Conrad Sloan - The family pet

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 cunt lips.

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…"