But he fooled her; his cockhead swelled like a dog's, and shot a blistering stream of cum that showered her cunt. Sunny met the typhoon with her orgasmic heavings, and lifted her hands away before she hurt Betsy's tits.
CHAPTER SIX
Sunny left them to their private loving later that night, and crept tiredly into her bed – Betsy's bed, rather – leaving father and daughter together in the guest room. She thought they'd have a lot to say to each other, besides all the things they'd want to do, like play sixty-nine.
Sunny had had her orgasm, and was content with just that, especially after the ass-reaming she'd taken earlier from George. So she dreamed – of men and boys with hard-ons, all sizes of cocks, all with drippy prickheads. But behind them, there always loped the big figure of her Great Dane.
***Awaking early, Sunny eased back into the guest room, careful that the other Lorimer at home – Harry – wouldn't hear her wandering about. She roused Judd and told him to scoot back to his own room, then made certain he understood she wanted to see him later in the day, over at her house.
"Come alone," she said. "I dig sweet Betsy almost as much as you do, but force yourself to leave her at home for a while. We can all get together again later."
He nodded sleepily, but got himself together and trudged for his own room. Sunny went across the yards and let herself in the back door, raiding the fridge before going upstairs for a long nap. She hadn't seen George chained to his doghouse, nor did she see him in the living room; the big dog wasn't upstairs, either. Hiding somewhere, she thought, getting up a boner for his next fuck with her – which wouldn't be all that long.
***The smell of bacon roused Sunny next time, and she hurried through a shower, then plunged downstairs to eat. She was ravenous, downing everything in sight, from juice to pan fries. Fucking made her hungry; because it used up so much energy, she guessed. And one thing she didn't want to do was run out of energy – not for at least a thousand years. Maybe she could catch up on enough screwing by that time.
When she looked up, her mother was smiling wanly at her. "Evidently you weren't sick. Why did you come home so early from Betsy Watson's? Usually when you stay over, you girls talk all night and sleep half the day."
Sunny said, "Oh, we zonked out early and I felt like having breakfast with you." Her mother looked older this morning, seemed lonelier than ever, and Sunny felt sorry for her. But she brightened, remembering that Judd Lorimer was coming over later in the day.
Her mom had a surprise coming, because Sunny intended to ask Judd to fuck her. They'd go well together – his black hair and olive skin against her willowy, honey-blonde fairness; his big, pulsing cock shoving into the tender pussy that hadn't been screwed in so many years…
Sunny had to look down into her coffee cup, afraid that what she was thinking might show on her face. The idea was getting to her, making her own mound turn humid. Last night had been pretty wild, sharing Judd with his daughter, but if she shared him with her mother – that would be weird. It would also be out of sight.
But her mother was so straight and shy, and had that hangup about hiding all the good points of her body. Maybe she'd freak out if Judd raped her, and scream for the cops.
Sunny finished her coffee and cleared the table, frowning about that possibility. But if her mom had passed along her own genes, so that Sunny inherited her vital sexiness from her mother instead of her father, then her mom was a ball of fire inside.
Then why hadn't she swung with a few guys? She always spent her nights at home. Out of a sense of duty toward her daughter? Or because her hangup was sex, and she was hiding out from the world of men?
The gamble had to be taken, Sunny decided, drying the dishes as her mother washed. If Sunny helped Judd get into her mom, then her mother really couldn't call the police and fink on them. She'd be certain to protect her daughter from that kind of involvement, even if it meant taking a solid fucking and forgetting about it if she didn't enjoy the screw. But how could any woman not enjoy fucking? Sunny wondered.
She was helpful around the house, cleaning up, picking her mom's favorite tapes for the stereo, then mixing a rum Coke for her when she sat down to read the paper.
Teresa Watson asked: "What's it all about? I appreciate you taking care of me this way, but it's not usual."
"Drink up," Sunny said. "I mixed too much of this at one time, and you don't want it to go flat. Then you go up and shower, and make yourself still prettier, 'cause I invited somebody over to see us today."
"That's why, then." Teresa drained her glass. "Whoo! I'm certainly not used to that. Who's coming over, dear – a new boy friend?"
Sunny refilled the glass and handed it over. Two drinks often stood her mother on her ear. She said, "You might say that. I guess he is my boy friend. But you don't need to get yourself up all formal, Mom. Just wear your prettiest robe and fix your hair and – well, you know."
Teresa sipped some of the drink, made a face and said, "I'll have to take the rest of this up to the shower. Didn't you make it a bit strong, Sunny?"
Smiling, Sunny said, "Oh, come on. You're a big girl now. Finish up and I can go wash the glass. I want everything tidy before he gets here."
Obediently, her mother swallowed the rum Coke. Blinking back a sudden rush of tears, she said: "Just who is this young man, that your mother has to be high to meet?"
"You'll like him," Sunny said. "He has a thing about him that you just won't be able to resist." His big prick, she added silently, and had a terrible time keeping her face under control. She took the glass and turned away before she broke up. "Look pretty, Mom."
After her mother climbed the stairs, Sunny thought that now would be the perfect time – to catch her just coming out of the shower, a little woozy from the combination of unaccustomed rum and the hot water. They could get her between them, she and Judd, and hustle her into the bedroom, and Sunny would help hold her down while he poured that massive prick to her.
A shiver ran up Sunny's back, and she squeezed her thighs together to ease the urgency in her pussy. She went to the door, hoping to see Judd; he didn't come right away, and she got edgier, walking back and forth nervously. Back at the door, she saw him at last, and ran to grab at his hand, hauling him into the kitchen.
"Judd – oh, darling – you timed it just right."
He looked at her quizzically. "What? Were you ready to call your dog?"
She tilted her head at him. "You don't have to be jealous of poor George. He doesn't whine when you fuck me. But it's not me, Judd not right away, anyhow. You have to do something special for me. You have to fuck my mother."
"What the bell? Sunny – have you flipped out?"
"You have to fuck her," she insisted. "My mom is lonely and shy and she's not going to get any better, any older, unless you show her how good it is to be fucked. You could make her eat you, too – the way you did it to me, and turn her on all the way around."
His eyes warmed and he said, "Your mother. Does Teresa know about this?"
"No, but I'll help you. Rape her, if you have to, and if she wants to yell for the police, I'll swear that she just got mad at you. But I don't think she'll give that kind of trouble if I'm mixed up in it. She's showering now, and she's had two rum Cokes, so she'll be wobbly."
Judd said slowly, "Your mother is a lovely woman, and I've been wondering why she keeps to herself all the time. That would be something – to be fucking both of you, mother and daughter."
Sunny pointed out, "And later, swinging with both at the same time – maybe even with Betsy, too. Wouldn't that be wild, man? Two girls and a woman, fucking you and eating you and loving you."