The Family Pet Chapter 4

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.

The Family Pet Chapter 3

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.

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