Betsy said, "That would be kind of like rape."
"But who'd believe it? Besides, I'm banking on what your dad said about your mom – that she was a good piece of ass, before they got bored with each other. I figure that if she takes George's long, stiff cock, she'll get so hot, nothing else win bother her. Then we can run in your dad – or maybe Judd and Harry together. That ought to freak Lenore Lorimer right out of her head – her husband and son coming in to fuck her, right after a dog finishes."
"Maybe she'll scream," Betsy said doubtfully.
"I don't think so. Look – we have to do something to bring your mother into the gang. If we don't, she'll stumble onto one of our orgies, and that scene could really get heavy."
"I guess so. Okay – when will we do it? My mother ought to be home for dinner. Sometime after that?"
"Good enough. After everybody showers and eats and lets the food digest. We don't want too much action on a full tummy. Come on, George. Back to the chain for now. Later on, you'll get a stab at a different pussy."
***Sunny napped before dinner, warmed by her bath and the scrubbing she'd given her body. She came awake at the smell of steak, and hurried downstairs to get in on the food. Just she and her mother for now, and they leisurely ate green salad, baked potato, and a thick steak. Garlic bread and iced tea rounded off the meal, and when Sunny was full, she wanted to sleep again.
But she told her mother about the plan for the evening, and as expected, her mom seemed horrified. "Oh no, Sunny! I-I couldn't do that. A dog? How terrible!"
So Sunny had to go over and recruit Judd instead. Not to hold down his wife, because that also would be a traumatic experience for the woman, but to urge him into feeding Lenore Lorimer enough liquor to get her groggy.
"Then," she said, "Betsy and I can do the job, with George's help."
"It's a good idea," he said. "Lenore ought to come apart at the seams once that dog's long cock gets stuffed into her cunt. She tries to keep up a front about screwing, but down under her cool exterior, she's a swinging bitch. Or she would be – if she'd ever let herself go completely."
Sunny said, "After George – then you and Harry. You two can get comfortable with each other by working on my mom together. She's kind of scared of the dog idea, but she'll like being fucked by two men."
"Then it's up to you and Betsy. Okay, Sunny. Give Harry and me time to get over to your place before you bring your dog. I'll force-feed my wife enough booze to just about pass her out. It's easy, if I start a small argument. She'll get smashed just to spite me."
Time passed swiftly for Sunny and Betsy, and when they got the signal to bring the dog, they were so excited that almost nothing could have stopped them from carrying through the plan. Mrs. Lorimer made it easier for them, because she hadn't tried to go upstairs after her husband left the house, seemingly in a huff. She was stretched out on the tong couch in the living room, lying propped upon one elbow, a bottle on the end table.
Now that she was looking at the woman in a sensual way, Sunny saw that Lenore Lorimer was very pretty, very much like her daughter Betsy in coloring, but taller and riper, more mature. She had high tits and long legs, and right now her mouth was pouty; she was wearing a scarlet robe that clung to the rich lines of the body.
"Well," she said, blinking at them. "Hi, kids. Hi dog. You see my damned old husband out there anywhere?"
At a motion from Sunny, Betsy refilled her mother's glass, and as the older woman drank, a trickle escaped her mouth and ran down her throat. Smashed, Sunny decided; good and solidly smashed. It was time to act. She hooked George's chain around the handle of the radiator and moved towards the woman.
"You look tired, Mrs. Lorimer. Let me rub your neck and shoulders."
Betsy said hurriedly, "Yeah, Mom – and I'll rub your feet."
Owlishly, Lenore blinked up at them. "Hey, now. What's all this loving attention all of a sudden? Damned shame I don't get some of that from my damned old husband."
Carefully, Sunny massaged the soft neck, the smooth shoulders, lingering at the closely shaven armpits, hesitating at the collarbone just above the shapely tits. Looking down, she saw that Betsy was doing much of the sort on her mother's feet and ankles, from time to time running her hands over the calves of the outstretched legs.
"Ummm," Lenore sighed, her eyes closed and her head lolling. "That feels real good – real good. Can only think of one thing that feels better…"
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.