Chapter 1

The front door opened a crack after he knocked. His daughter’s red hair showed first, cascading over her shoulders and tinged gold by the late summer sun, followed by her smile. Azure blue eyes scanned left and right, then looked happily into his as the door opened wider in welcome.

He smiled back at the obviously naughty sparkle in her eye, then scanned downward, appraising the shape of her high shoulders, the lush curve of her tits, and the creamy thighs visible below the hemline of the green, blue, and white Seahawks jersey that ended just below her crotch line. The jersey appeared to be all she was wearing. As he watched, the hem lifted gracefully under her finger. Like a curtain, the rising hem slowly exposed to his gaze the rosy pink inner lips of a mature cunt slit, framed by puffy, plush outer labia. At last a bright tuft of fine ginger hair flamed above the visibly swollen clitoris up top.

Those russet pubes were partially slicked with spittle, and he could see that her cunt lips and inner thighs also glistened with it. Roger chuckled. “Good girl, Keryl. Just what Daddy asked of you.”

The jersey hem fell back over that bountiful pussy as she leaned in to kiss his cheek. But he savored the sight of the very bottoms of both round, exuberant ass cheeks now exposed as his daughter turned and led him, just a bit anxiously, it seemed, into the living room.

Jack followed that ass closely, then lifted his eyes to spy his granddaughter glancing up at him from the couch. Her green eyes were slightly glazed with lust, and a faint self-conscious blush crossed her lightly freckled cheeks. But her smile was welcoming as he bent to kiss her cheek. She turned then to get her lips on his, the heat of lust on her breath as her tongue pushed searchingly between his teeth.

“Katy,” he said in greeting, with a grin and nod of his head, after the kiss broke.

“Hi Grandpa,” she replied, grinning back. Her words trailed off into a silent grunt as her knees lifted and hips bucked. She too wore a vee-neck Seahawks football jersey, which covered her perky tits, though hard nipples were visibly pushing at the fabric. The colors of the top complemented her eyes and the shoulder-length auburn hair, red but just a bit darker than her mother’s. The hem of the jersey was pulled well up, exposing her creamy tummy, hips and cunt, and long, widely splayed legs and bare feet to anyone’s view.

“Good boy, Smokey,” Jack said, his hand scratching the long-legged, grayish tan mutt’s ears as the dog looked up from between his granddaughter’s parted thighs. The dog’s tongue kept rhythmically slicing across and through the smooth little cunt slit, black nose pressed to the button clit. Only his big brown eyes looked up to acknowledge the praise.

“Good pussy?” He asked the dog, not really expecting an answer. He patted Smokey’s head and chuckled.

Keryl sidled close, hip to hip with him to survey the scene.

“Very good, as we both well know, Daddy,” she answered. Her hand went to her father’s crotch, fingers feeling up his hard-on through his jeans as they stood. She took her turn kissing him, their tongues tangling incestuously for a moment.

“It’s excellent indeed to see my two dog sluts so nicely prepped for the first game of the season,” Jack quipped as he squeezed his daughter’s ample bare ass and then settled in to his traditional seat in the comfortable, worn leather easy chair. Keryl flashed another smile of amusement, and handed him a cold, freshly-cracked can of ale, setting the TV remote control on the left arm.

Jack picked up the remote and dialed up the volume, just in time to see the kickoff return. “Where’s Bogie?” Jack asked as his daughter got to her knees, unbuckled his belt, and worked his zipper down. “Don’t tell me he already got his fill of mommy pussy?”

“Ha ... Not likely,” Keryl commented matter-of-factly as she pulled her father’s jeans and boxers down his legs, his ass helpfully lifting, then tugged his shoes and pants off. “He already finished me off twice before you got here.” Her rounded, creamy ass came invitingly into view as the jersey slipped upward. “He’s in the kitchen I think, having a bite to eat.” But “eat” was muffled as her mouth closed over the head of his cock, tongue tip teasing a seep of sweet pre-cum out of the peehole.

“Bogie!” Jack called out with a raucous, party-time inflection, “Pussy!” Beyond his own exquisite pleasure, he felt a sensual tremor in his daughter’s sucking, and knew that the dirty words delighted and excited her. Keryl’s mouth was full, so she didn’t comment, but Jack and Katy both laughed as Bogie quickly padded into the room, paws clicking on the hardwood floor.

Jack clicked his tongue and gestured toward his daughter’s exposed ass. But he needn’t have--the golden retriever was already on point and headed to target. The redhead’s feracious body visibly shuddered with lust as her canine lover’s muzzle went straight to her sex. A long flat lick of dog tongue slapped from her trilling clit up through the parted pink slit, finally curling lazily around the savory, twitching anal pucker. As he watched his daughter’s eyes slit with animal passion, Jack put his left hand on top of Keryl’s head, guiding her willing tongue to his balls as he grabbed his stiff, now slick dick with his right to stroke it.

“Katy, tell your mom what’s going on with the game, would you. I don’t think she can see the screen from down where she is.”

Katy giggled. “Bobby Wagner just shut down the run at scrimmage on the second down,” she responded.

“Atta girl,” her grandfather replied. Between his knees his daughter mumbled something unintelligible, her mouth full of balls. He guided her back up to his cock head, and soon her head was bobbing dutifully. A moment later Keryl’s mouth parted wide, losing suction on his dick. She uttered a grunt and a moan as she came hard on the golden retriever’s tongue, her cunt clutching as it buried itself deeply between her folds.

“Your mommy’s cumming already, Peaches. Or maybe it’s again. How are you doing over there, sweetheart?” Peaches was her grandparent’s pet name for their granddaughter. Her mother’s pet name was Catkin, for reasons no one seemed able to explain, although Katy was sure it had something to do with pussy. Little pussy, probably.

“G-g-good, Grandpa,” Katy stuttered. Her shaky voice suggested her orgasm was close on the heels of her mom’s. And Jack could tell the dirty talk was bringing it closer. Katy had always been one to want to keep up with her mom. Maybe even outdo her, just a little, if she could. Sure enough, a moment later the girl’s body clutched on the sofa cushions, and she squealed delightedly. Her exposed tummy arched and rippled with spasms. The dog noisily lapped up the girl’s sweet spend while she helpfully held her legs wide for him, her pert ass wriggling appealingly when the tongue probed an especially sensitive spot.

Jack saw Smokey’s ruby red cock partly protruding from the furry sheath beneath his belly. It was usual state that the girls managed to get the cocks around them into, it seemed, even if just by getting their cunts licked.

Jack gave both girls a couple minutes to cum and recover, while catching up with the game play. His cock wasn’t getting sucked at the moment, but it was still stiff.

“I hope you two dog sluts are ready to get fucked,” he announced, “Because Seattle ‘s about to score a touchdown. And there are three cocks in this room that will be looking for a hole when they do.” In response, both women turned their attention to the television. As he watched the screen, Katy’s hand fondled Smokey’s half-hard cock Keryl absentmindedly alternated stroking those of her father and the big golden that sat on his haunches next to her. ever affectionate, Bogie occasionally licked the side of her face and leaving it slick with drool, and giving Keryl a distinct whiff of her own cunt.