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
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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