The Family Pet Chapter 6

Chapter 6


Sunny left them to their private loving later that night, and crept
tiredly into her bed--Betsy's bed, rather--leaving father and daughter
together in the guest room. She thought they'd have a lot to say to
each other, besides all the things they'd want to do, like play sixty-
nine.

Sunny had had her orgasm, and was content with just that, especially
after the ass-reaming she'd taken earlier from George. So she dreamed--
of men and boys with hard-ons, all sizes of cocks, all with drippy
prickheads. But behind them, there always loped the big figure of her
Great Dane.

* * *


Awaking early, Sunny eased back into the guest room, careful that the
other Lorimer at home--Harry--wouldn't hear her wandering about. She
roused Judd and told him to scoot back to his own room, then made
certain he understood she wanted to see him later in the day, over at
her house.

"Come alone," she said. "I dig sweet Betsy almost as much as you do,
but force yourself to leave her at home for a while. We can all get
together again later."

He nodded sleepily, but got himself together and trudged for his own
room. Sunny went across the yards and let herself in the back door,
raiding the fridge before going upstairs for a long nap. She hadn't
seen George chained to his doghouse, nor did she see him in the living
room; the big dog wasn't upstairs, either. Hiding somewhere, she
thought, getting up a boner for his next fuck with her--which wouldn't
be all that long.

* * *


The smell of bacon roused Sunny next time, and she hurried through a
shower, then plunged downstairs to eat. She was ravenous, downing
everything in sight, from juice to pan fries. Fucking made her hungry;
because it used up so much energy, she guessed. And one thing she
didn't want to do was run out of energy--not for at least a thousand
years. Maybe she could catch up on enough screwing by that time.

When she looked up, her mother was smiling wanly at her. "Evidently you
weren't sick. Why did you come home so early from Betsy Watson's?
Usually when you stay over, you girls talk all night and sleep half the
day."

Sunny said, "Oh, we zonked out early and I felt like having breakfast
with you." Her mother looked older this morning, seemed lonelier than
ever, and Sunny felt sorry for her. But she brightened, remembering
that Judd Lorimer was coming over later in the day.

Her mom had a surprise coming, because Sunny intended to ask Judd to
fuck her. They'd go well together--his black hair and olive skin
against her willowy, honey-blonde fairness; his big, pulsing cock
shoving into the tender pussy that hadn't been screwed in so many years
...

Sunny had to look down into her coffee cup, afraid that what she was
thinking might show on her face. The idea was getting to her, making
her own mound turn humid. Last night had been pretty wild, sharing Judd
with his daughter, but if she shared him with her mother--that would be
weird. It would also be out of sight.

But her mother was so straight and shy, and had that hangup about
hiding all the good points of her body. Maybe she'd freak out if Judd
raped her, and scream for the cops.

Sunny finished her coffee and cleared the table, frowning about that
possibility. But if her mom had passed along her own genes, so that
Sunny inherited her vital sexiness from her mother instead of her
father, then her mom was a ball of fire inside.

Then why hadn't she swung with a few guys? She always spent her nights
at home. Out of a sense of duty toward her daughter? Or because her
hangup was sex, and she was hiding out from the world of men?

The gamble had to be taken, Sunny decided, drying the dishes as her
mother washed. If Sunny helped Judd get into her mom, then her mother
really couldn't call the police and fink on them. She'd be certain to
protect her daughter from that kind of involvement, even if it meant
taking a solid fucking and forgetting about it if she didn't enjoy the
screw. But how could any woman not enjoy fucking? Sunny wondered.

She was helpful around the house, cleaning up, picking her mom's
favorite tapes for the stereo, then mixing a rum Coke for her when she
sat down to read the paper.

Teresa Watson asked: "What's it all about? I appreciate you taking care
of me this way, but it's not usual."

"Drink up," Sunny said. "I mixed too much of this at one time, and you
don't want it to go flat. Then you go up and shower, and make yourself
still prettier, 'cause I invited somebody over to see us today."

"That's why, then." Teresa drained her glass. "Whoo! I'm certainly not
used to that. Who's coming over, dear--a new boy friend?"

Sunny refilled the glass and handed it over. Two drinks often stood her
mother on her ear. She said, "You might say that. I guess he is my boy
friend. But you don't need to get yourself up all formal, Mom. Just
wear your prettiest robe and fix your hair and--well, you know."

Teresa sipped some of the drink, made a face and said, "I'll have to
take the rest of this up to the shower. Didn't you make it a bit
strong, Sunny?"

Smiling, Sunny said, "Oh, come on. You're a big girl now. Finish up and
I can go wash the glass. I want everything tidy before he gets here."

Obediently, her mother swallowed the rum Coke. Blinking back a sudden
rush of tears, she said: "Just who is this young man, that your mother
has to be high to meet?"

"You'll like him," Sunny said. "He has a thing about him that you just
won't be able to resist." His big prick, she added silently, and had a
terrible time keeping her face under control. She took the glass and
turned away before she broke up. "Look pretty, Mom."

After her mother climbed the stairs, Sunny thought that now would be
the perfect time--to catch her just coming out of the shower, a little
woozy from the combination of unaccustomed rum and the hot water. They
could get her between them, she and Judd, and hustle her into the
bedroom, and Sunny would help hold her down while he poured that
massive prick to her.

A shiver ran up Sunny's back, and she squeezed her thighs together to
ease the urgency in her pussy. She went to the door, hoping to see
Judd; he didn't come right away, and she got edgier, walking back and
forth nervously. Back at the door, she saw him at last, and ran to grab
at his hand, hauling him into the kitchen.

"Judd--oh, darling--you timed it just right."

He looked at her quizzically. "What? Were you ready to call your dog?"

She tilted her head at him. "You don't have to be jealous of poor
George. He doesn't whine when you fuck me. But it's not me, Judd not
right away, anyhow. You have to do something special for me. You have
to fuck my mother."

"What the bell? Sunny--have you flipped out?"

"You have to fuck her," she insisted. "My mom is lonely and shy and
she's not going to get any better, any older, unless you show her how
good it is to be fucked. You could make her eat you, too--the way you
did it to me, and turn her on all the way around."

His eyes warmed and he said, "Your mother. Does Teresa know about
this?"

"No, but I'll help you. Rape her, if you have to, and if she wants to
yell for the police, I'll swear that she just got mad at you. But I
don't think she'll give that kind of trouble if I'm mixed up in it.
She's showering now, and she's had two rum Cokes, so she'll be wobbly."

Judd said slowly, "Your mother is a lovely woman, and I've been
wondering why she keeps to herself all the time. That would be
something--to be fucking both of you, mother and daughter."

Sunny pointed out, "And later, swinging with both at the same time--
maybe even with Betsy, too. Wouldn't that be wild, man? Two girls and a
woman, fucking you and eating you and loving you."

He licked his lips and said, "Yeah. Upstairs, you say?"

Excitedly, Sunny said, "Get undressed down here--and I will, too.
That'll shock her silly, seeing you and me naked. It ought to throw her
so off balance we can grab her."

"Damn," he said, "this is one hell of an idea, and I'm getting a hard-
on already. Let's go, baby."

They threw off their clothes helter-skelter, and Sunny clutched his
hand again when they were bare-assed. "Come on, lover man. Right on up
the stairs."

Their timing was just a shade off, because Sunny had planned to trap
her mother either in the bathroom, or just coming out of it. As it
happened, they closed in on Teresa Watson just a second after she had
turned into her own room. Sunny caught a flash of the pale-blue robe as
her mom left the hallway.

Before Judd could slow down or hesitate, she dragged him to the door,
turned the knob, and they dashed inside together. Teresa spun around,
her mouth going wide in utter surprise at the sight of two naked bodies
plunging towards her. Before her mother could scream, Sunny clamped a
hand over her mouth, caught one of her wrists and shoved her towards
the bed.

Judd was quick, too; he grabbed the other wrist and pulled Teresa down.
She hit the bed with her long, slim legs flailing, and Sunny saw her
mother's cunt exposed--a deeply haired, richly golden-brown pussy set
beautifully between sleekly rounded thighs. Then Teresa was kicking,
trying to cross her legs and hide her cunt, moaning helplessly against
her daughter's palm.

Judd managed to get a knee between the scissoring legs, and clamped an
iron grip on the opposite knee. Teresa stopped kicking because she had
to. Then he brought her arm up over her head and said to Sunny: "Let go
of her mouth and use your hands to pin both her wrists."

"What if she screams?" Sunny asked, panting with excitement.

"If she screams," Judd said, staring down into Teresa's wild eyes,
"I'll stuff a pillowcase in her mouth. You hear me, woman?"

Carefully, Sunny moved her hand away from her mother's mouth, saying
softly: "Mom--oh Mom, please don't act up or try anything crazy. He'll
tie you and gag you if he has to. And he's going to fuck you, either
way. So please--please be cool."

Her mom's eyes were wide with shock, and she was gasping for breath,
but Sunny thought she was too shaken to yell, now. There was sheer
terror on her face, and for just a second, Sunny wanted to soften, to
relent and call off the whole thing. But it was out of her hands; Judd
was too aroused now, determined to fuck the lovely, mature cunt he saw.
There'd be no stopping him.

He said, "Relax, Teresa. You've been fucked before."

Silently, the woman continued to fight. Holding her mother's wrists,
Sunny saw the pressure Judd put upon the tender hips, and how he used
both hands to hold her mom's crotch into place for the prodding of his
hungry cock.

The big, spongy prickhead poked at her gash, slid off the thick curls
of pussy hair, recovered and thrust again. This time, the blunt end
found a softer place, a slightly damp hole, and pinned the wriggling
pussy solidly. Teresa gasped aloud. Judd pushed harder, using more
force now that his cockhead had found her cunt hole.

Staring, Sunny watched the flanged cockhead power its way between the
lips of her mother's pussy, saw the cuntlips stretch to absorb it, saw
the shaft begin to slide into the grip of the scarlet mouth. The head
vanished, and the cuntlips closed behind it, riding smoothly down along
the veined trunk of his prick, moving moistly down until they came to
rest around the thick base, against the fleshy mounding above his
dangling balls.

Judd Lorimer had his prick shoved all the way into her mother's pussy.

Sunny held onto her mom's struggling wrists, but the power was going
out of them as Judd began to stroke, pulling back his huge rod for
another wet plunge into the velvet depths of a cunt that hadn't been
fucked in years.

"Oh!" Teresa panted. "Oh, how dare you! You can't! Damn you, Judd
Lorimer, you're raping me--oh!--raping me, you hairy, disgusting brute.
I--ooohh! You're so big--so long. Sunny, Sunny! How, could you help
him--ahhh!"

He thrust his dick into her cunt to the roots, drew back until Sunny
thought the knob of his prick was going to pop out of the trembling
pussy; then he pushed it deep once more, feeding the hard, thick meat
to her mother in long, steady strokes that had to be reaching bottom.

"Stay with him, Mom," Sunny urged. "Grind your pussy on him. Fuck him
back. He has such a gorgeous prick, doesn't he? So hot and stiff. Fuck
him, Mother."

She let go of her mom's hands, and Teresa's arms came uncertainly down,
the hands fluttering for a moment, then settling firmly upon Judd's
shoulders, her long, thin fingers taking a grip there. Teresa's eyes
were closed, but her red lips hung open and wet, and as Sunny watched,
the rosy nipples of her mom's big, round tits climbed straight up and
turned hard. Her hips started a slow, sensuous tick-tock swinging, and
her back arched slightly, so that her luxuriantly furred crotch rose to
him, lifted to meet his strokes.

Turning her head, Sunny smiled at Judd. "She's screwing you back. She
loves that big cock of yours, darling. It's all right now, because Mom
is fucking you and digging it."

"Like daughter, like mother," Judd said, pumping his rod steadily into
the squirming woman. "Let yourself go, Teresa. Fuck hard or slow or
mean or any way you want to, darling. You have a marvelous tight cunt,
so hot and slippery, soft as satin and strong as silk. Fuck me, Teresa-
-keep grinding your ass and hunching this hot pussy up to me."

"Uh!" her mother moaned, and Sunny felt out with one finger to touch
the erectile tip of one tit. "Uh-oh, Judd! Such a big one--what a big,
hard prick! It's filling me, stretching me-- Not so quick! Oh, I don't
want to come so quick! I want to just keep fucking--uh--UH--UH!"

Her mom's pelvis blurred in savage strokes as she slammed it up to
Judd's crotch. She wrapped her arms around Judd's neck and pulled his
face down so that she could thrust a quaking tongue into his mouth.
Teresa's pale white ass made violent circles as she came.

So beautiful, Sunny thought, her hand cupped over one of her mother's
big, soft boobs, her hand caught between Judd's hairy chest and the
flattened jug; how lovely it was, seeing her mother get fucked,
watching her shudder when she came, and hearing that little slosh--
slosh liquidy noise as Judd continued to ram his pole deep.

Teresa went limp, but her mouth remained fastened to his, and Sunny got
her hand out to slide it along her mother's flank and feel the recoil
of the flesh there as the man pounded his meat home.

When Judd stiffened out and groaned into her mother's mouth, Sunny
reached around between the cheeks of his ass and took hold of his balls
to feel their flexing as they pumped up their load of hot jazz.

* * *


In the morning, Sunny got to George behind the yard umbrella, and he
met her as if he hadn't fucked anything for a month. The big dog was
something else, always ready to screw, and she thought that was about
the best state of readiness there could ever be. Sunny had a couple of
things she wanted to try on George, but she looked all around the yard
and up at the second-story windows of the houses before adjusting the
umbrella to cut off a certain section of the yard.

Then she dropped to hands and knees and played with the dog's sheath,
making the long, red prick slide out. Sunny didn't want to tease him,
but she had some experiments to perform before she fucked him. Her
mother was upstairs asleep, screwed out by Judd Lorimer, her energy
burned up after doing so long without a man's cock. So Sunny and George
should be safe enough from any prying eyes.

Her mother had gone along okay with the fucking, the rape, but Sunny
wasn't at all certain what would happen if her mom learned that she was
fucking a dog. That might be another story, and since things were
swinging so well for them, Sunny didn't want to mess anything up. But
she wanted to check out the dog's reactions to some ideas she had.

"Here, George," she whispered, playing with that hard shaft. "That's
right, good old George just keeping humping it out there. Keep it
moving in my hand. That's it."

The cock was slippery, all gleaming and slidy as she jacked off the big
dog, squeezing down on the rigid shaft and fingering over the pointy
knob that seemed to grow with each humping thrust the dog made into the
air--and into her caressing hand. Sunny was interested in actually
watching what happened when it went off--to see if it exploded like a
gun shooting, or if it squirted like a hose, or what.

She continued to fondle the sliding prick, and the head of it seemed to
expand more and more, but only to her touch; she could barely see any
real change as George whined and hunched, bewildered because he
couldn't clamp his front legs around a warm body. The dog was getting
spoiled, she thought, using her other hand to feet his swinging balls.
But she didn't slow down her massaging on his slippery prick.

Staring, she watched the knob suddenly swell to several times its size,
and when George whined deep in his hairy chest, she felt that he was
about to come. The dog stiffened out in a half-crouch, and a great
shiver passed through his body. Sunny watched entranced as the head of
his cock shook, vibrated, then spurted a solid stream of jism.

It shot out to land between his forefeet, a big blob of gooey stuff
that glistened up at her. But George wasn't through, and another lunge
of his ass drove his prick forward in her hand to spit another stream
of sperm that fell somewhat short of the place the first spurt landed.

That was the same juice that she had taken into her snatch, that had
hosed up her ass, feeling all hot and bubbly, making her tingle and
tickle from head to toe. Sunny let go of the dog's balls and touched a
fingertip into the puddle of sperm, nabbing lightly, smearing the stuff
around. It was thick and sticky, and the texture of it thrilled her.

"George," she murmured, "can you go again so soon? Come on and try it,
George. I'm so hot I can't stand it any longer."

As she backed her ass into the dog's face, George lowered his muzzle
and began to lick hotly at her pussy, laving her asshole as well with
his big, long tongue. Sunny thought that she'd save her other
experiment until sometime later. She'd meant to go down on George, to
find out if that would be as exciting as eating Judd's thick cock, to
see if there was a difference in taste between the dog's sperm and the
man's cum.

But she'd gotten herself turned on too much, playing with George's
prick, jacking him off. So now she had to swing with him, to reach an
orgasm herself It felt good, the wetness of his reaching tongue, and
Sunny squirmed at the warm lapping, moving so that he could reach all
over the lips of her pussy. Once in a while, the end of the tongue
would penetrate her gash and she'd wiggle joyfully at the sensation.

George got himself worked up then, and lifted to clamp his paws around
her waist while his stiff cock probed for an opening, any hot opening
that would take it. Sunny considered taking it up the ass again, but
changed her mind when George's knobby prick poked into the hairs of her
cunt.

Better to fuck the dog in the regular way, she thought, to make him
screw her long and strong in the pussy, so she could come better.
Grinding her ass, hiking it towards the searching cock, Sunny dropped
her upper body so that George could find her cunt more easily. He got
it stuck into the pussylips, whined once, then shoved his dick
powerfully right into her snatch without another second of hesitation.

The dog's rigid prick pushed into her hole greasily, and Sunny was glad
she'd been hot and ready for it. Otherwise, the shaft might have made
her hurt, sliding into a dry cunt. George didn't give a damn, once the
head of his cock touched a wet hole; he just plunged his rod on home,
all the way to his balls.

Settling herself, Sunny rocked with the penetrating lunges of the Great
Dane's cock, seesawing back and forth with every long thrust. George
had a strong and steady rhythm, and pushed his prick deep into her cunt
with every stroke, hunching his back so that his balls swung into
Sunny's thighs.

Eyes closed, face turned upon her forearm, Sunny took the hard cock,
felt the soft joltings of it against her cervix and the grinding of the
shaft across her clit. His cock was groovy for her, different from
Judd's larger, heavier cock, strange because George was a dog and was
fucking her like she was a bitch dog. No man would ever be able to
quite screw her this way, she thought, and wiggled happily upon the
ramrodding prick.

George took longer because he had just come, and Sunny tried holding
off, making herself slow down so she wouldn't come too soon. She
luxuriated in the fucking, slid her ass up and down the pistoning cock,
but she couldn't keep the far-out sensations off. They built within her
hot pussy, grew more potent with each stroke of the dog's prick, and
she dug her fingers into the earth, fighting the surges.

"Uhhh!" she grunted, and swung her ass furiously, grinding her cunt
around the dog's driving prick, not giving a damn about anything but
the hot, blazing excitement of being screwed.

Sunny came in a violent, boiling spasm that shook her entire body. Her
clit thrummed and her cunt muscles squeezed down upon the moving,
churning cock that was making her quake all over. Her pussy rippled,
let go, clamped again, and the flashes of juicy, hot feelings radiated
through her twat.

"Ohh!" she gasped as George continued to hammer his rigid cock into her
quaking cunt. "Uhhh! G-George, you horny bastard! Ohhh! OOOHHH!!"

And the dog's prick drove hard into her hole as George gripped her
tightly with his forelegs. Her knees skidded on the grass as the Great
Dane pounded his heavy shaft more savagely into her twat, and George
was mixing growls with whines, deep in his chest.

Then he let it go again--and Sunny almost sobbed with relief as the
torrent of sizzling dog juice splashed into her pussy, as the dog's cum
washed thick and hot throughout her wetly flexing cunt.

George stiffened out above her, and the grip of his paws relaxed.
Gently, she crawled away from him, expertly sliding out of the dog's
cock, hesitating at the spread of its distended head, then giving her
cunt a deft twist that popped the knob out of her pussylips. She felt
the sticky residue that trailed after, to turn her thighs slick.

Then she was gone from beneath him, feeling for her panties, her chest
heaving as her breath finally slowed. In her jeans again, she sat up
and reached back to pat the dog's broad head. "You're a real fucker,
George. Every time I get screwed by you, I think I'm coming apart at
the seams. It's good, George--it's very good."

Next time, she thought, she'd suck him off, and get the dog's reaction
to that. No doubt he'd just plunge that stiff cock down her throat with
the same brutal, hammering speed. But maybe she could control its
penetration by moving her head, or slow him down by chewing on his
prick. It would be fun to try.

Sunny came from behind the lawn umbrella, leading the now docile George
by his choke-chain collar. Snapping the hook of his leash into the
collar, she tied him to the doghouse. George lay down immediately and
closed his eyes, muzzle on his paws.

Smiling down at her hairy lover, Sunny walked back into the house,
knowing the slippery feeling of cum oozing from her pussylips and
thinking of a hot shower. But she met her mother in the kitchen, and
realized they would have to have a talk.

Her mother made the first move. "Coffee, Sunny? Or a cold drink?"

"Something cold, Mom. I was--goofing around outside and got all sweaty.
Do you feel okay?" Sunny sat at the table and watched her mother move
to the fridge, liking the grace of her motions, the slimness of leg and
the sexy jiggling of her ass.

Teresa Watson dropped ice in a glass and foamed Coke over it. She had a
glass of dark stuff herself, and Sunny figured it was a mixed drink,
that her mother was getting her nerve together with it.

"Sunny," her mother said, after gulping from her glass, "I want you to
know that I--well, I thank you for doing what you did last night, for
bringing Judd Lorimer in to--do it to me. I was very angry at first,
and could have kicked you and Judd both, but then--it's been a long
time for me, without a man. There are other ways a woman can gratify
her sexual cravings, but I needed a man's love."

"I'm glad," Sunny said. "When I saw you start to fuck Judd back, then I
knew I wasn't going to be in any big trouble for helping him rape you.
And I do want you to be happy, Mom. I mean, when I found out how good
it was, how wonderful Judd's prick could make me feel, then I wanted
you to have that same enjoyment, too."

Her mother's face was red, and her voice fluttered a little when she
answered, "And I did enjoy it. You--it didn't embarrass you, watching
your mother take a man's--cock into her body like that?"

Sunny drank some Coke. "Me? No way, Mom. I got a real kick out of it.
You're so beautiful, and when you got all hot, you wiggled and squirmed
so, fucking Judd like you never meant to let him go. I was only sorry
that I couldn't join you then, but I knew that might shake you up too
much."

Teresa's eyes widened. "J-Join us? You mean--make it a threesome? I
don't quite understand."

Shrugging, Sunny said, "I'm not all that sure, either. I just figure it
can be done okay. I like to touch you when you're fucking him, and I
like to play with him, too. It would be a lot of fun, mixing us
together."

Her mother poured another drink. "You amaze me, Sunny. So young and yet
somehow so knowledgeable. I--you take a wholly different approach to
sex, I see. And you've been screwing Judd?"

"And going down on him, and having him go down on me. Mom, did he eat
your pussy last night, after I left?"

The glass rattled against Teresa's teeth. "I--what a thing to say,
Sunny! I--look ..."

Grinning, Sunny pursued the subject. "Did you eat his cock? If you did,
I bet it was the first time you ever went down on a man. I can't see
you taking Daddy's prick into your mouth."

Teresa shook her head, drank thirstily from her glass. "Not your
father, and as for last night--Judd made me do it to him. You know how
strong and demanding he is."

"Yeah," Sunny giggled, "I know. He forced me to eat his cock the first
time, too. I thought I'd strangle on his cum, but I didn't. Did you
like it, too?"

Wordlessly, her mother nodded. "it was--very different. I never thought
I could possibly stomach any act of perversion like that, but--since
we're being honest with each other, I may as well admit that it excited
me tremendously. But I've been upset ever since, a little frightened.
What if Judd's wife and children find out what he's been doing to us? I
just can't ever face Lenore Lorimer again."

"Sure you can, Mom. She doesn't have to know--not right away, anyhow.
And maybe Judd can keep up with both of us, but if he can't--well, I
might tell you that Betsy and I have been playing around some. So I
don't think it would be all that hard to get Harry Lorimer in on the
fun and games."

Teresa stared. "What do you mean, you and Betsy playing around? Have
you been doing anything perverted with another girl?"

"Not really," Sunny said. "And what's 'perverted', anyhow? I don't
think it's weird when Judd eats my cunt, and I dig eating his prick."

"But with another girl--"

"What's the difference--man, boy, girl? Or anything else, for that
matter." For a fleeting second, Sunny was tempted to tell her mother
about George, but she obviously wasn't ready for such information.

Teresa shook her head and finished her drink, sitting limply at the
table. "I don't know anymore. Confused, that's what I am. And maybe a
little bit snockered. But not too much to remember what you said about
Harry Lorimer. He's a beautiful boy, and so young. What makes you think
he'd be interested in screwing a woman old enough to be his mother?
That is, if Judd can't keep up with both of us, and his wife, too."

Sunny got up and went around the table to put her hands on her mother's
shoulders. "Any guy would be interested, Mom. Especially when you stop
hiding all that sexy, beautiful body and start showing it off. Harry--I
have an idea he'd screw anything, anywhere, anytime. But we'll start
him out light--like with me and his sister."

Her mother leaned against Sunny's hands. "Now it's incest. I'm getting
more mixed up. I should be saying no, and trying to do something about
all this, but--"

Stroking her mom's neck, Sunny massaged the muscles gently. "But you
had so much fun last night that you don't want to let go of it. And
you're right. Your skin is so soft and lovely, and when your hair is
loose like this, it's like a golden waterfall. I really dig touching
you, Mom."

"I like it, too," Teresa admitted.

Sunny moved her hands down and around, and her fingers cupped her
mother's boobs. Teresa flinched, but didn't move away, and Sunny
pressed down tenderly upon the nipples, squeezed the big, soft jugs
themselves.

She knew then what she was going to do next.

The Family Pet Chapter 5

Chapter 5


Sunny was back on hands and knees, because George had kind of caught
her there, while she was teasing him. Although he had been licking and
lapping her pussy and the crack of her ass for some time, she expected
him to keep it up awhile. Sunny wasn't prepared when he suddenly lifted
his muzzle from the hot, wet gash and threw his front paws around her
waist to mount her.

That was why she wasn't really leaning down far enough with her front
end, to start the fucking, and why she didn't have a pillow under her
knees to raise her ass higher. But George didn't seem to be having too
much trouble; his slidy cock was prodding and poking as he hunched his
back.

She'd tease him a little, Sunny thought, and moved her ass slightly
from side to side, making him just miss the entrance to her pussy,
making the greasy tip of his exceptionally hard prick skid from her
dripping cuntlips. The big dog whined and thrust harder, more
anxiously, horny as he could be now, and more than ready for his ration
of pussy.

Sunny stopped giggling when the sharp point found another target, and
pushed strongly there. Not her asshole, she thought; that opening was
too small to accept a cock like George's. It wouldn't expand with the
same elasticity as her cunt--or would it? Maybe it would stretch
enough, and it would be a far-out sensation to get fucked in the ass.

Sunny pushed back at him, wiggling just enough to help the dog seat his
cockhead into the tight ring of her asshole. George shoved harder, and
she felt the penetration begin, knew the wild feeling of a prick moving
into her bung. Slowly, it went in, making its slippery way up into her
narrow hole, opening her up.

It was a freaky sensation, and she squirmed upon the hard shaft, taking
it deeper into her ass, thankful that George's cock wasn't as big
around as Judd's, but beginning to worry about the length of it, too.
In the meat went, and father yet, until she was scared it might go all
the way up into her belly.

But the dog's tightly swollen balls came to bump against her rounded
buttcheeks, and she realized that his prick was shoved home within her
ass, that she was taking every inch of it.

"Easy, George," she whispered. "T-Take it easy now. Slow, boy. Go slow
and don't hurt me."

Even though she was thrilled, Sunny was still afraid of being reamed
this way, and moved back with the recoil of George's cock each time he
drew back for another stroke, then rode the stiff prong forward, so he
couldn't hit her too hard.

By changing the movements of her ass that way, Sunny was able to hold
off the dog's deepest and heaviest thrusts. Yet she wiggled on his
prick, thrilled to the, feeling it gave her quivering asshole. They
moved faster, and with her head hanging down, Sunny could watch the
jiggling of her tits and the way her nipples bobbled when he crammed
her bung full of his dog cock.

"Easy, George," she pleaded. "Easy."

Of course, he didn't listen, but neither did he go into one of his
frantic screwings where he slammed and hammered in a frenzy of need.
George had the edge off his passions now, and could take it easy,
without trying to tear up her asshole. Sunny speeded up the rhythm of
her seesawing to keep up with his probing cock.

The dog's mouth dripped saliva on her naked back, the hot fluid
tingling her skin and making her shake her ass more. His forepaws
clamped tighter around her and his fucking turned jerkier. He was going
to come, she knew, and Sunny reached back between her thighs with one
hand to stimulate her own pussy, to use a finger on her aching
clitoris. She helped her own coming along, fingering herself in the
cunt while the dog's cock slipped back and forth in her asshole. She
could actually feel the thrusts of it against the back wall of her
pussy, and when the prickhead began to expand, Sunny knew another quick
stab of fear.

Since her asshole was tighter than her cunt, could George get hung up
in her bung until the swollen head of his hard cock went down? She
hoped not; her mother could come nosing around at any time, and if she
ever found her darling daughter hung up with the family dog ...

George went off just then, and Sunny was more than glad for the heavy
rush of his jazz, for the splashing of the hot sperm into the tight
tube of her asshole. It not only felt terrific, but the slippery jelly
would help get his cockhead out of her butt.

A ripple passed through her body, a small tidal wave of wanton
enjoyment totally different from any erotic experience she had known
before. The feelings were hotter, more fulfilling, and she worked her
finger strongly into her cunt to spread them even farther.

When she came, it was with a powerful jolt that shook her from head to
foot, and she thought her clit would burst. Hot, wild, magnificent--the
sensations raced over her flesh and through every pore. Clenching her
teeth in her lower lip, she moaned in rapture, and would have fallen
forward on her face if she hadn't been thinking of that distended
cockhead fastened securely within her asshole.

Gently, Sunny began to rotate her ass as George clung to her waist, and
the swollen knob eased down her narrow tube. She inched forward, glad
that the big dog always rested for a while with his prick buried before
he attempted to get down. She moved out some more, and the bulbous end
passed down almost to the ring. One more cautious gyration, and she
twisted her dog's cock out of her ass.

With a genuine sigh of relief, Sunny slid face down upon the carpet of
her bedroom, breathing deeply and getting her head straight again.
Getting buggered had been a strange experience, and she liked it. What
had Judd Lorimer said--that she'd like anything connected with sex of
any kind? He was right, she thought; she hadn't discovered anything so
far that didn't turn her on.

Sunny crawled away from the dog and got to her bed. Sitting on it, she
slowly put on her clothes again, the cute little shorts and the
bandanna halter that Judd said made him hot.

"Come on, George," she whispered, and led the dog out of her room, then
down the stairs and out to the back. There she slipped on his choke
collar and snapped the chain to it. "Take a nap, George--build up some
more steam for later. I think you might need it."

Her mother wasn't home yet, but she would be before long. It was Friday
night, and the long weekend lay ahead, when her mom would be home all
the time. Maybe she could con her mother into letting her stay over at
Betsy's house, where there would at least be a good chance of getting
to Judd. As it was, home was no place to hang around when her mother
was there, watching all the time.

Sunny looked over at the Lorimer place and saw nobody, so she turned
back into her kitchen and had a cold glass of milk. Sitting by the
table, she realized that her asshole was a little sore, but not much.
Still, considering it logically, she knew there would be no way for
Judd to ram his heavy dong up there. She would have to limit her
asshole-screwing to her dog, because good old George didn't care which
hole he had his prick in.

Putting her empty glass in the sink, she thought about going down on
George. It might be a lot of fun, she decided, and it was the only
thing she hadn't done with him yet. But she would have to figure out
some way to hold him still, so she could get her mouth fixed to take
his driving cock properly. If she didn't, George would hammer his dick
down into her throat and choke her.

Sunny went into the living room and just stood there, looking around at
the big color TV that was her mother's fixation. Sunny couldn't
understand that, because there was too much romance available, too much
good, heavy sex around for the taking.

And it wasn't that her mother was ugly-looking. She was beautiful, if
she'd fix herself up and stop trying to hide the sexy features of her
body. Her mother was only thirty-two, eight years younger than Judd,
who really knew what to do with his sex organs. Her mom should do the
same with hers.

Suddenly an idea hit her: Why not get the two of them together, her
mother and Judd Lorimer? The thought was a good one, and she scooted
back upstairs to clean up, to get her body ready for anything, in case
she had to bargain with Judd. Besides, she was feeling a little sticky
from her exertions with George and the ass-fucking the dog had given
her.

She flung off her things and got into the shower, soaping her body and
scrubbing bubbles so they floated from between her legs. Sunny
hesitated about washing her hair, then thought she'd better; she didn't
want anything to keep her from being her sexiest. Scented and powdered,
her cunt washed out and all traces of dog cum gone, she tripped into
her bedroom for fresh clothing.

Choosing a wraparound skirt that wasn't quite mini, but which would
break apart to exhibit a lot of thigh, she dug out her prettiest lacy
panties to wear under it. The blouse was one of those almost see-
through kind, and she left off her bra.

Sunny liked the way her nipples poked into the blouse; no guy could
miss them. They weren't as big as her mother's, but they were plenty
sexy, and Judd liked them. She shivered at the memory of his hot mouth
sucking on her boobs, of the weird feeling she got when he pulled one
of them completely into the widened ring of his teeth.

Wearing a pair of the new cork-soled shoes with funky high heels, she
went back downstairs and straight over to the Lorimer house. In the
backyard, she ran into Betsy, and the other girl
blushed.

"Hey," Sunny said. "You don't have to feel funny with me. I screwed
George, too--remember?"

Betsy lifted her eyes. "Okay. Gee--you look terrific. Did you come over
to see me?"

Sunny sat down beside the other girl. "You always look terrific, Betsy.
Look--let's be all the way up front with each other, okay? I mean, we
weren't friends before, but we can be pretty tight now, because we know
things. And we both dig George. Right?"

Betsy nodded, her dark eyes wary yet. "All right, Sunny. What do you
want?"

"Not much," she said, conscious of the warmth where Betsy's thigh was
touching her own. "Just to have your daddy screw my mom."

Betsy jumped visibly. "W-What?"

"Hey--it's not like he's a real straight arrow, you, know. Your daddy
has already fucked me twice--and he made me go down on him, too. But he
paid that back by eating my pussy later. So, I guess he can do the same
things to my mother that he did to me. She's real lonely, and kind of
straight, so I figured to get her out of her rut and turning her on to
your dad. I mean, he's a fantastic fuck."

"Wow!" Betsy breathed softly, her dark eyes going wide. "This is too
unreal. You mean--you my daddy and you?"

"All the way," Sunny @d. "He's a real horny guy, and when I asked him
if he'd ever looked at you that way, you know what he said?"

Betsy asked in a taut whisper: "What did he say?"

"That he thought you were sexy and beautiful, but you were his kid, so
of course there'd be no chance for him to ever fuck you. So he took it
out on me, because he wanted some young ass--because he wanted your
young ass. I don't mean that he doesn't dig fucking me, because he
really does. I turn him on in a far-out way. But you could turn him on
even more."

The other girl swallowed, making a dry noise. "I-I could?"

Sunny took her hand. "Believe it. But we have to get him used to the
idea first. That's why I want him to screw my mom, to get him more
loose about swinging with other chicks."

"You're just going to ask him right out?" A pulse was beating in
Betsy's lean and tanned throat, and high excitement was threaded into
her voice now. "Why don't we--I mean, you and me--if you can spend the
night, maybe we can get him into your bedroom and I can change places
with you in the dark--after he screws you, of course."

Sunny grinned and fondled the hand she was holding; Betsy's fingers
closed upon her own, and Sunny knew she had a real friend now, one she
could share all her secrets with, a girl who would never want to fink
on her, because they'd be too closely tied in. "That's a great idea,
Betsy. I guess my mom can wait to get fucked. She's waited this long,
so she can do without that good cock a little longer. How are we going
to work it, tonight--and where's your mom?"

"My mother is staying over at granny's house until tomorrow. That gives
us all night!"

Putting their heads together, they whispered plans and discarded them,
buzzed excitedly over new ideas, and finally ended with the most simple
one: Sunny would lure Judd Lorimer into the guest bedroom and either
screw him, or slip out to the bathroom in the dark, so that Betsy could
take her place. Judd wouldn't know he was putting the prick to his own
daughter until it was too late. Hot as the man was, Sunny thought, once
he buried the length of that hard prick into a cunt, he would fuck it
until his cum flowed.

"Hey--how about your brother Harry?"

"Late movie at the drive-in," Betsy said. "He goes there to pick up
girls, but he usually just comes home late to jerk off in the
bathroom."

"Then we have it made," Sunny said. "Poor Harry. Doesn't he get to fuck
anybody? He's a nice-looking guy."

"He's okay, I guess. But he gets up-tight around girls."

Sunny said, "He won't, in time."

"Him, too?" Betsy asked, then answered her own question: "So why not?
He'll save a lot of handkerchiefs if he makes it with you."

"And you," Sunny said. "Fuck them one, fuck them all."

Betsy giggled. "I'll bet it would scare the shit out of Harry if I just
walked up and grabbed him by the cock."

Sunny stood up. "There's my mom, pulling the car into the garage. I'll
have to go eat dinner with her, and tell her about me staying over with
you. And then ..."

"Yeah," Betsy said. "I can't wait. Imagine--my own father. I think he's
the sexiest thing alive, and I've listened to him put it to Mom some
nights, so hard that they bump the bed into the wall. He--oh wow,
Sunny! I'm wetting my pants just thinking about it."

"Save all your juice," Sunny advised. "Your dad's prick is every bit as
long as my dog's, but a lot rounder and thicker. He'll stretch your
pussy good."

"I'll love it," Betsy said softly. "If I don't chicken out."

Sunny patted her bare shoulder. "I won't let you cop out. Got to run
now, and make sure my mother stays in front of the TV all night." She
laughed. "Your dad has a rerun to make himself. Whoever he gets to fuck
first, he has to screw the other. And he won't have any trouble. Like I
said, he's a real horny guy."

* * *


"But I have to go pee," she told him. "No, don't turn on the light.
Betsy might see it and think I can't sleep, then she'll come in to
check on me."

"Okay," Judd told her, reluctantly letting go of her naked body. "But
be quiet, now. Damn it--I shouldn't be in here at all, and if you
hadn't kept shaking your ass at me all night ..."

"Shhh," she warned, and slipped from the bed. Feeling her way across
the room, she found the other door. Beyond it, Betsy waited; Sunny
could hear the girl's ragged breathing. Reaching out, she found her in
the darkness and pulled her close.

Lips at Betsy's ear, she murmured: "Go ahead. Just ease in bed next to
him and let him do the rest. Usually he'll fuck first, then play the
other games after. I'll come in later, soon as I know you're getting
screwed real good. You might give a couple of moans to signal me."

"S-Sunny," the other girl whispered, "I'm scared."

Taking her wrist, Sunny pulled Betsy from the bathroom and shoved her
out into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She peed in the
toilet and flushed it, mostly for the covering noise, so Betsy could
move over to the bed and crawl in.

Judd wouldn't be able to tell the difference. He was hot to go, and in
a hurry to fuck and get back to his own bed before either of his kids
heard anything. He wouldn't note the difference in height, or the
slightly bigger tits; he had a bare-assed young schoolgirl in bed with
him, and that was all he cared about.

Cracking the door again, Sunny listened a few seconds before she heard
the hoarse whisper. "Ah, you little bitch! Come on and open your hot
little cunt to me. Here--take my prick in your hand."

Sunny hoped that Betsy didn't freeze; that would blow it all before
they were ready to expose the affair for what it was--a swinging piece
of incest. Was it also incest, Sunny wondered, to fuck any member of
your family? Like George; he was certainly part of the Watson family.

There were rustling sounds from the bed, sliding and giggling noises,
then the unmistakable rhythm of the mattress and springs. Betsy was
getting the meat put to her by her own father, taking her daddy's big,
hard cock into her practically unused pussy. If the dog hadn't spread
her cunt yesterday, Judd might not have been able to stuff his huge
whang into it tonight.

Carefully, Sunny edged across the room, unfamiliar with its furniture,
her eyes only making out vague shapings in the blackness. She could
radar in on the bed by its sounds, and as she neared it, Betsy moaned.

"Ooohh! Oh--aaahhh!"

Despite her arousal, however, Betsy had enough control to not give away
who she was. When her knee tapped gently against the foot of the bed,
Sunny moved around it to the far side.

"What a hot cunt!" Judd muttered. "Every time I fuck it, your pussy has
a new feel to it, baby--hot and tight and juicy. Sweet pussy, little
girl--fine, young cunt wrapped around my cock like wet fire. Shake that
ass, girl!"

Betsy answered by grunting and moaning again, and Sunny peered at the
tangled shadows on the bed, seeing them only as a mingled lumping that
moved and twisted, that bounced on the mattress and wiggled from side
to side. It was easy for Sunny to climb onto the edge of the bed away
from them without breaking the tempo of their screwing, and she did so.

There were urgent quivers running through her own damp cunt; Judd had
been fingering her twat before she pulled the switch on him, and he had
been sucking away at her tits. So Sunny had been stirred up even before
she'd heard--and now felt--the beat of their fucking. Her pussy turned
more humid with each passing second, and she lay back to drift her head
on a pillow, her flesh going hot and taut at every bounce of the bed.

"You marvelous little cocksucker," Judd hissed. "Your cunt is eating me
up, chewing on my prick. I-I'm going to come, baby! I'm just about to
flood your tiny pussy with that hot cum you love so much. Take it,
baby! Take it!"

Sunny trembled at the drawn-out groan that sounded over the bed, her
closed eyes flashing bunting scenes of a prick shooting creamy white
sperm, flinging the precious juice into the air. But it wasn't going
into the air, wasn't being wasted at all. The jism was pouring into
Betsy's hungry pussy, filling it to the brim.

He'd just better have plenty left, Sunny thought, or Judd Lorimer was
going to find his balls working overtime.

Judd and Betsy stopped moving, ceased all motion and melted into that
special kind of stage where all was warm and wonderful, where all was
love and sex. Her tongue licking wetly, avidly over her lips, Sunny
stretched out her hand and found the muscled cheek of Judd's ass; she
trailed her fingertips tightly over the skin until the texture changed,
and she found herself touching the satiny hipbone of Betsy. She stroked
across and down, using a forefinger to gently push between the sweaty
contact of two bellies.

Delicately, she probed through curly hair and found the lovely softness
of Betsy's upper cuntlips, that little protective hood that was
stretched now--and down just a tiny bit farther, there was the
thrilling slickness of the throbbing hot prick. Sunny felt the very
place where Judd's cock fitted so snugly into the caressing lips of his
daughter's pussy.

He moved and murmured something indistinguishable, and his shaft
stirred within the wet grasp of his daughter's cunt. Betsy wiggled
weakly, and Sunny decided the girl had been knocked out of her head by
the fucking she'd received, and was still floating.

Sunny continued to feel the prick and the cunt, playing her fingertips
into the sultry dampness, tickling and petting, getting her own kicks
from manipulating their sex organs, from the games she was inventing.
It was great just to feel how the rod slid into the snatch, and she
wished the light were on.

"Damn," Judd said. "You just can't get enough prick, can you?"

It would have been okay, Sunny thought later, if he hadn't made a
particularly hard shove with his cock just then. Maybe Betsy wouldn't
have answered otherwise, but the drive of the prick seemed to shake the
words from her.

"N-No, daddy! Not when it's yours."

Sunny clamped her fingers fiercely around the thick, wet shaft of his
cock, hanging onto it with a strong grip. Judd flinched and tried to
back out of the cunt his dick was soaking in. Sunny held on, forcing
him to stay where he was.

Judd said aloud: "What the hell! You called me daddy--why?"

Sunny answered him, bringing her other hand up and around so she could
move her fingernails into the hairy cleft of his ass. That helped pin
him into position while he found out what had really been going on,
while he accepted the fact that he had actually been fucking his own
daughter.

She said, "Because you are her daddy, Judd. Your prick is soaking
inside Betsy's cunt--hers was the hot, tight pussy you were going crazy
about. You just fucked your daughter Betsy."

Sunny couldn't hold him. Judd jerked free with a yelp, yanking his cock
from her hand and paying no attention to the rake of nails in his
asshole. The bed bounced, and suddenly a light flashed on. Blinking,
Sunny stared blindly into the unexpected brightness.

"Son of a bitch!" Judd said hoarsely. "It's true!"

"Of course it's true," Sunny said, sitting up on her knees and getting
her eyes adjusted. "How many hands did you think she had--three?"

She saw Betsy lying shocked and limp, her legs spread just as they had
been when her father was between them. Her black-haired pussy gleamed
beautifully with frothy drops of cum, and the inflamed lips peeped
through. Her belly was rising and falling rapidly, and the nipples were
still erect on her fine tits.

Judd glared, standing beside the bed with his cock still rock-hard, its
head glistening with jism left there in his hurried withdrawal from his
daughter's pussy. He said, "This is your fault, Sunny. You dirty little
..."

"Oh, bullshit!" Sunny said. "You know damned well you've wanted to fuck
Betsy for years, and now you've done it. Look at her, scared silly but
wanting you to love her some more, to screw her again. Of course we set
it up, she and I--but only because she'd rather have you fuck her than
anyone else in the world."

Staring down at the supine form of his naked daughter, Judd said
gently, "Is that right, dear? Betsy, is that what you wanted very
much?"

Without opening her eyes, Betsy whispered, "Very much, daddy."

Sunny smiled and caressed her friend's flank, running her hand up over
the hip and the rib cage to a sweet, quivering tit. "Just leave the
light on, Judd. Nobody has anything to hide here."

He sat down on the bed beside his girl, feasting his eyes on the slim,
tanned contours of her bare body, his gaze bright, his tongue touching
his lips repeatedly.

Sunny said, "Go ahead, man--feel her. She's dying for you to do it."

Then she sat back to watch the man fondle his daughter, seeing his
hands move at first with awed hesitation all over her body, from cheek
to tit, from hip to belly and lightly over the trembling pussy with
globules of his own sperm drying on it. Judd grew bolder, more excited,
and leaned to kiss his daughter's mouth.

When his lips touched hers, Betsy threw her arms around his neck and
cried out, "Oh, Daddy--Daddy! I love you so. Hold me, Daddy. Pet me and
kiss me all over and tell me how much you love me, too. You did it to
me, Daddy--you fucked me and you liked it. You said I had a fine, hot
pussy, so tight and grinding. You came in me, Daddy. Say you love me.
Tell me you want to fuck me some more."

His hands were everywhere then, cupping her crotch, her ass, moving up
to cuddle a tit, down again to wander over her smooth belly. "You bet I
do, baby--always and always. You're beautiful and hot, and I'll always
want my prick inside you. For years, I watched you wiggle this darling
little ass, and I sneaked looks at your tits when your blouses were
loose, and I kept worrying about all the kids your own age, boys who
were trying to screw you. I wanted your cunt for myself, baby."

"I'm glad, Daddy. Oh, I'm so glad!" Betsy said things into his mouth
and against his teeth, and then her tongue took over the conversation
in a different way, dipping into his panting mouth.

"Hey," Sunny said, "I'm glad for both of you--but I also want to be
glad for me. I could've fucked him first, you know, and that might have
messed up this whole operation."

Betsy pulled away from her father, her face turning to Sunny. "Oh--
sure, Sunny. I'm sorry. I'm just so wrapped up in my daddy."

"So let's both get wrapped up with him," Sunny said. "He's a lot of
man, your father. He ought to be able to handle both of us."

Judd smiled at her, a strangely gentle smile. "Of course, I can. Any
man worth his jism would leap at the chance to screw two beautiful
young girls at the same time. Let me get between you, kids--and we'll
go on from there."

When he lay on his back between them, Sunny pushed her body against his
left side, and Betsy moved her body against his right side. They
caressed him, kissed his cheeks, his mouth, worked their hands up and
down his quivering body. Once their hands met at his upright and
pulsing cock, and Sunny squeezed the other girl's fingers as well.

"See how big it is?" Sunny asked. "You didn't have much trouble taking
it, did you?"

"Only at first," Betsy said, "when I was so scared. But when he kept
pushing this huge cockhead into my pussy, I got wetter and it slid in
okay. But he really packs your cunt, doesn't he?"

"You girls are driving me crazy," Judd said, a hand on each ass.

"Not yet," Sunny answered. "Wait a few minutes, and we'll really freak
you out. Since you've already fucked your daughter's pretty little
cunt, how would you like to show her what it's like to be eaten? She's
never had anyone cat her pussy, Judd."

He said, "I'd like that fine." Betsy's eyes widened as she stared at
Sunny, who said, "It's great, really. And while he eats you out, he can
be screwing me at the same time. There'll be one of us on each end.
I'll sit on his cock, and you can sit on your daddy's face."

"Is--is that all right, Daddy?" Betsy asked.

Judd stroked her shoulder. "Sure, baby. You can face Sunny, and hold
hands, or watch each other when you're coming, or anything you want to
do. Two sweet, gorgeous little girls--and me taking care of them both."

"It's going to be far-out," Sunny said, the blood racing in her thighs,
and a hot flame beginning to kindle in her belly. She crawled over him
and spread her knees wide, balancing above the flagpole of his massive
prick, her entire pussy ravenous for the touch of its shiny knob. But
she'd wait until Betsy was ready, too.

"Climb over his face like this," she said to the other girl. "Just hang
there until we can both sit down together."

"Won't I hurt you, Daddy?" Betsy asked anxiously, hesitating above him
with her sleek thighs spread.

He stared up into her open cunt, a smile on his lips, and took her by
the cheeks of her ass. "No, baby--just grind and wiggle all you want
to. I'm very proud to be the @t man to eat your gorgeous cunt."

"Do I just kind of ease down on your face?"

"Right on my mouth, darling."

Sunny saw Betsy's thighs tremble slightly; then she reached down to set
the head of his stiff prick into the eager wet lips of her own pussy.
it felt crazy, terrific, and she slid down on his dick with a deep
sigh. His shaft penetrated her slidy cunt easily, what with the steady
pressure from her body bearing down upon it, and Sunny moved her
fingers to the sac of his balls, reaching around behind her ass to do
so.

"Oh man," she breathed raggedly. "Oh, man--it's in me again. How I love
this big prick!"

Her free hand reached out and found support in Betsy's hand, and as her
crotch came down all the way to the roots of Judd's cock, she saw the
other girl's black-furred pussy close over his open mouth. Betsy
clenched her hand spasmodically and moaned.

"Crazy, isn't it?" Sunny asked. "He'll freak You out when he sucks your
clit. I mean, your daddy can really eat out a pussy."

Betsy's lashes fluttered and closed tightly as she began to roll her
ass and grind the softness of her snatch on her daddy's mouth. Rapture
twisted her face and she began to rock back and forth, her ass rolling
gently in her father's hands.

Sunny knew how the girl felt, the tremendous feelings that were moving
through Betsy's cunt, the sensuous rhythms that were building within
her mind, the peerless intimacy of having a tongue up her pussy, and
more especially, her own daddy's tongue.

But Sunny had something up her own snatch, a thick and filling cock
that she moved on, rotating her ass and seesawing to make it scrape
tenderly over every possible inch of her inner cunt. She concentrated
on the area of her clitoris, wiggling just lightly on the huge tool so
she wouldn't build her orgasm too quickly.

"It's--so--wild!" Betsy said, mouthing the words one by one,
punctuating them with soft gasps as she swirled her feverish cunt on
her father's mouth.

And Sunny answered, "Ooohh! Oh, yes! I know how he does it, how he uses
that tongue and his teeth, how he can suck a pussy inside out. But you
know how wonderful this great, big prick is, too. It's so long and
thick, it packs my pussy from end to end. Oh, Judd--Judd, darling--just
rock your hips a little, lover. Ah yes, that's it!"

The girls held hands, twining nervous fingers like tender nettings,
twisting and clenching to match the motions of their asses.

Then somehow Sunny found her hands reaching farther, and found that
Betsy Lorimer was leaning to meet them. She took hold of the girl's
tits, fondled them, mashed them flat, allowed them to spring up again,
so she could roll the beautiful nipples in her fingers.

And Betsy began to caress Sunny's boobs, too. They played with their
tits, their breath coming faster and faster. One of them rode a prick,
the other made a saddle of a man's face. They squirmed and gasped, and
hunched and stroked.

Betsy cried out: "I'm screwing my daddy in the mouth! Oh, Daddy
darling--my lovely father--lick my pussy, eat my cunt! I'm going to
come, Daddy! I'm just about to come--come--COME!"

Sunny writhed under the sudden, almost painful pressure of the other
girl's fingers digging into her tits, but the slippery thrusting of the
big prick within the grip of her blazing cunt wiped out all other
feeling.

She rocked on the shaft, slid forward so that it slipped nearly out of
her flexing pussy, then pushed herself back so that his cock was bent
in the middle. She rolled from side to side, making a grinder of her
cunt, rolling his prick around in its clasp. It was good--and she felt
the onrush of her climax, knew that she was going to come before he
did.

But he fooled her; his cockhead swelled like a dog's, and shot a
blistering stream of cum that showered her cunt. Sunny met the typhoon
with her orgasmic heavings, and lifted her hands away before she hurt
Betsy's tits.

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.