Conrad Sloan - The family pet

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 his 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."

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."