Judd started to shift from side to side, the cheeks of his muscular ass flexing, and Teresa let go of his knob so that Sunny could take it over again. But Sunny held her mother close, and soon they were lapping the prickhead between them, holding onto his shaft, his balls, and gobbling voraciously at his bulb.
"Oh, shit! Oh, you bitches! You're eating my cock to pieces! Oh, yes! Yeah! Chew it, you cunts! Suck my prick! Ahh, baby – baby!"
His cum burst between them, showering up into both their open mouths, spraying thick and hot against their lips and over their teeth. Sunny licked at her share, drew it into her mouth and down her pulsing throat, hungry for the musky strength of the sperm.
Tongue to tongue, both women lapped and sucked, pulling in the delicious jazz, suctioning it from the dripping head of his prick. Sunny wiped a hand at her cheek, discovered some drops there and smeared them over her flushed skin. Sticky and foaming, the sperm was everywhere – in their hair, over their chins; they cleaned it carefully, using their quick, red tongues to chase down each hidden gem of the stuff.
Judd was limp beneath them, not moving as their hard-nippled tits dragged back and forth across his crotch. Finished at last, Sunny gave her mother's sticky mouth a lingering kiss and sat up to look at their drained lover. His eyes were closed and his chest was heaving. Judd had loosed two magnificent loads of jism within a matter of a few hectic minutes, but now he was through, and for some time Sunny could see.
Then she remembered Harry Lorimer, and was glad she and his sister had fucked him. It would be more fun, with another male – and another female.
CHAPTER TEN
Sunny had to he on her back and slide all the way down his belly, and take a grip on both his hind leg. That way, she could position herself to take the dog's cock in her mouth, while at the same time, she left her lower body free for Betsy Lorimer to play with.
Before licking George's sheath, she said to the other girclass="underline" "It's okay, Betsy. Really. I mean, if George starts to hurt me, I'll bite his cock and make him quit. And if you want to find out how to eat a girl's pussy, now is the time."
"I-I guess so," Betsy said. "It was terrific when you did it to me. But this dog…"
"I'll take care of George," Sunny said. "He's my pet."
Peering around and down at her, the Great Dane's eyes looked puzzled, as if he were trying to understand this new position. But George seemed to know very well that something juicy was going to happen to him; the shiny red head of his pointed cock cased from its protective sheath and the dog humped gently.
"Good old George," Sunny breathed, tickling the heavy balls with her fingers. "Always ready to fuck. I'm about to do something nice for you, George. I'm going to suck you off."
She touched her tongue to the slippery cockhead, and the dog shuddered. Stretching her lips, she put them around the end of the extra-hard prick, and the dong slid out of hiding and into her mouth with one quick thrust. The taste was different, she thought, not really as strong as a man's prick.
All she had to do was run her tongue around that funny-shaped head a few times, and George started to hunch into her mouth. She played with his pistoning cock then, licking it and nipping it as it moved back and forth. She sucked on the thrusting shaft, and George speeded up his fucking, making that mixed growling and whining noise deep in his powerful chest. His balls swung in a short arc, and she held onto this back legs, so he couldn't slam his cock too deeply into her throat.
Then she felt the tentative probings of the other girl's mouth, hot upon her pussy, the warm breath tickling across her inner thighs and into her cunt hairs. The tongue was swift, a darting thing that seemed not to want to stay – until it had a taste of the juices gathering like heavy dew on Sunny's pussylips. Then Betsy shoved deep, and Sunny wiggled her cunt blissfully upon the tender impalement of her friend's ticking tongue.
It was a crazy sensation, to suck and be sucked at the same moment, and she made the most of the feeling, humping her cunt up to Betsy's lips, pulling hungrily on the dog's seesawing prick. George fed it to her as if her mouth was the greasy cunt of a bitch dog in heat, and she took his cock the same way, sucking and drawing, licking and biting gently.
As the pressure built up within her pussy, as she was turned on more and more, Sunny rocked more violently against Betsy's avid mouth, grinding her clit and feeling the differentness of this new pussy-eater. And for a fleeting second, she considered taking her mouth away from George's rapidly swelling prick, to allow him to spurt his juice in mid air.
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."