their faces turned together, Sunny kissed her mom,
or brushed her tongue tip. It was a far-out scene, she thought;
they were sharing in a way that few women could, dividing this man
between them, loving him with their tongues and loving each other
the same way.
His hands found their heads and stroked them as they worked
on his cock. Sunny was the first to take the cockhead between her
lips, to nip it gently and shove the end of her tongue into its
little slit. But she relinquished it gladly to her mom, licking
down the shaft while Teresa sucked delicately upon the cockhead.
Judd started to shift from side to side, the cheeks of his
muscular ass flexing, and Teresa let go of his knob so that Sunny
could take it over again. But Sunny held her mother close, and
soon they were lapping the prickhead between them, holding onto
his shaft, his balls, and gobbling voraciously at his bulb.
"Oh, shit! Oh, you bitches! You're eating my cock to
pieces! Oh, yes! Yeah! Chew it, you cunts! Suck my prick!
Ahh, baby---baby!"
His cum burst between them, showering up into both their open
mouths, spraying duck and hot against their lips and over their
teeth. Sunny licked at her share, drew it into her mouth and down
her pulsing throat, hungry for the musky strength of the sperm.
Tongue to tongue, both women lapped and sucked, pulling in
the delicious jazz, suctioning it from the dripping head of his
prick. Sunny wiped a hand at her cheek, discovered some drops
there and smeared them over her flushed skin. Sticky and foaming,
the sperm was everywhere---in their hair, over their chins; they
cleaned it carefully, using their quick, red tongues to chase down
each hidden gem of the stuff.
Judd was limp beneath them, not moving as their hard-nippled
tits dragged back and forth across his crotch. Finished at last,
Sunny gave her mother's sticky mouth a lingering kiss and sat up
to look at their drained lover. His eyes were closed and his
chest was heaving. Judd had loosed two magnificent loads of jism
within a matter of a few hectic minutes, but now he was through,
and for some time Sunny could see.
Then she remembered Harry Lorimer, and was glad she and his
sister had fucked him. It would be more fun, with another male---
and another female.
Chapter 10
Sunny had to he on her back and slide all the way down his
belly, and take a grip on both his hind leg. That way, she could
position herself to take the dog's cock in her mouth, while at the
same time, she left her lower body free for Betsy Lorimer to play
with.
Before licking George's sheath, she said to the other girl:
"It's okay, Betsy. Really. I mean, if George starts to hurt me,
I'll bite his cock and make him quit. And if you want to find out
how to eat a girl's pussy, now is the time."
"I-I guess so," Betsy said. "It was terrific when you did it
to me. But this dog---"
"I'll take care of George," Sunny said. "He's my pet."
Peering around and down at her, the Great Dane's eyes looked
puzzled, as if he were trying to understand this new position.
But George seemed to know very well that something juicy was going
to happen to him; the shiny red head of his pointed cock cased
from its protective sheath and the dog humped gently.
"Good old George," Sunny breathed, tickling the heavy balls
with her fingers. "Always ready to fuck. I'm about to do
something nice for you, George. I'm going to suck you off."
She touched her tongue to the slippery cockhead, and the dog
shuddered. Stretching her lips, she put them around the end of
the extra-hard prick, and the dong slid out of hiding and into her
mouth with one quick thrust. The taste was different, she
thought, not really as strong as a man's prick.
All she had to do was run her tongue around that funny-shaped
head a few times, and George started to hunch into her mouth. She
played with his pistoning cock then, licking it and nipping it as
it moved back and forth. She sucked on the thrusting shaft, and
George speeded up his fucking, making that mixed growling and
whining noise deep in his powerful chest. His balls swung in a
short arc, and she held onto this back legs, so he couldn't slam
his cock too deeply into her throat.
Then she felt the tentative probings of the other girl's
mouth, hot upon her pussy, the warm breath tickling across her
inner thighs and into her cunt hairs. The tongue was swift, a
darting thing that seemed not to want to stay---until it had a
taste of the juices gathering like heavy dew on Sunny's pussylips.
Then Betsy shoved deep, and Sunny wiggled her cunt blissfully upon
the tender impalement of her friend's ticking tongue.
It was a crazy sensation, to suck and be sucked at the same
moment, and she made the most of the feeling, humping her cunt up
to Betsy's lips, pulling hungrily on the dog's seesawing prick.
George fed it to her as if her mouth was the greasy cunt of a
bitch dog in heat, and she took his cock the same way, sucking and
drawing, licking and biting gently.
As the pressure built up within her pussy, as she was turned
on more and more, Sunny rocked more violently against Betsy's avid
mouth, grinding her clit and feeling the differentness of this new
pussy-eater. And for a fleeting second, she considered taking her
mouth away from George's rapidly swelling prick, to allow him to
spurt his juice in mid air.
Then she realized that wasn't why she was sucking the dog's
cock; she wanted to know, to feel, to be, and George was just as
much her lover as either of her men---maybe more. He was always
there when she needed him, and always ready to fuck.
Sunny caressed the thick round balls, and sucked on the
distended cockhead. The good feelings were getting better in her
pussy, too, and she rolled her crotch in joy as Betsy siphoned
into her hot, slidy gash. The girl was a natural, finding all the
sensitive nerves, making her teeth fondle the clit and rubbing her
chin into the mushy cuntlips.
But George let go before Sunny had quite reached her own
climax. The head of his driving cock ballooned and the boiling
hot jazz splashed inside Sunny's mouth, spattered against the
velvet cupping of her straining throat. It was a fountain of
sperm, a spate of hot dog juice that inundated her cheeks and
drowned her tongue and submerged her teeth.
She flinched as George poured yet more of the slippery stuff
from the head of his spasming prick, but continued to swallow.
Below, the other girl chewed into her cunt, and the tremendous
sensations grew swiftly within her pussy once more. Her clitoris
shook and bounced, and as Betsy sucked, Sunny came. It was a
glorious release, sending pinprickles of sharp ecstasy all over
her surging body.
Cringing to George's legs, she drew the last of the dog's
sperm down her throat and into her belly. In dying hunches, the
Dane weakened, but his prick was as hard as ever.
Wiggling slowly, Sunny absorbed as much rapture from Betsy's
mouth, took in as much as she could hold, and the orgasm faded
gently. The other girl sensed her completion, and kissed her
pussylips tenderly before sitting up and pulling away from Sunny's
crotch.
Sunny let go of the dog's legs, and hunched herself out from
between them. "Wow---that was something else. I mean, that
George really lets go with a load of stuff."
Betsy's eyes were hot upon hers, and the girl asked: "How did
it taste?"
"Not bad," Sunny answered. "Not like your father's cum, and
I haven't tasted Harry's juice yet, so I can't compare that---but
not bad. It's far-out to make anybody come, I think."
"Yes," Betsy agreed. "I get a big thrill out of making you
wiggle around. I didn't think I'd care much for going down on a
girl, but I changed my mind. It was nice."
Sunny patted her cheek. "You're nice. Would you like to try
George now, or shall I tie him back up?"
Betsy shook her head. "I don't want him right now. After
that wild session with Harry, and then with you---I'm kind of
beat. But I wanted to talk to you about what we're all going to
do about my mother. I mean, Harry can fuck your mom, but who's
going to turn on my mother? Maybe Harry,
too---"
Sunny disagreed. "No. Too much of a shock, right at first.
But---" An idea hit her and she glanced at the big dog. "But how
about George?"
"Him?" Betsy's eyes went round. "But how do we get Mom to
take on a dog?"
Sunny considered that. "You and me and my mom, that's how.
The three of us visiting, right? Then we hold her down and start
old George to licking her pussy. If she's at all hot, that'll
turn her on, and once George gets that hard prick into her cunt,
she ought to go out of her head. Especially if she hasn't had any
fucking for a long time."
Betsy said, "That would be kind of like rape."
"But who'd believe it? Besides, I'm banking on what your dad
said about your mom---that she was a good piece of ass, before
they got bored with each other. I figure that if she takes
George's long, stiff cock, she'll get so hot, nothing else win
bother her. Then we can run in your dad---or maybe Judd and Harry
together. That ought to freak Lenore Lorimer right out of her
head---her husband and son coming in to fuck her, right after a
dog finishes."
"Maybe she'll scream," Betsy said doubtfully.
"I don't think so. Look---we have to do something to bring
your mother into the gang. If we don't, she'll stumble onto one
of our orgies, and that scene could really get heavy."
"I guess so. Okay---when will we do it? My mother ought to
be home for dinner. Sometime after that?"
"Good enough. After everybody showers and eats and lets the
food digest. We don't want too much action on a full tummy. Come
on, George.
Back to the chain for now. Later on, you'll get a stab at a
different pussy."
* * *
Sunny napped before dinner, warmed by her bath and the
scrubbing she'd given her body. She came awake at the smell of
steak, and hurried downstairs to get in on the food. Just she and
her mother for now, and they leisurely ate green salad, baked
potato, and a thick steak. Garlic bread and iced tea rounded off
the meal, and when Sunny was full, she wanted to sleep again.
But she told her mother about the plan for the evening, and
as expected, her mom seemed horrified. "Oh no, Sunny! I-I
couldn't do that. A dog? How terrible!"
So Sunny had to go over and recruit Judd instead. Not to
hold down his wife, because that also would be a traumatic
experience for the woman, but to urge him into feeding Lenore
Lorimer enough liquor to get her groggy.
"Then," she said, "Betsy and I can do the job, with George's
help."
"It's a good idea," he said. "Lenore ought to come apart at
the seams once that dog's long cock gets stuffed into her cunt.
She tries to keep up a front about screwing, but down under her
cool exterior, she's a swinging bitch. Or she would be---if she'd
ever let herself go completely."
Sunny said, "After George---then you and Harry. You two can
get comfortable with each other by working on my mom together.
She's kind of scared of the dog idea, but she'll like being fucked
by two men."
"Then it's up to you and Betsy. Okay, Sunny. Give Harry and
me time to get over to your place before you bring your dog. I'll
force-feed my wife enough booze to just about pass her out. It's
easy, if I start a small argument. She'll get smashed just to
spite me."
Time passed swiftly for Sunny and Betsy, and when they got
the signal to bring the dog, they were so excited that almost
nothing could have stopped them from carrying through the plan.
Mrs. Lorimer made it easier for them, because she hadn't tried to
go upstairs after her husband left the house, seemingly in a huff.
She was stretched out on the tong couch in the living room, lying
propped upon one elbow, a bottle on the end table.
Now that she was looking at the woman in a sensual way, Sunny
saw that Lenore Lorimer was very pretty, very much like her
daughter Betsy in coloring, but taller and riper, more mature.
She had high tits and long legs, and right now her mouth was
pouty; she was wearing a scarlet robe that clung to the rich lines
of the body.
"Well," she said, blinking at them. "Hi, kids. Hi dog. You
see my damned old husband out there anywhere?"
At a motion from Sunny, Betsy refilled her mother's glass,
and as the older woman drank, a trickle escaped her mouth and ran
down her throat. Smashed, Sunny decided; good and solidly
smashed. It was time to act. She hooked George's chain around
the handle of the radiator and moved towards the woman.
"You look tired, Mrs. Lorimer. Let me rub your neck and
shoulders."
Betsy said hurriedly, "Yeah, Mom---and I'll rub your feet."
Owlishly, Lenore blinked up at them. "Hey, now. What's all
this loving attention all of a sudden? Damned shame I don't get
some of that from my damned old husband."
Carefully, Sunny massaged the soft neck, the smooth
shoulders, lingering at the closely shaven armpits, hesitating at
the collarbone just above the shapely tits. Looking down, she saw
that Betsy was doing much of the sort on her mother's feet and
ankles, from time to time running her hands over the calves of the
outstretched legs.
"Ummm," Lenore sighed, her eyes closed and her head lolling.
"That feels real good---real good. Can only think of one thing
that feels better---"
Sunny dared to trail her fingertips over the top half of
Lenore's big boobs, then moved away to unsnap the chain from the
Great Dane's choke collar. She motioned for the dog to stay back,
until she reached Mrs. Lorimer's head again. Taking hold of the
limp arms, she drew them back, and nodded to Betsy so the girl
would swing her mother's feet from the couch.
This still left Lenore in a perfect position, half on and
half off the couch, partially lying down, with her legs spread
wide.
"Hey, girls," Lenore said thickly, "you're kind of messing me
up, and I do believe my robe's slipping off. I don't have on any
panties, you know."
"We know," Sunny said, winking at Betsy. "Come on, George."
Lenore's black-haired pussy was just at the right height for
George to lick, and the dog's big head moved right between the
open thighs, his h@ muzzle going down to let out the long, red
tongue.
"Ooohh!" Lenore said. "W-What was that?"
George licked deeply into the exposed cunt, lapped quickly,
repeating the motions over and over in an eager rhythm that made
Sunny's pussy tingle just to watch it. Mrs. Lorimer had a
perfectly gorgeous cunt, deeply and luxuriously haired, set
artistically between her ivory thighs.
Lenore struggled with an uncoordinated effort, trying weakly
to free her arms and to bring her feet together. But Sunny had a
good grip on both her wrists, and her daughter was clinging to an
ankle. The Great Dane was between the legs, and she couldn't have
closed them if she had been sober.
The dog continued to lick, snuffling and getting excited.
Lenore squirmed, tried to back off, mumbled something inane and
attempted to hold up her head, to get it all together in her mind.
And the dog licked on, lapped hotly and wetly as her cunt opened
for him, turning it wetter by the second, making it juicy for the
fucking that he would very soon try.
"Let me go!" Lenore gasped. "Some-something funny is
happening to me. I can't stand---wait---please let go my hands,
so I can--- Ooohhh!"
Betsy Lorimer shook, but hung onto her mother's leg, and
Sunny battled to keep the wrists locked behind the woman's back.
That was the moment when George chose to mount. Swinging up his
forepaws, he got them around Lenore's waist and his muzzle almost
in her face. Lenore slipped down and away from his big mouth and
gleaming teeth, but the movement simply lifted her pussy up and
nearer to the dog's reaching prick.
And reaching it was, the long, red cock slipping far from its
sheath, the pointed end of it glistening as if it had been dipped
in a clear jelly. The knob poked blindly, desperately, for a hot
and greasy hole. It poked into the crisply curled hairs, into the
gash made dripping wet by lapping and its own natural juices.
"N-No!" Lenore cried out in drunken fear.
But it was too late. George settled himself and gave a
powerful thrust with his ass. The entire length of his shiny
prick skidded into the woman's cunt, pushing long and deep, until
his swollen balls came to rest in the cleft of her trembling ass.
"Go George!" Sunny said. "Go, go! Fuck her, George!"
Lenore gibbered in stunned surprise, wiggled in a half-
hearted attempt to pull her cunt off the dog's embedded cock, then
sucked in a deep and raspy breath. George backed his dick almost
out of the silken lips of her midnight-haired pussy, then rammed
it to the hilt again, backed out, pounded it deep---over and over
and over. The force of his strokes shook Lenore, made her head
bounce loosely upon her neck, made her round tits jiggle and her
ass wobble.
"Ow! Ouch---ooohhh! He's killing me! No! Don't let him
screw me! He's a dog, a DOG! His prick is so long and so hard,
he'll tear me apart! Aahhgg!"
Sunny hissed into the woman's ear: "It's not as big as
your husband's prick, Mrs. Lorimer. Not as long or as thick, but
it's harder---like a bone. Good, isn't it? Ride that good,
hard prick, Mrs. Lorimer. Fuck it! FUCK IT!"
Lenore's lips twisted, and George whined as he hammered
his dong into the shivering depths of her tender pussy. Lenore
bucked against a deep stroke, and slid back as the dog pulled out
for another lunge. Her belly heaved and she met his next thrust
with a corkscrewing motion of her own, slapping her crotch into
the swinging sac of his balls.
"That's the way," Sunny whispered harshly. "Screw him good,
Mrs. Lorimer. He loves your cunt, loves that nice, hot pussy.
Fuck him back. Fuck him the best you can!"
And Sunny released the woman's wrists. Lenore wrapped her
arms around the dog's barrel and pounded her cunt upward to meet
the massive stains of his cock.
"You hairy bastard!" she cried out. "You hard-cocked
bastard! I'll stay with you! I'll fuck you until your backbone
melts! Come on, come on! Fuck me, fuck me! Oohh! Aahh! Oh,
I'm going to come! CCCOOOMMMEEE!!"
George humped his ramrodding meat into the surging pussy, fed
his rigid rod into the gripping snatch, and Lenore shuddered
against him, her ass rocking in sharp circles. Her head flopped
back and she bit her lip, moaning between set teeth.
The dog shoved a few more times into her cunt, then braced
his hind legs and stiffened out. He was pumping his sperm into
the oily hole, Sunny knew, firing the load of his dog cum into
Lenore Lorimer's quaking pussy, filling it with the spurting of
his greasy jazz.
Sunny stepped back and looked down at Betsy, who was crouched
wide-eyed at her mother's feet, almost touching the Dane's tail as
she stared transfixed at the cock buried in her mother's steaming
cunt.
Walking around the couch, Sunny took the dog by the choke
collar and pulled. Obediently, George backed off, his swollen-
knobbed prick whipping out of the woman's saturated twat. Lenore
moaned, but her eyes didn't open.
"Give her another drink," Sunny said. "Perk her up for the
next round. I'll tie up George and call the others in. I hope
they haven't worn themselves out with my mom. Your mother needs a
lot more fucking, and they can sure give it to her."
Chapter 11
Lenore Lorimer was still in a state of disheveled confusion
when Sunny led the two men into the living room. She'd left her
own mother asleep in her bed, worn out by the nearly constant
attentions of the pair with her now---Judd and Harry.
Betsy Lorimer sat off to one side, but Sunny had it in mind
to cure the girl's loneliness. The project more immediately at
hand was to put the husband and wife, the son and the mother,
together.
"Here she is, Judd," she said. "Your wife's been freshly
fucked by my dog, but she wants more. You were right. Once she's
turned on, she's a really hot piece of ass."
Blinking, Lenore said, "Judd? Did you know---did you see---"
Sunny went over and sat on the floor beside Betsy, her bare
thigh brushing the other girl's hip. She was interested in the
men's reactions, especially Harry's. He'd just heard that his
lovely mother had been screwing a dog, and he was staring down at
her naked body in fascination.
Behind him lay the experience of sharing another beautiful
woman with his father; Judd had fucked Teresa Watson, feeding his
massive cock into her sensually responsive cunt while she'd taken
the boy's prick in her mouth.
After screwing like that, they had changed around, with Harry
taking his father's place between the long, sleek legs, inserting
his prick into the blazing cunt where his father had just loosed a
stream of jazz. They might have gone on to do more, to experiment
in the many ways of fucking, but Sunny had come in during their
last rest period. She'd told them Lenore was ready, and kissed
her mother, who had immediately fallen asleep, fucked out for the
moment.
Now husband and son were getting ready to put it to Lenore.
Hoarsely, Judd said, "Son, I guess you want to fuck her first. Go
ahead. I'll wait and play with her a little. Then I'll ball her.
Lenore, baby---here's your son with a good hard-on. He's been
yearning for your cunt for years, so now give it to him."
Harry said, "Mom? Oh please, Mom." His stiff cock was in
his hand, and he stood spread-legged near her. "I always dreamed
of fucking you, Mom---ever since I was a little kid. Please let
me"
Lenore was groggy, but she smiled up at her son and said, "Of
course, darling. Come down here to your mother. Oh, what a
lovely, strong prick---so hard and so young."
With a strangled cry, Harry Lorimer lay down on top of his
mother, and she opened her thighs to receive him. He kissed her,
and Sunny could see the electric jolt that shook them both as
their tongues met. Harry had one handful of tit and the other
fitted with asscheek, hanging tightly to both.
"Look at them," Sunny whispered to the girl. "Your mother
and brother, getting to love each other at last. And there's your
daddy, sitting beside them with his big prick in his hand."
Betsy whispered back, afraid to break the spell: "It's so
beautiful."
Then they were quiet, watching intently as the boy got his
cockhead placed into the wet opening of his mother's snatch, as he
trembled and pushed, and the knob sank from sight, completely
surrounded by the lush forest of rich black pussy hairs. In his
prick went, sliding softly and wetly, entering that tight, hot box
he had always craved to fuck, into his own mother's quivering
cunt.
Harry stuck it deep, rode his cock home to the balls, and
when his mother wiggled, when she lifted her long, slim legs to
cross them over the small of his back, he whimpered and freaked
right out. "Oh, Mom! So hot and slippery in your cunt. Oh, wow!
I've got my prick in you at last. I've got my cock jammed to the
roots inside the hottest, sweetest pussy in the world. I'm really
fucking you, Mom. I'm not just dreaming about it---it's really
happening."
"Yes, dear," his mother breathed. "You're fucking your
mother, and I'm fucking my little boy---and it's wonderful! Put
that gorgeous prick to me, darling. Harder, deeper! Fuck your
mama, Harry! Oh, yes---fuck your mama!"
Harry crammed the meat to her, the pair of them wrapped
tightly together, squirming and thrusting. On the floor beside
the couch, Judd Lorimer stared as his son fucked his wife, his own
prick clutched tightly in one hand. He was close, and could see
every detail of the shaft working greasily in and out of Lenore's
shaggy pussy, could see the gripping of her cuntlips so red and
dripping, could see the soft slapping of the boy's balls coming to
rest in the furry cleft of his mother's heaving, rolling ass.
"Stick it to her, boy," he said. Reaching out, he slipped
one hand under his wife's ass, and put the other atop his son's
buttcheeks. Pushing, he helped them to fuck each other, rubbing
their asses as they screwed, feeling the wetness seep from the end
of Lenore's cunt, feeling the muscles tighten in his boy's ass
every time he drove his hard and eager young prick home into his
mom's searing cunt.
They moaned and churned, legs flailing and hands grasping,
and Sunny watched as Harry's balls leaped upward against his
shaft, a sure sign that he was shooting off inside his mother's
snatch. Sunny envied the older woman the glorious sensation of
hot cum spraying in her pussy, and she envied the boy his frantic
orgasm as his mom's cunt worked hotly around his dick.
As Betsy said, it was a beautiful scene, this first time
Harry and Lenore Lorimer fucked each other. There would be other
wild scenes to come, but none to match the sharpness of this
initial fucking.
Judd allowed them to cling together for a few more moments,
then stood up and tapped the boy on the naked back. "My turn,
Son. You can go around to your mother's head, or just sit and
watch for a while."
Harry seemed in a daze as he backed his prick from Lenore's
rich pussy, and his knees almost buckled before he could take a
seat on the carpet. Judd got on the couch astride his wife's limp
body, placing one knee on each side of her chest. Sunny thought
that she had never seen his cock so swollen, so extended. From
the inflamed head, a thin droplet of pre-cum balanced
precariously.
He said, "Lenore---you never really ate cock before, but you
will now. Here it is, baby."
Leaning forward, he used a hand to steer the prickhead into
his wife's still lips, shoving until it slipped from sight inside
her mouth. "Ahh, baby---that's right. That's good. Suck my
prick awhile, Lenore. Yeah, yeah! Use your tongue on it,
darling. You've just been screwed by a big dog and fucked by our
son, and now you're eating my cock. But not all the way, baby---
ahh---even though your mouth is hot and hungry. No---that's
enough."
Sunny watched him jerk the prick from his wife's avid mouth
and move back to set the pulsing bulb into her foamy cuntlips.
Judd didn't bother with any kind of foreplay then, but simply
pushed his meaty dong in and in until he had it hidden to the hilt
inside that wetly receptive cunt.
"Come on, Betsy," Sunny said. "I can't watch any more of
this without getting some of the goodies for myself. Let's do a
sixty-nine."
Betsy was trembling as they got into position, and her little
pussy was dewy with the steaming desires that had been building
within it. Lovely cunt, Sunny thought, staring into its red lips,
a lovely young snatch ready for anything. Right now, it had a
kiss coming, and Sunny gave it happily.
They found each other's cunts, their tongues working in
furious haste, their teeth nipping and their mouths building up an
intimate suction. They twisted, rubbing each other's faces with
cunt juice, and turned occasionally to catch glimpses of the
action on the couch as Judd poured the prick to his already well-
fucked wife.
They saw the intent crouching of Harry, as the boy stared at
his mother's pussy where Judd's big prick was sliding in and out.
And then they turned back to work on each other's cunts. Pumping
their tongues, sucking and mauling, their fingernails digging into
sweetly clenching asscheeks, the girls brought each other to a
lunging, wriggling orgasm. Sunny shook and sweated, her eyes
closed and her chin slippery with the hot oils of Betsy's cunt.
She rested that way, her own twat making little soft hunchings in
the other girl's mouth.
And when they broke free, Judd Lorimer had collapsed atop his
wife. Harry Lorimer was standing over them, his prick up in a new
hardon. Reaching down and turning his mother's head towards him
on the pillows, he placed one knee on the couch and pushed the
head of his cock into her mouth.
"Here, Mom---suck it. Eat my prick the way you were doing to
Dad. Only I won't take it out of your mouth. I want to come
there, so you can swallow my jism down."
With her mouth filled with cock, Lenore couldn't answer, but
she lifted one languid hand to cup her son's balls, and Sunny
couldn't see any more when Harry's body closed her off. But she
figured that the boy had most of his stiff prick fed into his
mom's mouth, maybe prodding the back of her throat with the head
of it.
His head pillowed on his wife's tits, Judd Lorimer was all
fucked out, looking kind of flat as he lay with his prick melting
within Lenore's pussy.
Sunny said to Betsy, "Do you want to come on over to my
house? There may not be any more action here for the rest of the
night. My mom was kind of beat, too, when we left there, but with
a nap and a shot of gin, shell be ready to go some more. We could
make a triangle of it, you and me and my mother."
Slim and lean, sun-browned and very sexy-looking, Betsy said,
"No, Sunny---I don't think so. Maybe tomorrow. I think I ought
to stay here with my own family tonight, and take care of them. I
can feed them and help them wash up, and mix some drinks, and then
I can get in on whatever else is going to happen. If not tonight,
then in the morning, when they're all rested up. You understand,
huh?"
"Sure," Sunny answered, standing up and stretching. She saw
the way Harry was fucking his prick in and out of his mom's face.
"I understand. It's a lot better with your own family. And if
Harry can't fuck you soon, I'll bet your daddy can. Besides---
I've always got good old George at home."
Betsy kissed her, and they caressed tongues for a long
moment. Pulling back, Sunny patted the other girl on the ass and
said, "Later."
Strolling across the backyard, she found that she was far
from being satisfied. Everyone but her and poor Betsy had popped
off several times. Well, she thought, there was always George,
and she could stand another reaming in the ass. That was
something the others hadn't gotten around to yet; she was a step
up on them there.
She wouldn't even have to wake up her tired mother; she could
just go over and unchain George to lead him upstairs to her room,
where they could fuck in quiet and privacy. Dear old George with
his perpetually stiff cock, always so nice and handy to have
around; she approached his doghouse, murmuring to him: "Here,
George---good boy. Here, George."
There was no rattle of his chain in answer, no eager whine as
the big dog rose to his feet in anticipation of another hot
fucking. Sunny peered through the darkness, felt out one hand---
George was gone!
Sunny looked everywhere, whistling softly so as not to awaken
her mother, prowling the length of the yard. No George.
Frowning, she went around the house and looked up and down the
dimly lighted street, in case he had somehow slipped his chain and
gotten away. No George.
Worried now, she slipped into the house and checked the lower
part of the house. Moving up the stairs, she found the door of
her room cracked open, and hurried inside, thinking that the big
dog had made it in there, searching for her. But the room was
empty.
Fretting, Sunny slipped back down the hall and hesitated at
her mother's door; she'd have to let her mom know before she went
out this late at night and checked the neighborhood for the
missing Dane. There was a crack of light under the door, and she
pushed in.
There was George. There was good old George---with his long,
red prick sliding in and out of her mother's golden-haired pussy!
Teresa Watson was on the floor, with several pillows under
her ass, so that her crotch was tilted up for the dog's ramming
cock. She was twisting and turning her belly as George poured the
meat to her pussy, as he slammed that pointed shaft home time and
again, whining excitedly.
Sunny leaned against the door, staring. And after a
while, her mother looked up and saw Sunny standing there, her eyes
wide with amazement.
"Well," Teresa said, between slams of the dog's cock into her
heated cunt, "don't just stand there. Come join us and tell me
how good he is. After all, I taught him to fuck, you know."
The End
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