Judd allowed them to cling together for a few more moments, then stood up and tapped the boy on the naked back. "My turn, Son. You can go around to your mother's head, or just sit and watch for a while."
Harry seemed in a daze as he backed his prick from Lenore's rich pussy, and his knees almost buckled before he could take a seat on the carpet. Judd got on the couch astride his wife's limp body, placing one knee on each side of her chest. Sunny thought that she had never seen his cock so swollen, so extended. From the inflamed head, a thin droplet of pre-cum balanced precariously.
He said, "Lenore – you never really ate cock before, but you will now. Here it is, baby."
Leaning forward, he used a hand to steer the prickhead into his wife's still lips, shoving until it slipped from sight inside her mouth. "Ahh, baby – that's right. That's good. Suck my prick awhile, Lenore. Yeah, yeah! Use your tongue on it, darling. You've just been screwed by a big dog and fucked by our son, and now you're eating my cock. But not all the way, baby – ahh – even though your mouth is hot and hungry. No – that's enough."
Sunny watched him jerk the prick from his wife's avid mouth and move back to set the pulsing bulb into her foamy cunt lips. Judd didn't bother with any kind of foreplay then, but simply pushed his meaty dong in and in until he had it hidden to the hilt inside that wetly receptive cunt.
"Come on, Betsy," Sunny said. "I can't watch any more of this without getting some of the goodies for myself. Let's do a sixty-nine."
Betsy was trembling as they got into position, and her little pussy was dewy with the steaming desires that had been building within it. Lovely cunt, Sunny thought, staring into its red lips, a lovely young snatch ready for anything. Right now, it had a kiss coming, and Sunny gave it happily.
They found each other's cunts, their tongues working in furious haste, their teeth nipping and their mouths building up an intimate suction. They twisted, rubbing each other's faces with cunt juice, and turned occasionally to catch glimpses of the action on the couch as Judd poured the prick to his already well-fucked wife.
They saw the intent crouching of Harry, as the boy stared at his mother's pussy where Judd's big prick was sliding in and out. And then they turned back to work on each other's cunts. Pumping their tongues, sucking and mauling, their fingernails digging into sweetly clenching asscheeks, the girls brought each other to a lunging, wriggling orgasm. Sunny shook and sweated, her eyes closed and her chin slippery with the hot oils of Betsy's cunt. She rested that way, her own twat making little soft hunchings in the other girl's mouth.
And when they broke free, Judd Lorimer had collapsed atop his wife. Harry Lorimer was standing over them, his prick up in a new hardon. Reaching down and turning his mother's head towards him on the pillows, he placed one knee on the couch and pushed the head of his cock into her mouth.
"Here, Mom – suck it. Eat my prick the way you were doing to Dad. Only I won't take it out of your mouth. I want to come there, so you can swallow my jism down."
With her mouth filled with cock, Lenore couldn't answer, but she lifted one languid hand to cup her son's balls, and Sunny couldn't see any more when Harry's body closed her off. But she figured that the boy had most of his stiff prick fed into his mom's mouth, maybe prodding the back of her throat with the head of it.
His head pillowed on his wife's tits, Judd Lorimer was all fucked out, looking kind of flat as he lay with his prick melting within Lenore's pussy.
Sunny said to Betsy, "Do you want to come on over to my house? There may not be any more action here for the rest of the night. My mom was kind of beat, too, when we left there, but with a nap and a shot of gin, shell be ready to go some more. We could make a triangle of it, you and me and my mother."
Slim and lean, sun-browned and very sexy-looking, Betsy said, "No, Sunny – I don't think so. Maybe tomorrow. I think I ought to stay here with my own family tonight, and take care of them. I can feed them and help them wash up, and mix some drinks, and then I can get in on whatever else is going to happen. If not tonight, then in the morning, when they're all rested up. You understand, huh?"
"Sure," Sunny answered, standing up and stretching. She saw the way Harry was fucking his prick in and out of his mom's face. "I understand. It's a lot better with your own family. And if Harry can't fuck you soon, I'll bet your daddy can. Besides – I've always got good old George at home."
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."