Conrad Sloan - The family pet

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 cut-offs. "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.

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."