Conrad Sloan - The family pet

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."