Unknown - Daughter in Heat

"She was something. We could have started her at the age of eight, no, five, four even. God, what a slut! Those were the best five years of my life. I remember…"

"You're doing it again, John."

"Well, damnit, I could kick myself for wasting so many good years."

"John, we didn't get into swinging until she was twelve, and then we only waited a few months before we dragged her into it. You're crying over milk that never spilled."

"Yeah, I suppose."

"Anyway, I get the feeling this dog is for Heather. I think we're just a warmup act."

"I'm game."

"Me too. If that is what this is all about, I say we get it on film. I wish, now, that we had made more of Sue when she was growing up."

"You and me both. I say we get back into the swing of things, and this time, record everything."

"John, let's watch the wedding. I'm horny."

"I'll set it up. What the hell. Let's watch the conception, too."

Meanwhile, across town in Plano, Sarah and Jerry stood outside apartment 313.

Sarah removed her wrap and handed it to Jerry, fluffed her hair and said, "How do I look?"

"You look like you did going off to the Superbowl."

Sarah smiled big, kissed Jerry on the forehead, then said, "You're being great about this, Jerry. You must hate this, don't you?"

"Oh course I hate this. Why, Sarah, why? How could you give yourself away to another man and promise to be his sex slave? I don't understand. I thought everything was perfect between us, and…"

Sarah silenced him with a finger to his lips and said, "We've been through this. It's done and that's that.

Jack Elton owns me, now. Accept it. I do whatever he tells me to do, and he said I can't have sex with you anymore. I have to get my sex from the guy that lives here and you have to get your sex from the girl that lives here. That's just the way it is."

"But, I don't want to have sex with anyone but you, Sarah. You're my wife; I'm your husband. There shouldn't be anyone else, for either of us."

"I know, but you had me all to yourself for years. Now, you have to share me with other men and this one in particular. I'm still your wife, and you're still my husband.

We just can't have sex with each other anymore, that's all."

"That's all?"

"Keep your voice down, and get rid of that sourpuss expression. Smile. He'll probably be the father of our child, so be nice to him. No pouting. No whining.

Be a big boy about this. Now, knock and stand aside. We have to get off this landing before someone sees a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader and a crowd gathers. I doubt there has ever been one in this dump, not in uniform."

Reluctantly, Jerry knocked and stood back, leaving Sarah in the doorway. She stood tall and straight with her chest out until the door opened. Dawn opened the door, then stood there with her eyes wide and her mouth agape. Sarah just smiled and said, "Hi, Jack sent me."

For a full ten seconds, Dawn just stared, then without removing her eyes, called out, "Rodney, get out here, quick!" ›From the bedroom, they heard, "What is it?"

"Just get out here-hurry!"

Dawn had on a housecoat that she'd thrown on over nothing and that fact became obvious when it parted. Dawn seemed oblivious, but Jerry was checking it out by peering around his cheerleader spouse. Rodney, wearing only boxer shorts, entered the room, took one look past Dawn to the Dallas Cowboys cheerleader posing in the doorway, then froze. On seeing which cheerleader had come calling, he shit-figuratively.

Dawn looked back at her catatonic hubby and said, "Rodney, it's Sarah Brewer.

Jack sent her."

Sarah laughed and said, "Aren't you going to invite me in, us in. My husband is with me and you're showing your naughty parts to your neighbors, by the way."

Dawn quickly closed her housecoat and stepped aside to admit Sarah and Jerry.

Rodney came forward to look over the vision, obviously not believing his eyes as Sarah drank in his admiring attention and Jerry stood with clenched jaws.

Dawn said, "Wow, Sarah, we're your biggest fans."

"I heard. I was told you have my poster over your bed. May I see it?"

"Sure."

Dawn led the way to the messy bedroom. Jerry and Rodney followed. Rodney squeezed in front of Jerry so that he could walk behind Sarah and watch her sexy ass move in the tight white shorts. Jerry was pissed.

In the bedroom, Sarah stared at the life-size poster hanging directly over the headboard. Dawn stood beside her with Rodney still mesmerized by Sarah's legs, now sporting a full erection that popped through the open fly. Jerry looked at it and couldn't help but admire the man's equipment. Sarah hadn't yet noticed.

She said to Dawn, "I hear your husband makes love to you while looking at my poster, pretending it's me he's screwing. Is that true?"

"Yes."

"That doesn't bother you?"

"No. I just pretend I'm you."

"Well, it's not right, and I'm here to correct this situation. He needs to think of you while he's fucking, so why don't you remove that robe, stand on the bed covering my poster, and I'll let him fuck me while looking at you."

While dropping this bomb, Sarah was removing her uniform. Dawn just stared at the parts as they were revealed.

When it finally seemed real, she shrugged out of the robe and mounted the bed.

Sarah laid on the bed with her head on a pillow between Dawn's feet. She opened her own legs to show Rodney her beaver. His jaw couldn't hang any lower. Jerry was still staring at Rodney's dick. Sarah was also staring at his dick.

Everyone stared at Rodney's dick. Rodney's dick had never stood taller.

He stared at it.

Rodney slowly absorbed the reality, crawled onto the bed on his knees, and advanced between Sarah's parted thighs.

Sarah and Jerry looked from the exciting rod being stroked through wet cunt lips to the drooling twat hanging over Sarah's head, a twat being stroked by a finger. Jerry sat on the bed at Sarah's hip for a closer look at the cock about to enter his wife.

Sarah saw the interest and said, "Jerry, be a gentleman and guide his cock into my pussy. You know where the hole is. Show him. Be a good hubby and stick his hard cock in your wife's cunt. Who knows, you might get a son out of it.

Wouldn't that be nice?"

Like an automaton, Jerry wrapped the fingers of his left hand around the shaft and moved the head down the slit to the hole where Rodney applied pressure and pushed the head inside. Sarah could see that Jerry didn't want to release the cock and excitedly said, "Make his cock good and wet, Jerry.

Suck it. Suck on his cock."

Jerry looked to Sarah, then leaned into the task, pulling the cock out and lifting it to his lips which flowed over the crown and sank deep down the shaft. All eyes watched Jerry suck the cock. He sucked cock as though he'd done it all his life.

He took to cock-sucking like a sailor on his first cruise. They don't call them seamen for nothing, you know, and Jerry was a former seaman who missed the Navy.

Dawn was so excited, she was dripping slut drops in Sarah's face, sinking lower into a squat. Sarah looked up at the leaky bitch, then reached up and took the bitch by the hips, pulling her into a full squat. Dawn went easily and moaned passionately as her hero's mouth took possession of her fevered loins, sucking slut slime like a seasoned slut-slime sucker from way back-which she was if way back was nine months back.

Sarah brought Dawn off in no time and halted the cock sucking in time to stop an orgasm. That sperm was for her womb, and she made Jerry stick the cock back in. He reluctantly uncocked and stuck it in. Rodney sank to the balls in Heaven, deposited his sperm, and Jerry got to lick up what seeped out after cleaning Rodney's dick and licking his balls.

Needless to say, the four hit it off great, and when Sue arrived with Bowser, the six hit it off great. Rodney loved watching his wife getting fucked by a huge dog almost as much as Dawn loved being fucked by a huge dog, but they both loved watching Sarah suck the dick of a huge dog in her uniform. They thought the Dallas Cowbitchs was a great idea. So did Bowser.