Conrad Sloan

The family pet

CHAPTER ONE

Sunny came awake to a delightful tingling of her dainty cunt, and for the first startled moment, she thought she'd napped too long in the backyard sun and was blistering again. With her tender skin, it was so easy to sunburn.

But it was only George, licking at her thighs again, acting silly as a dog could. She tried to bring her knees together, but somehow, he had gotten in between them this time; his hairy body was thick and muscled when she squeezed, and the solidity of it made a funny little thrill race up her backbone.

"George," she said lazily, "go away, George." But she didn't really mean it. His nose snuffled deeply into the swim-suit bottom she wore, and the heat of his breath increased the tingling in her snatch.

Tugging the towel down over herself, Sunny thought that it wouldn't hurt to let the crazy dog have his way, to let him lick at her pussy until he was tired of it. Besides, it felt so good. She lifted her butt and gave a wiggle that helped her slide the swim suit down, but she had to put one bare foot against George's wide chest to shove him back far enough so she could get the almost-bikini off her legs.

Quickly then, she made a tent of the big towel and spread her knees so George could stick his soft, hairy muzzle back into place over her crotch. He did it quickly, eager to get his hot, wet tongue going on her feathery-haired pussy.

Of course, she didn't mean to let him try anything else, just the hot and ticklish lapping he was always trying on her cunt. Ever since the Great Dane grew up, it seemed like he was hungry to lick her twat. And her mother was always saying, watch out for that dog, Sunny – slap him when he does that. But her mom didn't understand about the tingles.

"Ooohh!" Sunny said out loud, arching her back some as the dog licked hotly right into her pussylips. He'd never been right down to those before, and the sensation was wild, crazy. His tongue shot a wet fire up her cunt, and she began to roll her ass, the way she did when she was finger-fucking herself and getting to the point where she might come.

Maybe George would lap her snatch long enough to make her come; he seemed content to keep at it, and his tongue felt wonderful, rubbing away at her pussy like that. She wondered if her orgasm would be big, and trembled all over.

But Sunny kept her head enough to look quickly around the yard, to peer into the tall hedge that separated their backyard from the Lorimers'. She sure didn't want any of them to catch George snuffling at her pussy this way, and she spread the towel wider over his head, pretending to be wrestling with her dog.

George worked his tongue furiously into her pussy, spreading the cunt lips apart some, slurping into her hot slit and whining deep in his chest.

It was great for her, getting to her in a way that using her finger never had. Sunny reached beneath the towel and pushed his head down, shoved his hairy muzzle deeper into her heaving snatch. She rolled her hips and lifted to it, kind of fucked him in his nose, while the good feeling got better and better in her pussy.

"Oh, George!" she panted, swinging her head from side to side and breathing harshly. "Oh George, eat me up! Just eat up my pussy!"

The big dog seemed to understand, to respond, for his long, thick tongue pushed harder, licked more avidly, and a hot, bright spot began to grow swiftly around her stimulated clit. Her cunt got all hot inside, turned wetter and juicier, and she humped jerkily on his muzzle, quivered and gasped as she started to come.

It was far-out, a thrilling sensation that made Sunny hump her crotch to him, that made her kick her slim legs and dig her fingers into George's wide head.

"C-Coming!" she husked. "Oh George, you big, horny dog – you're m-making me COME!"

Her heels beat against the grass and great, racking shudders whipped over her taut body. She came, and came, her eyes rolling back in her head and her teeth locked into her lower lip. The sun overhead seemed to flash on and off, and she fell back limply, about half-knocked out of her head.

Weak and spent, she lay flat upon the grass while her small tits heaved up and down and her mind spun like a biker doing wheelies. She knew that George was still lapping her inflamed pussy, but she didn't know when he stopped. In a daze, she was sorry he quit, because it wouldn't take all that much more to make her come again.

The dog's big head came up under the towel, tangled there, and Sunny had to help him get out of it. Then she was sorry she did, because George had his front paws clamped into her rib cage and he was squeezing her hard. And – she recoiled in shock – and she felt the prodding of his cock, that slick, hard cock that was blindly reaching for the entrance to her wet cunt.

She wiggled, struggled to push him off her, but Sunny only succeeded in bumping her belly up against his. George held on, humping his back and thrusting forward steadily with that long, pointy cock. Once it slid across her hairy little cunt mound, and she bucked wildly beneath his weight. Panting, she had to turn her head aside from his dripping tongue, and the move threw her crotch into his moving prick again. It was slippery, oozing some liquid, and her pussy was slippery, too, skidding along under the intensity of that very stiff dog cock.

Suddenly, the tip of it poked into her pussylips. Sunny quivered sharply and tried to wiggle off the end of George's hard rod, but he kept humping and pushing, and somehow, Sunny bounced the wrong way. It went into her cunt!

The dog's prick slipped into her twat, right between the lips that had been turned so slippery by his licking, and she flinched because his prick was so hard, harder than she had expected or imagined. Knobby on the end, and shoving, poking, right up into her hole where only her finger had ever been before.

Sunny was scared. She clawed at the big, powerful dog, and her curled fingers only slid down his short-haired hide. She tried to push him up with her bent knees, but he was far too heavy for that, and his cock penetrated deeper into her snatch. Now it hurt; it hurt like hell, hurt like crazy, and she was just about to scream, but fought back the panic just in time.

Mom wasn't home, but the Lorimers probably were, and she didn't want any of them to come running, to catch her being screwed by her own dog. She'd just have to fight George off by herself, before his huge prick ripped her cunt wide open, made her bleed and took her cherry.

Sunny wrapped her arms around his heavy neck and tried to wheel him off to one side, but the dog had the feel of her inner pussy now, and would not be denied. He bent his back and plowed his ramrodding cock deeper into her tightly resisting cunt. Sunny felt the cockhead strike against something elastic, against some buried membrane that stretched and pained.

"George!" she hissed. "Get off me! Stop that! GEORGE!"

He was too far gone to listen; he only squeezed her surging body tighter between his paws and pounded that insistent prick more strongly against the barricade of her cherry.

"N-No!" she grunted. "Oh, no! Don't – do – it!"

But she couldn't get herself free, couldn't loosen the impaling cock working like a lance into her pussy. And the pain – quick and sharp and over in a single flashing moment – so that now she felt the slick dong moving, and the swelling of the knob on the end of the dog's hungry cock. Now she knew the deep tickle of a prick within her cunt, where she had imagined one would be before too much longer.

But the future was now, and she wasn't a virgin anymore; she felt the extra wetness of blood and thought crazily that being screwed by her dog wasn't exactly the way she had pictured losing her cherry. But at least George couldn't knock her up, and since it was already done and she had tried like hell to stop it…

George grunted and shoved; his cock rammed into her cunt all the way to his hairy balls, and Sunny knew that her snatch could take it all without ripping, that her tightly clenching pussy could swallow every swollen inch of the dog's big prick without tearing.

And his cock felt terrific. It felt wonderful, buried so deeply in her cunt that she could feel the hard tip nudging her cervix. She was being fucked! All the sex-education classes and the girls giggling and the hot night dreams had led to this crazy moment. His big rod felt marvelous, filling her pussy and making her ass go tight.

George humped in and out of her cunt eagerly, and the thrill of that distended prick slipping over her vibrant clit was almost too much. Sunny thought she was going to faint.

She didn't pass out, because that doggie cock felt too good. She rode it back and slithered forward when it pumped into her box once more. The swollen tool bulged inside her clinging pussy, and she wondered dimly if she and George could get hung up, like she had seen a bitch dog and a male do once. It would be nice in one way, to keep this tremendous cock inside her hot cunt for just as long as she wanted it, fucking until she came, and came again, and came once more.

But getting hung up with George there in the backyard wouldn't be so cool. In her bedroom at night, after her mom was asleep, that would be okay. But not here and not now, right out in the open daylight. The towel that had covered her was gone, kicked away in the scuffle, and when she looked down by twisting her head a little, she could watch the shiny red prick pumping in and out of the lightly haired lips of her dripping pussy.

Oh wow, she thought, wow! George's cockhead was bumping against her womb, and making her head bob up and down, and she had to have something to hold onto, or the dog might fuck her right on down through the lawn. She clung to his neck and got her feet up, up, until her ankles could cross above the dog's back. She hiked her crotch to his thrusts then, and swung her ass in quickening circles, because she was on the verge of coming.

Coming – in her first screw! It was wilder than using her finger, more fantastic than having the dog lick her pussy. His cock slammed deep into her snatch and pulled back for another battering-ram stroke, and when he plunged his dick to the balls again, she quivered in ecstasy.

Sunny came, hugging George and fucking back at him, clinging to his body with her legs and arms, clinging to his prick with the hot, wet walls of her pussy. Lights flashed on and off within her head, and crazy things happened to her clit, bombed inside her cunt. Her asshole snapped tight as a rubber band, and she felt his swinging balls massage it.

George kept right on grinding that stiff dog cock into her blazing cunt, ramming and banging it, and her legs slid off his back, but only to brace her heels against the grass so she could rock her crotch upward to meet his lunges, so that her cunt could absorb every terrific inch of that hard and slippery cock.

George whined then, his breath hot in her car and his damp muzzle pressing against her cheek. She felt her tits rubbing their erect nipples into his heaving chest, felt the rise and fall of his hairy belly as he shoved the prick to her cunt in a last, savage burst of power.

He shot off inside her. Sunny trembled from head to foot as hot dog sperm spurted from his greatly swollen cockhead. The boiling jazz hosed her entire womb, splashed searingly against the walls of her cunt and packed the length of her pussy.

Thick and creamy, it flowed over his throbbing prick and a few drops squeezed out of her rubbery cunt lips to puddle in the crack of her steamy ass. Blissfully, Sunny rolled her crotch, rolled the hard cock around inside her frothy cunt and over the aching button of her clitoris.

Moaning softly to herself, clenching her teeth, she heaved her pussy against the dog's balls, pushed it wetly into his crotch. She burrowed her stiff nipples into his muscled chest and moaned again, softly and with the craziest feeling blossoming within her overheated body.

"I'm coming again!" she hissed. "Oh George, you lovely, wonderful dog with the lovely, wonderful prick – you're making me come again – COME!"

As if in answer, George's ballooned cockhead gave a last spurt of hot jazz, and Sunny reveled in the buttery sensations within her flexing pussy, went just a little bit insane with the contortions of her snatch and her ass. The coming was even more tremendous than it had been when he licked her off, even better than the first time she had ridden and bucked to rapture upon this deeply buried cock that was still stiff as a poker.

It was as if she had a strobe light in her cunt, as if it were flashing on and off and making everything inside her jerky, jumpy. It was as if a color wheel were spinning red-orange and green-blue. Every nerve end of her body tingled and sparked, and the orgasm raced everywhere within her being.

It was the sweetest and the sexiest thing ever. The dog's cock was her very own; she possessed it in her pussy and held it prisoner by the muscles of her cunt. The great cockhead pulsed and turned greasy inside its tender trap, but the dog just balanced above her, stopped in the motions of his fucking, held in the diminishing throes of his coming.

Oddly, Sunny thought that this must be George's first fuck, too. Poor George, she mused; he couldn't even masturbate himself, although he could lick his own prick. She wished she could stretch herself around so that she could lap her own hot pussy. But they would both make do very well now, by screwing each other.

She had her own lover now. She had George, who could fuck her for as long as she wanted, who could throw big, sizzling loads of rushing cum into her cunt and not make her pregnant. But now that the walls were down and the no-no times finished with, Sunny thought she would start taking the Pill anyway, because, as her mom said, you could never tell what might happen.

Her poor mom, thought Sunny. She didn't have a lover.

Sunny slid tentatively upward, and George allowed his hard cock to slip almost out of her snatch. Only the cockhead hung a bit, but then her pussylips stretched a little more, and with a wet plop! The dog's prick snapped out of her cunt.

Sunny grabbed for the big towel, and frowned suddenly at the hedge nearby. But then she told herself that she hadn't seen a movement in it, that her imagination was working overtime.

CHAPTER TWO

Sunny was thirteen, but now she felt much older, like maybe twenty-five or so. She lay back in the hot water of her bathtub and smiled when she rubbed her thighs gently together. After all, she wasn't a cherry now; her fuck with George had turned her into a woman, and girlhood was behind her.

Losing her cherry hadn't really hurt, either – not much. And now she only felt a tiny bit of sensitivity in her pussy. She'd soak in the tub, and think about all the fun ahead of her, the wild times she and lovely old George would have together.

It was funny how it got started, Sunny mused. Dogs fucked other dogs by mounting them from the back, where the female's cunt was set, so she hadn't expected to get screwed from the front. Still, George could fuck from both directions, she supposed.

And his prick – long and slidy hard and shiny, with a knob on the end that swelled up big and powerful when he was about to come, or coming. That trick made her own orgasm even better, adding sensations just at the very moment when the hot sperm was shooting out into her cunt.

Soaping the washrag, she slid the bubbles over her tits, tickled them awhile, and wished as always that they were bigger, like her mom's boobs. But her mother tried to make those nice jugs look smaller by wearing loose blouses and the like.

Sunny hiked her ass so she could wash tenderly at her cunt mound, wiggling a little at the feelings it caused. She'd never been so turned on; it was like George had left more than just his hot jism inside her pussy; he had deposited some special kind of tingling, an electric vibration that made her want to scratch where she couldn't quite reach.

Tentatively, she eased the tip of her finger against the slick pink tissues that lay between the puffy lips of her cunt. It felt wonderful, but not as marvelous as it had before George fucked her. Was her twat stretched by the dog's big prick? Had he forced her pussy out of shape and made it looser?

She didn't know about those things, but she certainly hoped not. Withdrawing her fingertip, she let her ass sink beneath the hot water again. She'd ask her mother about such sex problems, if she dared. Her mom would probably only blush and turn away, and there'd never be any answer.

And she couldn't really be completely honest with her mother, anyway. Suppose she went right up and said: Hey, Mom, I've been fucking this dog – you know, good old George – and I wanted to know if his big prick could stretch me out of shape like a used rubber band – and – what's that, Mom? Yes, I said George and I have been fucking…

Sunny slapped the surface of the water with her open palm, making a sound like she knew her mother would make when she fainted and hit the floor.

So much for sex-problem interviews with her mother, and there was nobody else around that Sunny could talk to. She remembered her father as a standoffish type of guy, seldom home and always on the road in his business. The road killed him three years ago – or, more to the point, the freeway. His wife had been a widow ever since, and all his work hadn't left them much more than enough to get by.

Of course, her mother played the widow bit to the hilt, looking sad and never going out on a date with a man. Sunny rinsed her body and sat up in the tub, shaking her head; after a woman had been fucked for a while, years even, how could she possibly go back to not fucking? You couldn't return to being a virgin, so why not make the most of your experience? Especially since her mother was such a good-looking woman, only thirty-two years old, tall and willowy, with those big, firm boobs.

Sunny climbed from the tub and leaned over to pull the plug. She stayed in that bent position, twisting her head around so she could see in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. This was almost the way she would look to George if she let him screw her in the way that was most natural to him – dog fashion.

Her ass was all wet and gleaming, and the crack was just about hairless, but she could make out the light shagginess of her pussy hair. She would have to keep her ass higher than her upper body, she thought, get down on elbows and knees, rather than on her hands and knees, so that her pussy would tilt up at him more. He could get his cock into her hole easier that way, since she wasn't built exactly like a female dog.

Grinning, Sunny stood erect and turned to stare at her crotch in the mirror. She was every bit as bitchy as a female dog in heat, though. Only she was glad that her kind of bitch didn't have to wait around and come in season every so often; she could fuck anytime she wanted to. And that was going to be just about every time she got the slightest chance.

She dried herself quickly, squirming at the contact of the fluffy towel, thinking how sensitive she was all over her body; her skin was very tender, and every fine hair on her arms and legs seemed to stand straight up. She felt like screwing again right now, and she wondered briefly if George could go again so soon.

Word among her giggling classmates was that a man kind of burned himself out right away, while a woman could fuck all night. Once the man shot his wad, the girls said, his cock went soft and he had to wait a long time before it would get hard for him again – and they all knew no guy could screw with a soft prick.

Coming closer to the mirror, Sunny checked her skin for scratches; it wouldn't do for George to leave claw marks on her body, where her mother might see them and wonder.

And she remembered that George's prick hadn't gone all soft and squishy after he came in her pussy. His cock had remained stiff and rigid; only the big head had shrunk back to the size it had been before he squirted off. Was it possible that dogs were better and longer fuckers than guys were?

She hoped so, because she was still touchy and excited all over her newly aroused body. Going to the narrow window, she peered down into the backyard and saw that the dog was chained to his house. Most of the time, George stayed inside their home with her, especially at night, but her mom wanted him outside during most of the day. And since they had fucked, she thought it was safer to chain George up until she got her head together again.

There he was, stretched out on his belly, sound asleep, and she felt a twinge of resentment. The damned dog ought to be sitting up with a hard-on, panting for another chance at her pussy. Then she thought that he might be pooped out, firing such a huge load of sperm into her cunt. After all, it had been George's first fuck, too.

Smiling at that idea, she turned from the window and rummaged for her mother's perfume. She used the good stuff, dabbing some in the cleft of her ass and on her pussy hairs, in her belly button and under her arms. Sunny liked the smell of it, and hoped George would, too.

This time, she'd bring him in the house and up to her bedroom, where no prying eyes could watch them screw. She frowned. Had anyone watched, or was it only her imagination?

Wrapping herself into a terrycloth robe, she found her rubber sandals and slid her feet into them. Well, if somebody had watched her with George, she'd know about it before long. But meanwhile, her mother wasn't going to be home for hours, and Sunny was getting anxious to repeat the glorious experience she'd had earlier. She wanted to know if fucking was really as far-out as it seemed.

Shivering a little with anticipation, she hurried down the stairs and through the kitchen, going out the back door. She almost bumped into the man on the I steps, and caught her breath in shock and fear.

"Oh! Oh, wow – Mr. Lorimer! Man, you just about scared me to death, standing here like this."

He grinned at her, a burly man with black eyes and hair curling up from the open collar of his sports shirt. "Hi, Sunny. Is your mom home?"

She shook her head. "No, and she won't be back for a couple of hours, maybe even longer. She's over at her sister's house across town, and my aunt always talks an arm and leg off."

"Two hours, huh?" He looked up at her where she stood two steps higher than him, and she felt the hotness of his eyes. Judd Lorimer lived next door with his wife and two kids, and was old – about forty or so. But he'd always made her think of the bad guy, all hairy and husky, even if he'd never done anything to appear evil.

"I guess," she said, looking beyond the man to where George was waiting impatiently for her, whining a little and sitting erect now.

"That's fine," Judd Lorimer said. "You can help me, then. How about if I use your phone, Sunny? Ours is out of order, and I have a pretty important call to make."

She supposed she was going to have to be polite; with another look at her dog, Sunny backed up the steps and said, "Sure, Mr. Lorimer, come on in."

The telephone was in the living room, on the little table against the wall, and she led him to it. "Just take your time. You don't care if I don't hang around to let you out, do you? I mean, you know the way and all…"

He didn't reach for the phone, but for her; his big, powerful paw closed over her wrist. "You real anxious to get back to that dog, baby?"