Conrad Sloan - The family pet

"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.

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."