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PB-102 The Family Pet by Conrad Sloan


Chapter 1


Sunny came awake to a delightful tingling of her dainty cunt, and for 
the first startled moment, she thought she'd napped too long in the 
backyard sun and was blistering again. With her tender skin, it was so 
easy to sunburn.

But it was only George, licking at her thighs again, acting silly as a 
dog could. She tried to bring her knees together, but somehow, he had 
gotten in between them this time; his hairy body was thick and muscled 
when she squeezed, and the solidity of it made a funny little thrill 
race up her backbone.

"George," she said lazily, "go away, George." But she didn't really 
mean it. His nose snuffled deeply into the swim-suit bottom she wore, 
and the heat of his breath increased the tingling in her snatch.

Tugging the towel down over herself, Sunny thought that it wouldn't 
hurt to let the crazy dog have his way, to let him lick at her pussy 
until he was tired of it. Besides, it felt so good. She lifted her butt 
and gave a wiggle that helped her slide the swim suit down, but she had 
to put one bare foot against George's wide chest to shove him back far 
enough so she could get the almost-bikini off her legs.

Quickly then, she made a tent of the big towel and spread her knees so 
George could stick his soft, hairy muzzle back into place over her 
crotch. He did it quickly, eager to get his hot, wet tongue going on 
her feathery-haired pussy.

Of course, she didn't mean to let him try anything else, just the hot 
and ticklish lapping he was always trying on her cunt. Ever since the 
Great Dane grew up, it seemed like he was hungry to lick her twat. And 
her mother was always saying, watch out for that dog, Sunny--slap him 
when he does that. But her mom didn't understand about the tingles.

"Ooohh!" Sunny said out loud, arching her back some as the dog licked 
hotly right into her pussylips. He'd never been right down to those 
before, and the sensation was wild, crazy. His tongue shot a wet fire 
up her cunt, and she began to roll her ass, the way she did when she 
was finger-fucking herself and getting to the point where she might 
come.

Maybe George would lap her snatch long enough to make her come; he 
seemed content to keep at it, and his tongue felt wonderful, rubbing 
away at her pussy like that. She wondered if her orgasm would be big, 
and trembled all over.

But Sunny kept her head enough to look quickly around the yard, to peer 
into the tall hedge that separated their backyard from the Lorimers'. 
She sure didn't want any of them to catch George snuffling at her pussy 
this way, and she spread the towel wider over his head, pretending to 
be wrestling with her dog.

George worked his tongue furiously into her pussy, spreading the 
cuntlips apart some, slurping into her hot slit and whining deep in his 
chest.

It was great for her, getting to her in a way that using her finger 
never had. Sunny reached beneath the towel and pushed his head down, 
shoved his hairy muzzle deeper into her heaving snatch. She rolled her 
hips and lifted to it, kind of fucked him in his nose, while the good 
feeling got better and better in her pussy.

"Oh, George!" she panted, swinging her head from side to side and 
breathing harshly. "Oh George, eat me up! Just eat up my pussy!"

The big dog seemed to understand, to respond, for his long, thick 
tongue pushed harder, licked more avidly, and a hot, bright spot began 
to grow swiftly around her stimulated clit. Her cunt got all hot 
inside, turned wetter and juicier, and she humped jerkily on his 
muzzle, quivered and gasped as she started to come.

It was far-out, a thrilling sensation that made Sunny hump her crotch 
to him, that made her kick her slim legs and dig her fingers into 
George's wide head.

"C-Coming!" she husked. "Oh George, you big, horny dog-you're m-making 
me COME!"

Her heels beat against the grass and great, racking shudders whipped 
over her taut body. She came, and came, her eyes rolling back in her 
head and her teeth locked into her lower lip. The sun overhead seemed 
to flash on and off, and she fell back limply, about half-knocked out 
of her head.

Weak and spent, she lay flat upon the grass while her small tits heaved 
up and down and her mind spun like a biker doing wheelies. She knew 
that George was still lapping her inflamed pussy, but she didn't know 
when he stopped. In a daze, she was sorry he quit, because it wouldn't 
take all that much more to make her come again.

The dog's big head came up under the towel, tangled there, and Sunny 
had to help him get out of it. Then she was sorry she did, because 
George had his front paws clamped into her rib cage and he was 
squeezing her hard. And--she recoiled in shock--and she felt the 
prodding of his cock, that slick, hard cock that was blindly reaching 
for the entrance to her wet cunt.

She wiggled, struggled to push him off her, but Sunny only succeeded in 
bumping her belly up against his. George held on, humping his back and 
thrusting forward steadily with that long, pointy cock. Once it slid 
across her hairy little cunt mound, and she bucked wildly beneath his 
weight. Panting, she had to turn her head aside from his dripping 
tongue, and the move threw her crotch into his moving prick again. It 
was slippery, oozing some liquid, and her pussy was slippery, too, 
skidding along under the intensity of that very stiff dog cock.

Suddenly, the tip of it poked into her pussylips. Sunny quivered 
sharply and tried to wiggle off the end of George's hard rod, but he 
kept humping and pushing, and somehow, Sunny bounced the wrong way. It 
went into her cunt!

The dog's prick slipped into her twat, right between the lips that had 
been turned so slippery by his licking, and she flinched because his 
prick was so hard, harder than she had expected or imagined. Knobby on 
the end, and shoving, poking, right up into her hole where only her 
finger had ever been before.

Sunny was scared. She clawed at the big, powerful dog, and her curled 
fingers only slid down his short-haired hide. She tried to push him up 
with her bent knees, but he was far too heavy for that, and his cock 
penetrated deeper into her snatch. Now it hurt; it hurt like hell, hurt 
like crazy, and she was just about to scream, but fought back the panic 
just in time.

Mom wasn't home, but the Lorimers probably were, and she didn't want 
any of them to come running, to catch her being screwed by her own dog. 
She'd just have to fight George off by herself, before his huge prick 
ripped her cunt wide open, made her bleed and took her cherry.

Sunny wrapped her arms around his heavy neck and tried to wheel him off 
to one side, but the dog had the feel of her inner pussy now, and would 
not be denied. He bent his back and plowed his ramrodding cock deeper 
into her tightly resisting cunt. Sunny felt the cockhead strike against 
something elastic, against some buried membrane that stretched and 
pained.

"George!" she hissed. "Get off me! Stop that! GEORGE!"

He was too far gone to listen; he only squeezed her surging body 
tighter between his paws and pounded that insistent prick more strongly 
against the barricade of her cherry.

"N-No!" she grunted. "Oh, no! Don't-do-it!"

But she couldn't get herself free, couldn't loosen the impaling cock 
working like a lance into her pussy. And the pain--quick and sharp and 
over in a single flashing moment--so that now she felt the slick dong 
moving, and the swelling of the knob on the end of the dog's hungry 
cock. Now she knew the deep tickle of a prick within her cunt, where 
she had imagined one would be before too much longer.

But the future was now, and she wasn't a virgin anymore; she felt the 
extra wetness of blood and thought crazily that being screwed by her 
dog wasn't exactly the way she had pictured losing her cherry. But at 
least George couldn't knock her up, and since it was already done and 
she had tried like hell to stop it ...

George grunted and shoved; his cock rammed into her cunt all the way to 
his hairy balls, and Sunny knew that her snatch could take it all 
without ripping, that her tightly clenching pussy could swallow every 
swollen inch of the dog's big prick without tearing.

And his cock felt terrific. It felt wonderful, buried so deeply in her 
cunt that she could feel the hard tip nudging her cervix. She was being 
fucked! All the sex-education classes and the girls giggling and the 
hot night dreams had led to this crazy moment. His big rod felt 
marvelous, filling her pussy and making her ass go tight.

George humped in and out of her cunt eagerly, and the thrill of that 
distended prick slipping over her vibrant clit was almost too much. 
Sunny thought she was going to faint.

She didn't pass out, because that doggie cock felt too good. She rode 
it back and slithered forward when it pumped into her box once more. 
The swollen tool bulged inside her clinging pussy, and she wondered 
dimly if she and George could get hung up, like she had seen a bitch 
dog and a male do once. It would be nice in one way, to keep this 
tremendous cock inside her hot cunt for just as long as she wanted it, 
fucking until she came, and came again, and came once more.

But getting hung up with George there in the backyard wouldn't be so 
cool. In her bedroom at night, after her mom was asleep, that would be 
okay. But not here and not now, right out in the open daylight. The 
towel that had covered her was gone, kicked away in the scuffle, and 
when she looked down by twisting her head a little, she could watch the 
shiny red prick pumping in and out of the lightly haired lips of her 
dripping pussy.

Oh wow, she thought, wow! George's cockhead was bumping against her 
womb, and making her head bob up and down, and she had to have 
something to hold onto, or the dog might fuck her right on down through 
the lawn. She clung to his neck and got her feet up, up, until her 
ankles could cross above the dog's back. She hiked her crotch to his 
thrusts then, and swung her ass in quickening circles, because she was 
on the verge of coming.

Coming--in her first screw! It was wilder than using her finger, more 
fantastic than having the dog lick her pussy. His cock slammed deep 
into her snatch and pulled back for another battering-ram stroke, and 
when he plunged his dick to the balls again, she quivered in ecstasy.

Sunny came, hugging George and fucking back at him, clinging to his 
body with her legs and arms, clinging to his prick with the hot, wet 
walls of her pussy. Lights flashed on and off within her head, and 
crazy things happened to her clit, bombed inside her cunt. Her asshole 
snapped tight as a rubber band, and she felt his swinging balls massage 
it.

George kept right on grinding that stiff dog cock into her blazing 
cunt, ramming and banging it, and her legs slid off his back, but only 
to brace her heels against the grass so she could rock her crotch 
upward to meet his lunges, so that her cunt could absorb every terrific 
inch of that hard and slippery cock.

George whined then, his breath hot in her car and his damp muzzle 
pressing against her cheek. She felt her tits rubbing their erect 
nipples into his heaving chest, felt the rise and fall of his hairy 
belly as he shoved the prick to her cunt in a last, savage burst of 
power.

He shot off inside her. Sunny trembled from head to foot as hot dog 
sperm spurted from his greatly swollen cockhead. The boiling jazz hosed 
her entire womb, splashed searingly against the walls of her cunt and 
packed the length of her pussy.

Thick and creamy, it flowed over his throbbing prick and a few drops 
squeezed out of her rubbery cuntlips to puddle in the crack of her 
steamy ass. Blissfully, Sunny rolled her crotch, rolled the hard cock 
around inside her frothy cunt and over the aching button of her 
clitoris.

Moaning softly to herself, clenching her teeth, she heaved her pussy 
against the dog's balls, pushed it wetly into his crotch. She burrowed 
her stiff nipples into his muscled chest and moaned again, softly and 
with the craziest feeling blossoming within her overheated body.

"I'm coming again!" she hissed. "Oh George, you lovely, wonderful dog 
with the lovely, wonderful prick--you're making me come again--COME!"

As if in answer, George's ballooned cockhead gave a last spurt of hot 
jazz, and Sunny reveled in the buttery sensations within her flexing 
pussy, went just a little bit insane with the contortions of her snatch 
and her ass. The coming was even more tremendous than it had been when 
he licked her off, even better than the first time she had ridden and 
bucked to rapture upon this deeply buried cock that was still stiff as 
a poker.

It was as if she had a strobe light in her cunt, as if it were flashing 
on and off and making everything inside her jerky, jumpy. It was as if 
a color wheel were spinning red-orange and green-blue. Every nerve end 
of her body tingled and sparked, and the orgasm raced everywhere within 
her being.

It was the sweetest and the sexiest thing ever. The dog's cock was her 
very own; she possessed it in her pussy and held it prisoner by the 
muscles of her cunt. The great cockhead pulsed and turned greasy inside 
its tender trap, but the dog just balanced above her, stopped in the 
motions of his fucking, held in the diminishing throes of his coming.

Oddly, Sunny thought that this must be George's first fuck, too. Poor 
George, she mused; he couldn't even masturbate himself, although he 
could lick his own prick. She wished she could stretch herself around 
so that she could lap her own hot pussy. But they would both make do 
very well now, by screwing each other.

She had her own lover now. She had George, who could fuck her for as 
long as she wanted, who could throw big, sizzling loads of rushing cum 
into her cunt and not make her pregnant. But now that the walls were 
down and the no-no times finished with, Sunny thought she would start 
taking the Pill anyway, because, as her mom said, you could never tell 
what might happen.

Her poor mom, thought Sunny. She didn't have a lover.

Sunny slid tentatively upward, and George allowed his hard cock to slip 
almost out of her snatch. Only the cockhead hung a bit, but then her 
pussylips stretched a little more, and with a wet plop! The dog's prick 
snapped out of her cunt.

Sunny grabbed for the big towel, and frowned suddenly at the hedge 
nearby. But then she told herself that she hadn't seen a movement in 
it, that her imagination was working overtime.



Chapter 2


Sunny was thirteen, but now she felt much older, like maybe twenty-five 
or so. She lay back in the hot water of her bathtub and smiled when she 
rubbed her thighs gently together. After all, she wasn't a cherry now; 
her fuck with George had turned her into a woman, and girlhood was 
behind her.

Losing her cherry hadn't really hurt, either--not much. And now she 
only felt a tiny bit of sensitivity in her pussy. She'd soak in the 
tub, and think about all the fun ahead of her, the wild times she and 
lovely old George would have together.

It was funny how it got started, Sunny mused. Dogs fucked other dogs by 
mounting them from the back, where the female's cunt was set, so she 
hadn't expected to get screwed from the front. Still, George could fuck 
from both directions, she supposed.

And his prick--long and slidy hard and shiny, with a knob on the end 
that swelled up big and powerful when he was about to come, or coming. 
That trick made her own orgasm even better, adding sensations just at 
the very moment when the hot sperm was shooting out into her cunt.

Soaping the washrag, she slid the bubbles over her tits, tickled them 
awhile, and wished as always that they were bigger, like her mom's 
boobs. But her mother tried to make those nice jugs look smaller by 
wearing loose blouses and the like.

Sunny hiked her ass so she could wash tenderly at her cuntmound, 
wiggling a little at the feelings it caused. She'd never been so turned 
on; it was like George had left more than just his hot jism inside her 
pussy; he had deposited some special kind of tingling, an electric 
vibration that made her want to scratch where she couldn't quite reach.

Tentatively, she eased the tip of her finger against the slick pink 
tissues that lay between the puffy lips of her cunt. It felt wonderful, 
but not as marvelous as it had before George fucked her. Was her twat 
stretched by the dog's big prick? Had he forced her pussy out of shape 
and made it looser?

She didn't know about those things, but she certainly hoped not. 
Withdrawing her fingertip, she let her ass sink beneath the hot water 
again. She'd ask her mother about such sex problems, if she dared. Her 
mom would probably only blush and turn away, and there'd never be any 
answer.

And she couldn't really be completely honest with her mother, anyway. 
Suppose she went right up and said: Hey, Mom, I've been fucking this 
dog--you know, good old George--and I wanted to know if his big prick 
could stretch me out of shape like a used rubber band--and--what's 
that, Mom? Yes, I said George and I have been fucking ...

Sunny slapped the surface of the water with her open palm, making a 
sound like she knew her mother would make when she fainted and hit the 
floor.

So much for sex-problem interviews with her mother, and there was 
nobody else around that Sunny could talk to. She remembered her father 
as a standoffish type of guy, seldom home and always on the road in his 
business. The road killed him three years ago--or, more to the point, 
the freeway. His wife had been a widow ever since, and all his work 
hadn't left them much more than enough to get by.

Of course, her mother played the widow bit to the hilt, looking sad and 
never going out on a date with a man. Sunny rinsed her body and sat up 
in the tub, shaking her head; after a woman had been fucked for a 
while, years even, how could she possibly go back to not fucking? You 
couldn't return to being a virgin, so why not make the most of your 
experience? Especially since her mother was such a good-looking woman, 
only thirty-two years old, tall and willowy, with those big, firm 
boobs.

Sunny climbed from the tub and leaned over to pull the plug. She stayed 
in that bent position, twisting her head around so she could see in the 
full-length mirror on the opposite wall. This was almost the way she 
would look to George if she let him screw her in the way that was most 
natural to him--dog fashion.

Her ass was all wet and gleaming, and the crack was just about 
hairless, but she could make out the light shagginess of her pussy 
hair. She would have to keep her ass higher than her upper body, she 
thought, get down on elbows and knees, rather than on her hands and 
knees, so that her pussy would tilt up at him more. He could get his 
cock into her hole easier that way, since she wasn't built exactly like 
a female dog.

Grinning, Sunny stood erect and turned to stare at her crotch in the 
mirror. She was every bit as bitchy as a female dog in heat, though. 
Only she was glad that her kind of bitch didn't have to wait around and 
come in season every so often; she could fuck anytime she wanted to. 
And that was going to be just about every time she got the slightest 
chance.

She dried herself quickly, squirming at the contact of the fluffy 
towel, thinking how sensitive she was all over her body; her skin was 
very tender, and every fine hair on her arms and legs seemed to stand 
straight up. She felt like screwing again right now, and she wondered 
briefly if George could go again so soon.

Word among her giggling classmates was that a man kind of burned 
himself out right away, while a woman could fuck all night. Once the 
man shot his wad, the girls said, his cock went soft and he had to wait 
a long time before it would get hard for him again--and they all knew 
no guy could screw with a soft prick.

Coming closer to the mirror, Sunny checked her skin for scratches; it 
wouldn't do for George to leave claw marks on her body, where her 
mother might see them and wonder.

And she remembered that George's prick hadn't gone all soft and squishy 
after he came in her pussy. His cock had remained stiff and rigid; only 
the big head had shrunk back to the size it had been before he squirted 
off. Was it possible that dogs were better and longer fuckers than guys 
were?

She hoped so, because she was still touchy and excited all over her 
newly aroused body. Going to the narrow window, she peered down into 
the backyard and saw that the dog was chained to his house. Most of the 
time, George stayed inside their home with her, especially at night, 
but her mom wanted him outside during most of the day. And since they 
had fucked, she thought it was safer to chain George up until she got 
her head together again.

There he was, stretched out on his belly, sound asleep, and she felt a 
twinge of resentment. The damned dog ought to be sitting up with a 
hard-on, panting for another chance at her pussy. Then she thought that 
he might be pooped out, firing such a huge load of sperm into her cunt. 
After all, it had been George's first fuck, too.

Smiling at that idea, she turned from the window and rummaged for her 
mother's perfume. She used the good stuff, dabbing some in the cleft of 
her ass and on her pussy hairs, in her belly button and under her arms. 
Sunny liked the smell of it, and hoped George would, too.

This time, she'd bring him in the house and up to her bedroom, where no 
prying eyes could watch them screw. She frowned. Had anyone watched, or 
was it only her imagination?

Wrapping herself into a terrycloth robe, she found her rubber sandals 
and slid her feet into them. Well, if somebody had watched her with 
George, she'd know about it before long. But meanwhile, her mother 
wasn't going to be home for hours, and Sunny was getting anxious to 
repeat the glorious experience she'd had earlier. She wanted to know if 
fucking was really as far-out as it seemed.

Shivering a little with anticipation, she hurried down the stairs and 
through the kitchen, going out the back door. She almost bumped into 
the man on the I steps, and caught her breath in shock and fear.

"Oh! Oh, wow--Mr. Lorimer! Man, you just about scared me to death, 
standing here like this."

He grinned at her, a burly man with black eyes and hair curling up from 
the open collar of his sports shirt. "Hi, Sunny. Is your mom home?"

She shook her head. "No, and she won't be back for a couple of hours, 
maybe even longer. She's over at her sister's house across town, and my 
aunt always talks an arm and leg off."

"Two hours, huh?" He looked up at her where she stood two steps higher 
than him, and she felt the hotness of his eyes. Judd Lorimer lived next 
door with his wife and two kids, and was old--about forty or so. But 
he'd always made her think of the bad guy, all hairy and husky, even if 
he'd never done anything to appear evil.

"I guess," she said, looking beyond the man to where George was waiting 
impatiently for her, whining a little and sitting erect now.

"That's fine," Judd Lorimer said. "You can help me, then. How about if 
I use your phone, Sunny? Ours is out of order, and I have a pretty 
important call to make."

She supposed she was going to have to be polite; with another look at 
her dog, Sunny backed up the steps and said, "Sure, Mr. Lorimer, come 
on in."

The telephone was in the living room, on the little table against the 
wall, and she led him to it. "Just take your time. You don't care if I 
don't hang around to let you out, do you? I mean, you know the way and 
all ..."

He didn't reach for the phone, but for her; his big, powerful paw 
closed over her wrist. "You real anxious to get back to that dog, 
baby?"

Stunned, she stared wide-eyed at him. "W-What do you mean?"

His other hand came out, and Sunny's robe was flipped open by it, the 
belt popped loose by the casual pressure of his great strength. Sunny 
couldn't believe this was happening to her.

Judd said, "I mean if you're so eager to fuck that dog again, he'll 
just have to wait. Because you're going to fuck me first."

Sunny gasped. "I-I-what do you ... Oh, no!" Suddenly she knew what he 
meant, and knew with a sharp clarity that she hadn't been mistaken 
about seeing someone in the hedges a while back.

Judd Lorimer had been there, peeping at her when she screwed George. 
How awful of him, how terrible! But what she thought didn't change 
anything; he'd watched her, seen her take the dog's big cock into her 
pussy, saw her fuck the Great Dane. And now Judd Lorimer had her by the 
arm with her robe hanging open, and she was just too damned scared to 
scream.

"Yeah, baby," he said hoarsely, his hot eyes flicking over her exposed 
tits and the curly golden triangle of her pussy. As she tried to cross 
her legs in some weak gesture of self-protection, he said, "I see you 
got the idea. You try to yell rape or any of that bullshit, I tell your 
mom about that dog sticking his meat into you, and about you hugging 
him and moaning and screwing him back. That the first time you ever 
fucked him, kid?"

Helplessly, terrified, she nodded agreement. "The-the only time, Mr. 
Lorimer. Oh, please let me go!"

"No way," he said, and swung her so that she had to run tippytoe or 
fall. He was so strong, it scared her more. "The couch'll do," he 
grunted, "and you don't have to try and hide that pretty little ass 
under a towel."

"But I don't want to. I-I-Please!"

Sunny's heart was beating crazily and her tummy jerked around inside. 
No one could know about the dog, because now she felt ashamed about 
being fucked by George.

Lorimer let go her aching wrist, but caught her robe and spun her face 
down upon the couch, her legs flailing. When she rolled over and tried 
to cover her pussy with her hands, he was standing with her robe 
dangling from his fingers. He dropped it like a pale leaf upon the 
floor and her breath hung in her throat, blocked by the pulse hammering 
madly there.

As he unbuckled his belt, Judd said, "You're a beautiful little bitch. 
I've been sweating you out for a year or more, but I never figured I'd 
really get the chance to fuck you, because you're so young--only a 
kid." He laughed abruptly. "But a kid with a hot little ass, a kid that 
gets fucked by a big dog."

"I didn't mean to--let George do it to me," she breathed. "It just kind 
of happened."

Judd stripped off his shirt; she saw the matted black hair sprouting 
thickly everywhere, and the two brown nipples poking through the fur. 
Her eyes followed his hands when he unzipped his pants and kicked off 
his sneakers.

She saw the size of his boner before he took off his shorts, but 
thought it was impossible.

Then the real thing leaped out before her startled gaze, and Sunny 
wanted to scream, to run, to be anywhere on earth except where she was 
at that moment. The man's prick was a monster--fully as long as 
George's, but so much bigger around, so much thicker that it seemed 
swollen completely out of shape.

The cockhead was huge, expanded out of proportion, gleaming a dark 
lavender and with a sticky-looking drop of clear liquid trembling upon 
its blunt tip. Its shaft was heavy, encircled with bulging dark veins, 
and the bails below were puffed beyond reasonable size, overgrown 
bushily with his crotch hair,

He saw her terror and said, "You took that dog's cock, you can take 
mine, baby. The main thing is not to fight it, because then you can 
hurt yourself, and I sure don't want that beautiful little cunt torn 
up. Just relax as much as you can, and once I get my prick into your 
sweet little pussy, you can do whatever you want--shake it and grind 
it, like you did when you screwed your big dog."

Sunny tried to calm herself, to get over being afraid, because no 
matter what she did or said, this big and hairy man meant to fuck her, 
even if he had had to hold her down and rape her. It would be very easy 
for him, she realized; he could slap her and shove his massive cock 
into her snatch before her head stopped spinning.

And he still had the upper hand, because he could always tell her 
mother. A jarring thought flashed through her mind then: Maybe her mom 
would flip out and do something completely crazy--like sending George 
out and having the vet destroy him!

"D-Don't hurt me," she whispered up at Lorimer.

His smile was wet and wide, and he moved to the couch. "Spread those 
fine legs, baby. You're such a dainty little bitch."

He sat on the couch, taking her legs and placing them across his lap. 
Sunny flinched when she felt the hot rigidity of his erect shaft, felt 
the spongy yet hard-cored head of his heavy prick. He bent it down, 
slid it up and between the calves of her legs, then pressed her legs 
together so that his cock was held prisoner between them.

"Beautiful young legs," he said, moving his stiff cock between them, 
"lovely kid's legs--so smooth and fine. Delicate calves and sleek 
knees, tiny feet and thighs like polished bronze. Man, oh man--it feels 
so damned good to slide my prick up and down them, baby. I always 
wanted to fuck a real young kid, a sweet little kid like you, with a 
hot ass and a tight pussy."

He was managing to turn her on with his voice, his passionate words and 
the longing in them--and he thought she was beautiful and sexy. But 
Sunny was still scared of the size of his cock.

Lifting one leg up, Lorimer turned his body so that the bulbous head of 
his hungry prick was facing her, aimed in between her thighs. Sunny 
shuddered and clenched her hands. But he didn't crawl right over on top 
of her, as George would have done.

Instead, he rubbed the head of his cock softly and teasingly over the 
skin of her knee, over the softness of her thigh, and Sunny found 
herself going all tickly, turning warm inside. When he took one of her 
hands in his, she didn't struggle, but she didn't open her eyes, 
either.

"Here," he said. "Feel it, baby. It won't bite you."

Her fingers were placed on his prick, right on the throbbing head, and 
she could feel the pulse beat there! Trembling, she balanced her 
fingertips there for a long and breathless moment, then dared enough to 
feel over the shape of his prick, the giving yet sturdy strength of it.

Sunny's fingers slipped in something oily, in a warm and slippery 
liquid. Come, she thought--then wondered if a man could come before he 
actually screwed. Hypnotized, she peeked through her eyelashes and 
watched her hand follow the outlines of the massive prick, saw and felt 
the heft and size of it, the huge trunk, and then she explored the 
heavily forested sac which held his balls.

Everything he had was so much larger than the Great Dane's, nice and 
long, nice and thick. Her cunt softened, loosened itself as her inner 
lubrication began to flow. He wasn't rushing her, wasn't raping her, 
even though he'd given her no choice and told her that she must fuck 
him.

Her hand worked its way back up the shaft of his cock, and she felt him 
gently touching the hairs of her pussy, felt him caressing her mound 
with amazingly tender fingers.

"A marvelous young cunt," he said softly. "Perfectly shaped, and just 
lightly dusted with these golden curls. The lips of your pussy are 
works of art, baby, and your trim ass is a masterpiece of its own."

Judd was really being very nice, she thought, and she rolled her ass to 
show him she was pleased. He worked a finger into her gash then, and 
she shivered some, but didn't try to back off it. Especially since he 
was being so careful and feeling around, making her oils run more 
freely. Then he began teasing her clit, rubbing it cautiously but 
tantalizingly, seemingly halfway afraid that it would break, but also 
excited about touching it.

When he pulled his finger out, Sunny was genuinely sorry; it was 
thrilling to have a different finger inside her pussy, rather than just 
her own. Then he said, "Let go my prick now, baby. Keep your legs open 
and that sweet cunt tilted up. And first ..."

He loomed over her like a hairy teddy bear, wide and dark, but she was 
fast losing her fear of the man as she gained confidence in the power 
of her own cunt.

He came down upon her, his mouth covering hers, his woolly chest 
against her hardened nipples, and the pulsing length of his prick 
against her belly. It was the first time she had ever been kissed by a 
grown man, and as his tongue pushed demandingly into her lips, she 
thought that he must be supporting his weight on hands and knees, that 
he wasn't crushing her as she'd figured he might.

Thick and wet and hot, his tongue shoved into her mouth, filled it, so 
that she had to suck breath sharply through her nose. His hands were at 
her tits, fondling and squeezing them, rolling the nipples between his 
fingers. Wiggling his hips, he made his prick rub back and forth over 
her tummy and the warm, hard feel of it, the rhythm of his movement, 
made her so hot she couldn't lie still a second longer.

Frantically then, she was kissing him back, rolling her tongue over 
his, raking her teeth over his and biting at his lips. Her ass began to 
clench its cheeks, to hike her crotch, to swing in small, hungry arcs. 
Sunny wanted to be fucked, needed the big prick she felt too far from 
her longing slit, needed it down there where her cuntlips were steaming 
and the hole behind them was flexing.

A man--a big, hard man--and he wanted to fuck her as much as she craved 
it now; he called her beautiful and said she had a marvelous young 
cunt, and she got her hand back on his cock. Clinging tightly to his 
rod, she hunched down and guided the big head to her quivering 
pussylips.

Tearing her mouth free of his, she gasped: "Now-now! Put it in me right 
now! I want it--need that cock--have to get it in me or I'll freak out. 
Come on, Mr. Lorimer, come on!"

She stuffed the blunt end of his cock into her gash, tried to wiggle 
her pussy over it, but had to have his help, and Sunny sighed when he 
gave a convulsive motion that fed her an inch of prick. The head forced 
its spongy path into her pussy, and she thrust at it, banged at it, 
until her small gash stretched itself wide enough to allow the passage.

"What a tight, hot girl-pussy," Judd grunted. "So narrow and slick, and 
you're so damned eager ...

Another hunch and another inch of cock worked its torrid way into her 
avid pussy as Sunny twisted her pelvis and took in all the prick she 
could get. It was so much thicker than the dog's cock, the only thing 
she had ever taken into her snatch that was bigger than her own finger.

But it felt so far-out that she was flipping out. "Oh-oh! Stick it 
deeper, shove it in all the way."

"Isn't it hurting you, baby?"

She bit at his hairy chest and dug her fingernails into his heavily 
muscled back. "Stick it in-in! Feed me all of it!"

He rammed his prick harder, and when the knob passed into her cunt, the 
shaft followed easily, and as she squirmed upon the crazy impalement of 
his meaty prong, it slid full length into her hole.

She was filled with it, stuffed with his prick, her cunt bulging with 
his tremendous cock, and she loved it. Moaning, Sunny drew back her ass 
and felt the cockhead slide up to the grip of her pussylips; as the 
ridged head touched them, she came forward again, using a corkscrewing 
movement that radiated wet lightning all over her cunt walls.

He moved his big, strong hands down to the cheeks of her ass, and his 
palms swallowed them. Judd pumped with her, slow and easy, making a 
gentle ramrod of his prick, but letting her bounce and wiggle on it as 
she desired. He touched his tongue into her ear and kept pistoning that 
mighty shaft into her gripping pussy.

"Sweet little bitch," he said as she quaked at his hotness in her ear. 
"Wonderful little hot ass, dog fucker, man fucker--so young and tender, 
and your little pussy grabs onto my cock like it was trained. Oh, baby-
-fuck me, fuck me!"

She rode his pole, slid back and forth upon it as her cunt turned more 
greasy and loosened better. Rocking back upon the end of her spine, she 
found she could open her twat a little more. The knob of his cock 
pressed against her womb, touched bottom, and she could take no more, 
for he had no more prick to give her; she possessed it all, every 
loving inch of the fantastic meat.

Her legs were too short, and she couldn't wrap them all the way around 
him. She tried twice, but they slid off his moving back and down his 
flanks. So next time, while he was burrowing that glorious cock into 
her cunt, she dug her heels into the hollows behind his braced knees.

That gave her an even better grip on him, a balance with and against 
him. With her arms flung about his neck, she could really stay with 
him, either hang her weight upon him or let it fall to pull his cock 
into the gobbling depths of her inflamed pussy.

Sunny concentrated on the fucking, see-sawing with the plunging of his 
prick, humping and grinding to feel all of it, from cervix to clitoris 
and back again.

"Stick it to me, Mr. Lorimer! Oh, man--fuck me deep and hard! Come on, 
lover man! You saw the dog fuck me--do it better yourself, pound me, 
hammer me!"

He stopped treating her as if she were so fragile he might tear her 
cunt up the middle or break her ass. It was getting wet and good and 
hotter to him, too, and she felt him speed up, lifting the tempo to a 
more savage thrusting than he had been using. Now she was being bombed 
good inside her happy pussy, rocking with the force of his strokes, her 
head swinging forward and back, her chin bumping his chest.

In and out, he went, and she went around and around, jolted and adoring 
the pain-pleasure of being roughed and slammed, loving the hairy slap 
of his balls in the crack of her heaving ass.

"Schoolgirl bitch!" he gasped. "Tiny whore--fucking a dog--loving his 
prick--loving mine--damn you--hot ass and tight pussy! Take the cock, 
baby! Take it, take it deep--here! Ohhh! I'm coming! COMING!"

Writhing and stirring his prick inside her hole, she felt the gathering 
forces in her clit, the squirmy, slick sensations that meant she was 
only a few strokes from hitting her own climax, from coming just about 
when Judd Lorimer would.

But he beat her to the magic moment by half a second. The massive prick 
flexed and the head swelled, then spat. She felt the gush of his cum, 
the torrent of hot jazz that came thundering from the cockhead to 
inundate her womb, to flood her cunt walls with slidy, greasy, buttery 
stuff. Thicker sperm than George's, she thought crazily--richer cum and 
more powerful. It splashed against her cervix, spattered again, and 
even though her cunt had such a tightly pistoning grasp of his rod, 
some of the boiling fuck juice oozed out.

She didn't want it to go, didn't want to lose a single precious droplet 
of the marvelous stuff that made the insides of her pussy so 
thrillingly gooey, so slippery and hot. But before she could change 
positions, her clit throbbed madly and her cunt tightened and she felt 
the clenching of her asshole.

"Oh, Jesus!" she cried, and came so furiously that she thought she 
might never stop.



Chapter 3


He was holding her upon his lap, and Sunny felt like a fragile doll 
because of his size. She wasn't afraid of him anymore, not of his bulk, 
nor of his monstrous prick. She loved that, loved him, also. He seemed 
as if he couldn't get enough of just touching her, and his big hands 
were never still, roaming over her smooth back, down it to the flaring 
of her sleek hips, around to caress the curvings of her asscheeks.

In seconds, his hands were slipping up and over her belly to cup her 
small tits; he mashed them tenderly down, then allowed them to spring 
back up and tap their points against the palms of his hands. Every so 
often, Judd Lorimer would kiss her throat, her eyes, her cheeks and 
chin. At rare intervals, he drew his lips gently across hers, stirring 
her each time he did so.

She said, "Am I really beautiful, Judd?" She called him by his first 
name because she felt she was his new wife, his new piece of young ass, 
his pussy.

"More than I can tell you," he breathed into her hair, caressing her 
cunt mound now, always very gently. Her crotch was wet from the leaking 
of his cum, from the excited overflow of her inner juices. "You're so 
lovely my gut aches to look at you, Sunny."

"Did you want to fuck me for a long time?"

He fondled between her legs, cupped her pussy and held it awhile. She 
was facing him, one of her legs on each side of his closed ones, 
straddling him, really. It was kind of like riding a big rocking horse, 
but a lot sexier.

He answered, "Ever since I saw you in shorts and got a good look at 
your trim little ass. I used to dream about these fine legs, baby. If I 
hadn't seen your dog putting the prick to you, I might have caught you 
out back sometime and blindfolded you, then screwed you until I 
couldn't get a hard-on anymore. That's how much I wanted to fuck you."

"I like to hear that," she said, wiggling her ass some. "Are you going 
to get another hard-on soon? We have an hour or so."

"It's lifting now," he said, rubbing her pussy, holding onto one cheek 
of her ass to help her sit balanced. "You really go for a cock, don't 
you? You look like a small angel, with those baby blue eyes and that 
long golden hair, but you fuck like a devil, and I'm damned glad of 
it."

She kissed his mouth and ran her tongue between his teeth to feel 
around for a while. When she heard him panting and felt the slow rising 
of his prick against her butt, she pulled out her tongue and smiled 
wickedly at him. "Fuck me again, Judd--with me sitting on your prick 
like this. Can we do it that way?"

"We can," he agreed, his voice low and deep, "but that's not what's 
going to happen, baby. You're a beautiful little bitch and I'm crazy 
about screwing you, but we're going to do it ail my way. You think 
you've got me hooked, that you can start bossing me around by using 
your pussy."

Sunny sensed the power in him again, that first tough strength he had 
showed when he'd grabbed her mid stripped away her robe. It surprised 
her, shocked her some, and maybe Sunny resented it a little bit. 
Huffily, she began to climb off his lap, to show him who was the 
stronger.

Those bear-like hands clamped on her ass, and his thighs opened. Sunny 
was lowered between them, helpless and taut with resistance. Judd's 
cock nestled between her boobies, and the pliant head bumped her under 
the chin.

"You might as well settle down," Judd said, "because there's something 
else I've always wanted to do to you, baby. Did you ever take your 
dog's prick in your mouth and suck on it?"

She stared in confusion, her momentary anger swiftly passing and a 
chilling knot gathering in the pit of her stomach. "N-No-of course not! 
What a nasty idea!"

"It's a good idea," he said softly. His cockhead moved up a bit, slid 
across her cheek and she flinched, but when she tried to jerk her head 
back and away, she found that one of his huge hands was behind it, 
blocking any real movement.

Sunny clamped her teeth shut and said between them: "You don't really 
mean ..."

He fondled the back of her head, and his powerful thighs held her arms 
pinned to her side. She was locked to him, and she realized that Judd 
Lorimer could do anything he wanted to her. His free hand guided his 
cock, slid the greasy head up and down her cheek.

"Please," she said, knowing that to beg was to give up, but that she 
couldn't do much about it. He had her in a steel-muscled trap, and she 
sensed that if she screamed, he would throttle her roughly, brutally. 
The tenderness he had shown while fucking her had caused her to 
misjudge the man, and now she was sorry.

"You'll like it," he said, smearing her chin with the leakage from his 
cockhead, oiling her with leftover cum and the humid juices of her own 
pussy. "Hot as you are, anything to do with a prick turns you on, baby. 
So you'll eat my prick and love it. Here, little girl--here's my 
prickhead at your lips, so open them like a good little kid. You're 
going to be a fine cocksucker."

She opened her lips at the sticky pressure, but it was only to plead 
with him to screw her instead, to say maybe he'd have a lot more fun 
fucking her dog-fashion and stuffing his cock into her pussy from 
behind.

Instead, she got the slippery head of his prick stuffed between her 
teeth. Gasping, Sunny tried to pull back, but his hand held her head in 
place, forced her to take in that bulging dong. The taste was pungent 
in her mouth, a blend of muskiness and salt, a mixture of sour and 
sweet--and a strangely stimulating flavor different from anything she 
had ever known.

Her own pussy, she thought; once she had wished she could bend over and 
lap at her own hot pussy, so she could get both good feelings at the 
same time. She was sampling it right now, her tongue knowing the spices 
left by her cunt on this big, choking cock.

She couldn't even say no, because he was feeding his prick into her 
face--literally feeding that hard meat over her cringing tongue and 
along the roof of her mouth, pressing it until she gasped and thought 
she might strangle when it touched her throat.

"I won't choke you," he said, holding her head firmly in place with 
both hands now. "Don't fight it and you won't get hurt. If you struggle 
too much or try to bite my cock, I'll shove it so fucking far down your 
throat it'll cut off your breath. Now, little girl--do as you're told."

She sighed in relief as he backed his prick out of her throat and 
poised it just inside the barrier of her teeth. But her respite was 
brief, for then he ordered: "Lick it, Sunny--use your tongue and move 
it all over, all around the head of my cock. That's the way, kid. Lap 
it good, tickle me, shove the end of your tongue right on into that 
little slit."

Sunny was obedient, and even found herself getting interested in the 
taste and shape of his cockhead under her working tongue. When she 
found the tiny mouth in the tip, she jabbed her tongue tip inside 
experimentally. She wanted to lift her hands and heft his balls, to 
feel the hilt of his pulsing cock, but when she wiggled, Judd held her 
painfully with his thighs.

"Let it slide back into your mouth a little," he said above her as her 
eyes stared into the shaggy patch of crotch hair that grew so lushly 
around the base of his rod. "Suck on it, like you would a lollipop. Oh 
yeah, baby! That's great, just great!"

She was interested now, eager and quivering with the fantastic 
sensations that were racing through her body. He'd been right so far; 
she did love his prick, whether she took it into her straining pussy or 
had it forced into her mouth. A cock was a cock, whether it was hung on 
a man or on her dog.

Incongruously, she thought of poor George, chained outside with his 
cock all hard and eager, and no place to put it.

Then nothing existed for Sunny except the huge prick in her mouth and 
the naughty things she was doing to it. But nothing was dirty and 
nothing was strange anymore; it was all natural and lovely, and she ate 
his prick as if it were the most tender piece of meat anywhere.

Lorimer rocked her head between his palms, fucking her gently in the 
mouth, screwing her in the face. His furry balls came bumping against 
her chin with almost every stroke, even though he wasn't shoving his 
cock back as far as it would reach. Her mouth was too shallow for that, 
and now Sunny was wishing it was far deeper, that she could suck this 
delicious cock down her throat and into her belly.

She obeyed the hints of his hands and the mute commands of his cock, 
moving her head easily, sucking and pushing with her tongue, then 
nipping lightly with her teeth and rolling the throbbing prickhead 
against the roof of her mouth. She experimented with touch and 
pressure, tried powerful suction and a gentle siphoning.

Judd fucked her mouth slowly, stroking his thick shaft into her tips 
and occasionally bringing it to the velvet cup of her receptive throat. 
He panted above her, and his legs still held her tightly. Seated on the 
floor with her knees folded and her feet beneath her ass, Sunny was 
like a rag doll for him--except no doll ever ate prick the way she was 
eating it.

"Ah, baby--that's fine--that's wonderful. Didn't I tell you you'd enjoy 
chewing my prick? You're a natural, baby--a natural-born cocksucker. 
Ah! Oh, Sunny! Ooohh, you greedy little bitch! Lick it, girl! Lick me 
and suck me and eat my cock! I-I-Ahhh!"

Then the thought hit her like a truck: He was about to come! She had 
brought him right to the verge of shooting another load of jazz. But 
was he going to shoot right in her mouth?

Struggling then; frantic and scared silly, Sunny tried to spit out his 
lunging prick, to free her arms from the merciless grip of his thighs. 
He was going to shoot off inside her mouth! He was going to spurt all 
that thick and sizzling fuck juice into her throat, and it would drown 
her. She'd certainly choke on the river of cum he'd let go.

"Take it, bitch!" he ordered fiercely. "I'm coming--and you'll swallow 
it all, you hungry cocksucker! NOW!"

It came like a geyser, a heavy, hissing stream of jism that spat 
powerfully into her throat and filled her mouth, overflowing her 
writhing lips.

It was a hot river, a flowing creek of jism, musky and creamy, oyster-
like in its consistency, and she had to swallow it or choke. Sunny 
gulped and tried to moan around the flexing head that was still oozing. 
She swallowed and didn't gag, and a matchless feeling of intimacy grew 
as she let his sperm slide down her throat and into her stomach.

After the first of his cum was in her belly, she began to suck for 
more, to pull his juices from the end of his prick, trying to drag more 
all the way up the shaft, drag it from his balls. Every drop made her 
ravenous for more, and the raunchy taste of his sperm, the hot, 
intimate excitement of swallowing it, made her freak out.

His thighs opened then, and her arms were freed. She caught his balls, 
wrapped her fingers around the thick base of his cock, and held it 
while she pumped her head up and down eagerly, trying to suck still 
more of his seed from his limbering tool.

Regretfully, she lifted her mouth from his prick, and slid her lips 
down the shaft to the furry balls. Nibbling at them delicately, Sunny 
used her tongue to savor the beadings of sweat nestling in his crotch 
hair. She wanted to eat him up, truly eat him, chew and swallow and 
digest him.

Judd's hand stroked her head, and his voice had turned gentle again: "I 
told you you'd like it, baby. You're a real little nymphet. Everything 
makes you hot. You give a fine blow job, Sunny. You eat a man's cock 
like you never want to turn it loose."

Kissing his lower belly, she asked, "Am I supposed to?"

"Yes," he said, his hand petting her hair, his shaggy belly flinching a 
little every time she kissed a new spot. "You're supposed to do 
whatever you feel like doing, baby."

She climbed off the floor and sat on his thigh, rubbing her kneecap 
slowly up and down his sagging rod. "You came twice in just a little 
while. Do I make you so hot?"

He kissed her throat. "Believe it. I've never been hornier."

"How about your wife?" she asked. "Doesn't she make you horny, too?"

"She does," he admitted. "Lenore is a pretty woman, and we've done some 
great screwing for a lot of years."

Sunny felt like establishing some kind of domination over this 
powerful, determined man, even if she dug everything he had made her 
do. She said, "You watched my ass and legs, you said. Do you watch your 
daughter's ass the same way? She's a year older than me."

He waited awhile before answering, then said, "I guess I do, but she's 
my own daughter. I don't mean I wouldn't fuck her if I could, but 
there's no chance. There's always another kid around, and my wife ..." 
He shook his head. "Just no chance, even if Betsy didn't dank I'd 
suddenly lost my mind."

Sunny thought that over, and wondered if Judd really knew what would 
happen if he snuggled Betsy Lorimer up close like this. Then she 
wondered what Betsy would think about George, about fucking with a 
Great Dane.

Betsy was kind of a groovy girl, even if she did act snotty because she 
was a year older. But she came over to talk sometimes, and to tell 
funny stories about her older brother Harry, a handsome sixteen-year-
old.

Lorimer stood up, his great arms cradling her like some soft and 
fragile toy. He turned to sit her down on the couch, and said, "Have to 
go, baby. I'd like to stay around and work on you some more, because I 
can eat your sweet little pussy better than that dog can. But your 
mother'll be home before long, and my wife's probably wondering where I 
am right now."

Sunny looked up at him, running the tip of her tongue over her lips in 
case she had somehow missed a precious droplet of his jazz. "When will 
I see you again?"

"Soon as I can make it," he said, putting on his shorts and hiding the 
down-swinging length of his softened cock. She was sorry to see it 
covered, and watched him as he drew on his pants. "Don't worry, I'll be 
back damned quick. You're a real special piece of young ass, and I want 
to fuck you all I can. Just remember, baby--if you have a change of 
heart and want to tell your mother I raped you, there's always the dog. 
And did I tell you? I have a couple of good Polaroid shots of you and 
that mutt screwing."

She said, "I wouldn't fink on you, Judd," and held up her mouth for his 
parting kiss.

* * *


Somehow, there was a different look about her mother, or maybe it was 
just because Sunny was seeing her in a somewhat different light, 
because she was looking at her as one woman to another.

But she stayed quiet through dinner, although not quiet enough for her 
mom to ask questions like was she sick or had too much sun, or played 
too hard with the dog, or something.

Lips curling in a secretive smile, Sunny decided that was it: She'd 
played too hard with the dog, or the dog'd had too much of a hard-on, 
and the "something"--well, that would curl her mom's wig. If Teresa 
Watson didn't faint when she heard the news of George putting his long, 
slippery cock to her innocent little daughter, she sure would when she 
teamed that her neighbor had fucked her baby girl, and moreover, that 
the baby girl had sucked his cock until he blew off inside her mouth.

Holding her face down, Sunny giggled a little, very quietly, and over 
her dessert wondered if her mother had ever eaten her father. No way, 
she thought; her mom was altogether too straight and conventional. So 
that was another thing she had missed in her life, the deeply sensuous 
pleasures of devouring a man's cock and draining him of his jizz.

Poor mom, she thought. No fucking for years now, and no sucking 
forever.

"Sunny," her mother said, "is anything bothering you?"

Sunny answered meekly, "No, Mom." That was true enough, because what 
could bother her now? Only the thought of lonesome, horny George, tied 
out in the backyard. But she'd sneak out and let him in later, take him 
up to her bedroom.

"You seem quiet," her mother persisted. "Was it a long day? I can take 
a vacation soon, dear, and maybe we can go down to the beach for a few 
days."

Sunny shrugged. "I like it here just as well."

Better, she thought. At the beach all she'd get in her pussy would be 
sand. Here she had both George and Judd Lorimer. She smiled at her 
mother and looked her over again, seeing the good, heavy tits 
deliberately hidden by bra and a loose blouse, seeing the lovely face 
with sadness at the comers of the rich mouth, and the honey-colored 
hair that was several shades darker than Sunny's, and eyes that were 
almost purple. Beneath the too-big dresses that her mother wore, Sunny 
knew there was a beautiful and supple body, hips flared just so, the 
legs long and sleek.

It was a shame that all that was going to waste, she thought, wondering 
if a woman's pussy would dry up or shrink away to just a pee-hole if 
the woman didn't fuck with it over a long period of time.

That was something else she'd add to the list she was saving up to ask 
Judd Lorimer next time he came to her with a hard-on.

She didn't know when that would be, and there was really no way of 
finding out easily. Unless she went over to visit him, and trapped him 
in a corner. Sunny grinned at that picture, too, seeing the big, hairy 
man as her prey, seeing him sweat and get scared his wife or kids might 
hear. But her grin faded as she remembered the steel in him; Judd was 
hard other places besides his prick. She had little doubt that he'd 
beat the hell out of her if she pushed him too far.

And he said he had those pictures of her being fucked by the dog. Sunny 
would like to see them; maybe he'd show them to her. It was kind of 
exciting to think of seeing herself on film, of seeing George's long 
cock buried in her heaving cunt.

She helped her mother with the dishes, and when her mom turned on the 
TV and settled into her usual blah nightly routine, Sunny eased out of 
the back door and brought George his dinner, too. She stood watching 
him gulp it down, and sneaked peeks at the sheath of hairy hide that 
covered his prick. The balls were there, solid and male, but smaller 
than Judd's; she couldn't see the prick itself, since it was hidden by 
the sheath. Where the hell did it all come from? Did it unroll like a 
hose, or slide out from some place in George's belly, already stiff and 
ready for use?

There were so many things she had to learn about sex, with a dog or 
with a guy, and she wasn't going to skip a lesson if she could help it. 
This was the kind of school she loved.

When George finished eating and wagged his tail at her, she unsnapped 
his chain and took him by the collar, little shivers of anticipation 
running up her leg when he brushed against it. Her mother was engrossed 
in a TV program, so Sunny took her dog upstairs without incident, 
without her mom insisting that she bring him down for the night.

Mom could be a pain in the ass about that, she thought, and hurried 
George to her bedroom. Locking the door, she whipped off her jeans and 
shirt and stood bare before him, but George wasn't a man and couldn't 
tell her how lovely she was, or how beautiful her pussy was.

He'd never fucked her in her room, either, and seemed a bit bewildered, 
until she went over to the side of her bed and knelt there, putting her 
tits down on the sheet and hiking her ass into the air. That gave 
George the idea, and he came up behind her to lick the crack of her 
ass. His long, hot tongue tickled across the lips of her pussy, and she 
quivered at its eager touch.

Grabbing a pillow, Sunny pulled it down and stuffed it under her knees, 
so that her ass poked higher, so that George could reach it more easily 
with his sharp-pointed cock when he tired of lapping her cunt and 
wanted to mount her.

Sunny felt particularly bitchy, since she was pretending to be a real 
one, a bitch in heat and anxious to be fucked by this beautiful big dog 
with the long and lovely prick.

He licked faster, his tongue probing along her gash, curling back to 
lave her asshole, and Sunny got a real charge out of that. She thought 
of the promise made to her by her human lover, of Judd saying he was 
going to eat her cunt, and better than any dog could do it.

But George was doing pretty good, making her pussy tingle, making 
shivers run up her backbone from her titillated asshole. She didn't 
think she'd come this time, since she had been so turned on by fucking, 
but she swung her butt and tried, pushing her wet cunt back towards 
George's busy muzzle, nabbing her cuntlips into the hairs below his 
nose, feeling the hard slickness of his teeth whenever she managed to 
curl his lips up.

She heard him whine, and felt the tremors shake him. Reaching back, she 
tried to shush him before her mother heard. But George took away his 
muzzle and bounced up on her back. Sunny decided she would have to cut 
his claws when she felt his paws reach around her waist for a grip.

She had to feel around and find his prick, too, because he kept 
stabbing it blindly out into the air, sliding it over the cheeks of her 
ass or down between her spread thighs to bump the cockhead against the 
bed.

"Silly dog," she said huskily, finally getting hold of the slippery 
shaft. But he had tapped it against the wrong hole, too, and the weird 
excitement from having his dick bump her brownie was still doing 
wheelies in her belly when she got the pointed head of his cock steered 
towards her cunt hole.

The thin knob pushed vigorously, and Sunny gave a little wiggle of her 
ass that helped it penetrate. Then the lovely hard dong was sliding, 
slipping up into the clinging wet satin of her pussy. All the way up 
her cunt it went, since it didn't have a barrier to stop it this time. 
Sunny granted when the end of his dick hit home, and she rolled her ass 
to make the hard rod slide all around, to have it reach all the tender, 
sensitive places inside her twat.

George pumped away, no finesse and no hesitation. He was mounting her 
to fuck her, and that's the way he went at it, slamming home his rigid 
prick, bouncing his hairy balls into her ass, and all the time he made 
softly whining noises. Long and hard, that animal cock slid back and 
forth, in and out. The dog was very strong and hungry for screwing, and 
Sunny gave it to him the way she'd learned--

Hiking her ass to be sure he could touch the bottom of her cunt with 
every hammering stroke, Sunny ground it for him, shook her pussy around 
his lunging pole, and knew the joy of being rammed. She bit into the 
sheet and clawed at it, too; her hard-nippled tits rubbed achingly 
across the bed as George fucked her dog-fashion.

She was his bitch and he was the master, breeding her, screwing her 
long and solidly. He was strong and she was weak, a bad little girl who 
needed to be dominated, conquered, punished.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, the sound breaking involuntarily from her mouth. 
"Oh--George--you horny bastard! Ahh! Oooh! Yes, George, stick your meat 
to me, slam that boner up my cunt and make me go out of my head. G-
George! Oh--George, I'm about to come--"

Sunny jerked like a puppet gone crazy and trying to tear off all 
controlling strings. She shivered and bucked upon the hammering cock, 
jamming it up into her clasping pussy until the swollen knob thumped 
into her cervix. Moaning and clawing at the sheet, she gyrated her ass 
wildly and felt her clitoris tremble, felt the vibrant expansion of the 
nubbin.

As her orgasm pounded through her, Sunny drove her tits into the bed 
and undulated her lower body, taking that never-slowing prick, humping 
back at the strong thrusts of the happy dog. She saw white stars behind 
her eyes, and her teeth grated. Gasping for air, she tried to tell 
George to hurry up or get off, but no words came out.

The big dog was enjoying his second fuck of the day, or of his young 
life, and just kept pouring his slidy prick to her snatch. Sunny's head 
bounced and her arms flopped bonelessly, helplessly, as George's cock 
turned into a piledriver, booming with great force into her inflamed 
pussy.

Then George got his rocks off. His paws tightened convulsively around 
her trim waist and he socked his prick balls-deep for the final, 
quaking thrust. He let go his load, fired the slippery fuck juice hotly 
from the distended head of his cock. Sunny twitched as the sperm 
deluged her cunt, as the sticky jazz bubbled over her womb and 
saturated the walls of her flexing pussy. Rich and heavy, gushy and 
soaking, George's cum hosed her cunt.

Head rolled to one side upon her bed, Sunny breathed deeply and knew 
she had been fucked royally. It was as good as the other screw, too.

It took a while for the dog to slide off her. George kind of hung there 
on her back, his hairy chest expanding and constricting with his 
harried breathing. She didn't move, because the swollen end of his 
prick felt big as a softball inside her pussy, and again she knew the 
fear of getting hung up with the big dog.

It would be pretty good, she thought; she could probably come a few 
more times if George couldn't get his overgrown cockhead out of her 
cunt. But suppose he tried to walk off, and she couldn't pull off him? 
That would hurt like hell, she figured, recalling that time she'd heard 
a male dog yelping when the bitch tried to run off with his cock still 
imprisoned in her snatch.

Maybe it only hurt the men, the males. But Sunny didn't want to take 
that kind of chance, so she went to work getting his slippery prick out 
of her hole. It came out easily when she made a grinding turn with her 
ass, and added a fillip to it. The dog's cockhead plopped out in a 
spray of cum, and she felt some of it showering down on her back.

"George," she hissed, "damn it! Did you have to spring a leak just 
then?"

Climbing up on the bed, Sunny rolled over and stretched out on her 
back, trying to decide which way she liked being fucked, dog-fashion or 
man-fashion. They were both very good. Could Judd Lorimer screw her 
from the back like George had just done? She couldn't think of any 
reason why he couldn't.

Sunny let George put his big head on her knee, and smiled softly in the 
warmth of complete relaxation as the big dog began once more to lick 
gently at her pussy. Luxuriating in the sensitive pressures, in the 
slidy, bitchy feeling, Sunny thought about Judd Lorimer eating her 
cunt. Before or after he fucked it? she wondered. It would be a lot 
juicier afterward.

Did a man enjoy the taste of his own jism the way she had loved the 
flavor of her pussy oils left on the prick he had forced into her 
mouth? Probably, she thought. She would ask him when she had time and 
they were making it again.

Of course, they'd make it again. No way for them to miss that, because 
she wanted to know everything about sex he could teach her, and that 
was probably a lot. Funny, she thought; forty had seemed ancient, but 
now she wasn't so sure. He had shot off twice in a matter of minutes, 
and wasn't that pretty good?

There was a knock at her door.

Sunny shoved the dog's head roughly aside, sat up and grabbed 
desperately for her pants, dropped them, and said: "Yeah, Mom?"

"Are you sure you aren't sick, dear?"

Sunny got the pants this time, slipped into them, pawed for her blouse 
and somehow it skidded under the bed. She bounded to the dresser, 
yanked open a drawer and crammed herself into a fresh shirt.

George barked, thinking this was part of a new game.

"Sunny! You have that dog with you again."

She went to the door, scooping up a book on the way. Opening the door 
and displaying the paperback prominently, she said, "Aw, Mom--he's not 
hurting anything. George is just keeping me company while I read."

Her mother frowned. "You know I don't like him spending all night up 
here. He should be down where he can be a watchdog. Come on, George."

Sunny said, "Aw, Mom," again, but she didn't mean it. George had 
brought it on himself, the dummy. Nobody had told him to bark. And she 
wanted both of them gone before her mother's sharp eye caught the wet 
stain spreading around the crotch of her jeans. The dog's tongue had 
wet her twat down mare than she figured, and the wetness was coming 
right on through her pants.

Funny how George just galumphed out after her mom, though. Sunny 
thought he should at least look back, or wave a new hard-on good-bye at 
her, or something. Fuck and leave was George's motto. Okay for him, she 
thought, but actually she glad to be rid of him for now. She was just a 
little tired, and had to take a shower before bed.

Sunny wanted to be fresh for tomorrow's new adventures, for she was 
certain they would surround her. Brightening, she skipped into the 
bathroom and stood shivering in a cold shower, washing into her pussy 
to scrub out the dog's sperm. Maybe she should start taking douches now 
that she didn't have a cherry to worry about.

Tomorrow, she thought--tomorrow she would get her pussy eaten, and she 
was looking forward to the far-out sensation.



Chapter 4


Judd Lorimer didn't seem surprised to see Sunny when she crossed over 
into his yard the next morning.

"Your mother out?"

She looked around and didn't see anyone. "Yes. Your family out, too?"

He shook his head. "The kids are here, but I don't know for how long."

"Well," she said, thrusting out a hip and standing like the models she 
saw in magazines. "Well--I guess I'll have to go home and talk to 
George. You remember George, my dog."

Big and bulky, he frowned at her, and she caught the hot look in his 
eyes as they passed over her belly and legs. Judd had been sitting on a 
lawn chair, reading his newspaper. He folded the paper and dropped it, 
taking a long step towards her. Sunny stood her ground, knowing he 
wouldn't dare to get tough there, right out in the open.

"You little bitch--teasing me like this."

She smiled and poked out her tits more. "Why don't you take me into 
your living room and show me how not to be bitchy? Hey, you're swelling 
up in the front of your pants."

"Damn it!" he said. "I can't right now. Once the kids are gone, I'll 
come over to your place."

She rolled her crotch suggestively at him. "Oh? I may be busy by then."

Over his shoulder she saw Betsy, saw his daughter come out of their 
house and stand on the back porch, looking down at them with a strange 
expression.

Sunny called out: "Hi, Betsy! I was just asking your dad where you 
were. I've got the greatest new album, absolutely far-out, and I wanted 
you to hear it."

Betsy showed how bored she was, slouching down the steps and coming 
over slowly. "Okay, I don't have anything else to do."

Judd looked relieved, and flashed his thanks at Sunny. She took it as 
her due and led the way back to her own house, yakking all the way, and 
wondering what the hell she was going to do with Betsy Lorimer when she 
got the girl there. She didn't have a new album, or any that the other 
girl hadn't heard a hundred times. But she'd had to say something when 
Betsy caught her talking with her father.

Inside, approaching the living room, Betsy said, "Well?" in that one-
year-older superior attitude, and something clicked in Sunny. Betsy was 
always putting her down, being the smart-ass. She was a beautiful girl, 
all right taking her father's dark coloring and her mother's height. 
She always looked sleek and tanned, and kind of lean.

But Betsy didn't know as much as Sunny did, and Sunny thought she just 
might let her find out a little.

Sunny said, "Here, George!" and the huge Dane lumbered from the dark 
comer under the stairs.

Betsy backed up. "That monster scares me. Send him away."

"He won't hurt you, unless I tell him to."

"I'm going home," Betsy said.

Quickly, Sunny asked: "You still a cherry?"

Betsy stopped backing up, and her eyes swung from the dog up to Sunny's 
face. "What? Look, if you're trying to--"

"I'm not a cherry," Sunny interrupted proudly. "Not anymore. I've been 
fucked three times already, and I did something else I bet you never 
even heard of."

Eyes wide, Betsy said, "You're only thirteen years old, and I don't 
believe you. You don't even have a guy at school."

Feeling very superior, Sunny said, "You are a virgin--and so much older 
than me, too."

"I'm no such thing!" Betsy flared. "Johnny Stanford and I--"

Sunny made a face and reached down to pat George's wide head. "Wow--
little Johnny Stanford, no bigger than me. How did he manage to break 
your cherry with his little dingus?"

"I suppose you're screwing some grown-up man?"

For a fleeting moment, Sunny was sorely tempted to tell the girl, to 
brag about screwing Judd, but some innate sense of caution warned her 
not to. Instead, she said: "How about a big cock?"

Betsy made a scoffing noise, and Sunny let go of George's head, let the 
big dog dip his eager nostrils to sniff hungrily at the crotch of her 
short-shorts. Betsy got the idea then, and her mouth fell open in utter 
shock.

"You--you mean--with a dog?"

Sunny grinned and made a wriggle with her crotch. "Why not? He has a 
great, big prick that stays hard for a long time, and he can't tell 
anybody who he's screwing, and he can't knock you up."

Betsy could only stare, and George was getting anxious, his tail 
wagging swiftly back and forth as he whined deep in his chest. "I'll 
show you," Sunny said, and began to peel out of her clothing.

"He'll hurt you," Betsy whispered, and Sunny knew then that she had the 
other girl, that she was interested and beginning to turn on at the 
idea.

"No way," Sunny answered, and dropped back upon the rug, "but you can 
toss me a couple of those pillows from the couch."

George was at her pussy the moment she spread her legs, and she held 
his head down at her crotch so, that he would do a good, heavy job with 
his tongue, tickling her snatch to a good hotness.

"How--how does that feel?" Betsy asked, coming closer and handing down 
the pillows ...

Sliding them under her ass so that her crotch tilted up, Sunny said, 
"It feels real freaky, and you can't stay still when he does it. You 
just have to shake your ass like this."

Betsy said, "Wow!" softly, and Sunny realized that George must have had 
a hard-on, that his huge, shiny cock was probably sliding out of its 
sheath.

Sunny said, "I've taken that twice before. He broke my cherry with it, 
and it didn't hurt much. It doesn't hurt at all now." She held George's 
muzzle into her pussy, grinding her gash into his nose, tingling in her 
clit, becoming even more excited than usual because she was being 
watched by someone. Her cunt was wet inside from her own juices, and 
drippy outside from the dog's tongue.

"Okay, George," she said, "any time you're ready."

As if he understood the words, the Great Dane humped the head of his 
red prick at her, and Sunny lifted her crotch to meet it. He prodded 
her cuntlips and she felt around until she got her fingers on his 
slippery rod. Planting it in her slit, Sunny lifted to meet his thrust, 
and with a smooth motion, the entire length of his stiff cock 
disappeared into her pussy.

"T-There!" she panted, "There--it's in me, all the way in my cunt, 
every inch of his meat!"

"Wow," Betsy repeated, dropping to her knees and staring. "I can see it 
slide in and out--so long, so big around--"

Wiggling under the strokes that were caressing the insides of her cunt, 
brushing the erect nipples of her tits up at the big dog's chest, Sunny 
fucked away. Closing her eyes and taking a grip on George's legs with 
both hands, she humped her pussy up at him, and he responded in his 
usual manner, by ramming and poking his shaft into her cunt to the 
balls.

"See--see!" Sunny gasped, grinding her twat on the lunging cock, 
rubbing her sensitized clit over the knobby rod at every stroke. Then 
she forgot all about Betsy Lorimer, forgot that she'd brought the other 
girl there to show off. Sunny humped up to the dog, hot waves splashing 
all inside her feverish cunt, her ass doing crazy little tricks 
whenever his hairy balls pounded into the cleft.

She got the Dane by the loose skin around his muscled neck, and flung 
her feet up so that she could cross her ankles over his moving back. 
His hairy hide tickled the insides of her knees, and his cock slammed 
harder into her gripping box. She moaned hoarsely and gave a final 
shuddering thrust on the ballooning head of George's churning prick.

Sunny came violently, her pussy wetting itself with even more 
lubrication, the hot sparks wheeling off in all directions as the dig 
continued to fuck her with his massive, driving cock.

But he only jammed in deep a few more times, and just as her feet 
started to slip off his back, George gave a growling kind of grunt and 
stiffened out above her squirming body. Hot jazz exploded from the 
distended cockhead and packed her cunt full.

Her legs came down, and George held his prick in her pussy. Sunny let 
go his scruff and dropped to the floor on her shoulder-blades, and 
George kept his cock imbedded in her shivering cunt.

His cockhead swelled inside her cunt, filled the cup of her pussy with 
its bloated bulb, and Sunny backed off it, moving her ass sideways off 
the couch pillows and making it work its way out of her snatch. It 
trailed a thick stream of goo along the inside of her left thigh. 
George just stood still, kind of numb, as he usually was right after 
fucking.

Rolling up to her knees, Sunny said, "You still think I'm too young, or 
too straight?"

Betsy shook her shiny black curls, her face gone pale and tense. "Will 
he--can he--do it again?"

"Sure," Sunny boasted. "George can keep right on screwing. Just give 
him a minute to catch his breath."

The other girl was taking off her dress, hands trembling as she slid 
the panties down her tanned legs. Sunny noted with interest that 
Betsy's cunt hairs were much thicker than her own, that they were 
tightly curled and very black. Like the fur on her old man's balls, 
Sunny thought; but Betsy wouldn't know about that.

"D-Don't let him hurt me," Betsy said, never taking her glazed eyes 
from the throbbing pack turned brighter scarlet by the dog's fucking, 
and by the juices of Sunny's cunt.

"I won't," Sunny promised. "Put your ass on the pillows like I did, and 
open your legs wide. He'll want to lick your pussy first."

"Yes," Betsy breathed, "oh yes--have him do that, please."

George shook his head, and his pointed ears stood no straighter than 
the prick running beneath his hairy belly. He lowered his muzzle, and 
Sunny saw Betsy recoil as the bristly hairs touched her thigh.

Then the long, red tongue licked wetly out, licked hotly down to bathe 
the springily curled pussy hairs, and Betsy sucked in a great, noisy 
breath. Her slim, sun-browned hands fisted upon the floor at her sides. 
This girl had her daddy's hot nuts, Sunny thought; Betsy was just as 
horny as Judd, and was about to slake her sexy desires with the dog.

Sunny moved over to hold George's head in position, looking with 
interest at the way Betsy's tits jumped around, at how she had dark-
brown nipples, instead of pink ones like Sunny's. They were a little 
bigger than Sunny's boobs, but not too much.

"He's licking me," Betsy hissed through clenched teeth. "Oh-oh man, 
he's lapping my pussy, trying to stick his wet tongue right up my box."

"Wiggle around so he can lick your clit," Sunny advised. "Maybe you can 
come before he fucks you. I did, one time."

She didn't say that had happened to her only once, the first time 
George had licked her bare twat, and she didn't say that had only taken 
place the day before. She pretended that she had been ticking her dog 
for a long time, that she was quite experienced.

Betsy's hands pounded the carpet, and her lower body writhed madly 
without taking her hairy crotch away from the avid lapping of the dog's 
hot tongue. "Oohh! I can't s-stand it! He-he's making me go funny--so 
wet and hot--tickling--OOHHH! I'm coming, COMING!"

Smiling, Sunny let up on the dog's head, and George started to make 
those humping motions with his belly, poking the sharp end of his 
glistening prick into the arm beneath his belly. He moved forward 
slowly, great eyes staring down at the girl's wet pussy exposed to him, 
and Sunny felt a new excitement tighten her own belly. It was going to 
be far-out to watch.

George got his forepaws around the girl's slim waist, got a solid grip 
on her that she would have difficulty breaking, if she wanted to. His 
cock prodded and felt, touched her thigh and slid off to smear the 
satiny skin of her flat belly. Betsy's eyelids fluttered and she 
groaned awake, making sleepy noises.

The Dane kept humping, feeling for the hot place he knew was there, 
reaching the head of his powerful cock for the slick hole that he had 
already tasted with his tongue. Sunny helped him then, catching the 
pistoning prick and holding it until George slowed down long enough for 
her to get it steered into the girl's box.

Betsy snapped completely alert at the first touch of it against her 
gash. "No! Oh no, Sunny! Get away, George! I changed my mind. I won't--
I can't--take that big prick into my little pussy. It'll rip me wide 
open, kill me!"

"Too late," Sunny said, and grabbed her ankles so that George could 
finish shoving his bright-red dog meat into the reluctant cunt. Betsy 
wasn't going to tease the big dog and run off; George had to fuck her. 
Besides, Sunny thought, holding the thrashing legs--once Betsy got 
screwed, she couldn't go around finking on anyone else.

Betsy let out a half-stifled shriek when George's cockhead penetrated 
her cunt. It went into her hole quickly, wet down as her twat was by 
the licking she had received, by the juices that had flowed within her 
cunt when she came. So her pussy was prepared for the entrance of the 
dog's prick, even if her mind was not. The red cock slid in and in, 
until Sunny thought it was never going to stop.

Had she taken all that? she wondered, eyeing the long length of cock 
that was vanishing into Betsy's black-haired snatch. Then Sunny watched 
the hairy brown sac of George's balls come up tightly to the crisp 
pussy hairs. George was hitting bottom now, had his meaty prong shoved 
in all the way. Sunny let go of the girl's ankles, but Betsy had 
stopped trying to get away.

Sitting back on her heels, Sunny watched the other girl's ass move, saw 
it gyrate in half-circles as Betsy hunched up to the dog, as she arched 
her back and pushed her crotch up higher so that George could plow his 
shaft deeper into her box. She was breathing raggedly, raking at the 
carpet with her fingernails, but she didn't break the sensuous rhythm 
of her hips or the up and down movements of her crotch.

"So b-big!" Betsy groaned. "Oh--he's tearing me open, doing me in! Oh! 
OOOH! He's freaking me out!"

It was hypnotic, seeing the dog's greasy shaft work in and out of the 
clinging lips of Betsy's stretched pussy, heating the sucking noises 
her cunt made as the stiff cock lurched into it. She was really juicy, 
Sunny thought.

"Coming!" Betsy cried out. "Oh, yes! I'm coming again! He's fucking me 
so hard and his cockhead is puffing all up ... He's shooting off into 
me, filling me with his dog cum--all hot and slidy! I can't stand it--
can't stand it!"

Sunny reached out a hand as the girl collapsed, but she could only put 
it on Betsy's shapely thigh. George was stiff above the supine body, 
his rod crammed to the roots inside Betsy's pussy. He would freeze that 
way until his orgasm faded away and broke the spell it had put him 
under.

She couldn't just yank out the buried prick, Sunny knew. It probably 
wouldn't do any damage to the tender tissues within the cunt, but there 
was always that possibility. And since he was no longer pouring his 
long meat to Betsy, it was better to just wait a little while. It was 
kind of spooky, seeing the girl there with her face gone pale and her 
head lolling to one side with her mouth open and the eyes shut.

She had passed out, Sunny thought, completely zonked by the tremendous 
climax she had just hit, by the awesome coming that had crescendoed 
deep within her pussy and scattered to every part of her flesh. Sunny 
hoped Betsy would wake up pretty soon, before George got the idea he 
ought to fuck her again. If she didn't, Sunny wasn't sure just what the 
hell she ought to do about it.

Luckily, Betsy came around, licking her lips and blinking. When she 
remembered where she was and felt the dog's cock inside her cunt, she 
twisted off it suddenly and scuttled back like a big crab. But it was 
too late for fright; she had been well screwed.

* * *


Lorimer came by later in the day, hesitating around the perimeter of 
the house until Sunny opened the back door and called him inside.

Judd had a few beers under his belt; Sunny could smell it when he 
hurried by her and into the protective shadows of the living room. 
Following after, Sunny wondered why he was so jumpy. He was acting 
almost as spooky as his daughter, when Betsy had finally gotten her 
head together and gone home.

When he reached for her, she skipped back a few steps and asked: 
"What's the matter, why are you so up-tight?"

Like a growly bear, he shook his head. "Can't get loose when I want to 
anymore. One kid comes in and out, then the other one. And if they're 
not hanging around me, the wife is calling to say she forgot this and 
can she buy that. Damn, baby--I've been needing to get over here all 
day."

Cutting his eyes around, he looked for the Dane. "The dog close by?"

"Taking a nap," she answered. "He's kind of zonked out."

His eyebrows went up. "You screw him?"

"Why not? He's my first boy friend, after all. They say a girl never 
forgets the prick that took her cherry, so I guess I'll always have a 
thing for old George."

Ruefully, Judd Lorimer grinned. "You're the damnedest girl I ever saw--
so cool and saucy, so ready to fuck man or beast."

She said, "You weren't all this talky yesterday. You grabbed me and got 
the job done right away."

Judd opened his shirt, and she saw the curly black hair on his chest, 
saw the dark nipples she had nibbled and sucked. A flash of 
anticipation burned through her when he said, "I thought maybe I'd made 
a mistake getting involved with a kid your age. But I see now there's 
no worry. You're a thousand years old in one way."

Sunny cocked her head to one side, her eyes following the movement of 
his hands as he unzipped and pulled down his pants. "But I'm still 
kinda innocent, and that helps turn you on, doesn't it?"

He grinned at her. "You're about as innocent as a freshly fucked 
rattlesnake. But you don't know a few things yet, and I'm going to 
teach them to you."

She wondered what the hell he would do if she blurted out that she and 
his sweet daughter, his innocent daughter, had both been screwed by 
George just a little while ago. She wasn't going to tell him--yet--but 
she would in time.

"Take off those sexy little shorts," he said, "and come lie down on the 
couch--no, not really all the way down. Kind of prop your back against 
the arm there and hike up your knees. I'm about to give you the thrill 
of a lifetime, baby--by eating your hot young pussy."

Her hands shook a bit when she shucked out of her halter and shorts, 
because this was something different, and very lascivious, something 
she was eager to get at.

On the couch, staring into his intent face, Sunny saw his expression 
change. Sucking in his breath, he said, "Damn! You've got what has to 
be the most beautiful, the sexiest little cunt in the world."

On his knees, his hands running slowly and teasingly up and down her 
legs, Judd Lorimer caressed her thighs, her knees, her calves. Bending, 
straightening his own legs out behind him, he went to his elbows and 
picked up her left foot. He cuddled it in his hands, and the touch of 
his fingers was so tickly Sunny wiggled and giggled.

He kissed her foot--first the top of it, then the sole, and it felt 
good to her, but when he started to suck on her toes, drawing them one 
by one into his mouth to hold them between his teeth, so he could run 
his tongue hotly over each one--Sunny almost came.

She did try to pull away, but her leg was clamped in his grasp, chained 
by the powerful hand around her ankle. Judd chewed her toes and licked 
them, and hot thrills ran wild inside her pussy. He exchanged her left 
foot for the right one, and went through the entire tantalizing process 
again, until Sunny thought she hit a minor orgasm. Her pussy turned wet 
and aching, and she really wanted to be fucked.

But he only kept kissing, licking, biting her legs, working his way up 
her shins to her knees, then slowing down, licking more, as George 
might do. He bypassed her cunt mound completely, and Sunny nearly 
screamed at him.

She let out a yelp when he shoved his hot, wet tongue into her belly 
button, and her ass drew tight. Then he went down on her, gripping her 
ass with both hands and lifting her crotch up for his mouth, spreading 
her puffy pink gash for the feasting. His tongue wasn't as long as 
George's, and he didn't lap like the dog, but he did shove his a lot 
deeper into her hole.

Sunny clenched her fingers into his wiry black hair and rolled her hips 
as he ate into her pussylips, biting gently and running his tongue in 
and out of them. She felt the soft raking of his teeth along her gash 
as his tongue sought out her clit and laved it with hotness.

There was the big difference, the craziness that made her ass jerk and 
swing in short, savage arcs. The dog licked, but Judd manipulated, 
caressed her clitoris with his tongue and teeth, then drew it into his 
lips. His teasing drove her wild, and she tugged at his hair, wanting 
him either to hurry and finish it, hurry and make her come--or take 
away his mouth and substitute his big prick.

Sensing her wild urgency, Judd ate into her flaming pussy tissues, then 
suddenly pushed them back with tongue and teeth, but only to begin 
sucking. He peeled her pussylips back like the rind of an orange, 
opening up her inner meat and siphoning so hard she thought he was 
going to draw her entire cunt inside out.

"Oh, Judd--Mr. Lorimer--oh, stop! Please--no oh, wow! You're killing 
me!"

He groaned into her slit, and rummaged around in it, tasting and 
drawing, using his tongue and his teeth as well. Concentrating on the 
throbbing ache of her clit, he soon brought her gasping to a tremendous 
climax.

She came in a bursting of hot rays, humping to his mouth, fucking him 
furiously in the face as she held to his head and pumped her cunt at 
him.

"Judd, eat me! Eat me up, you far-out man! My pussy--oh, my pussy! I'm 
flying apart--coming so hard I can't stand it!"

Somehow, she got her legs curled up around his shoulders and had his 
head clamped between her thighs. Grinding her sizzling cunt all over 
his face, she smeared his chin, his nose and cheeks with her 
overflowing pussy juices. Head back and making little sobbing noises, 
she heard him gulping at her snatch, felt him drinking her excess 
juices.

He continued to eat her box tenderly, even after her legs slipped off 
him and she let go of his head. But the violent waves of orgasm were 
subsiding in her cunt, and she felt limp, inside and out, gone soft all 
over. Maybe she had melted, she thought, and turned into the same kind 
of slick oils that made the bubbles in her pussy. In a second or two, 
she would seep into the couch cushion and vanish forever, turned into a 
wet stain that was a monument to Lorimer's fantastic cunt-lapping.

Judd stopped gobbling her twat then, and edged slowly up her body, 
kissing her belly, her rib cage, running that educated tongue around 
her nipples one by one. He was at her throat, and she gasped, realizing 
that he was going to force her to taste the residue of her own pussy.

His cockhead was very large, and rubbed insistently at the drippy gates 
of her snatch. Ills mouth covered hers, the lips mobile, the tongue 
shoving wetly, thickly inside. She sucked on it, disappointed that the 
flavor was only slightly changed, that there was no more than a hint of 
leftover cunt oils on it.

He poked at her cunt with the blunt end of his prick, and she wriggled 
to get set right, to open that quivering sheath for him to fuck. He got 
it into her gash, shoved the bulbous and spongy cockhead between her 
pussylips, spreading them wetly, forcing them apart easily because her 
snatch was so drippy and steamy from his sucking.

"Ahh!" she breathed into the cavern of his mouth. "Oh, Judd--that feels 
so good. Fuck me for as long as you can. Shove that big prick deep in 
me and make me squirm on it. Put your big club up my pussy and screw me 
all day long."

"You passionate little bitch," he said, working his strong shaft around 
inside the narrow grasping of her cunt. "I wish I could fuck you until 
you pass out, then screw you some more while you lie there limp."

She hiked her crotch, ground her snatch wetly on the heavy rod, and 
felt the flanged head touch her cervix.

Stroking powerfully into her, he made corkscrew motions that twisted 
his shaft within her hole, that turned her on in a blaze of blissful 
movements. Sunny tried everything with him, bumping high and dropping 
back swiftly, lifting up and holding her crotch tightly to his so he 
couldn't thrust fully, shaking and clamping down as if her cunt were 
some kind of runaway machine.

"Tight--hot--squeezing down on my cock--"

It was the words, too, she thought; it was the talking that made it all 
better than the mute fucking of a dog. But when she got going with 
George, when she had the Great Dane's super-hard shaft buried in her 
twitching pussy, she forgot he couldn't talk, and his whining did just 
as well.

Judd was almost as hairy as her dog, too--thicker in places, not as 
wiry in others. She rode his pistoning rod, seesawed on the meaty joint 
that filled her cunt to its farthest expansion, and raised her arms to 
wrap them lovingly around his neck.

He was pounding her now, jarring her entire body with the force of his 
hungry thrusts, and she tried to wring his prick with rotating motions 
of her crotch, tried to tie it into knots of slippery flesh and strong 
sinew.

His balls--big and hairy, wet now from her lubrications--his balls 
swung into the cleft of her heaving ass with the rhythm of a 
kettledrum. Her tits swung back and forth across the sweaty forest of 
his wide chest, and just as Sunny felt him stiffening out, she locked 
her teeth into his neck and hung on.

"Oh, shit!" Judd snarled, and pushed at her head, but she had it fucked 
too closely into his throat for him to get much leverage. But even 
though he struggled with her, fought against the sharpness of her bite, 
he continued to drive his ram-rodding prick into her shuddering cunt.

She moaned through the grip she had on his skin, and gave a series of 
convulsive humpings of her belly. Battering her crotch into his, she 
felt the marvelous sensations rising, knew it surged behind her knees 
and swiftly up along the taut flesh of her thighs. When it exploded at 
the pinnacle of her clit, she moaned again, and her head rolled back 
from the beautiful, utter shock of her coming.

Another stroke bludgeoned into her pussy, and yet another hammered into 
her relaxing cunt. Then Judd Lorimer popped his nuts with a wordless 
cry of ecstasy. His jism came hosing into her narrow twat like a nozzle 
gone wild, spitting furiously against the end of her womb, splashing 
hot and slippery onto the walls of her cunt. As always, his cum was 
thick and buttery, bubbling and foaming under the pent-up pressure of 
his jerking balls.

He sighed atop her, his weight pressing down upon her small tits, his 
prick soaking full length in the clasping velvet of her pussy. She 
licked into his ear, and Judd shivered; she pushed her tongue into his 
ear and held it there, stroking his hairy shoulders with both hands.

Lorimer pulled his head away and backed his cock carefully out of her 
torrid hole. "You bit me, you little bitch. You left a mark on my neck 
that I'll play hell explaining."

Sunny felt wonderful. "Worried about your wife seeing my teeth marks? 
Just tell her you were bitten by a bitch."

Rubbing his neck, Judd swung his feet off the couch. His cock raised 
itself like a flagpole with a shiny knob on top; only his knob wasn't 
golden, she thought, and it had been rained on.

Judd said, "You got so excited when you were coming you tried to eat me 
back, to use your mouth in some way like I was using mine."

"I don't know," she answered, stretching out her legs and sliding down 
on her side. Pressing her belly against the cheeks of his ass, she 
curled over so that her tits were against his thigh, and the breath 
from her open mouth stirred into his soaked crotch hairs. "I wanted to 
make you fuck harder when you were coming. Hey--I can see your cum 
around the root of your prick. It's all frothy, like it was run through 
a mixer."

"Hell," he said, "it was. You can shift gears inside your little pussy 
and grind up a man's cock. Like I said before, you're naturally born to 
this kind of sport, to fucking and eating prick like you'd been trained 
all your young life. And that's kind of strange, because your mother 
seems frigid to me, a real ice-maker. Maybe your old man's genes 
carried all your sexuality."

She blew into his crotch. "I don't know that, either. I don't remember 
much about my father, but I don't think my mom is all that cold--just 
lonely and kind of shy."

Lorimer looked at his watch and shuffled his feet. Sunny held his leg 
and said, "Don't you want me to go down on you again? I can do a better 
job this time, now that I've had some experience."

"Come on," Judd said. "Your mother may come home anytime now. We got 
started late today, remember? And my kids are somewhere around the 
house. Look, we'll get together tomorrow."

"That's too far away," she said. "Guess I'll have to fuck George some 
more."

He shoved her back and stood up. "You and that damned dog. If I wasn't 
out of my head about you, I'd kick both your asses."

Sunny smiled evilly at him. "Why--you're getting jealous of George. If 
you don't want me screwing him tonight, meet me in your backyard about 
eleven o'clock. Or--I have a better idea. Sneak on over to the doghouse 
in my yard, and I'll let you watch George fuck me while I go down on 
you. I'm sure George won't mind."

Lorimer jerked on his shorts and climbed into his jeans. Over one 
shoulder, he said, "You're some kind of pervert, baby. It's okay with 
me, but don't let many people hear you talking like that."

She watched him struggle into his shirt, saw him turn up the collar to 
hide where she'd bitten his throat. Maybe it was already time to do 
some talking--like telling Betsy Lorimer to come watch her daddy fuck. 
Maybe it would do everyone concerned a lot of good, and just possibly 
get Judd turned on to his own sexy daughter.



Chapter 5


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Betsy jumped visibly. "W-What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey--how about your brother Harry?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ooohh! Oh--aaahhh!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She said, "Because you are her daddy, Judd. Your prick is soaking 
inside Betsy's cunt--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.



Chapter 6


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

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

* * *


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

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

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

* * *


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But with another girl--"

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

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

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

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

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

"I like it, too," Teresa admitted.

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

She knew then what she was going to do next.



Chapter 7


Her mother had two more drinks, so that when Sunny helped her upstairs, 
Teresa was wobbly. She wasn't smashed, Sunny thought, just completely 
relaxed and not giving a damn about morals or perversions or anything 
like that.

Teresa was hanging loose, laughing a lot at silly things, and if she 
was still mixed up about what was happening to her sex life, she didn't 
show it. She clung to her daughter as they mounted the steps, and Sunny 
hugged her mother back, a high, wild excitement rising within her body. 
But she remembered that she had to take a shower, that the dog's cum 
was still gunky in her snatch and dried upon her thighs.

At the bathroom door, she stopped. "Mom--will you take a shower with 
me?"

"Sure," Teresa said. "Anything you say, baby."

So they went in the bathroom together, stripping off their clothing, 
giggling while they did so; Teresa was high on liquor but Sunny was 
high on sex. Turning on the shower, Sunny climbed in and gave her 
mother a hand, then slid the curtain closed.

She fondled her mother's tits, those big, soft boobies that were so 
beautifully shaped, and with the water purling over them, their texture 
was even smoother, the nipples high and hard. Sunny said, "You have 
lovely tits, so round and high. I hope mine get to look just like yours 
someday."

Her mother smiled wetly. "They will, darling. But your boobies are 
beautiful just as they are--so nice and shapely, just beginning to turn 
ripe."

Sunny took a deep breath when her mom's hands closed over her tits, and 
for several long moments, they stood in the shower, playing with each 
other's boobs. Then Sunny let go and reached for the soap. "Just stand 
still, mom. Let me wash you all over."

"If you want to."

"Oh. I do-I do!" Sunny's hands were busy, and the soap bubbles floated 
as she slid her frothing hands over her mom's skin. She began with the 
shoulders, then moved down to the tits with their cherry-pink nipples. 
Lingering there awhile, Sunny trailed her fingers down over her 
mother's rib cage, then to the planes of the smooth belly.

When she caressed the flaring of the slim hips, she heard her mom suck 
air in sharply, and dropped one hand quickly to cup the wet and 
dripping mound of the pussy. The honey-blonde hairs were so thick and 
curly, soaked now by water, and Sunny turned them slick by the 
soapsuds,

Moving her hand softly and tenderly between her mother's sleek thighs, 
she caressed, washed, laved that lovely twat while Teresa trembled like 
a slim willow caught in a storm wind. Sunny leaned her face close and 
kissed a wet tit, licked at a wet nipple and kept her fingers moving 
onto, and into, that sweet pussy.

"I can't stand it any longer," Sunny said huskily. Rinsing her mother's 
body quickly, soaping and cleansing her own flesh even more swiftly, 
she turned off the water and hopped out of the tub enclosure to give 
her mom a hand.

"I have to dry off," Teresa said, her eyes a deep and burning purple.

"Never mind," Sunny said.

The bath mat wasn't big enough, but the carpet absorbed the droplets of 
water that slid off their bodies. And Sunny held her mother in her arms 
to kiss her. Her mouth pressed down and her tongue reached, and her 
mother's lips opened widely, gladly. Their tongues met and raced over 
one another, hot and wet, and their gasping breaths blended perfectly.

Sunny had never made love to a woman before, but she'd had her cunt 
lapped before, so she had a pretty good idea how to go about eating her 
mom's pussy. Breaking the terrific kiss, she nibbled at her mother's 
nipples, licked over them, then sucked one into her mouth.

"Oh! Oh, Sunny--my daughter--oh! You haven't done that since you were a 
baby. Oh! It feels so good!"

And Sunny released the tit to work farther down the vibrant body, 
lapping over the quaking flesh as her dog would, if he was there. But 
George was tied outside, and Sunny was playing the puppy dog, and her 
mother's wet skin was delicious.

Sunny's open mouth traveled down her mother's tummy, and her tongue 
trailed a damp path behind, tasting it all. The belly button dipped in 
there, and Sunny's tongue went exploring in it, as her mom writhed and 
moaned. The heat reached out and up, and suddenly Sunny's lips were 
brushing into the damply springy curls of pussy hair, her nostrils 
flaring at the fragrance rising delicately from the cuntlips 
themselves.

"Oh darling," Teresa groaned from somewhere far above Sunny's head. "Oh 
no, you mustn't! Oh, please don't do that! It's not right--no!"

But of course, Sunny went right on, rubbing her cheek into that furry 
pussy mound, nuzzling into the soft dampness, and at last, daring to 
flick out her tongue to seek the flavor of the cuntlips. It was 
delicious, a flowerlike spice touched with musk that made Sunny's 
entire being tingle.

She thrust her tongue boldly into the silken gash, pushing into it to 
the wetter cavity beyond, tonguing into her mother's pussy, her 
mother's snatch! It was far-out and freaky, and she reached around to 
take the cheeks of Teresa's ass into both hands, to plunge her mouth 
deeply into the hairily resilient cunt.

Her mom squirmed and surged, gasping and murmuring half-words; hands 
dug into Sunny's hair, pushed down upon her head, and her mom was 
fucking her in the face, bucking her crotch into Sunny's eager mouth.

Sunny licked into the wiggling hole, lapped the way her dog might, 
using a quick, wet tongue that seemed to grow hotter with every passing 
second. Her mother's cuntlips pressed against her teeth, and she 
nibbled at them. She ate into the soft, juicy flesh, discovered the 
throbbing clitoris, and went after it with lips and tongue, with the 
reaching of her teeth.

"Ahh, darling! Oh, how wonderful! Baby, baby! Oh, I just can't stand 
any more! Oh, please--let me go--ahh

Sunny sucked on the clit, drew it between her teeth and shook it 
tenderly, squirming when her mother squirmed, hunching when her mother 
hunched, feeling a hot flood within her own cunt. Pulling, siphoning, 
she let go from time to time to run her tongue over her mom's clit, to 
race the tip around inside the lips of her juicy pussy.

"S-Sunny! Oh, my baby! My little girl! Oh, I'm going to come, darling! 
Your mommy is COMING!"

Sunny growled into her cunt, drew hungrily upon it, sucked it as if it 
was some ripe melon. Her fingernails dug into the cheeks of Teresa's 
sleek ass, lifting it, shoving her mouth as deep as she could get it, 
trying to bury her entire face into the sweetly trembling cunt as her 
mother came.

Teresa swung her legs up, bent the knees, and clamped her thighs around 
her daughter's head; her hands locked into Sunny's hair, and it was as 
if she was attempting to make her avid pussy devour the girl.

Contentedly, Sunny continued to lap into the hotly seeping slit, 
curling her tongue and bringing back a deliciously slidy moisture to 
her mouth, swallowing it and licking back for more. She was drinking 
her mother's oils, sucking down her mom's cunt juices, the slippery 
fluids that were meant to lubricate a man's hard prick.

Slowly then, she lifted her dripping face, and slowly, she began to 
retrace her path back up her mother's body. It had gone limp now, the 
thighs dropped from her head, the belly heaving slightly, erratically. 
Such smooth and flawless skin, Sunny thought, nipping it here and 
licking it there. Her mom was really a beautiful woman, rounded where 
she should be, and slim where it counted.

The tits--comforting pillows with hard tips in their centers, nice and 
giving; she pressed her face between them for a long time. Then she 
kissed the base of her mother's throat and the pulse throbbing there. 
The red mouth waited for her, the lips parted damply, the tongue tip 
hiding just behind them.

They kissed, tongues meeting wetly as Sunny passed the flavors of her 
mother's pussy to Teresa's mouth. Their teeth raked gently, and the 
lips were avidly mobile as their breaths mixed hotly.

They lay quietly then, Sunny atop her mother's supine body, sliding her 
small tits over the big ones, placing her flat belly upon her mother's 
more rounded tummy.

It was only natural for them to begin making fucking motions, to grind 
their cunt mounds together, at first tenderly, then with stronger 
movements. Sunny had to slide down, since her mom was so much taller, 
but she got her cunt snugged tightly to the steaming crotch and screwed 
it as she would fuck a man.

Not quite the same, of course; she thrilled at the rare intimacy, and 
sometimes she tickled her clit against the nubby one of her mother. It 
wasn't really like fucking a man, or the same as screwing her big dog, 
either, but it was very good just the same.

She wiggled sensuously, and held to her mother's tits as she rotated 
her crotch into the darker-haired one beneath it. Wet flashes of 
electricity joined their cunts, and for just a little while, Sunny 
wished that she really had a prick growing between her thighs, so that 
she could shove it all the way to the swollen balls inside her mother's 
palpitating cunt.

 "C-Coming, Mom! Oh, I'm coming!"

"Yes, dear," her mother crooned, and stroked her head as Sunny bucked 
more heavily into her humid snatch. When the white-hot lights went off 
like fireworks inside Sunny's pussy, her mother petted her as if she 
were a small child.

It was nice and comforting; it was juvenile and somehow very much 
grown--up. Sighing, Sunny edged to one side and dropped from her 
mother's body, to turn over limply and throw an arm across her eyes.

She was floating, relaxed and drifting as she had done the first time 
Judd Lorimer fucked her, when he took her cherry and taught her what it 
was like to come. No, Sunny thought; Judd had been the first man to 
shove a prick into her cunt, but a prick had been there before--
George's super-hard tool.

Eyes closed, her heart and her breath slowing by degrees, Sunny flashed 
back to the swinging action between Betsy Lorimer and the dog. She 
wondered what her mother would do, how she would react, if George 
approached her with his long, red cock hanging out. Her mom would 
probably scream, and when she got herself together, would say that 
things had gone altogether too far. George might even get shipped off 
to the pound.

"Darling," her mother's voice was soft. "Are you tired out and falling 
asleep?"

"Not really," Sunny answered. "Just resting a minute, that's all. That 
was far--out, Mom."

"it was marvelous," Teresa agreed. "It was so utterly different that 
oh, I'll never be able to put what happened into words, so I won't try. 
I'll just say I love you, Sunny--much more now than I could ever have 
believed possible."

Turning, Sunny put an arm across the warmly naked body of her mother. 
"I know what you mean, Mom. It makes us a whole lot closer, not only 
loving, but being in love."

"Yes," Teresa said, "I think that's it."

A hand cupped Sunny's tit; another hand strayed down to feel the 
shaping of one of her asscheeks. Her mother asked, "Do you want me to 
do that to you, now? I may be somewhat clumsy at first, but I'm sure 
I'll get the hang of it pretty quick."

"If you really want to," Sunny said.

"I do, Sunny. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. If 
you're not too tired."

Sunny smiled into her mother's intent eyes. "No way, Mom. I think I 
could go all day and all night, too. Maybe I'll find out before too 
much longer."

She relaxed at the touch of her mother's mouth, allowed her tongue to 
be passive as the other searched aggressively over it. The kiss was 
prolonged and deep, and Sunny thought that it was good to lie quietly 
for a change, to have things done to her.

It was a freaky sensation, having her mother's mouth on her tit, 
feeling those familiar teeth upon her nipple, and Sunny lifted to it, 
arching her back and shivering. Her mom moved to the other nipple, 
giving it equal tune and hot attention, licking over the tip, pushing 
it down with her tongue, rolling it in her teeth.

As Sunny wiggled and petted her mother's honey-blonde hair, Teresa's 
mouth angled softly down the middle of Sunny's chest, licking torridly 
down to the flat belly. She did the same thing Sunny had, darted her 
tongue into the navel and held it there, making guns fire inside 
Sunny's pussy.

"Oh Mom--Mother, darling. That's nice. That's crazy. Lick me some more, 
Mom. Tickle your tongue right on down into my pussy hairs. Oh, that's 
it! That's it!"

The hot tongue turned her on, made her shake her ass and rotate her 
crotch. Her mother's hands were palming the cheeks of her butt, taking 
a grip on them, and Sunny couldn't reach her mom's head without bending 
up, so she let go and dropped the upper part of her body back on the 
floor. Her head was on the bath mat, and she stared into the faintly 
pink reflection of the bathtub close by.

Teresa's mouth burrowed thirstily into the lips of her cunt, and Sunny 
gasped with the blazing shock, but forced herself to lie reasonably 
still, made herself not participate violently in the growing intensity 
of the sensations. She was being passive, having it done to her, not 
doing it back.

And that was great for a while. Her mom murmured sweet things into the 
steamy slit, then shoved her tongue right on inside, feeling around 
Sunny's cunt with it, rubbing her mouth up and down the slippery cleft, 
so that her teeth scraped lightly over and across the throbbing 
pussylips.

Her mother didn't need instructions, but Sunny gave them anyway: "Oooh, 
Mom! Yes, run your tongue up and down, and bite my cuntlips a little. 
Ah! Yes, that's the way. Kind of chew on my pussy, and suck it. Suck my 
pussy, Mom! Eat it, eat my cunt and love it and suck it until you make-
-me--go--crazy!"

Teresa's mouth was ravenous, gnawing into Sunny's flexing pussy, 
sucking her guts out, pulling and teasing and making the hot tickles 
run up and down her daughter's spine. She couldn't hold still any 
longer, and her crotch seemed to lunge of its own free will, making a 
corkscrewing movement against her mom's gulping mouth.

Then she was fucking her mother's face, screwing her head, putting the 
shuddering lips of her pussy hard against the teeth and taking the 
tongue as if it was a man's hard prick, riding it and bucking her cunt. 
Lifting, moaning, she reached down for the lovely blonde hair and wove 
her fingers into its soft tresses.

"M-Mom! Oh, damn it! Yes, darling--eat me like that. Suck me until I 
come. Make my clit do tricks! Ah, yes! YES! Mom--Mom--Mother! Damn it! 
Ahh! I'm coming! Can you hear me? Eat my pussy,

Mom! You're making me come! CWMMEEE!!"

Sunny let it go, released the powerful swirling of feeling that was 
threatening to tear her clit loose from its roots. She came in a crazy 
patchwork of emotions, with sparkles of scorching lights, in a 
wiggling, shaking, humping series of slams that made her mother's head 
bounce.

It was a wonderful orgasm, and Sunny clenched her teeth upon its 
rapture, tried to hold forever to the lightning strikes of its bliss, 
only to shatter her soul and wheel drifting away into a warmly 
gathering darkness.

She came, and it was magic. Her mother ate softly into her trembling 
pussy, and it was the most magic thing of all.



Chapter 8


Her mother was asleep upstairs, so Sunny made herself a couple of 
sandwiches, and destroyed one rapidly. She carried the other one 
outside and alternated between bites into the salami and cheese with 
swallows from a can of Coke.

Beside his doghouse, George lifted one lazy eye at her, but she only 
grinned at him and passed on into the other yard. Rapping at the 
kitchen door, she chewed with contentment and washed it all down with 
the last of her cold drink. Betsy came to the door and stood looking at 
her.

"Hi, Betsy. Who else is home?"

"Just about everybody. Mom is across town again, but Dad is napping. 
That leaves me and Harry downstairs. What--what did you have in mind?"

"Harry," Sunny said. "Which one of us is going to screw him first?"

Betsy looked over her shoulder. "Shh! Not so loud, Sunny. He might hear 
you. I--I don't know about this. I mean, it's one thing with Daddy, and 
another with my brother."

Sunny moved past the other girl and stood in the kitchen. "Yeah, it'll 
be different. A different prick, that's what. Look, if you want to keep 
fucking your daddy, you have to get your brother into this. Like I got 
my mom."

"What? Your mom? How--the dog?"

"No, and don't mention George to her. I think that's one thing that'll 
shake her up good. Your daddy screwed her for me."

Betsy blinked, then grinned. "For himself, too, I'll bet. My father is 
the horniest guy in the world."

"Let's hope your brother runs him a close second," Sunny said. "But 
first, I have to tell you about Mom and me." And Sunny went into the 
details of how she had made love with her mother, had eaten pussy and 
been eaten herself. As she talked, she watched Betsy's face and saw the 
avid interest there. Betsy had evidently never had her tender cunt 
eaten, not even by her father, as yet. And certainly she hadn't learned 
what it could be like with another woman. That was a crazy kind of fun 
all its own.

"Okay," Sunny said when she finished the story. "How about Harry?"

"Maybe you'd better get to him first," Betsy said. "I mean, he'll be a 
lot easier for you. I saw him playing with his cock in the bathroom 
this morning, so I know he has the hots. Just go on into the living 
room and make him, and I'll wait out here until you're going good."

Sunny patted the other girl's arm. "Why not? Look out, Harry. Here I 
come--and here you come, too." She heard Betsy's giggle follow her into 
the other room where the boy lay half-sprawled upon the long couch.

Harry looked a lot like his sister, but in a bony, masculine way. His 
eyes were the same deep-brown, and his skin the same rose-olive, but 
his hair was jet-black, where Betsy's was a rich chocolate-brown. He 
was slim and lean, and looked up at her without much interest.

"Oh, hi, Sunny. If you're looking for Betsy, the kid is around back 
somewhere."

She sat down beside him, her hip nudging his thigh. "I'm looking for 
you. Tell me, Harry--can you get a hard-on after you jack off?"

He bounced erect, his face going red and his eyes round. "What the 
hell! Look, what do you ..."

"You jacked off this morning," Sunny said. "I just want to know if you 
can get your prick hard again so soon. I know some men can."

"Y-You--" he sputtered. "You're just a kid, for chrissakes, and you 
come around here talking dirty like that. I--you--"

Sunny shoved her hip closer, rubbed it against his leg. "I guess I 
already know the answer to my question, Harry. Even though you're all 
up-tight, I can see your cock swelling in your pants. You must be a 
real horny guy."

Speechless, he just stated at her until she put one small hand upon his 
thigh. Then he grunted and frowned and tried to look stern. "Sunny 
Watson, you're putting me on, and I'll bet my bitchy sister had 
something to do with it. Now you'd better run on home before somebody 
hears you talking dirty."

"Listen to the big man," she said, sliding her hand into his crotch 
where the swelling was. Harry leaped like a startled buck, but the 
pressure of her hand on his cock held him down. "You're sixteen," she 
went on, "and I'm only thirteen, but you know something.? I can fuck 
you into a melted puddle."

"You don't know what the hell you're talking about. Look, if you don't-
-I mean, my dad's upstairs and my sister is close by--"

Sunny squeezed his prick, noting with satisfaction that it was almost 
as big as his father's, and maybe even harder. She said: "We can hear 
anybody on the stairs, and if we get behind the couch, nobody can see 
us. Betsy's gone down the street. I saw her. Come on, big man. Do you 
want to fuck me, or would you rather go back to the toilet and jack 
off.?"

Harry's face turned redder, and his brown eyes caught fire, bunting 
into hers. "If you're some kind of little prick-teaser--"

"Try me," she said, and let go of his prick to get herself up and swing 
behind the couch. Down on the carpet, she stripped off her jeans and 
blouse, and when he came around to stare down at her naked body, Sunny 
rolled her belly suggestively and held up her arms to the boy.

Gulping, he climbed awkwardly from his own jeans and struggled with his 
Jockey shorts, his long, thick prick poking out and getting tangled in 
the material. Her second man lover, she thought; her third prick to 
know, but only her second human. It would be nice to have another 
lover, to know how this attractive boy acted when he fucked her. And 
once she got him hooked on her pussy, she could change him over to his 
sister, and from Betsy, on to Teresa Watson, her mother.

Harry had some good pussy coming, and she hoped he was good enough to 
deserve it all.

He was whispering, his voice thin and taut: "Damn--I never figured you 
to be so beautiful, Sunny. You really are."

Harry kneeled between her outstretched feet and ran his hands up the 
calves of her legs to fondle her knees; slowly, they moved up and 
across her thighs as Harry inched nearer, his courage growing. He 
touched her pussy, turned his hand so he could palm her entire feverish 
cunt mound. "What a crazy little cunt," he said.

She rolled her box into his hand, grinding her crotch and using 
fingertips to bounce her tits up at him. She saw how he was shaking, 
and wondered if he had ever had a piece of ass before, or if he spent 
all his time masturbating. But his prick was lovely, so hard and 
pulsing, and when he let go of her pussy to take his rod in one hand, 
she hiked her crotch to make it easier for him to aim his dick into her 
cunt hole.

His cockhead touched her pussy hair, pushed down and stopped vibrantly 
upon her pussylips. She loved the feel of his prick, all spongy and 
resilient, yet containing that hard core of male power. With a now-
practiced twist of her hips, she wrapped her cuntlips around the head 
of his stiff young prick, and with another lunge, made him stuff his 
dick full length into the wet, hot grip of her snatch.

"There!" she panted, moving her hands around his neck and drawing his 
face down to hers as his prick thrust strongly into her pussy. "There, 
Harry. You've got it in me. It's shoved home to the root, because I can 
feel your balls in the crack of my ass. And it's wonderful, wonderful!"

"S-Sunny," he gasped. "Oh, wow--Sunny! Your cunt is so tight and so 
hot--"

Then her mouth reached up to his, and her tongue pushed demandingly 
into his lips, effectively silencing his words. His tongue shivered 
against hers, and she felt the taking of his teeth, the hot gushing of 
his breath. He began to fuck her, to pump his rigid shaft deep into her 
clinging pussy, then backing it out so that she almost lost the flared 
head, only to stab it to the hilt once more. Whether Harry had ever 
screwed a girl or not, he was doing a good job now.

Sunny wiggled on the plunging cock, used her new-found knowledge to 
suck in his prickhead, to clamp down upon it, massaging his dick with 
the muscles of her cunt. Her clit shuddered at every stroke, and she 
ground her ass delightedly while Harry churned the meat to her.

He tore his mouth free of hers, groaning in ecstasy as she rode his 
cock, as her hand slid down his back to take the cheeks of his ass. She 
dug in her fingernails and helped him pound his rod home, and in turn, 
Harry tightened his arms around her slim waist as she heaved and 
whirled her pussy around on his shaft.

"Sunny! I'm coming! I'M COMING!"

In a frenzy then, she slammed her cunt to him, rocked and bucked her 
crotch to catch up with the orgasm threatening to break within her 
lover. Latching her legs around him as far as she could reach, Sunny 
hunched her pussy with desperate speed.

But she didn't quite catch him. The knob of Harry's prick slowed in its 
stroking, swelled and flexed. Then it thundered forth with a geyser of 
hot jazz, with a roaring stream of boiling cum that flooded her entire 
cunt from wall to wall. The cum continued to spurt from the head of his 
cock, although in ever-diminishing jets.

Then her own climax came to a convulsive cresting, and she hammered her 
heels into the cheeks of Harry's ass. Her nails dug into his spine and 
she writhed madly upon the impalement of his cock. She felt the juices 
squishing out, the dripping of his cum intermingled with her 
lubrications, as it flowed around his imbedded prick and down the crack 
of her ass. Sticky and steaming, it passed over the compressed ring of 
her asshole and puddled upon the carpet.

Dropping back, her legs and arms sliding from around his sweating body, 
Sunny sighed in completion. Hot waves of rapture kept rolling within 
her well-filled pussy, but they were no longer the sharp-edged 
slashings of her coming. Milder now, they thrilled her cunt and kept 
her clitoris thrumming, and she didn't want Harry to take his hard 
prick out of her snatch.

But he did so, backing his rod from the grasp of her pussy and spilling 
yet more gooey sperm across the blonde hairs of her twat. Above her he 
said, "Come on, Sunny. My sister might be in here any minute. We have 
to put on our clothes and get straight."

Sunny sat up, but didn't make a move towards her clothes. "Your sister 
has been watching us, Harry. She knew I was going to fuck you."

His face changed. "W-What? Betsy--"

"Still," Sunny commented, "I suppose we have to get dressed for now. 
You won't be able to screw again for at least a few minutes. And maybe 
we'd do better out in the backyard, or down in the basement."

Harry said, "I don't believe it--about Betsy watching us." He was 
scrabbling for his pants, hurrying into them. Zipping and wiggling his 
hips.

Sunny said, "Tell him, Betsy."

And Betsy said from where they couldn't see her: "I saw it all, Harry--
for as long as it lasted."

The boy went red, and got tangled into his T-shirt, trying to get it 
on. Languidly, Sunny reached for her own clothes. "Told you, lover."

"But damnit--I--Dad's upstairs, so close, and--"

Not yet, Sunny thought; she wouldn't tell him about his father yet. The 
shock might run Harry up a wall, especially when he discovered that his 
dad was fucking his sister--and, incidentally, little Sunny Watson. But 
Harry would adjust when the time came, which would be soon enough. He 
was, as Betsy had described her brother, a horny kid; he wouldn't want 
to miss out on any of the great ticking planned for him.

When they came from behind the couch, she saw Betsy grinning at them 
from the kitchen archway. Harry said roughly: "Come on. Let's get the 
hell out of the house before the old man comes downstairs."

There was a place in the Lorimer yard that was secluded, behind a 
screening of rose bushes and the corner of a high hedge. They went 
there, sitting on the manicured lawn and not looking at each other 
until Sunny said, "This is silly. Harry and I fucked, and Betsy saw it 
all. So what?"

"So it was a freaky thing to do," Harry said. "Dad could have come down 
any second, and as for you, Betsy--are you some kind of freak?"

"No more than you," she said defensively. "I knew about it ahead of 
time, dummy. Sure, I watched. I've seen your cock before, you know."

Sunny said, "Let's not fight. We have a good thing going here. Harry, 
your sister and I talked it over before I screwed you, because we 
wanted you brought in on--things around here."

He stared at her. "What kind of things?"

"Well," she said, "sexy things that Betsy and I are into. And other 
people we'll tell you about later. Did you know that your sister wants 
you to fuck her, too?"

Harry flinched visibly. "Hey, look--that's kind of a heavy trip! I 
mean--"

"Show him, Betsy," Sunny suggested. "He's kind of slow, really."

Betsy Lorimer took off her bandanna blouse,
and her fine young tits caught the sun, their hard nipples standing out 
like ripe olives. "You've been eyeing my boobs for years, Harry. Take a 
good look. Do you like them?"

Her brother whistled softly. "Yeah, but look--just because I think 
you're a foxy chick, that doesn't mean I really thought about screwing 
my own sister."

Betsy lifted her trim ass and slid out of her cutoffs. "You scared to? 
I'm not."

"Hey," he said. "Dad might come out. I mean--look, not right here--"

Betsy slid close to her brother and put her hand on his crotch. "You've 
got half a hard-on already. Let's get it up all the way and fuck, the 
way both of us have wanted to for a lot of years."

Weakly, he protested, "But Dad--"

Sunny said, "Much as I hate to miss this, I'll go take care of your 
father. I'll get him out of the house the front way, and take him over 
to my house."

"Thanks, Sunny," the other girl said. "I'll bring Harry over sometime 
later--after I tell him some things."

"See you then," Sunny said, and stood up. "Have a real good fuck, you 
two."

They were holding to each other when she left them to go into the 
house, and as she climbed the stairs to Judd Lorimer's room, she 
imagined that the brother and sister were already screwing.



Chapter 9


Judd said, "I had to get you out of my house, you hot-assed little 
bitch. My wife is due home at any time, and you'd have fucked things up 
royally if she'd come upstairs and caught us in my bedroom together."

Sunny opened the front door of her own house and motioned him inside. 
"What'll she say about you being over here?"

He followed her. "Oh, I can alibi this--like you needed a washing 
machine fixed, right? But what did you have to tell me that was so 
important it couldn't wait any longer? Besides that you're horny, that 
is."

She turned to him and held up her mouth for a kiss, pressing her body 
against him as best she could, standing on tippytoe. "Of course, I'm 
horny. I always am. But I wanted to tell you that your cock is bigger 
than your son's. I just fucked Harry behind the couch in your living 
room."

He drew back and blinked down at her. "You screwed my son? Harry must 
have been surprised as hell. I've been worried about that boy, hanging 
around the house all the time."

"You don't have to worry about him. Once he gets started, he's a good 
fuck. He's proving that right now to his sister. And before you get all 
wild-eyed, that's no more incest than you screwing your own daughter, 
and he certainly isn't going to take her away from you. We're just 
spreading the fucking around, bringing in more people so less of them 
can bug us."

Judd shook his head. "I'm not jealous of my own kids. I just wonder why 
they weren't fucking each other before now. And since you and Betsy and 
your mother, it's getting rough for me to keep up"

"And your wife?" Sunny asked.

He shrugged. "It's only once in a long while that I screw Lenore. Not 
that she isn't a good lay, but we just don't make it often these days. 
I don't think she has a lover on the side, either."

"She's the only one left out in the cold," Sunny said, "but it'll be 
kind of difficult to bring her into the magic circle by using you--or 
Harry. Not right at first, with Harry. I just don't know how we're 
going to manage your wife, Judd. If I had a father, or a horny brother-
-"

Judd moved with her to the foot of the stairs and looked up. "You've 
got a passionate mother, and I'm glad for that."

"We'll think of something," Sunny said. "Maybe your wife would like me, 
or my mom."

Judd lifted an eyebrow at her. "You've gone into that with your mother? 
A little circumspect pussy-eating?"

"Some great pussy-eating," Sunny corrected. "And right now, I thought 
the three of us could swing--you and me and Mom, really swing this 
time."

He reached down and patted her small ass. "Let's get with it, baby. I 
never fucked a mother and daughter together."

Upstairs, Teresa Watson rolled over when she heard the door open, and 
the smile she gave them was tremulous, full of hope and understanding. 
"Sunny, Judd--how nice."

She looked like honey ice cream, Sunny thought--all golds and creamy 
highlights, her flawless skin set off by the daffodil-yellow shortie 
gown she wore. A faint pink stained her cheeks, and those purple eyes 
were very soft with anticipation. Sunny went to her mother and gathered 
her close, feeling the big, soft mounds of her tits crushing against 
her own jugs, boobie to boobie. She couldn't resist kissing the ripe 
mouth with its slightly parted lips, but Sunny only used a flicking 
tongue before pulling back. She didn't want to get deeply involved just 
yet, not with Judd in the wings.

She said: "Mom, Judd and I came to make love with you. Both of us."

Smiling, Teresa said, "How marvelous. I was getting lonely."

And Judd said, "A woman so lovely should never be lonely, Teresa."

His cock was as strong as ever, Sunny saw, watching him step out of his 
pants. That huge, meaty shaft was shiny at the tip, in ardent 
anticipation of things to come. The big balls hung below the root, 
furry and swollen so that they were only slightly wrinkled. The sight 
of his nuts had a hypnotic effect upon Sunny, and she stared raptly at 
them as Judd climbed onto the bed with them.

"Sunny, lie down beside your mother and help her take off that 
nightie."

Beginning to tremble a little, Sunny did as commanded, her snatch 
starting to heat up again, and she realized that it still contained 
most of that tremendous load of jazz Harry had pumped into it. Now his 
father would fuck it, too. Would he be able to tell? Her cunt would be 
juicier, more slippery more than usual. Maybe she would remind Judd, 
she thought, but not until he was stroking that huge cock into her 
pussy.

She lifted the filmy nightgown from her mother's arms, and couldn't 
resist planting a wet kiss upon the nipple nearest her. Holding her mom 
by the hand, she lay back, waiting for Judd's next instructions.

He said, "I'm going to fuck both of you--put it to Teresa first, and 
screw her for a while, then pull out my prick and stick it into Sunny's 
little cunt. Mother and daughter alike--both of you riding my cock. I 
don't know which one of you I'll come in, because I'll be moving back 
and forth, holding off for as long as I can."

"Which may not be long," Sunny murmured, squeezing her mother's hand.

Judd played with them both, feeling over their legs and cuddling their 
snatches in his hands. He slipped a finger into each of their torrid 
cunts and worked back and forth, tickling them until they were both 
wriggling. "Sweet cunts," he said, "both hot for me, both greasy for 
the fucking. One of them is a little tighter than the other, but not 
all that much. Juicy pussies, passionate and eager, hungry for this big 
prick. Okay, girls, here it comes."

Sunny's thigh quivered beside her mother's, touching the satiny skin. 
Turning her head to the left, she watched Judd guide the rosy head of 
his immense cock into the curly, rich hairs of her mother's cunt. She 
saw the hairs caress the bulb for a moment, then saw the knob disappear 
into the scarlet gash that opened to take it inside.

The rod followed smoothly, its twisted veins plunging into the hot 
depths of Teresa's cunt, the trunk sliding from sight until the 
distended balls were in the cleft of her ass. Teresa hiked her knees 
then, and her fingers closed almost brutally upon her daughter's hand, 
while Sunny squirmed in sympathy, vicariously feeling that prick in her 
mom's pussy.

Judd's strong fingers spread upon her mother's white thighs, and he 
thrust powerfully into her upraised cunt, pulling back so that Sunny 
could see the slick stuff on his rod, burying it to the roots with 
another stroke. The bed shook beneath them, and Teresa Watson rolled 
her belly as she took his meat; the breath hissed from her clenched 
teeth, and she pounded softly upon the mattress with her free hand, her 
head thrown back and her eyes closed in ecstasy.

Then Judd pulled his cock all the way out of her hole, making a gulping 
wet sound as he did so. Sunny stared in fascination as the hairy man 
moved on his knees to loom over her. She knew that her mother hadn't 
come, and faintly resented Judd for that.

Then she knew only the raw thrill of his cock, all greasy and red from 
being inside her mother's cunt. It approached her crotch, and Sunny 
hiked to meet it, feeling out with one hand, getting to briefly cup the 
swinging bails before Judd set the blunt end of his pack into her 
pussylips.

"Fuck me, darling," she breathed. "Let me feel your prick just the way 
my mom did. Stick that gorgeous cock up my pussy and work it in and 
out. Oh, Judd--you beautiful, hard-cocked man!"

Judd complied, feeding the hot and pulsing dong into the clinging 
tissues of her eager cunt. Her pussy closed on him like wet, hot satin, 
and she clamped down on her mother's fingers, signaling the other woman 
that their mutually adored cock was sinking home inside her twat.

"Sunny, darling," her mother said, "isn't it tremendous? So thrilling, 
so lovely."

"Y-Yeah," Sunny answered, wiggling on the moving shaft, rolling her ass 
and grinding her crotch into his shaggy one at every thrust. "We'll 
fuck him, Mom. We'll really fuck him!"

And she pulled her mother's hand over to cup it on a tit, turned her 
face to the side so that her mother could lean close to kiss her. Her 
hot tongue bored into her mom's avid mouth, and their tongues battled 
for a breathless moment, their teeth clashing. Judd continued to burrow 
his cock into Sunny's cunt, his pace slow and unhurried, his prick 
sliding deep.

It was great, tonguing her mother while Judd pumped his pole in her 
snatch, freaky to feel her mother's fingers caressing a tit and rolling 
the nipple. Sunny wanted to do it all at one time--fuck and be fucked, 
eat a pussy and have her own gobbled. And of course she also wanted to 
take the head of the man's big prick in her mouth, to suck it until he 
blew hot jism down her throat.

He was gone. Suddenly and without warning, Judd's cock was gone from 
the tender trap of her adoring pussy, and Sunny's eyes flew wide in 
angry shock. She reached out for him, but Judd had moved back between 
her mother's legs and was already pushing his glistening prick into 
Teresa's welcoming cunt.

"Oooh, darling!" her mother cried, hoarse with passion. "Judd, my 
lover--what a wonderful prick, and it's so greasy now. Feed it to me, 
Judd. Oh, fuck me hard, hard!"

He stroked his dick into Teresa's cunt, and Sunny sat up so she could 
see better. Both her mother's hands were on his hips, riding them back 
and forth as he screwed, and Sunny got her fingertips between their 
heaving bellies to stroke her mother's pussy with every driving thrust 
Judd made into it, to fondle the toot of his prick at the same time.

"C-Coming!" Teresa Watson cried out. "Oooh, I can't stand it! I'M 
COMING!"

The white thighs vibrated and the big, soft tits surged up; her 
mother's belly fluctuated madly and the honeyed hair of her cunt 
brushed at the thick root of Judo' s cock.

To the instant, to the pinwheeling fragment of maddened time, Sunny 
knew when her mother came, and felt the answering shudder of Judd's 
prick. Savagely then, she pulled back on the shaft of his tool, shoved 
her hand violently against his lower belly and made his prick snap out 
of the still squirming pussy below it. The head was flexing, and cum 
jetted forth like a fire hose, splashing all over the lips of her 
mother's hot pussy, wetting the curly hairs with creamy drops.

Dragging him over to her by the squirting cock, Sunny crammed the 
slippery prickhead into her aching pussy, humping up to it until she 
had sucked his dick deeply into her snatch. She caught the cheeks of 
his ass in both hands, digging her fingertips into the crack, pushing 
down against his asshole.

And she fucked him swiftly, driving her belly against his with wetly 
resounding slaps, swinging her ass from side to side to force the 
plunging cock over the sensitivity of her clitoris. His prick leaked 
jazz with every thrust, and Sunny reveled in the liquid sliding, 
luxuriated in the greasy penetrations, for Judd's dong was still big 
and hard.

Wildly, she corkscrewed her pussy over his rod, and she slammed her 
crotch into his, forcing his cock as deep as she could possibly take 
it, feeling the knob bump against her womb. Her orgasm rose swiftly, 
foaming inside her quivering hole, skyrocketing through her belly and 
exploding at the same time in her ass, at the nipples of her tits. Even 
her belly button danced.

She screamed out something, and pounded her cunt on his shaft a few 
more times, squeezing the last faint flashes of rapture from her 
climax. Eyes closed, teeth clenched, she panted for breath, and the 
sweat from his hairy chest ran down to wet the valley between her tits.

"You're a savage little bitch," Judd told her.

"Punish me," she said. "Fuck me to death, or make me eat your prick. 
You can go down on my mother at the same time."

"While she does you? It's an idea, baby. But I'd rather work back and 
forth--or maybe while we're all resting a bit, both of you can eat me."

Sunny didn't argue with him; it wasn't a thing to do when Judd had 
ideas about fucking, for he would simply overpower them both, if they 
dared to disagree. When he turned over onto his back with his big cock 
standing up, she kissed his mouth, then his throat, and when she had 
worked down to one of his nipples, she looked across his hairy chest 
and met her mother's eyes; Teresa was doing the same thing, matching 
her daughter, move for sensual move.

They brushed cheeks when they were nibbling down his belly, and after 
Sunny laved his navel with her tongue, she lifted it out and moved it 
directly into her mother's mouth. Sliding their tits over his hips, 
they fondled with their hands, with their eagerly seeking lips, with 
the soft hotness of their tongues.

Sunny licked around the base of his thick cock, and so did her mother. 
Teresa cupped the man's balls while Sunny ran her palm back and forth 
across his crotch. The girl lapped up one side of his prick, and her 
mother followed on the other side.

"That's the way, you cocksucking bitches," Judd said. "Lick me, kiss 
me, then suck me. Eat my prick."

"Ummm," Sunny answered, moving her tongue up to run it teasing around 
the ridge of his cockhead.

"Yes, dear," her mother said, and also licked over his knob.

They were gently busy, their tongues meeting from time to time over and 
around his bulb, licking him into a state of vibrancy. When their faces 
turned together, Sunny kissed her mom, or brushed her tongue tip. It 
was a far-out scene, she thought; they were sharing in a way that few 
women could, dividing this man between them, loving him with their 
tongues and loving each other the same way.

His hands found their heads and stroked them as they worked on his 
cock. Sunny was the first to take the cockhead between her lips, to nip 
it gently and shove the end of her tongue into its little slit. But she 
relinquished it gladly to her mom, licking down the shaft while Teresa 
sucked delicately upon the cockhead.

Judd started to shift from side to side, the cheeks of his muscular ass 
flexing, and Teresa let go of his knob so that Sunny could take it over 
again. But Sunny held her mother close, and soon they were lapping the 
prickhead between them, holding onto his shaft, his balls, and gobbling 
voraciously at his bulb.

"Oh, shit! Oh, you bitches! You're eating my cock to pieces! Oh, yes! 
Yeah! Chew it, you cunts! Suck my prick! Ahh, baby--baby!"

His cum burst between them, showering up into both their open mouths, 
spraying duck and hot against their lips and over their teeth. Sunny 
licked at her share, drew it into her mouth and down her pulsing 
throat, hungry for the musky strength of the sperm.

Tongue to tongue, both women lapped and sucked, pulling in the 
delicious jazz, suctioning it from the dripping head of his prick. 
Sunny wiped a hand at her cheek, discovered some drops there and 
smeared them over her flushed skin. Sticky and foaming, the sperm was 
everywhere--in their hair, over their chins; they cleaned it carefully, 
using their quick, red tongues to chase down each hidden gem of the 
stuff.

Judd was limp beneath them, not moving as their hard-nippled tits 
dragged back and forth across his crotch. Finished at last, Sunny gave 
her mother's sticky mouth a lingering kiss and sat up to look at their 
drained lover. His eyes were closed and his chest was heaving. Judd had 
loosed two magnificent loads of jism within a matter of a few hectic 
minutes, but now he was through, and for some time Sunny could see.

Then she remembered Harry Lorimer, and was glad she and his sister had 
fucked him. It would be more fun, with another male--and another 
female.



Chapter 10


Sunny had to he on her back and slide all the way down his belly, and 
take a grip on both his hind leg. That way, she could position herself 
to take the dog's cock in her mouth, while at the same time, she left 
her lower body free for Betsy Lorimer to play with.

Before licking George's sheath, she said to the other girl: "It's okay, 
Betsy. Really. I mean, if George starts to hurt me, I'll bite his cock 
and make him quit. And if you want to find out how to eat a girl's 
pussy, now is the time."

"I-I guess so," Betsy said. "It was terrific when you did it to me. But 
this dog--"

"I'll take care of George," Sunny said. "He's my pet."

Peering around and down at her, the Great Dane's eyes looked puzzled, 
as if he were trying to understand this new position. But George seemed 
to know very well that something juicy was going to happen to him; the 
shiny red head of his pointed cock cased from its protective sheath and 
the dog humped gently.

"Good old George," Sunny breathed, tickling the heavy balls with her 
fingers. "Always ready to fuck. I'm about to do something nice for you, 
George. I'm going to suck you off."

She touched her tongue to the slippery cockhead, and the dog shuddered. 
Stretching her lips, she put them around the end of the extra-hard 
prick, and the dong slid out of hiding and into her mouth with one 
quick thrust. The taste was different, she thought, not really as 
strong as a man's prick.

All she had to do was run her tongue around that funny-shaped head a 
few times, and George started to hunch into her mouth. She played with 
his pistoning cock then, licking it and nipping it as it moved back and 
forth. She sucked on the thrusting shaft, and George speeded up his 
fucking, making that mixed growling and whining noise deep in his 
powerful chest. His balls swung in a short arc, and she held onto this 
back legs, so he couldn't slam his cock too deeply into her throat.

Then she felt the tentative probings of the other girl's mouth, hot 
upon her pussy, the warm breath tickling across her inner thighs and 
into her cunt hairs. The tongue was swift, a darting thing that seemed 
not to want to stay--until it had a taste of the juices gathering like 
heavy dew on Sunny's pussylips. Then Betsy shoved deep, and Sunny 
wiggled her cunt blissfully upon the tender impalement of her friend's 
ticking tongue.

It was a crazy sensation, to suck and be sucked at the same moment, and 
she made the most of the feeling, humping her cunt up to Betsy's lips, 
pulling hungrily on the dog's seesawing prick. George fed it to her as 
if her mouth was the greasy cunt of a bitch dog in heat, and she took 
his cock the same way, sucking and drawing, licking and biting gently.

As the pressure built up within her pussy, as she was turned on more 
and more, Sunny rocked more violently against Betsy's avid mouth, 
grinding her clit and feeling the differentness of this new pussy-
eater. And for a fleeting second, she considered taking her mouth away 
from George's rapidly swelling prick, to allow him to spurt his juice 
in mid air.

Then she realized that wasn't why she was sucking the dog's cock; she 
wanted to know, to feel, to be, and George was just as much her lover 
as either of her men--maybe more. He was always there when she needed 
him, and always ready to fuck.

Sunny caressed the thick round balls, and sucked on the distended 
cockhead. The good feelings were getting better in her pussy, too, and 
she rolled her crotch in joy as Betsy siphoned into her hot, slidy 
gash. The girl was a natural, finding all the sensitive nerves, making 
her teeth fondle the clit and rubbing her chin into the mushy cuntlips.

But George let go before Sunny had quite reached her own climax. The 
head of his driving cock ballooned and the boiling hot jazz splashed 
inside Sunny's mouth, spattered against the velvet cupping of her 
straining throat. It was a fountain of sperm, a spate of hot dog juice 
that inundated her cheeks and drowned her tongue and submerged her 
teeth.

She flinched as George poured yet more of the slippery stuff from the 
head of his spasming prick, but continued to swallow. Below, the other 
girl chewed into her cunt, and the tremendous sensations grew swiftly 
within her pussy once more. Her clitoris shook and bounced, and as 
Betsy sucked, Sunny came. It was a glorious release, sending 
pinprickles of sharp ecstasy all over her surging body.

Cringing to George's legs, she drew the last of the dog's sperm down 
her throat and into her belly. In dying hunches, the Dane weakened, but 
his prick was as hard as ever.

Wiggling slowly, Sunny absorbed as much rapture from Betsy's mouth, 
took in as much as she could hold, and the orgasm faded gently. The 
other girl sensed her completion, and kissed her pussylips tenderly 
before sitting up and pulling away from Sunny's crotch.

Sunny let go of the dog's legs, and hunched herself out from between 
them. "Wow--that was something else. I mean, that George really lets go 
with a load of stuff."

Betsy's eyes were hot upon hers, and the girl asked: "How did it 
taste?"

"Not bad," Sunny answered. "Not like your father's cum, and I haven't 
tasted Harry's juice yet, so I can't compare that--but not bad. It's 
far-out to make anybody come, I think."

"Yes," Betsy agreed. "I get a big thrill out of making you wiggle 
around. I didn't think I'd care much for going down on a girl, but I 
changed my mind. It was nice."

Sunny patted her cheek. "You're nice. Would you like to try George now, 
or shall I tie him back up?"

Betsy shook her head. "I don't want him right now. After that wild 
session with Harry, and then with you--I'm kind of beat. But I wanted 
to talk to you about what we're all going to do about my mother. I 
mean, Harry can fuck your mom, but who's going to turn on my mother? 
Maybe Harry,
too--"

Sunny disagreed. "No. Too much of a shock, right at first. But--" An 
idea hit her and she glanced at the big dog. "But how about George?"

"Him?" Betsy's eyes went round. "But how do we get Mom to take on a 
dog?"

Sunny considered that. "You and me and my mom, that's how. The three of 
us visiting, right? Then we hold her down and start old George to 
licking her pussy. If she's at all hot, that'll turn her on, and once 
George gets that hard prick into her cunt, she ought to go out of her 
head. Especially if she hasn't had any fucking for a long time."

Betsy said, "That would be kind of like rape."

"But who'd believe it? Besides, I'm banking on what your dad said about 
your mom--that she was a good piece of ass, before they got bored with 
each other. I figure that if she takes George's long, stiff cock, 
she'll get so hot, nothing else win bother her. Then we can run in your 
dad--or maybe Judd and Harry together. That ought to freak Lenore 
Lorimer right out of her head--her husband and son coming in to fuck 
her, right after a dog finishes."

"Maybe she'll scream," Betsy said doubtfully.

"I don't think so. Look--we have to do something to bring your mother 
into the gang. If we don't, she'll stumble onto one of our orgies, and 
that scene could really get heavy."

"I guess so. Okay--when will we do it? My mother ought to be home for 
dinner. Sometime after that?"

"Good enough. After everybody showers and eats and lets the food 
digest. We don't want too much action on a full tummy. Come on, George.

Back to the chain for now. Later on, you'll get a stab at a different 
pussy."

* * *


Sunny napped before dinner, warmed by her bath and the scrubbing she'd 
given her body. She came awake at the smell of steak, and hurried 
downstairs to get in on the food. Just she and her mother for now, and 
they leisurely ate green salad, baked potato, and a thick steak. Garlic 
bread and iced tea rounded off the meal, and when Sunny was full, she 
wanted to sleep again.

But she told her mother about the plan for the evening, and as 
expected, her mom seemed horrified. "Oh no, Sunny! I-I couldn't do 
that. A dog? How terrible!"

So Sunny had to go over and recruit Judd instead. Not to hold down his 
wife, because that also would be a traumatic experience for the woman, 
but to urge him into feeding Lenore Lorimer enough liquor to get her 
groggy.

"Then," she said, "Betsy and I can do the job, with George's help."

"It's a good idea," he said. "Lenore ought to come apart at the seams 
once that dog's long cock gets stuffed into her cunt. She tries to keep 
up a front about screwing, but down under her cool exterior, she's a 
swinging bitch. Or she would be--if she'd ever let herself go 
completely."

Sunny said, "After George--then you and Harry. You two can get 
comfortable with each other by working on my mom together. She's kind 
of scared of the dog idea, but she'll like being fucked by two men."

"Then it's up to you and Betsy. Okay, Sunny. Give Harry and me time to 
get over to your place before you bring your dog. I'll force-feed my 
wife enough booze to just about pass her out. It's easy, if I start a 
small argument. She'll get smashed just to spite me."

Time passed swiftly for Sunny and Betsy, and when they got the signal 
to bring the dog, they were so excited that almost nothing could have 
stopped them from carrying through the plan. Mrs. Lorimer made it 
easier for them, because she hadn't tried to go upstairs after her 
husband left the house, seemingly in a huff. She was stretched out on 
the tong couch in the living room, lying propped upon one elbow, a 
bottle on the end table.

Now that she was looking at the woman in a sensual way, Sunny saw that 
Lenore Lorimer was very pretty, very much like her daughter Betsy in 
coloring, but taller and riper, more mature. She had high tits and long 
legs, and right now her mouth was pouty; she was wearing a scarlet robe 
that clung to the rich lines of the body.

"Well," she said, blinking at them. "Hi, kids. Hi dog. You see my 
damned old husband out there anywhere?"

At a motion from Sunny, Betsy refilled her mother's glass, and as the 
older woman drank, a trickle escaped her mouth and ran down her throat. 
Smashed, Sunny decided; good and solidly smashed. It was time to act. 
She hooked George's chain around the handle of the radiator and moved 
towards the woman.

"You look tired, Mrs. Lorimer. Let me rub your neck and shoulders."

Betsy said hurriedly, "Yeah, Mom--and I'll rub your feet."

Owlishly, Lenore blinked up at them. "Hey, now. What's all this loving 
attention all of a sudden? Damned shame I don't get some of that from 
my damned old husband."

Carefully, Sunny massaged the soft neck, the smooth shoulders, 
lingering at the closely shaven armpits, hesitating at the collarbone 
just above the shapely tits. Looking down, she saw that Betsy was doing 
much of the sort on her mother's feet and ankles, from time to time 
running her hands over the calves of the outstretched legs.

"Ummm," Lenore sighed, her eyes closed and her head lolling. "That 
feels real good--real good. Can only think of one thing that feels 
better--"

Sunny dared to trail her fingertips over the top half of Lenore's big 
boobs, then moved away to unsnap the chain from the Great Dane's choke 
collar. She motioned for the dog to stay back, until she reached Mrs. 
Lorimer's head again. Taking hold of the limp arms, she drew them back, 
and nodded to Betsy so the girl would swing her mother's feet from the 
couch.

This still left Lenore in a perfect position, half on and half off the 
couch, partially lying down, with her legs spread wide.

"Hey, girls," Lenore said thickly, "you're kind of messing me up, and I 
do believe my robe's slipping off. I don't have on any panties, you 
know."

"We know," Sunny said, winking at Betsy. "Come on, George."

Lenore's black-haired pussy was just at the right height for George to 
lick, and the dog's big head moved right between the open thighs, his 
h@ muzzle going down to let out the long, red tongue.

"Ooohh!" Lenore said. "W-What was that?"

George licked deeply into the exposed cunt, lapped quickly, repeating 
the motions over and over in an eager rhythm that made Sunny's pussy 
tingle just to watch it. Mrs. Lorimer had a perfectly gorgeous cunt, 
deeply and luxuriously haired, set artistically between her ivory 
thighs.

Lenore struggled with an uncoordinated effort, trying weakly to free 
her arms and to bring her feet together. But Sunny had a good grip on 
both her wrists, and her daughter was clinging to an ankle. The Great 
Dane was between the legs, and she couldn't have closed them if she had 
been sober.

The dog continued to lick, snuffling and getting excited. Lenore 
squirmed, tried to back off, mumbled something inane and attempted to 
hold up her head, to get it all together in her mind. And the dog 
licked on, lapped hotly and wetly as her cunt opened for him, turning 
it wetter by the second, making it juicy for the fucking that he would 
very soon try.

"Let me go!" Lenore gasped. "Some-something funny is happening to me. I 
can't stand--wait--please let go my hands, so I can-- Ooohhh!"

Betsy Lorimer shook, but hung onto her mother's leg, and Sunny battled 
to keep the wrists locked behind the woman's back. That was the moment 
when George chose to mount. Swinging up his forepaws, he got them 
around Lenore's waist and his muzzle almost in her face. Lenore slipped 
down and away from his big mouth and gleaming teeth, but the movement 
simply lifted her pussy up and nearer to the dog's reaching prick.

And reaching it was, the long, red cock slipping far from its sheath, 
the pointed end of it glistening as if it had been dipped in a clear 
jelly. The knob poked blindly, desperately, for a hot and greasy hole. 
It poked into the crisply curled hairs, into the gash made dripping wet 
by lapping and its own natural juices.

"N-No!" Lenore cried out in drunken fear.

But it was too late. George settled himself and gave a powerful thrust 
with his ass. The entire length of his shiny prick skidded into the 
woman's cunt, pushing long and deep, until his swollen balls came to 
rest in the cleft of her trembling ass.

"Go George!" Sunny said. "Go, go! Fuck her, George!"

Lenore gibbered in stunned surprise, wiggled in a half-hearted attempt 
to pull her cunt off the dog's embedded cock, then sucked in a deep and 
raspy breath. George backed his dick almost out of the silken lips of 
her midnight-haired pussy, then rammed it to the hilt again, backed 
out, pounded it deep--over and over and over. The force of his strokes 
shook Lenore, made her head bounce loosely upon her neck, made her 
round tits jiggle and her ass wobble.

"Ow! Ouch--ooohhh! He's killing me! No! Don't let him screw me! He's a 
dog, a DOG! His prick is so long and so hard, he'll tear me apart! 
Aahhgg!"

Sunny hissed into the woman's ear: "It's not as big as your husband's 
prick, Mrs. Lorimer. Not as long or as thick, but it's harder--like a 
bone. Good, isn't it? Ride that good, hard prick, Mrs. Lorimer. Fuck 
it! FUCK IT!"

Lenore's lips twisted, and George whined as he hammered his dong into 
the shivering depths of her tender pussy. Lenore bucked against a deep 
stroke, and slid back as the dog pulled out for another lunge. Her 
belly heaved and she met his next thrust with a corkscrewing motion of 
her own, slapping her crotch into the swinging sac of his balls.

"That's the way," Sunny whispered harshly. "Screw him good, Mrs. 
Lorimer. He loves your cunt, loves that nice, hot pussy. Fuck him back. 
Fuck him the best you can!"

And Sunny released the woman's wrists. Lenore wrapped her arms around 
the dog's barrel and pounded her cunt upward to meet the massive stains 
of his cock.

"You hairy bastard!" she cried out. "You hard-cocked bastard! I'll stay 
with you! I'll fuck you until your backbone melts! Come on, come on! 
Fuck me, fuck me! Oohh! Aahh! Oh, I'm going to come! CCCOOOMMMEEE!!"

George humped his ramrodding meat into the surging pussy, fed his rigid 
rod into the gripping snatch, and Lenore shuddered against him, her ass 
rocking in sharp circles. Her head flopped back and she bit her lip, 
moaning between set teeth.

The dog shoved a few more times into her cunt, then braced his hind 
legs and stiffened out. He was pumping his sperm into the oily hole, 
Sunny knew, firing the load of his dog cum into Lenore Lorimer's 
quaking pussy, filling it with the spurting of his greasy jazz.

Sunny stepped back and looked down at Betsy, who was crouched wide-eyed 
at her mother's feet, almost touching the Dane's tail as she stared 
transfixed at the cock buried in her mother's steaming cunt.

Walking around the couch, Sunny took the dog by the choke collar and 
pulled. Obediently, George backed off, his swollen-knobbed prick 
whipping out of the woman's saturated twat. Lenore moaned, but her eyes 
didn't open.

"Give her another drink," Sunny said. "Perk her up for the next round. 
I'll tie up George and call the others in. I hope they haven't worn 
themselves out with my mom. Your mother needs a lot more fucking, and 
they can sure give it to her."



Chapter 11


Lenore Lorimer was still in a state of disheveled confusion when Sunny 
led the two men into the living room. She'd left her own mother asleep 
in her bed, worn out by the nearly constant attentions of the pair with 
her now--Judd and Harry.

Betsy Lorimer sat off to one side, but Sunny had it in mind to cure the 
girl's loneliness. The project more immediately at hand was to put the 
husband and wife, the son and the mother, together.

"Here she is, Judd," she said. "Your wife's been freshly fucked by my 
dog, but she wants more. You were right. Once she's turned on, she's a 
really hot piece of ass."

Blinking, Lenore said, "Judd? Did you know--did you see--"

Sunny went over and sat on the floor beside Betsy, her bare thigh 
brushing the other girl's hip. She was interested in the men's 
reactions, especially Harry's. He'd just heard that his lovely mother 
had been screwing a dog, and he was staring down at her naked body in 
fascination.

Behind him lay the experience of sharing another beautiful woman with 
his father; Judd had fucked Teresa Watson, feeding his massive cock 
into her sensually responsive cunt while she'd taken the boy's prick in 
her mouth.

After screwing like that, they had changed around, with Harry taking 
his father's place between the long, sleek legs, inserting his prick 
into the blazing cunt where his father had just loosed a stream of 
jazz. They might have gone on to do more, to experiment in the many 
ways of fucking, but Sunny had come in during their last rest period. 
She'd told them Lenore was ready, and kissed her mother, who had 
immediately fallen asleep, fucked out for the moment.

Now husband and son were getting ready to put it to Lenore. Hoarsely, 
Judd said, "Son, I guess you want to fuck her first. Go ahead. I'll 
wait and play with her a little. Then I'll ball her. Lenore, baby--
here's your son with a good hard-on. He's been yearning for your cunt 
for years, so now give it to him."

Harry said, "Mom? Oh please, Mom." His stiff cock was in his hand, and 
he stood spread-legged near her. "I always dreamed of fucking you, Mom-
-ever since I was a little kid. Please let me"

Lenore was groggy, but she smiled up at her son and said, "Of course, 
darling. Come down here to your mother. Oh, what a lovely, strong 
prick--so hard and so young."

With a strangled cry, Harry Lorimer lay down on top of his mother, and 
she opened her thighs to receive him. He kissed her, and Sunny could 
see the electric jolt that shook them both as their tongues met. Harry 
had one handful of tit and the other fitted with asscheek, hanging 
tightly to both.

"Look at them," Sunny whispered to the girl. "Your mother and brother, 
getting to love each other at last. And there's your daddy, sitting 
beside them with his big prick in his hand."

Betsy whispered back, afraid to break the spell: "It's so beautiful."

Then they were quiet, watching intently as the boy got his cockhead 
placed into the wet opening of his mother's snatch, as he trembled and 
pushed, and the knob sank from sight, completely surrounded by the lush 
forest of rich black pussy hairs. In his prick went, sliding softly and 
wetly, entering that tight, hot box he had always craved to fuck, into 
his own mother's quivering cunt.

Harry stuck it deep, rode his cock home to the balls, and when his 
mother wiggled, when she lifted her long, slim legs to cross them over 
the small of his back, he whimpered and freaked right out. "Oh, Mom! So 
hot and slippery in your cunt. Oh, wow! I've got my prick in you at 
last. I've got my cock jammed to the roots inside the hottest, sweetest 
pussy in the world. I'm really fucking you, Mom. I'm not just dreaming 
about it--it's really happening."

"Yes, dear," his mother breathed. "You're fucking your mother, and I'm 
fucking my little boy--and it's wonderful! Put that gorgeous prick to 
me, darling. Harder, deeper! Fuck your mama, Harry! Oh, yes--fuck your 
mama!"

Harry crammed the meat to her, the pair of them wrapped tightly 
together, squirming and thrusting. On the floor beside the couch, Judd 
Lorimer stared as his son fucked his wife, his own prick clutched 
tightly in one hand. He was close, and could see every detail of the 
shaft working greasily in and out of Lenore's shaggy pussy, could see 
the gripping of her cuntlips so red and dripping, could see the soft 
slapping of the boy's balls coming to rest in the furry cleft of his 
mother's heaving, rolling ass.

"Stick it to her, boy," he said. Reaching out, he slipped one hand 
under his wife's ass, and put the other atop his son's buttcheeks. 
Pushing, he helped them to fuck each other, rubbing their asses as they 
screwed, feeling the wetness seep from the end of Lenore's cunt, 
feeling the muscles tighten in his boy's ass every time he drove his 
hard and eager young prick home into his mom's searing cunt.

They moaned and churned, legs flailing and hands grasping, and Sunny 
watched as Harry's balls leaped upward against his shaft, a sure sign 
that he was shooting off inside his mother's snatch. Sunny envied the 
older woman the glorious sensation of hot cum spraying in her pussy, 
and she envied the boy his frantic orgasm as his mom's cunt worked 
hotly around his dick.

As Betsy said, it was a beautiful scene, this first time Harry and 
Lenore Lorimer fucked each other. There would be other wild scenes to 
come, but none to match the sharpness of this initial fucking.

Judd allowed them to cling together for a few more moments, then stood 
up and tapped the boy on the naked back. "My turn, Son. You can go 
around to your mother's head, or just sit and watch for a while."

Harry seemed in a daze as he backed his prick from Lenore's rich pussy, 
and his knees almost buckled before he could take a seat on the carpet. 
Judd got on the couch astride his wife's limp body, placing one knee on 
each side of her chest. Sunny thought that she had never seen his cock 
so swollen, so extended. From the inflamed head, a thin droplet of pre-
cum balanced precariously.

He said, "Lenore--you never really ate cock before, but you will now. 
Here it is, baby."

Leaning forward, he used a hand to steer the prickhead into his wife's 
still lips, shoving until it slipped from sight inside her mouth. "Ahh, 
baby--that's right. That's good. Suck my prick awhile, Lenore. Yeah, 
yeah! Use your tongue on it, darling. You've just been screwed by a big 
dog and fucked by our son, and now you're eating my cock. But not all 
the way, baby--ahh--even though your mouth is hot and hungry. No--
that's enough."

Sunny watched him jerk the prick from his wife's avid mouth and move 
back to set the pulsing bulb into her foamy cuntlips. Judd didn't 
bother with any kind of foreplay then, but simply pushed his meaty dong 
in and in until he had it hidden to the hilt inside that wetly 
receptive cunt.

"Come on, Betsy," Sunny said. "I can't watch any more of this without 
getting some of the goodies for myself. Let's do a sixty-nine."

Betsy was trembling as they got into position, and her little pussy was 
dewy with the steaming desires that had been building within it. Lovely 
cunt, Sunny thought, staring into its red lips, a lovely young snatch 
ready for anything. Right now, it had a kiss coming, and Sunny gave it 
happily.

They found each other's cunts, their tongues working in furious haste, 
their teeth nipping and their mouths building up an intimate suction. 
They twisted, rubbing each other's faces with cunt juice, and turned 
occasionally to catch glimpses of the action on the couch as Judd 
poured the prick to his already well-fucked wife.

They saw the intent crouching of Harry, as the boy stared at his 
mother's pussy where Judd's big prick was sliding in and out. And then 
they turned back to work on each other's cunts. Pumping their tongues, 
sucking and mauling, their fingernails digging into sweetly clenching 
asscheeks, the girls brought each other to a lunging, wriggling orgasm. 
Sunny shook and sweated, her eyes closed and her chin slippery with the 
hot oils of Betsy's cunt. She rested that way, her own twat making 
little soft hunchings in the other girl's mouth.

And when they broke free, Judd Lorimer had collapsed atop his wife. 
Harry Lorimer was standing over them, his prick up in a new hardon. 
Reaching down and turning his mother's head towards him on the pillows, 
he placed one knee on the couch and pushed the head of his cock into 
her mouth.

"Here, Mom--suck it. Eat my prick the way you were doing to Dad. Only I 
won't take it out of your mouth. I want to come there, so you can 
swallow my jism down."

With her mouth filled with cock, Lenore couldn't answer, but she lifted 
one languid hand to cup her son's balls, and Sunny couldn't see any 
more when Harry's body closed her off. But she figured that the boy had 
most of his stiff prick fed into his mom's mouth, maybe prodding the 
back of her throat with the head of it.

His head pillowed on his wife's tits, Judd Lorimer was all fucked out, 
looking kind of flat as he lay with his prick melting within Lenore's 
pussy.

Sunny said to Betsy, "Do you want to come on over to my house? There 
may not be any more action here for the rest of the night. My mom was 
kind of beat, too, when we left there, but with a nap and a shot of 
gin, shell be ready to go some more. We could make a triangle of it, 
you and me and my mother."

Slim and lean, sun-browned and very sexy-looking, Betsy said, "No, 
Sunny--I don't think so. Maybe tomorrow. I think I ought to stay here 
with my own family tonight, and take care of them. I can feed them and 
help them wash up, and mix some drinks, and then I can get in on 
whatever else is going to happen. If not tonight, then in the morning, 
when they're all rested up. You understand, huh?"

"Sure," Sunny answered, standing up and stretching. She saw the way 
Harry was fucking his prick in and out of his mom's face. "I 
understand. It's a lot better with your own family. And if Harry can't 
fuck you soon, I'll bet your daddy can. Besides--I've always got good 
old George at home."

Betsy kissed her, and they caressed tongues for a long moment. Pulling 
back, Sunny patted the other girl on the ass and said, "Later."

Strolling across the backyard, she found that she was far from being 
satisfied. Everyone but her and poor Betsy had popped off several 
times. Well, she thought, there was always George, and she could stand 
another reaming in the ass. That was something the others hadn't gotten 
around to yet; she was a step up on them there.

She wouldn't even have to wake up her tired mother; she could just go 
over and unchain George to lead him upstairs to her room, where they 
could fuck in quiet and privacy. Dear old George with his perpetually 
stiff cock, always so nice and handy to have around; she approached his 
doghouse, murmuring to him: "Here, George--good boy. Here, George."

There was no rattle of his chain in answer, no eager whine as the big 
dog rose to his feet in anticipation of another hot fucking. Sunny 
peered through the darkness, felt out one hand--George was gone!

Sunny looked everywhere, whistling softly so as not to awaken her 
mother, prowling the length of the yard. No George. Frowning, she went 
around the house and looked up and down the dimly lighted street, in 
case he had somehow slipped his chain and gotten away. No George.

Worried now, she slipped into the house and checked the lower part of 
the house. Moving up the stairs, she found the door of her room cracked 
open, and hurried inside, thinking that the big dog had made it in 
there, searching for her. But the room was empty.

Fretting, Sunny slipped back down the hall and hesitated at her 
mother's door; she'd have to let her mom know before she went out this 
late at night and checked the neighborhood for the missing Dane. There 
was a crack of light under the door, and she pushed in.

There was George. There was good old George--with his long, red prick 
sliding in and out of her mother's golden-haired pussy!

Teresa Watson was on the floor, with several pillows under her ass, so 
that her crotch was tilted up for the dog's ramming cock. She was 
twisting and turning her belly as George poured the meat to her pussy, 
as he slammed that pointed shaft home time and again, whining 
excitedly.

Sunny leaned against the door, staring. And after a while, her mother 
looked up and saw Sunny standing there, her eyes wide with amazement.

"Well," Teresa said, between slams of the dog's cock into her heated 
cunt, "don't just stand there. Come join us and tell me how good he is. 
After all, I taught him to fuck, you know."


The End