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, of his monstrous prick. She loved that, loved him, also. He seemed if he couldn't get enough of just touching her, and his big hands never still, roaming over her smooth back, down it to the flaring 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.
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, of his monstrous prick. She loved that, loved him, also. He seemed if he couldn't get enough of just touching her, and his big hands never still, roaming over her smooth back, down it to the flaring 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.
