J. S. Bradley

Sister_s dog hunger

Chapter 1

"Ohhh, Alec-don't!" Carol gasped, trying to draw out of the circle of his arms.

Her round, full tits heaved and pushed against his chest. Her trim, tight ass was suddenly hot against the fabric of the couch. The tunnel of her pussy squirmed all along its silky length, and she felt it grow fluid and loose and all too ready for his big prick.

His lips gazed the side of her neck and found her cheek. They slid to her mouth, suddenly slack-lipped and breathy with the passion she couldn't deny.

The tip of his tongue traced the outline of her lips and made her shiver again. She moaned with a protest she didn't really feel, and she knew she shouldn't have come up to his apartment.

"Alec, don't!" she gasped. "I didn't come up here for this, really, I didn't!"

He swept back a silky lock of her auburn hair and kissed the soft part of her that he'd exposed. He grinned softly, not believing her.

"It's been two weeks, Carol," he whispered. "I know you, honey. You came up here for this. God, I can already feel the way your sweet pussy is going to shudder and leak around my spurting cock with one come after the other. Come on, honey, let's fuck first and talk later. We both need a good one."

"Alec, no!" she cried softly, trying not to let him cup and feel her swollen tit. "I meant it, Alec-I want to end it with us. It's over. I don't love you. I never did. I swear it."

"Aah! That's your little sister talking, honey. That's Tish, not my Carol. You know you don't mean that. After three years of going together, you can't make me fall for that one."

"Alec… Ohhhh, God! Don't touch me there! Not my pussy, you bastard! Damn it, Alec, Take your hand off! Don't touch… Ah! Darling!" she gasped suddenly.

His fingers slid along her thigh to the top, then circled over her cunt mound. She felt her pussy jump lasciviously and knew a charge of warm, slippery cunt juice had just leaked between her bloated twat lips and filled the crotch of her panties.

"Over, hell," he whispered huskily, ginning against her cheek again. "Carol, you love me, and I love you. Hell, I want to marry you. I still want to be the one to hose out the raging fire in this hot, wet pussy of yours. I want to be the one to fuck you and fuck you until you forget all the bad things and are happy again. Oh, Carol

…"

"No, let me go, Alec!" she cried again, But it was only a weak whisper this time.

She felt his hand smoothing over and over her cunt mound. She felt the gentle massaging of his fingers on her screaming clit; the way they snuck into the vee of her crotch and gently pinched the swollen, drenched pussylips through her thin dress and slick panties.

He pressured her spiked, throbbing clit again and nearly made her come. She was too damn hot. She shouldn't have waited two weeks before coming up to tell him it was all over.

Waiting had left her too vulnerable to his smooth touch and the memories of so many other steaming fucks. She knew the fight to keep her pussy closed to his thrusting prick was already lost.

Alec moved his hand, pushing back her short skirt, exposing the red nylon triangle of her pantied crotch. There was a dark line of wetness where her cunt gap was, where the hot juice from inside her writhing pussy had soaked into the fabric.

His lips sucked at her neck and worked over the line of her fine jaw to her mouth. He frenched her deeply at the same moment his fingers curled around the soaked, puffy meat of her pussy.

"Ohhhh, damn you, damn you," Carol moaned softly.

She wouldn't be able to stop it from happening now. Her thighs opened with the parting pressure of his fingers. She slouched lower on the couch, all resistance gone.

It wouldn't matter, really. She sure wasn't a virgin any longer. And it sure wouldn't be the first time with Alec. After three years of letting her wanton, shameless pussy suck and pull at his strong prick, there couldn't be anything terribly wrong with indulging in a final, parting fuck with him. She couldn't even fault herself for that.

Her cunt writhed and leaked, wetting her panties even more. The honeyed juice spilled from her brimming hole. Her round tits throbbed against the pressure of his chest against them, and she felt her nipples spike and grow rubbery and tight.

Her fingers curled and made little fists of resistance, the last futile effort to deny her body's raging need. Then she uncoiled, and her arm slid around his neck and twined there as she moaned and pulled him willingly against her inflamed body.

"Alec, darling!" she gasped, over and over.

He smiled softly and gazed into her hazel eyes. "That's my girl," he whispered. "That's more like my beautiful girl."

He fingered her pussy, teasing the bloated lips through her wet panties. He massaged her whole mound and made sloshy sounds come from her wet cunt.

He worked a finger under the leg band and touched her swollen, satin-skinned cuntlip, pulling it aside and screwing his finger into the oiled, squirming pussy hole, sliding it into the center of the thrashing body.

Carol groaned with terrible heat and bucked up with her hips. Her inner thighs turned outward slightly, opening her pussy wide to him.

She moaned and stretched and twisted into a more supine position on the couch and felt his weight all along her defenseless body. She wondered if maybe she hadn't really come up for a wild fuck after all, despite the denial in her mind.

"Honey, let's go into the bedroom," he whispered.

"No! Here, Alec-right here. Damn you, do it! Fuck me! Just once, Alec, and that's all. Just to… Ohhhh, God, fuck me and get it over with and let me go home!"

That was absurd. It wouldn't be just once, and they both knew it. She was already turned on high. The moment she had her first orgasm, she would be on roaring, and her climaxes would come so hard and fast that she'd lose count of them.

It was that way with her. She was ashamed of it, because it made her feel as slutty and shameless as her sister acted, but it was that way with her.

They grappled together on the couch and fumbled with their clothing. It made her feel like a teenager again. She was twenty-eight, and he was thirty, but they were going to fumble and fuck on the couch like kids.

The idea sparked Alec. She felt his prick throb in his pants and bump rigidly against her thigh. She knew it thrilled him, because she knew him as well as he knew her.

"Oh, Carol," he gasped huskily, kissing her over and over, squeezing the fleshy meat of her pussy between his fingers. "I love you, honey. You're wonderful. You're the girl for me. Marry me, Carol! Quit this silly bullshit you're getting into, the two weeks of staying away and all the rest of it-quit it and marry me!"

"God, don't talk! Don't keep saying it, Alec! Just fuck me! Ohhhh, fuck that prick into my hot pussy and make me come!"

"And come and come," he whispered heatedly, grinning again. "All right, sweetie, we'll do it here first and then go into the bedroom and really let loose."

"No-I've got to get home, Alec. Just once. Just…"

"What the hell for?" he queried, an edge coming into his voice. He already knew the answer.

"Tish and Harley-they need me at home, Alec."

"Oh, bullshit!" he flared. He took a deep breath and tried to sound more reasonable. "Honey, Tish is twenty-one. She's a big girl now. Harley's nineteen. Both of then can get along just fine without big sister looking after them. Carol, when are you going to learn that, give them up and marry me, damn it!"

She pushed at him suddenly. "All right, Alec. That's it. That's enough. I don't want to hear it any more. Let me up. I want up."

He looked down at her. Her expression was strange, nearly hostile. He couldn't believe it-the expression or the fact that she was apparently able to hold out against him, even through her pussy was sucking avidly on his finger.

It rattled him for a moment. He didn't get off her, and her dainty frame was no match for his muscular one, so she lay under him and looked up at him with that strange expression.

"She's really gotten to you, hasn't she?" he said finally. "Little sister Tish, with the big green eyes, the foxy little body and the hot, ready cunt. You do everything little sister tells you to now, huh? Well, I know about her latest idea-hers and Harley's. A goddamn dog kennel," he snorted. "Carol…"

"Shut up, Alec!"

"And she accuses me of trying to squander the money your parents left you! Carol, a dog kennel isn't going to work-not in this town. That money you've been trying to protect is just going to go right down the drain, if you put it in a dog kennel and let her and Harley run it!"

"We're all going to run it. We'll train attack dogs. There's a big market in them now, Alec, and I resent your butting into my business again, Harley says that-"

"Your little brother couldn't say shit unless Tish squatted over his open mouth and crapped there first, and you know it! Damn it, Carol, do you know why Tish hates me so much? Do you?"

"Because you're a despicable bastard who can't keep his nose out of our lives!"

"Because I never fucked her!" he half shouted.

Chapter 2

Carol's expression changed. Very slightly, but it changed. Her pussy sucked at Alec's finger with tentative spasms, as if telling the rest of her to quit arguing and get fucking.

"I wish I could believe that, Alec," she said softly. "But I know how much you love fucking. And I know Tish."

"Sure, I love it! Hell! And plenty of guys would call me stupid to pass up a piece of quick, luscious ass like Tish, but I'm kind of proud of it. It hasn't been easy to do, I'll tell you. She's tried every wile ever thought of to get her hot little cunt around my prick and then torment you with how she can take me away from you. Just like all the others. Isn't that what you told me?"

"Yes," Carol choked.

She closed her eyes. How many times had Tish done that to her, wriggling her cute ass, flaunting herself, half raping Carol's boy friends?

Little slut!

"Listen, honey, I'm the first man she's wanted that she couldn't get, and little Tish's ego just can't stand that. So she pumps you full of lies and crap to try to tear us apart. Carol, wise up, Honey! I love you!"

"God, I want to believe that, Alec!" she cried.

He looked at her. He didn't tell her to go ahead and believe it because it was true. He didn't say anything. He dipped his head and found her lips and kissed her hungrily and fucked his finger up her pussy as deeply as he could, trying to tell her that way.

"No. Alec…" she whimpered, feeling her surge of resistance drain away for good this time. She didn't want the war inside herself any more. She wanted to fuck and fuck and feel his strong arms about her. She wanted to quit being mother and father and guardian to Tish and Harley, too, but she just couldn't find the strength yet.

As if trying to forget for a moment, she let her pussy muscles clamp around his finger. Her cunt walls leaked and writhed. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that she was better the Tish, better than a slut, in spite of the way she needed sex so badly when she was hot.

Her cunt was soaking wet. She felt nearly mindless with the need to come. Her arms twined about his neck with surprising strength and pulled him against her.

Her spine arched and made her tits push against his chest. The round balls were like firm pillows there. Her nipples nearly screamed with sensation and grew to sharp spikes of need.

Her pussy sucked and spasmed around his finger, drawing it up into her insatiable box, and she knew it was going to be a long, long night after all.

Alec knew it, too. He wiggled his finger into the satiny, oiled depths of her twat and waited for her explosion to come. Her first explosion. He wasn't worried about satisfying her with just one. After two weeks, she'd be good for maybe ten.

He rolled his thumb over her clit to hurry along the first one, and his prick pounded rigidly in his pants, throbbing and leaking clear oil from the tip.

"Alec!" She gasped sharply. "Ohhh, your finger-your thumb! Damn you, you're making me… Ohhhh, you always did know how to make me come and come and be such a shameless slut with you that I… Oh, God! Alec, hold me! Kiss me! Darling, I'm coming already! Yes, Yes! Ahhhhhhhhhgh!"

Her hips bucked and tossed and shuddered. Her tits ballooned on her chest, and her nipples speared into his shirt. She heard the wet sounds her pussy made around his finger-shameless sounds, slutty, Tish-like sounds.

Her cunt sucked and drew. Waves of pent-up orgasm washed over her and tossed her small body under him. They crashed through her and lifted her and made her ready for another big rush almost before the first one had subsided.

She filled her panties with slippery cunt juice. It leaked out around his finger and drooled down the underside of her crotch to her butt crack, tickling her asshole and making it pulse heatedly.

Slut… hot-cunted slut…

Alec slipped his finger from her pussy. It dripped with her hot juices. He unzipped his pants and let his throbbing prick out, and she gripped his rod immediately. She did it shamelessly, letting it pulse hotly between her fingers.

"Ohhhhh, Fuck me Alec! For God's sake, fuck your cock into me and let me come again! Once isn't enough, darling! You know once is never enough!"

"God, yes, I know!"

She twisted her head sharply to the side. "Damn you, shut up! Just fuck me," she moaned.

He didn't have to say that. He didn't have to make her sound more slutty than she already knew she was. Her hips jerked up and down, and her pussy spasmed and shook for more, and she felt terrible.

He reached for her panties. She pushed them off faster than he did and melted into the couch, spreading under him, opening her cunt wide for the sustained bout of fucking to come.

She pulled her dress high over her waist, feeling the sculptured texture of the cushion against her round, tight asscheeks. She held his raging prick in her hand and pulled on it impatiently, trying to guide it quickly into her quaking cunt hole.

Alec pushed his pants to his knees. He felt between her spread thighs, and the tip of his cock hit the hot, fluid silk of her grasping pussy mouth.

"Ohhhh, Carol!" he cried.

"Alec! Alec! Fuck me! Hurry, I'm ready to come again!"

He thrust into her snatch. Her hips lifted. Her thighs flew wide apart. One dainty foot rested on the floor, and the other circled in the air over the back of the couch.

She tipped her cunt up, and his prick sank all the way into her wet hole in one, fluid, frictionless slide. The dancing cockhead slid through the oiled silk of her tunnel and butted at the end of her pulsing cunt.

Carol yelled and flung her thighs around his ass and pulled inward and came immediately, pitching and tossing and shuddering violently.

"God! My God!" she screamed, clinging to his neck with her twined arms, her words half-sobs of pure emotion.

Her pussy muscles sucked and pulled at his throbbing prick, milking it rhythmically. Her asshole spasmed in and out and was tickled by the nap of the cushion fabric. His belt buckle stabbed into her thigh, but it was a delicious kind of pain, one that demanded still more sensation to rage through her heated body.

Alec gave it to her, as he always did, as he had learned to do after three years of fucking her wild pussy into multiple orgasms. He gritted his teeth and exerted all his will to keep himself from coming just yet.

It was tough to do, when her sucking silk pulled at his horny dick. He nearly lost his load in her oiled cunt, but he managed to swing his feet to the floor and half stand, still plugging her pussy.

Carol's thighs were locked about his waist. He held her naked ass in his hands, squeezing the round, tight buns. He lifted her against him and staggered and caught his balance, then started towards the bedroom with her, carrying her on the impaling spear of his throbbing, buried prick.

"Alec… ohhh, God, where are you taking me?" Carol groaned huskily.

She held tightly to his neck, her tits rubbing and pushing against his chest. Her skirt fell down between their bodies and flapped about her widespread, sucking, prick-stuffed pussy.

He flipped the skirt back and looked down at the way her puffy cuntlips were spread out around his thick dong, the way her pubes ground against his.

Carol looked, too. Her thighs were split as widely as they could be, and her whole middle was like a yawning cave, with slippery walls and a running spring.

Already, her cunt juice was trickling down over his swinging balls, and she could feel another surge of it forming along her shaking tunnel as she pushed her pussy against his pubic bone and tightened her thighs about his hips.

Halfway to the bedroom, she gasped in his ear and squeezed her arms and legs tightly around him and jigged her pussy up and down around his spearing cock.

"Alec-Alec! Fuck me! God, I'm going to come again, darling! Ohhhh, come with me! Shoot my pussy full of sperm! Spurt into my cunt! Ahhhhhgh!"

Her pelvis rocked and shuddered. Her arms felt as if they were capable of breaking his neck. Her ass rolled in his hands, and her pussy mouth sucked open and spread even wider around his prick, while the inside of her silken tunnel stripped and pulled at his rigid, throbbing cock.

"Oh, Jesus," Alec whispered suddenly, the sound sharp.

He couldn't hold back his load any longer. Her pussy was just too wild, and it had been just too long since the last time he'd fucked her. He braced his feet on the floor and tipped his pelvis up and made her skewered weight ride on his hips.

His prick bucked and jerked in the very depths of her spasming pussy. He felt the end of her cunt nipping at his cockhead, and his load came spewing and spurting through his dancing shaft, drenching her already sodden cunt.

"Yaaaaah!" he yelled, pulling tightly at her asscheeks, and hunched forward at the same time, trying desperately to maintain his balance.

Two week's worth. That was what he blew up into her milking, sucking cunt. She couldn't hold it all, and his hot jizz spurted back and shot between his prickshaft and her bloated pussylips and drooled down his balls onto his carpet.

"Honey! Alec! Ohhh, you're blasting me full of cum! I can feel it washing through my cunt! Ohhhh, it's going to make me come again, darling-again!"

She clung to him tightly and kept her promise, she shuddered and growled heavily. Her breath was snatched from her lungs this time as she twisted and shook in his arms and felt as if the top of her head would blow off.

When it was over for her one more time, she sucked in air and felt her head wobble as he hurried with her to the bedroom. She didn't know why it was like this with her.

It was a devastating experience, shameful and wrong to be so hot, so slutty. It was nearly always the same-just a little worse tonight because she'd made the foolish mistake of staying away from him for so long.

Well, it would be the last time. She wasn't going to see him any more. She couldn't. Her duties were to Tish and Harley. It was useless to wish things could be otherwise.

She had to look after them, just as she always had since their parents had died in the wreck seven years ago. She had to be sure they would be all right first. And then she might be free to think about marrying Alec.

If Tish hadn't ruined it by taking him away from her first.

"Oh, darling-Alec…" she sobbed softly, sliding her wet cheek against his suddenly.

Chapter 3

Alec staggered through the doorway to his bedroom and felt hot tears against his face. He didn't quite understand why she was crying. All he knew was that he wanted to be the one who could make her sadness stop.

He ran his hand down her back, undoing the zipper of her dress. While she clung to him and whispered, he slipped the dress from her shoulders and leaned over the bed with her.

In a smooth motion, her arms slid from around his neck, and she fell on her back to the bed as her dress left her body leaving her totally naked. She opened red-rimmed eyes and writhed on the bed in sexual bliss and emotional torment.

"Alec, don't stop yet, darling. Don't quit fucking me! I've got more in there. Ohhh, so much more! Why do I always have so much in there!"

She put her hands on her tits and moaned and mauled them, groaning in a strange way, trying to cover her real feelings under the screen of the sexual urgency that was real enough.

She rolled the firm balls of flesh and made them flatten and stretch into cones. She tweaked her pink nipples and pulled at them with the tips of her fingers until they were rubbery spikes at the ends of her boobs.

Her thighs scissored open and close, and her pussy lifted and fell with the movements of her hips she couldn't control. Her cunt made sucking sounds that were unbelievably slutty.

She was aware that Alec was looking down between her thighs at the mouth of her draining cunt, and there was a terrible passion from him, even after three years of revealing it to him again and again.

She put her hand over her twat. Everything was pussy and soft, so terribly wet and slippery. Her cuntlips were so bloated with heat they were wide open and didn't begin to cover the pulsing pinkess of her twat hole.

The silkiness between then gleamed with slippery oils and draining sperm, and she watched him run his eyes over the slim lines of her thighs, the fare of her hips, the narrow waist.

Her auburn hair fanned over his bed, and her pretty, fine features rocked back and forth as she tossed her head and moaned, massaging her tits and pussy with her hands.

"Carol…" he gasped huskily. "God, you're beautiful, darling. I want you. I want you!"

"Then take me!" she half screamed. "Fuck me again, Alec! Oh, please! Make it big. Make it good. God, make it last!"

She clapped her fingers around her wet pussy again and shook the pink, bloated meat of it up and down. Juice trickled between her fingers, and she gasped sharply as the heel of her hand rolled over her clit and massaged the standing, throbbing little organ of pleasure.

"Ohhhh, suck my juicy pussy, darling! I want you to suck it off! Then fuck it! Honey, can you fuck me again? Is your prick…"

She opened her hooded eyes. She looked at the long, solid shaft of his cock and shivered with lust. Her lips went slack, and she moaned heavily and reached for him.

"Give it to me, Alec! Give me your prick!"

He moved forward and knelt on the bed, straddling her chest. He settled down, and her round, firm tits pillowed his ass and cupped his balls in warm mounds of satin flesh.

Her hands and fingers slid all over his wet, juice-covered prick. She pursed her lips and lifted her head. A moan of combined shame and lust slipped from her throat as she pursed her soft, full lips and ran her tongue over them to wet them.

Right then she didn't care how slutty she was acting, how much like Tish. She wanted him. She wanted to come and come, and she wanted to feel his strong prick in her and against her-his sperm flooding into her body in every hole she had, because it was going to be the last time.

Her tongue flicked out. She tasted the clear fluid at the tip of his prick. She tasted the essence of her sodden cunt on his spongy knob and stiff shaft.

She moaned and sucked his cockhead between her lips and felt the bumps and ridges of his prick ripple over her soft lips and run into her mouth.

She drew strongly on his prick, and he couldn't keep from groaning. Carol sucked as heatedly as she fucked, and Alec had never met a girl even remotely like her.

He didn't know what drove her, what made her so sexually volatile, but he wanted to know. He wanted to smooth it out for her, because he genuinely cared about her.

His cock throbbed in her mouth, and he tipped his head back and sucked in his breath, trying not to come. It wasn't that he didn't want to come. But he didn't have the fantastic kind of staying power that she did, and he wanted to last long enough to drain her dry this time.

He wanted to leave her so fucked out that she was wobbly and bowlegged and would be incapable of staying away for two weeks again. He wanted her to realize that she ought to marry him and let her trampy sister and stupid brother fend for themselves, now.

She'd done her duty. More than her duty. It was time to break free.

He looked down and watched her silky lips purse around his prick. Her head bobbed back and forth, and her tongue stripped the bottom of his shaft and rolled around the cockhead, teasing him and milking him for the rush of his hot sperm.

He tried not to think about how good it felt to have her lips wrapped around his cock, about how easy it would be for him to give himself over to her soft-sucking mouth and let his prick explode there, hosing his cum down her throat.

He thought about the dog-kennel thing instead. Maybe he should keep his nose out of it after all-just let her go ahead and set it up for Tish and Harley and then make another try at weaning her away from them. If they were set up, she wouldn't have that excuse not to marry him any more.

His thoughts broke off when Carol moaned and began sucking more fervently on his prick. Her soft lips nearly reached to his pubes, and he could feel her throat constricting and squeezing around the throbbing head of his dick.

Her right arm began to jiggle at the same time, and he knew what she was doing. Her hand was still over her wet pussy. He could hear the liquid sounds her fingers made in her silky cuntflesh.

He glanced over his shoulder and saw her hand swirl over her sodden pussy as she finger-fucked her drooling box. Her knees were up and bent, her thighs completely open.

Her cunt squirmed and quaked, her hips circled with terrible heat. Her lips and tongue worked over his prick faster and faster, and he knew she was going to bring herself off at any moment.

As much as he hated to, he pulled his prick from her sucking mouth and rested his butt on her pillowing tits, gasping harshly. She'd nearly brought him off, too, and he wasn't ready for another one yet.

"Alec… Alec!" she moaned, grabbing at his cock with her free hand, wanting it back between her soft lips, her other hand swirled over her pussy meat, her fingers circled the stretching, throbbing nub of her clit.

He scooted backward quickly and stared down at her pulsing, sucking cunt. He watched her fingertips play with her clitoral root and slide up and down her silky gash.

He watched her rim her cunt hole with one finger. She stretched the silky, muscular ring wide and allowed him to see up her pussy into the incredibly wet redness and then shot her finger all the way up her cunt hole as far as she could make it go.

"Alec I'm going to come! Ohhhh, don't let me come this way! Fuck me, darling! Fuck that big cock into my pussy again! Suck my cunt off! Alec, do something-quick!"

Her body shuddered and heaved, nearly out of control again. Her finger pumped wetly in and out of her scarlet pussy hole. He waited just a moment longer, then snatched her hand away. Her cunt made a slurping pop as it suddenly became empty.

He scooped his hands under her rounded buttcheeks and lifted her hips from the bed. Her thighs fell wide, and her pussy lifted high, quivering and pulsing, on the verge of another orgasm.

"Ohhhh, do something, darling!"

He dropped his face to her cunt. He opened his mouth wide and covered the whole wet, squirming mass of pulsing silk with his mouth, and he shot his tongue deeply into her hot cunt hole.

"Eeeee! I'm coming!" she screamed.

She wrenched violently, nearly jerking her ass from his hands. Her pussy twisted around his tongue and then clamped down on it in spasming waves of muscular reflex as still another orgasm tore through her overheated body.

He didn't let her rest for a moment. He knew she had to be nearing the end of her endurance. He wanted it to be a glorious end. One that she would remember a long time.

He slipped his tongue from her silky hole and lapped up her drenched gash with it. He circled the tip of her clit, then massaged the engorged throbbing clitoral root, all the while holding her ass in his hands high off the bed.

"Oh! Oh, darling! Ohhh, let me rest a minute, Alec, Ohhh, what are you doing to my clit? God, I feel so slutty when I get this hot, Alec…"

She twisted her head to the side and felt a moment of shame again. She wished she didn't get turned on this high. It made her feel sluttier than Tish. It made her wonder what she was going to do for sexual release without Alec's wonderful prick and sucking lips.

There had been a discreet number of other men when she had turned twenty. And then her parents had died, and her little sister Tish, only thirteen at the time, had blossomed into a sexy little doll, complete with hot little ass and ready pussy and the capacity to fuck and fuck.

After Tish had seduced three men away from her, Carol had nearly stopped dating at all, admitting defeat. She was pretty enough. But Tish had that something extra that compelled men to fuck her.

Carol wasn't stupid. She knew what Tish was doing to her boy friends. And she knew why. The little slut was getting back at Carol for being big sister, for being boss of the house when there were no parents any more.

Carol kept telling herself that it was a phase Tish was going through, that she'd get over it and find her own men and leave hers alone. Or that Tish would realize Carol didn't have any choice but to be boss, since she was so much older and since her sister and brother had to be raised by someone.

It had seemed that way with Alec, finally. For a long time. Until… until

…

"Oh, Alec, why did you do it!" she cried aloud, tossing her head to the side again, putting the back of her hand to her mouth in a wail of agony. "Why did you fuck her!"

If Alec had heard the question, he wasn't answering it. He couldn't, of course. He would try to pretend. But Tish had already told her the details-all the wet, sensuous details, gloating over them the way she always did.

Carol felt a surge of anguish pass through her again. It was nearly strong enough to make her forget the thrilling sensation of his tongue on her oozing pussy.

He wiped his face against her thigh and smeared her cunt juiced from his lips to her soft skin. He held her by the ass, then gave a slow twist urging her to roll over onto her stomach.

Carol moaned with undeniable heat and let go of the anguish and did his bidding. It was the last time with him. She couldn't ruin it. She had to have it last and last. She rolled onto her stomach and gasped and wondered what he was going to do next…

Chapter 4

Alec stared down at her red-meated cunt all the while. His prick speared rigidly from his loins and throbbed in the air, leaking clear oil down the tip.

"Alec…" she gasped. "What are you doing?"

"Don't resist, honey."

"But…"

"I'm going to fuck you good and hard. That's what you want me to do, isn't it? Don't you want my big prick all the way up your pretty pussy again, honey? Hosing and squirting hot cum into you? Open your legs, Carol."

He gave her thighs a prying tug she couldn't resist. He felt her asscheeks with his hands kneading them and spreading the buns wide. She could feel his hot gaze running up and down her deep cleft, and her asshole sucked and pulsed with the wantonness of the sensation.

"Ohhhhhh, Alec…" She moaned.

His hands slid around the sides of her hips. He cupped them and lifted her butt back and up. She arched her body, resting her weight on her elbows and knees, feeling terribly slutty and vulnerable and yet magnificently hot at the same time.

Her tits dangled from her chest, and the nipples rubbed across the sheet, filling themselves with sensation. She gasped repeatedly and couldn't stop the way her ass flared up and back and began to weave lecherously and shake with need.

She felt like a bitch in heat, like one of the dogs Tish and Harley had bought for the kennel for breeding. All she needed was a bushy tail to lift out of the way for Alec's prick.

"Ohhhh, let me down, honey," she moaned. "Alec, let me get on my back and spread my legs for you. Darling, get on top of me and let me thrash and roll my ass under your pounding prick!"

"You'll like it this way, Carol. I promise you will. While I'm fucking you, I can reach around and tickle your clit and make you come twice as hard. You'll see."

She gasped again and dropped her forehead to the bed. She clamped her jaws tightly shut to keep from yelling the question at him, but it burned through her mind anyway.

Is this the way you fucked Tish? Like a dog and a bitch?

She felt him get between her spread legs. Her knees were braced widely on the bed. She could see under her body, between her round, dangling tits, down her flat tummy to her auburn-furred cunt mound.

She saw the puffy rose-hued petals of her pussy, wide open and slutty and dripping with her juice and the still-draining sperm from his prick. She saw the heavy root of his cock above his swinging balls. The shaft jutted up into the air behind her ass, where she couldn't see all of it.

She wrenched her body suddenly, nearly twisting out of his grip. The thought that he'd fucked her little sister was tearing through her with greater and greater agony.

"Alec, let me down. I don't want to fuck this way. Alec, please don't make me

… Ahhhh, God!" she screamed suddenly, her voice husky with passion. "God, just fuck me, fuck me!"

His prickhead had speared into her pussy again. Now that it was there, stretching her hole wide, she couldn't fight any more. She felt his hands curl around her hips, drawing her ass backwards, as if he were skewering her on his lancing cock.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned heatedly, not caring any longer what position they were in or who he'd fucked this way.

Her pussy sucked and pulled at his prick. The heavy shaft ran into her cunt, deeper and deeper. Her clit stretched downward from the top of her gash as if being pushed out of its tented hiding place by the stuffing girth of the prick running into her gushing hole.

It was terribly thrilling to her. She felt his pubes crush up against the satiny skin of her firm buns. They tickled her asshole and made the puckered mouth pulse wildly.

His hand slipped around the side of her hips and fondled her cunt mound, squeezing the wet flesh there, plucking at her auburn curls. The tips of his fingers played with her bloated, parted pussylips, and she began squirming her ass and tipping it up and down, wanting him to find her straining clit.

"Ohhhh, honey!" Alec gasped. "Your cunt! God, what it's doing to my horny prick!"

"Touch it, Alec!" she cried, shaking her head back and forth with passion. "Touch my clit and diddle me and make me come! Ohhh, I want to come!"

She shook her ass. She couldn't help it. Now she knew why dogs got locked together when they fucked like this-they didn't want to have to quit.

The sensations were incredible to her. He began fucking his prick in and out of her pussy in long strokes, plunging thrusts. His crotch thudded against the resilient balls of her asscheeks and made her whole body rock back and forth.

Her tits jiggled with each thud, and her nipples blazed over the fabric of the sheet. His fingers found her clit finally and rolled it for her, while others squeezed the lips of her bloated pussy around his plunging shaft, doubling the sensation of his motions.

Her pelvis rocked up and down against him, and she could feel his prick touch every portion of her convoluted cunt. She twisted her gushing pussy around his prick and gasped and knew the wonderful sensations were just too much to ignore any longer.

"Eeee, I'm coming, Alec!" she cried.

She lifted her head and fairly bleated. Her spine arched, and her ass tipped up and shoved back as far as she could make it go. She had never felt so open, so wanton, so deliciously slutty in her whole life.

Her pussy sucked and pulled and drooled shamelessly. Great waves of orgasm worked through her slim body, beginning with little ripples and working to violent shudders.

She went slightly dizzy. She didn't know if it were the position or the force of the climax, but it had never happened quite that way before.

During the middle of it, even before she was finished, she knew another one was going to come right after it. She yelled and growled and shook her ass and felt his prick buck in her spasming snatch.

"Alec, come!" she cried. "Force it into my cunt, darling! Ohhhh, I love fucking this way-like dogs!"

Alec gasped and grunted and ground his teeth together. Beads of sweat popped out on his forehead with the exertion to keep from blasting her pussy full of the load swinging in his aching balls.

Through iron will, he saved it, but he knew he was dangerously close-too close. He had to do it now. Now!

"Carol!" he gasped. "Baby, honey-I love you! Marry me, Carol! Marry me!"

He didn't wait for a response. There wasn't time. He could feel the sperm boiling in his balls already. Besides, he already knew what her answer would be.

He snapped his hips backward. His prick popped from her wet, drooling cunt and shot erectly upward, as if loaded with a stiff spring.

He reared back and slid his hands to her buttcheeks, prying them apart quickly, wide apart. He glanced at the tiny, pulsing target for his slippery prick and groaned loudly.

"Alec! Alec!" Carol gasped.

She didn't understand. Why had he taken his prick out of her aching cunt when she wanted him to keep fucking her and make her come again? Didn't he know he was leaving her hanging? Why was he spreading her asscheeks that way? Why?

"Alec!" she screamed suddenly.

Her head jerked up. Her body stiffened into a rigid arch. There was a burning sensation coming from her butt, great pressure. It became localized right at the rubbery, muscular ring of her asshole, just as she realized the slick head of his cock was causing it.

She gasped and growled. She couldn't believe what he was trying to do. She felt her bung stretch and scream with sensation that was a mixture of wild pain and something else.

She felt his slippery cockhead push and shove and then pop past the quivering rim of her asshole. His prickshaft ran slowly up her ass, sinking into the clinging depths, stuffing her bowels with a totally foreign sensation that was frightfully exciting.

"Alec, you're fucking my ass!" she cried. "Ohhh, don't fuck me in the ass, darling, it hu-Ahhhh, it hurts!"

She shook her butt wildly. His prick slid all the way up, until she felt his pubic bone mash against her firm buns and flatten them. His hands pulled backward on her hips, and her pussylips fluttered and dripped with juice.

She couldn't keep from coming. There was no way. She felt her stomach muscles clamp and crunch, and then she opened her mouth and bleated loudly. Waves of orgasm rushed rampantly through her body and made her terribly dizzy.

"Yaaaaagh!" she bellowed.

"Carol! Carol! Your asshole's clamping so tight around my prick I can't-God, I'm going to come, honey!"

"No, no-not in my ass!"

"Yes! Oh, yes! Here it-Ohhhh, God, here it comes! Right up your ass, baby! Now! Now! Ahhhhhgh!"

She screamed again. But she was too late. She felt his load spurt into her asshole like a hot, slippery enema. His prick jumped and bucked inside her bowels, and its throbbing sent waves of ecstasy through her again, setting off still another explosion of her heated body.

She shuddered and throbbed. Her ass heaved around in circles and pushed shamelessly back for more of his heavy prick and spurting cum.

All pain left. Everything about her body turned liquid and flowing and slick, and his cock fucked back and forth in her asshole as easily as if it were her pussy.

She yelled again and clamped her hand over her twitching cunt and shook it hard, masturbating out still another orgasm.

Alec clung to her ass, pushing up against it tightly, wrapping his hands around her tits and falling across her back. His prick throbbed and thudded up her butt, and it seemed as if it would never stop hosing out thick, hot come.

Incredibly, it happened to her again. She felt as if her whole body were swelling open. Then it squeezed together and forced a grunt from her lungs and dizziness into her head.

"Ohhhhh, Ale-e-ec!" she groaned tremulously.

Her arms quivered and collapsed. She fell onto her stomach under his weight. Her asscheeks mashed flat, and his prick speared into her butt even deeper; she didn't remember much after that, except the devastating quality of the experience itself.

She would never forget that.

Chapter 5

It wasn't working.

Maybe it was too early to really tell, yet, but Carol had the sinking feeling that Alec had been exactly right, that all the money she'd been guarding so conscientiously had gone down the drain.

She laughed wryly to herself at the metaphor and watched the water run along the cement trough and swirl down the drain. She shut off the hose and checked the job she'd done in spraying out the cages.

She heard the dogs barking and playing together out in the fenced yard, and she could hear Tish as well. She was laughing and talking to them as she mingled among them.

Carol wiped her arm across her forehead and pushed a lock of auburn hair from her eyes. She dropped the hose and sighed heavily, looking at the round thickness of it.

Her pussy throbbed suddenly. She crossed her thighs high up and leaned against one of the cages. She closed her eyes and moaned, trying her best to keep her hands from her yearning pussy.

It had been nearly a whole month, now, since that incredible night with Alec. She hadn't seen him since. She hadn't even called him. But she felt a little troubled, because he hadn't called her, either.

She looked at the thick tube of the water-filled hose and felt her cunt throb again. She moaned and shoved away from the cage and tried to put thoughts of sex from her mind.

She had to hold out. She just had to. She'd been such a slut that night at Alec's that the memory of it still shamed her. If she could just hold out a little longer, she'd be over the hump, and she would have her body under control.

She caught sight of Tish and the dogs through one of the little windows in the kennel house. She paused and watched her younger sister for a moment.

Tish's hair was much lighter than hers. Nearly strawberry. It shone prettily in the sun in a dancing little ponytail at the back of her dainty head.

She wore a bikini, a bright outfit that was cut so high at the thighs that it barely covered the tight, round cheeks of her petite butt.

Her tits were shaped differently from Carol's. They were a little smaller, more cone-shaped, with a pert tilt at the ends, a saucy tipping of the pointed buds.

Her face was fine-featured, her eyes a mischievous green, her mouth pretty and sultry and poisonous all at the same time. She charmed everyone. Even the dogs she played with just now.

They leapt on her, tongues lolling, enjoying the way she swiveled her hips to the side at the last moment to avoid their forepaws against her hips and thighs.

The stock they'd bought-four breeds so far-ranged in ages from pups to a year and half. Not one of then came close to being an attack dog.

One German shepherd was a little over a year old. Harley had been working with him, claiming to know what he was doing. But now Tish was undoing anything Harley had done to make him hostile.

She played with him, laughing, pushing his muzzle aside and running from him, her tight little green-bikinied ass churning and swaying saucily.

While Carol watched, the young dog caught up with Tish and jumped against her, his forepaws landing squarely on her ass. He pushed and knocked Tish off balance. She fell onto her hands and knees, her butt flaring backward, her tits jiggling on her chest.

Puppies swarmed about her arms and legs. They licked her face and pulled at her ponytail with their little mouths while she laughed.

But the shepherd looked at her upthrust ass a moment, cocked his head, wagged his tail stiffly, and then thrust his wet muzzled directly into the deep, green-pantied ass crack.

"Ooooo, Charger!" Tish squeaked, her head jerking up and around to look at the youngster.

She sat on the ground. She blinked several times. Then a pretty, vixenish, mischievous smile came to her mouth, and she reached out to pet the dog's sleek head.

She talked softly to Charger, but Carol couldn't hear her. The dainty hand smoothed over the dog's head and body again and again. Tish sat on her rump with her knees up and apart and seemed to be calming the dog so that he wouldn't bite and try to play any more.

Her tits jutted and jiggled on her chest under the skimpy halter. She ignored the puppies jumping over her and around her, and, in a moment, they went galloping off in furry huddle to play by themselves.

Tish licked her full lips oddly. She glanced around the fenced area in a furtive way, constantly petting Charger. The dog pawed her arm and wrapped his teeth playfully around her knee.

Carol gasped when she saw what Tish did next. Tish slid her hand from Charger's neck to his side and then under to his belly. Charger stopped moving suddenly. He stood in a strange, spread-legged way, his tail stiff and not wagging any longer.

His ears were pricked up, and his tongue licked out several times towards Tish's face. Tish moved her arm very slowly, very gently, and there was an expectant look on her face.

Carol watched with mounting horror and tremulous excitement. She couldn't be doing it! She thought.

But then Charger danced around on stiffened legs and changed his position to the window, and then there was no doubt left in Carol's mind.

Her pussy throbbed wildly, even through she was totally horrified by what her younger sister was doing.

It was so big!

She stared with popping eyes at the scarlet prick Tish's gentle fingers had teased from hiding. It jutted from the furry sheath, sliding back and forth hesitantly as Tish stroked it.

Charger's cock was pointed and thick, incredibly thick-and shiny. Tish's fingers played along the red shaft, finally touching it directly.

She fondled the black balls behind the sheath, then scratched at Charger's belly gently. She tipped her head and looked under the dog's belly at his thrusting cock, and she talked softly to him all the while.

The little slut! Carol cried inwardly. The wanton, perverted little slut! Seducing young dogs now!

Carol was horrified. Yet, she couldn't tear her eyes from the scene in the yard. Her cunt throbbed wildly, and she couldn't keep from clamping her hand over her pussy and shaking it.

She shouldn't have done that. Sensation boiled through her body and let her know that she wasn't over the hump worth a damn yet. She groaned loudly and snatched her hands away, but she knew at the same time that the damage had already been done.

She knew she should hurry back into the house and get started on dinner or something. Anything.

But she stayed and watched Tish and gasped again and again, After another furtive glance around the yard, Tish spread her knees a little wider and put one hand between her thighs.

Her open crotch was pointed directly towards the window Carol was watching from, and there was no mistaking what took place.

Tish fondled Charger's sheath and thrusting red prick with one hand. She put her other on her abdomen, pried the top of the bikini panties away from her cunt mound, then thrust her fingers into her garment.

Carol could see everything. Tish's knuckles bumped the fabric and wriggled under it. Then they paused. A blissful expression came to her face for a moment, and Carol could nearly feel the wet silky slide of finger into hot pussy.

She shuddered strongly and watched Tish finger her cunt. She crossed her thighs tightly, but the sensation in her own body only grew stronger.

She watched Tish tip her head back with a silent moan of heat. Tish's sharp tits thrust forward under the skimpy halter as her lungs filled with a gasp of air.

Carol knew she was in trouble now. Her cunt throbbed heavily as Tish fucked her finger back and forth in her sweet little pussy, all the while pumping Charger's stiff, shiny prick.

Carol felt her own pussylips bloat and spread away from her leaking hole, and she couldn't keep from clamping her hand over her cunt and squeezing hard. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out and betraying herself.

The squeezing wasn't enough. She keened in the back of her throat and knew she was going to have to masturbate shamelessly. The cutoffs around her hips and tight ass suddenly pinched and bound at her crotch.

She unzipped them and shoved her hand into the gap and hissed with the sudden intake of breath. Her fingers curled under her crotch and held her pussy tightly. The wetness was already there, thick and slippery, oozing from her fantastically hot cunt.

She stared through the window at Tish and saw her sister slip her dainty hand from her panties. Her middle finger shone with hot pussy juice. She fondled Charger's sheath and prick and balls, then extended her wet finger towards the dog's snout.

Charger sniffed. And sniffed. He licked out with his tongue. His tail wagged once, and he danced on his hind legs again, swinging around slightly.

He lapped and licked at Tish's finger, cleaning all the cunt juice from it as if he couldn't get enough. His red prick stained back and forth, now sliding through the small circle Tish had made of her dainty fingers.

Tish smiled broadly, her lips turning up at the corners with terrible mischief. She pushed her cleaned finger back into her pussy and fucked it there several times and brought it out once again.

Charger licked and lapped eagerly. He tried to bite her finger. She chastised him until he knew that he could only lick at the good stuff, and then she laughed gleefully, hugging his neck tightly.

She cast another furtive glance around, then opened her legs a little wider. She held Charger's head in both hands and aimed his snout at her spread crotch. She tipped her pussy up and scooted her tight butt along the ground, encouraging him.

He finally got the idea. He put his head between her thighs and sniffed at her pantied cunt. There was a line of cunt juice down the center of the crotch band.

Charger didn't have to be encouraged any more. He licked and lapped and snorted at the green strip, attacking the scent and flavor there with youthful energy.

He dug his hind feet in and pushed and bowled Tish over backwards in the grass in his eagerness to get at her pussy juice. She laughed and squealed with delight, encouraging him.

Carol gasped and gasped. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. But there it was, right in front of her. Tish had seduced a young, horny dog!

"Ohhhhh, God! God!" she squeaked tightly.

Her hand was going wild in her panties now. She couldn't stop her fingers. They dug into the satiny wet grove between her bloated pussylips.

The nylon panties were soaked worse than ever. It felt as if she'd squatted in a bucket of fresh honey. She moaned repeatedly and shook her head and knew she couldn't hold out any longer.

She pushed her cutoffs to the tight undercurve just below her round asscheeks to give her hand room, then shoved her hand into her cupping panties and slipped her finger into the silky, spasming hole.

It slid all the way in, until her palm cupped her sodden cuntlips and pressed juice from their slick surfaces. Her twat sucked and pulled at her finger, imbedding it in the churning center of her body.

She came immediately. She tipped her head back and groaned loudly and shuddered from head to toe. She slumped against the wall and slid along it, nearly falling over, her finger still fucking and twisting in her writhing, drenched pussy.

"Ohhhh, God! Now, I've done it!" she cried, her voice full of dismay.

She thought of Alec immediately. Tonight… She was going there to his apartment tonight. She was going to have him fuck her silly again, even up her asshole-everywhere.

Just like a slut who couldn't stay away from his thrusting, fucking, spewing cock. And it was all Tish's fault. If Tish hadn't seduced that dog…

Chapter 6

Carol heard the rumble of the truck coming up the drive. She gasped and whirled around and knew that would have to be Harley with another load of dogs.

She snatched her hand from her panties and pulled up her cutoffs quickly, zipping them. She wiped her wet, drooling finger on the shorts. She trembled all over.

Not because Harley had nearly caught her masturbating, although that would have been shameful enough. She trembled because the one orgasm hadn't been enough. One was never enough. And she knew herself well enough to know that she was going to be an absolute mess until she got to Alec's and let him fuck her and fuck her.

Self-loathing washed through her briefly. She could see Alec's smug grin already. He was a cagey, cruel bastard after all, just the way Tish always said. He'd stayed away and hadn't called her because he was so damn sure of himself, so sure she wouldn't be able to stay away from his thrusting prick.

And he's right, Damn him!

The truck stopped. Barking sounded in the air. Harley slammed the door, and the barking paused and started up again. She went out to greet him, her legs and fingers still trembling. She didn't know what to do.

She felt so tugged and pushed and pulled and bent out of shape she didn't know how much more she could stand. Alec pulled one way, and Tish the other. Her wanton desires made her feel slutty, but they couldn't be denied. And through it all, she had to act as if nothing bothered her at all-not even the knowledge that Alec had fucked dear, darling, sweet little Tish.

She looked at Harley. She stood there and wanted to cry because it was all so impossible, so hopeless. Harley swaggered around the side of the truck in boots and Levi's and that silly cowboy hat he'd brought himself.

"Hey there, Carol!" he waved at her.

He cocked his hat on the back of his head and spat to the side and chewed on a toothpick. He put one foot on the bumper of the truck the way a real cowboy would do it and grinned at her.

"Lookee in the truck and check the passel of stock I got me," he drawled, trying for Texan and ending up barely intelligible. "Man, what a bargain!"

He grinned from ear to ear. He was pushing twenty, but he acted twelve most of the time. Something in Carol's stomach sank, because the commotion in the truck didn't sound like six Great Dane puppies. It sounded as if the county pound had been packed inside, and the first thing she could think of was the money-all the money.

Before she could ask him anything, he spun on his boot heel and opened the side door. A swarm of dogs spilled out into the gangway and ran exploringly around the side of the kennel into the fenced yard.

A river of dogs. All sexes, all ages, all colors, all kinds, purebred and mongrel and everything in between.

"Oh, Harley!" Carol cried, watching the flood of furry flesh with horror. "What have you done?"

"I bought us a passel of dogs, Sis," he grinned. "Real cheap. This guy I saw knew of another guy who was going out of business, and I took them all. Man, that's stock!" he cried gleefully. He whooped at them and slapped his hat on his pants like the dangedest cowboy around.

Carol stared at him. She said nothing. She turned around after a moment and marched towards the house. She was shaking again, but for a different reason this time.

Tish had insisted he could be trusted. With nearly the last of the money. The dollars had slipped away so fast it was dizzying, and Carol knew she should have put her foot down earlier. But she hadn't. And now she stood at the sink in the house and looked into the yard at the milling mass of dogs and nearly cried.

Alec had been right about that, too. The venture had been doomed from the start. But he'd been right for the wrong reason. There was nothing wrong with the kennel idea. It was Tish-and Harley.

Carol turned away and went to her room. She lay on her bed and indulged herself in an orgy of self-pity. Years of scrimping and hoarding, guarding the money-and for nothing. For a yardful of yapping mutts that no one would buy. She wondered if there was enough money left to feed them all for the next three months.

She stayed in her room for a long time. She could hear Tish and Harley for a while, and then just the dogs. She wondered what to do. She felt like tossing in the towel and giving up on them and letting her brother and sister make their own ways to hell.

Should she crawl to Alec and beg for his help? Should she just crawl away period? Was there a rich man around as stupid as Harley who would buy them out?

The sun was gone when she got off her bed finally. She had decided nothing-only to try to talk sense to Tish and Harley and try to make them understand the gravity of their situation.

She went down the hallway and stopped in front of Tish's door. She heard a strange moan from the other side of it. She paused and listened again, Harley laughed at the TV downstairs, and she knew he was planted there in front of it for the rest of the night, wearing his goddamn hat.

"Ohhhhh, that's right, baby, that right," Tish moaned softly from behind the door.

Carol flushed. The slut had one of her boy friends in there again, and they were fucking!

She turned away in disgust, then pause and listened again. The sounds brought her mind back to her own pussy, her own need, and her cunt began to pulse and suck inward again, all along its silky, wet channel.

"Mmmm, lick it, honey-lick my pussy!" Tish whispered softly, moaning again. "Ohhhh, like that, baby. Yes! Oh, yes, darling! Mmmm, you're going to make me come! Ohhh, yes, yes! Harder! Deeper! Sink your tongue… Oh! Oh, I'm coming! Charger, I'm coming! Eeeeeeee!"

Carol listened to the sucking sounds, the moaning, the thrashing around. Her scalp tingled, and her cunt throbbed deeply.

Charger!

It can't be really happening!

She sucked in her breath. She heard Tish moan again and again, There was the click of canine nails against the wooden floor, a quiet, whimpering sound.

Carol put her hand on the doorknob and held her breath and felt her heart hammer in her chest. She had to know!

She eased the door open a crack and put her eyes to it. The sounds were louder. Tish kept gasping. There was a wet, slurping sound. Carol couldn't see anything but the dresser in the corner of the room.

She held her breath and opened the door wider and wider until she saw them. Tish sat in her chair, naked, her butt resting on the edge of the seat, her legs spread wide.

She fondled and squeezed and rolled her swollen tits in her dainty hands. Her pussy tipped up and down, rocking and shuddering with each gasp from her slack, heated lips.

Charger stood between her legs, his muzzle buried between her spread thighs. He licked constantly at her flowing, orgasming pussy, his long tongue drilling into her cunt hole, slurping out the honeyed juice he'd developed a taste for.

Carol choked with an audible sound. Tish heard it. She opened her eyes and turned her lovely, mischievous face. She looked right at Carol. She pursed her pretty lips and moaned and then shuddered with another orgasm, her slim body twisting and shaking in the chair.

"Oohhhh, Carol! He's making me come again! Ohhhh, God, what a wonderful cunt-sucker! God! Oh, God! Come on in and close the door! Ohhh, honey, you'll love it!"

Carol watched her young sister drum her feet softly on the floor as her body wrenched with spasms of bliss. She didn't know why she obeyed Tish. It should have been the other way around. She was older; she'd been the parent for all these years. But again, as with too many other times, she did what Tish told her to.

She stepped into the room and closed the door. Charger stopped licking Tish's pussy long enough to glance up and run his long tongue over his chops. He danced excitedly between Tish's legs, clicking his toenails on the floor, then snuffed back against the wet, pink, shaking meat of Tish's pussy.

Carol stood and watched, her eyes wide. She saw the long, flat tongue lick up and down the silky gash. She watched it push the puffy lips aside to get at the core of Tish's horny cunt.

She watched it bathe the strawberry pubes on her sister's twat, lick over her mound, along the soft, inner surfaces of her thighs. Then she shivered with vicarious sensation when it massaged the straining, erect clit at the top of Tish's swollen slit.

"Ohhh, baby, that's enough!" Tish cried weakly. "That's all I can take right now! God, Carol! Four times! Ohhhh, I didn't know I could come four times at once like that! Nobody's ever made me come four times at once before-ever!"

She pushed at Charger's head. The dog didn't want to stop licking. He lapped at her thighs and wrists and hands and charged back between her thighs at every opportunity.

"Carol, help!" Tish laughed. "Get him away, honey!"

Obediently, Carol reached down for Charger. His head whipped around, and his tongue lapped over her face. He whimpered and danced excitedly.

Carol straightened up. She caught the aroma of Tish's cunt juice from the wet streak Charger had left on her face. It was a heady scent. The whole scene was intoxicating. Then, when Charger pushed his snout between her thighs and lapped there at her cutoffs and damp panties underneath, it became downright inebriating.

"Oh, God," she whispered, feeling her cunt throb and pulse and come totally alive again.

"He wants to lick your cunt, Carol," Tish said, a mischievous little smile playing at her lips. "Take off your shorts and lie on the bed and let him eat you out, honey. I promise you, it's the best job you've ever had done on your hot pussy!"

"No… no, I… God, Tish, how could you!"

Tish rose from the chair. Her pointed tits thrust forward and swung tightly on her chest. She approached her older sister, reached out, and put her hands on Carol's hips, standing very close.

"Come on Carol. You've got to be needing it real bad by now. You haven't let Alec fuck his cummy cock in you for nearly a month."

"Shut up! Shut up, you little slut!"

"Baby, you've got to be starving for a big come," Tish went on, ignoring Carol's outburst. She smoothed her dainty hands over Carol's hips and around to her tight buttcheeks, filling her body with terrible sensation.

"Tish, stop!" Carol choked. "Damn you, stop!" It was a watery kind of protest. It made Tish grin even more.

She kneaded the firm flesh of her sister's ass and pushed her naked tits against Carol's blouse. Her green eyes twinkled with lust and mischief.

"Let Charger lick it, Carol," she urged. "He loves licking wet pussy. All you have to do is lie back and let him drink all the honey running out of your wet, flowing pussy. And you'll love it, I promise. You'll come and come, just like I did. Four times, sweetie, and I didn't even have to wiggle."

Carol stammered. She gasped constantly. She couldn't have said anything intelligible if her life had depended on it.

She looked at Charger. She looked at her hot, sexy little sister. She felt her cunt spasm and writhe and send a fresh flood of juice into her panties.

"Ohhhh, God…" she groaned helplessly.

Chapter 7

She let Tish lead her with an arm about her waist, her legs feeling stiff and rubbery at the same time. Her mouth was partially open and slack-lipped. She turned around dutifully when they reached Tish's bed.

Tish pushed close to her and ran her dainty hands up and down Carol's thighs, feeling her, teasing her even more, heating her.

"Ohhhh, Tish, what're you doing!" Carol moaned, watching the hands stroke sensation through her thighs and ass. "Tish, you're a girl. You shouldn't be feeling me up that way. You're my sister! Ohhh, stop playing with my pussy like that, Tish!"

Tish's hands were gentle and dainty, her fingers were nimble and terribly exciting-shamefully exciting, the way they teased around the edges of Carol's shorts and pinched at her swollen cunt lips underneath the fabric.

"Come on, honey," Tish said softly. "Let's slip out of these. Charger can't lick your pussy through these shorts. He likes bare, pink, wet flesh to run his wonderful tongue over and into."

Carol stood there and let Tish undo the fastening of her shorts. She felt strangely powerless, disturbingly helpless, fully at the mercy of her sister's touch and her own body's violent craving for sexual release.

She looked at Tish's pointed tits swinging and jiggling right before her eyes, and she saw the excitingly spiked nipples. Her own were that spiked, that rubbery and red-maybe even more. She knew it. She could feel them punching against her thin blouse.

She glanced down at Tish's strawberry-downed cunt and saw the gleam of juice on the puffy twat lips and inner thighs, and she knew her own were twice as wet and slick.

Tish's nimble fingers spread the cutoffs wide and hooked into the material and pushed down. Carol stood helplessly and let her young sister undress her. It was a strange reversal of roles. She remembered the time she had undressed Tish when she was a little girl.

The shorts and panties rolled over her round, tight asscheeks. The pulled stickily away from her drenched puffy gash, and slid down her thighs. They fell into a damp puddle on the floor at her feet, and then she felt Tish's eyes eagerly staring at her naked, soaking pussy.

"Mmmmm, Carol-your cunt's so wet! Ohhhh, I knew you were ready for a big one. Charger-here, darling. Look what Carol's got waiting for you to lick up, you sweet boy."

"No…" Carol choked. But she couldn't resist Tish's determined push against her chest and boobs.

She went onto her rump on the bed, sitting there in a daze. She looked at Charger's lolling tongue and the brightness of his eyes, and she shuddered with a sudden thrill of expectation.

"Ohhhh…" she groaned. "Tish, stop. Tish, don't. This is terrible. This is perverted. Ohhh, you little slut, stop!"

Tish didn't stop. She laughed softly. She hooked her fingers in the hem of Carol's blouse and leaned over, her own tits swinging tautly on her chest.

"Come on, sweetie. Off with the blouse, too. When Charger's long, wonderful tongue drills into your squirming pussy hole, you're going to want to play with your tits over and over, and you can't do that right with this blouse on."

She lifted, stripping the garment from Carol's body. Her round tits caught in the material and pulled upward and then bobbed back into place, the nipples spearing from the firm ends.

"Ohhhh, this is terrible!" Carol groaned, lifting her arms over her head, letting Tish make her completely naked.

"Terrible, hell," Tish whispered softly, "Mmm, I'd forgotten how big and round your tits are."

She put her dainty hands on them and squeezed the firm jugs and rolled them over Carol's chest. Carol stared with wide eyes, watching Tish's nipples stretch outward a little more with excitement.

"You like playing with my tits!" she gasped, making it sound like a shameful thing.

Tish looked at her strangely. "Come on, Carol," she said. "When are you going to stop being such a prude! You're missing half your life by not living it. If it feels good to have me play with your big tits, then lie back and enjoy it."

"No! No…" Carol gasped, trying to reach up and push Tish's hands away. Her arms seemed very sluggish, nearly useless. She wanted to make Tish stop. She wanted not to do this-really, she didn't…

"Come on, Charger!" Tish called quickly. "Eat her cunt out and make her blow her puritanical mind! Come on, sweet doggie. Eat big sister’s pussy all up!"

Tish pulled the dog forward between Carol's thighs. His tongue shot out and lapped furiously at the draining mouth of her silky cunt.

"Yaaaaah!" Carol cried, screaming with the sensation.

Charger snuffed and blew against her pussy. His tongue washed over her bloated twat lips and milked more juice from them. He sank the long, lapping organ between then and past the muscular ring of her spasming, silky cunt mouth, running it deep into her writhing hole.

"Ohhhh, God! God!" Carol cried.

She fell onto her back on the bed and grabbed her round tits in her hands and came immediately her knees shooting up and wide apart.

She squeezed her tits and rolled her hips on the bed and hunched her snatch up and down, letting the writhing tongue fuck her horny cunt into a second explosion.

"Ahhhhhhhgh!" she screamed, one cry blending into the first, the spasms ripping through her starved cunt one after the other without pause.

"Tish! Tish! Make him stop! Don't get me turned on! God, don't get me started, Tish! I can't stop! OHHHH! AAAAAGH!"

Carol thrashed on the bed, bouncing up and down. Her thighs scissored and squeezed, and her cuntlips sucked around the long wet tongue plunging between them and eating her pussy out.

Tish looked at her older sister quizzically. Was all that one hard come? Or had she come twice already?

She grinned slowly. She put her hand to her sparsely furred cunt mound and swirled her fingers over it. She spread her pussy lips with her middle one and made her own juices flow again.

"Darling, you're really already turned on," she said gently. "Oooo, look at him go, Carol! You should see the way Charger's tongue is drilling into your sweet pussy! You must taste better to him than my cunt did. My God, look at him!"

"Ohhhh, I don't have to look, you little brat! I can feel him! Oh, make him stop, Tish! Before it's too late."

It was a ridiculous request. It was already too late by far. Besides, all she had to do was reach down and push Charger's head away and pull her panties up and walk out of the room, if she really wanted to end it.

But the dog's tongue was long and thrilling. It moved and twirled constantly in her eager cunt. It spread into her eager hole and stretched her pussy walls and lapped up all the juice that flowed from them.

Carol couldn't help the way her hips switched and churned on the bed, the way her crotch rocked up and down and made her pussy rotate about Charger's licking, thrusting tongue.

She mauled her hard, swollen tits with her hands, then reached down and touched the sleek head between her thighs.

She couldn't muster the will to push him away. His tongue lapped and lapped at her snatch as if it would never stop. It was heaven. She had to admit it. He was driving her pent-up pussy wild.

Her fingers slid from his head and muzzle. She heard the constant slurping sound of his tongue on her wet, silky cunt tissues as he licked every surface of her pussy and drilled in for more. She groaned and spread her thighs wider for him, even holding her cuntlips apart with the tips of her fingers.

She bared her quivering hole totally. Her pelvis rocked up and down, and her pussy shuddered. Charger's long tongue stabbed into her hole and squirreled away in there, and she nearly mashed her puffy pussylips flat with her spreading fingers.

"Ohhhhh, Tish! Take him away!" she cried, tossing her head back and forth in obvious bliss. "I don't want him to lick my cunt! Ohhh, I don't want to be sucked out by a damn dog! Tish! Tish! I'm going to come! Ahhhhgh! I'm coming again!"

Her cunt spasmed and flapped wildly. Her breath rushed from her lungs and burst through her lips in a long groan of orgasm.

She twisted and writhed and clamped her hand around Charger's head and held his snout directly against her satiny, quivering meat. Charger snorted and blew into her hole as if he were trying to inflate her ballooning quim. Carol screamed again and nearly fainted.

"Carol!" Tish cried with surprise. "You're coming again! Already, Carol? Ohhhh, you were hot!"

"Damn you, damn you," Carol moaned after a long moment, her voice quavering and weak. "Why'd you get me started? Why?"

She squeezed her thighs together and forced Charger to withdraw. He licked his chops and whimpered and whipped his head back and forth from one to the other of them. He pawed at Carol's thigh, trying to get at more of that wild cunt juice.

Taking advantage of the break. Carol clamped her hand over her pussy. But she couldn't keep it still there. She writhed and moaned and shook her hand up and down, masturbating openly, unable to keep herself from doing it, from scaling that peak and going off in ecstasy again and again and again…

Chapter 8

Carol just didn't care if Tish saw her finger-fucking her cunt or not. She was just too hot to care. The flames had been ignited and were now roaring uncontrolled through her body, and anything was liable to happen.

"Oh, honey," Tish said gently, watching her sister shudder and writhe. "You're on fire! Carol, I had no idea you were like this. You've always seemed so restrained and-prudish."

Carol glared at her. At least, she tried to glare. Her eyes were hooded with passion, and her full lower lip sucked inward with gasps of heat. It was difficult to masturbate to the edge of another orgasm and glare at the same time.

"Is that why you fucked all my boy friends, you little slut. Because you though I was too prudish to give them the fucking they wanted?"

"Carol, honey!" Tish cried innocently. "I didn't fuck them. They fucked me! Can I help it if they put the make on me? I'm not a big strong girl, Carol. I couldn't fight them off, could I?"

"Don't give me that, Tish. You did it on purpose. I know you did. You wanted to take them away from me. At least to ruin them for me. Even Alec, damn you."

"I couldn't help it, Carol," Tish said again.

"You hot-cunted little slut-why! I didn't ask to be boss over you and Harley. I didn't ask for Mom and Dad to be killed. I've done the best I could with both of you, so why don't you thank me instead of seducing all my boy friends and leaving me like this!"

She let out a choking sound. Her head still sawed and slopped over her wet, flowing pussy. Charger was persistently trying to get his long tongue back on her cunt, and he slurped over her fingers and thighs as she masturbated and covered her cunt with her hand.

She nearly spread her pussy open to the dog again. She moaned and turned her head to the side and was able to refrain from it.

Tish came to the bed and sat on it, watching the play of fingers on pussy. Her tits jiggled firmly with the rocking motion of the shaking bed.

"Carol. I'm sorry," she said softly. "I wasn't trying to be mean to you. Really, I wasn't. Let's be friends, Carol. Let's finally be friends, instead of bossy sister and little brat. Please?"

She watched Carol continue masturbating and knew she was approaching another orgasm. It excited her. She opened her legs and put her fingers over her strawberry twat and started diddling herself.

"Mmmm, you're getting me hot again just watching you, Carol," she said heatedly. "Move over, and we'll lie here and flick off together. Mmmm, why didn't we do this when we were kids? It's kind of exciting a little kinky."

Her fingers curled under her crotch. One of the slipped deeply into her hole, and juice started to trickle down her knuckle. She lay back with her legs dangling over the rocking bed and her small twat weaving under here hand, the side of her hip brushing warmly against her sister's.

Her butt rolled, and her tits jutted from her chest, pointing towards the ceiling. Her nipples grew redder and stiffer with her increasing heat.

Carol couldn't help looking over at Tish. She watched the nimble fingers roll over the bloated little pussylips and fuck between then into the small gash. She stared at the little twat and wondered how Tish could take so many big pricks into it. Was her pussy as tight and small as it looked from the outside, or was it loose and stretchy and accommodating?

While she was wondering, Charge gave up on her and pranced sideways, bulling his way between Tish's spread thighs. He whined and shoved his muzzle into her crotch and pushed her hand out of the way, licking and licking.

"Oooo, yes, darling, yes! Lick my pussy again! God, to hell with masturbating! Lick me out! Clean my cunt of every luscious drop of honey, you wonderful dog!"

Carol watched and gasped. She rose up and bent to the side and fairly hovered over Tish's churning pussy, watching the long tongue snake between the puffy cuntlips and swirl into the tiny hole.

It washed over Tish's thin-haired snatch petals and massaged then thoroughly. The pubes were so thin and light they might as well not have curled from her cunt, because they his nothing.

The stiff little clit throbbed and shot rigidly from its hooded sheath, straining upward from the top of Tish's gash towards Charger's busy, ceaseless tongue.

Tish moaned loudly, tossing her head back and forth. She played with her tits, pulling then to sharp points. Her hips rolled and bucked, and it was clear she was going to come.

Carol couldn't keep her own hands still. She watched Charger's broad tongue spread the small cunt hole and dart inside again, and she could remember to clearly how wonderful that had felt in her own pussy.

She masturbated faster and faster and knew another climax was about to seep through her body. It came while she watched Tish thrash and twist. But she compressed her lips tightly and didn't make a sound, rocking and shivering silently.

Until the last.

Then she bellowed and twisted away and fairly tore as her cunt at the same moment Tish squealed and groaned and came furiously, giving Charger another gush of warm, wet honey from the depths of her silky cunt.

"Eeee, Carol! He made me come again! God, it's wonderful! Wonderful! Are you coming, too? Ohhhh, you are, honey, you are!"

Tish twisted away from Charger. She half sat up and looked over at her older sister, watching her come and hunch her twat furiously into her hand.

Carol's thighs clamped tightly around her cupping palm and scissored up and down. She rocked from one hip to the other on her tight, round ass. Her tits ballooned and shook on her chest, the hard nipples punching from the ends.

"Oh, God!" she cried tightly. "There's still more in there! Damn you, Tish-there's still more!"

"Oh, honey…" Tish started.

She reached out with her hand. It hovered over Carol's cunt mound. She wasn't sure what to do with it. She put it on a round, full tit and immediately felt the difference in feel from her own.

"Tish!" Carol gasped.

"Carol, do you want me to help you? Honey, I will! I've never done it with another girl, but I will for my own sister!"

"God, no…"

Tish moved her head swiftly to Carol's hip, then darted it to her sodden pussy. Her fingers curled around Carol's twat and cupped it tightly.

"Ohhhhhh, don't!" Carol moaned, clamping her thighs together, inadvertently trapping her sister's hand there.

Carol tried to roll away to her side. Tish had to follow her imprisoned arm, and she rolled so that her stomach was over Carol's hip and her tits pointed into Carol's side.

Carol felt the sharp boobs against her, the light scratch of strawberry pubes against her buttcheek and hip. Then Tish shifted to her knees, and the tits pillowed against the side of her face softly.

In the confusion, Charger kept trying to lick between Tish's legs. When she stood on her knees on the bed over Carol's body and made her round, tight rump stick up, in the air. Charger jumped up on the bed behind her and stuffed his nose into the deep crack of her ass, licking and licking under her pussy.

"Ooooo! Eeeeeeee!" Tish cried, swishing her butt. "He's eating me alive, Carol! Ohhhh, God what a dog!"

She braced her knees wide apart and let him have full access to her crotch. His tongue washed over her cuntlips and drilled into her pussy hole and lapped up and down over her buns, pausing to taste the new flavor of her puckered, quivering asshole.

Tish squealed again and managed to look under her body, between her tits and spread thighs. She saw Charger's tongue lapping at her cunt. And then she saw his red, shiny prick straining from its furry sheath.

Tish gasped. Her pussy writhed inside. A devilish thought swept through her mischievous little mind. She wiggled the fingers that were still trapped between her sister's thighs and felt one of them slip into the wet, sucking maw of Carol's cunt.

"Ohhhh, Tish! Don't finger-fuck me! Ohhhh, take it out, Tish! That's perverted!"

Tish quickened her stroke. She managed to slip her fingers through the slick wetness and find Carol's clit. She rubbed it back and forth and heard Carol gasp with undeniable heat.

"Ohhhh, God, Tish! Ohhhh, don't do that! Ohhh…"

Carol's mind spun for a moment. It was going to happen again. Tish had her now. The finger in her pussy could be fought against. The one buzzing electric fire through her clit couldn't.

Her thighs relaxed and opened gradually, giving Tish access to her inflamed crotch. She moaned over and over again and didn't resist when she felt Tish rolling her over onto her stomach and lifting her ass up in the air.

It was degrading, shameful-perverted. But Carol didn't care any more. She braced her knees wide on the bed and pushed her cheek against the pillow and felt her tits swing under her angled chest.

Tish's hands swept along the surfaces of her inner thighs and massaged her draining cuntlips and twirled her burning slit, and all Carol could do was thrust her ass higher into the air and moan into the pillow.

Her ass shook and quivered. She knew Tish was looking into the deep crack between her shaking buns, and she didn't care. She felt her asshole pulse in and out, and she remembered the feel of Alec's big prick in it. That made it pulse more and sent another surge of tingling through her inflamed body.

Charger was on the bed. She knew that. She could hear his wonderful tongue slurping and lapping at Tish's crotch. She weaved her ass and sucked in her breath and waited for the crushing orgasm that was so near to sweep over her.

One of Tish's hands left her rump. The bed jiggled a little. Charger made a growling sound, then a whimper. Carol managed to lift her head enough to look back.

"Oh, God!" she squeaked. "Tish, no!"

Tish was doing it again. Just the way she had out in the yard. She had her hand under Charger's belly, and she had her dainty fingers wrapped around his slippery, pointed, scarlet cock!

"Up, boy. Up!" Tish ordered him, her voice gentle but firm.

"Nooo!" Carol wailed quavering. "Not a dog! Don't make a dog fuck me, Tish!"

"HUH?"

"You'll love it, Carol. You've got more in there, you said. Well, poor Charger's prick is swollen full! Come on, fella-up! Let's pop that red, red cherry of your in Carol's pretty and became a man!"

Carol sucked in her breath over and over. She stared in horror and fascination combined. She tried to move away, but she couldn't. Every time she thought she had the will to, Tish's fingertip swept over her clit and made her shudder.

Charger sniffed at her crotch. He licked between her asscheeks, his tongue wet and burning hot. The tip of his pointed cock pulsed and swelled with each movement of Tish's fingers on it. There was something nearly obscene and Godlike in the way Tish was brining the two of them together so inevitably, just by tiny manipulations of her fingers.

Chapter 9

Carol closed her eyes. She couldn't watch any more. It was going to happen and there was no more resistance in her, no more fighting.

It seemed an appropriate culmination to the last seven years of her life, somehow-the devious end toward which Tish had been guiding her so cleverly all this time.

Tish had overshadowed her despite the fact the she was nearly eight years younger. She had seduced all her boy friends and fucked then and ruined whatever had been good with them.

Tish had been the boss, really. Not by age or sense or experience or legal sanction after their parents had been killed. She'd been boss in a subtler, more basic sense.

Somehow, whatever Tish had ordered, Carol had done. Eventually. Maybe after a show of protest, a time of clever manipulation during which Tish's idea had been subtly transformed into her own. But it had happened-just as with the dog kennel.

Even with Alec. Tish had told her to drop Alec. She had given the reasons. Carol had fought then, defying her. But Carol had dropped him all the same, and the reasons seemed almost all her own.

Now, Tish was telling her to spread her asscheeks and brace her knees wide. To open her watering cunt so that a dog could fuck it.

And Carol was poised. Ass upthrust, body quivering, orgasm just a few strokes away from completion and mind-fogging bliss.

Perhaps it was to be the end of old struggles, the beginning of a new way of life for her-one without men who could be seduced away from her by hot-pussied, evil little Tish.

Carol's throat closed up with a choking sound, a small sound that was half-anguish, half-joy over her new fate.

She felt her cunt flaps bloat impossibly and spread completely open. Her pussy mouth pulsed and sucked audibly, and her whole channel seemed to stretch lengthwise, going deeper towards her womb in preparation to receiving the animal cock into her body.

"Up, boy, up," Tish kept saying, urging Charger.

Her hands swept over Carol's pussy again and again. They pried her asscheeks apart. They lifted Charger's forepaws to Carol's butt in an effort to get him to mount her.

The fur was warm and strange against her flesh. His dewclaws scraped the rounded sides of her rump, his panting was harsh and animalistic and primitive, and there was a strange kind of thrill in hearing it.

Then he was on her ass, staying there, whimpering and whining at Tish's words of praise and encouragement. Charger's forepaws wrapped with an agility that was astonishingly human around the sides of her hips.

He danced on his hind legs on the bed, positioning himself in this instinctive posture. Hot saliva dripped from his tongue to the small of her back.

And then she felt the blazing, pointed, slippery tip of his fiery cock probe her buttcheek.

"Oh, God!" she cried sharply.

Tish's hand was there, too, stroking up and down the scarlet prick, aiming it, urging it forward. She pushed on his rump to get him lower and pushed upward on Carol's cunt to get it higher to align them.

"Tip your ass, Carol-up! Come on, quit being difficult. You know you can't wait to feel this hard prick in your hot pussy. God, it's so stiff! There's a big knot in it that's going to stick in your pussy and make you both fuck and fuck forever!"

"Ohhhhh, God…" Carol moaned.

She had to obey. She tipped her ass up, arching her spine more. She lifted her cheek from the bed and wagged her head back and forth and made mooing sounds. She felt her tits drag across the sheet and burn fire into her nipples.

She felt Tish's finger whip over her slit every now and them, deviously and calculatedly keeping her aflame and unable to move away from this degrading, bestial act.

The pointed tip probed and punched into her firm butt flesh. It nagged for an indescribable moment in her asshole and plucked the rubbery ring into constant vibration.

"Ohhhh," she moaned. It was a mindless kind of sound. She made it ceaselessly.

Charger's prick touched the puffy, slick inner surface of her cunt lip. Tish must have had her face directly there to see it, for she let out a heated sound, then pushed hard on Charger's ass.

He growled loudly. His prick shot straight into Carol's watering, squirming cunt. She yelled and bucked and came immediately.

"He's fucking me! Ahhhhhhgh!"

She said more. She didn't know what she was saying. The prick ran into her pussy, big knot and all, bumping and sliding past her cunt mouth, sinking deep into her sucking hole.

Her pussy spasmed harshly around the stiff, bone-hard cock, sucking and pulling. She felt Charger's paws wrap tightly about her waist and pull, and then his bucking, hunching, fucking belly mashed against her butt, surrounding it with warm fur.

"He's doing it, Carol!" Tish cried. "His cock's all the way in! Part of his sheath, too! Ohhhhh, God-what does it feel like!"

"Ahhhhhgh!" Carol cried again, coming a second time, before the first spasms had even died away.

She wrenched hard to the side, whipping her ass. A man's cock would have slipped out of her pussy. Charger's prick was stuck there. Her motion made him dance to the side and grip her waist more tightly.

He growled and hunched rapidly against her ass, driving his prick home into her sucking, pulsing channel. His prick bucked and spewed, and Carol felt the hot stream of dog sperm shoot into her cunt through the pointed tip, hosing towards her womb.

"Yaaaaah!" she cried tightly, her head jerking up. "He's coming in me, Tish! I can feel it. He's pumping me full! Oh, god! God!"

"Ohhhh, Jesus, it's exciting, Carol!" Tish cried.

She sat on her butt and flung her knees wide. Her pussy opened up before Carol's eyes. Tish put her hand to it and masturbated rapidly, her fingers slopping through the drenched red meat in a fit of heated lust.

"Ohhhh, look! He's still trying to fuck you, Carol! Get her, boy! Oh, Charger, you wonderful doggie!"

"Tish! Tish!" Carol cried.

She didn't know why she was calling her younger sister, there was no way to say what she felt. She wasn't even certain what it was she felt just then.

The hard prick jacked in and out of her cunt. The big knot rippled and thudded over the convolutions of her twat walls, and each vibration sent a new surge of sensation pulsing through her inflamed body.

Tish lay half on her side and half on her back and stared fixedly at the junction of Carol's pussy and Charger's scarlet prick. She masturbated her own little twat with one hand and cupped one of her sister's dangling tits with the other.

Carol lifted her head. She looked directly into Tish's green eyes, moaning again and switching her ass back and forth, feeling the way Charger's stiff, bone-hard prick stabbed into one pussy wall and then the other.

"Tish…" she groaned again.

She gasped. Her lips pursed. Her eyes rolled in their sockets and became hooded. Her nostrils flared once, and her lips welled and became slack.

"Ohhhh, Tish…"

"Carol? Are you going to? Oh, your face! It looks so-hot! Are you going to come again?"

"Yes…"

"What does it feel like, Carol? Is he a good fuck?"

"Good… good…" Carol moaned mindlessly, beginning to wag her head in time with her ass.

Tish stared. Carol didn't care. Charger's prick fucked in and out of her pussy, and his furry belly felt good against the firm meat of her ass.

He tossed his muzzle and panted harshly. His tongue lolled and licked at the air as his sturdy haunches vibrated with the pumping motion and the intermittent shifting of his position.

Then he growled and whimpered again, and his jaws rattled when he stopped licking the air and gripped Carol's hips tightly between his forepaws.

"He's coming again, Carol!" Tish cried.

She dipped her head, looking under Carol's body, between her dangling tits. She saw the rapid pistoning of the scarlet cock into the dripping fluttering pussy hole, and she gasped nearly at the same time Carol did.

"Ah!" Carol cried sharply. "It's swelling in my pussy! His cock is like a balloon! Ohhhh, that knot! It's pulling my cunt walls out and pushing them back in again! Ohhh, Tish-Tish!"

"Oh, God!" Tish cried softly, staring and staring, afraid to blink for fear of missing a twitch or a throb.

She missed none of it. Charger's black balls moved up and compacted and began pumping. His scarlet cock shot all the way forward from its sheath and punched deeply into Carol's throbbing hole.

The dripping cunt mouth sucked and spasmed around the red shaft, pulling it deeper and making it buck and spurt.

"Yaaaaagh!" Carol shouted throatily, shaking her head back and forth, aware that her sister was peering intently at every muscular spasm of her climaxing body.

The hot sperm hosed into her cunt again, jetting and spewing, filling her tunnel, mixing with her copious flow of honey until she was so full of juice it spurted out backward and dripped from her bloated fluttering cuntlips onto the bed.

"Oh, Go, you're dripping, Carol!" Tish cried. "Ohhhh, I'm going to come, too!"

She whipped her hand over her snatch, swirling and slopping through her seeping juices. Her body arched and shook, and a small cry tore from her throat.

"No-no!" she groaned, snatching her hands away from her throbbing clit at the last moment. "I want Charger to fuck me! Ohhhh, baby, come fuck me!"

She shifted quickly and hugged Charger's neck. Her sharp tits pressed tightly against Carol's shuddering butt, and her hips weaved and wouldn't stay still as juice trickled from her tight little pussy hole along her inner thigh.

"Quit fucking him, Carol. It's my turn!"

"Ohhhh, don't pull him like that, Tish!" Carol cried sharply. "His cock's stuck in my pussy! Ahhhh, it hurts!"

Tish didn't care. She pulled at Charger's ass anyway. He growled and whimpered and swung his muzzle around as if to bite her. He didn't. Tish didn't know if his cock were being stretched painfully or if he just didn't want to stop fucking yet. She pulled harder.

"Ah!" Carol gasped.

Charger's prick popped from her cunt, red and wet and swollen hugely. He licked her ass ands tried to mount her again, but Tish wrestled with him, pointing his nose at her own twat.

"Here, Charger-here! Here's my pussy, honey! You can fuck it! You don't have to quit fucking!"

She switched around again and shoved her ass in his face. He whimpered and licked it. He tasted her pussy juice and licked again. Tish urged him to mount her.

Charger looked at Carol's weaving butt and then at Tish's. He howled with excitement and jumped up on Tish's hips, his hind legs dancing on the bed, his red cock spearing forward.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me!" Tish cried. "Carol, help him stick his cock in!"

Chapter 10

Carol gasped and shuddered out the last of her orgasm. Her cunt throbbed with a mixture of pain and excitement from the way the dog's prick had threatened to pull her inside out.

She felt his hot cum draining from her gash and running down the inside of her thigh. She looked at the dog, perched on Tish's tight little ass, and she visualized the way she must have looked with him fucking up against her.

The image made her groan and shiver. She felt shame. And an incredible moment of unreality, as if all this were a screwy dream of some kind.

She also felt lust.

She watched Charger hump and hunch against Tish's ass. He tossed his muzzle and licked at the air, then gave a well-centered lunge and stabbed his knotted cock all the way into Tish's squirming cunt and pressed up tight, fucking her fully.

"Ahhhhhgh!" Tish cried. "He's doing it! He fucking me! Ohhh, what a nice cock, Carol! It's as good as-as good as-EEEEEE!"

Tish opened her mouth and bleated. Her tight little tits swelled firmly on her chest and seemed to pulsate along with the rest of her shuddering body.

Charger growled and came in her quivering cunt, his pointed prick spurting and shooting again.

Carol watched them shudder together and knew exactly what Tish was feeling. She couldn't keep her hand from her own twat, and she masturbated to a smashing climax almost immediately, so that the three of them tossed and shuddered and churned on the bed at once.

"Oh, God… oh, God…" Tish moaned, over and over.

Charger didn't want to quit fucking her. This was something new for him, and it was clear he enjoyed it. He humped and humped against her little ass, and Tish let him, moaning and weaving, enjoying the feel of his plunging cock in her horny cunt.

"Ohhhh, it's a nice prick, Carol," she gasped. "Mmmm, I could stand to have Charger fuck me all night long. He's better than some men I've fucked, don't you think?"

Carol looked at her young sister with a kind of horror. Her mouth opened. Then a rasping sound came out, breathy and absolutely shameful.

"Yes!" she choked.

"Oh, hell," Tish moaned, seeming not to have heard, just weaving her ass up against Charger's belly, dipping up and down, letting him fuck and fuck her hot snatch. "I wish I hadn't let him lick me off so many times. I could come again. Man, could I come again!"

"Do it-do it," Carol whispered huskily, her voice sounding as if it were coming from a long way off. "Come again, Tish. Fuck the dog until you come again!"

She reached out, putting her hand on Charger's flank and smoothing her fur. His head tossed, and his tongue lapped at her face with a wet kiss.

Carol scooted closer. She watched his big black balls swing under his belly. She watched his prick plunge in and out of her sister's cunt. She felt a lustful stirring in her pussy again. She even smoothed her palm over Tish's tight-fleshed rump, petting it and looking at it as if it were something she'd grown very fond of.

A strange thought began screwing through her mind. It hit her wrong at first, and then she got more and more used to it, and it seemed all right.

She didn't mind a bit that Charger was fucking Tish. He'd fucked her, and she had come. Now he was fucking Tish. But Carol didn't feel the slightest bit of jealously.

She let out a small sob suddenly. God, she wished she could feel the same way about men-about Alec! No jealously. Let him fuck Tish. Let him plunge his cock into her pussy, into her asshole. Let him come and come in her young little body-so what!

She tried. She squeezed her eyes shut and really tried to forgive him, to feel nothing.

But it didn't work.

Alec wasn't a dog. Alec was the man she loved-had loved. Now he was a fucking bastard, just like all the rest of them, ready to slip his dick into the first hot pussy that spread open for him.

"Oh, Charger!" she cried softly, hugging the dog's rump, pressing her cheek up against his fur, then her soft lips.

She fondled his swinging balls lovingly. He continued to fuck in and out of Tish's box. She didn't care.

"Come in her, darling-come!"

Charger growled. Tish gasped.

"It's swelling up inside my cunt, Carol! Ohhhh, what a big pointed cock! Oh, he going to come in me again! What are you doing to him? Keep doing it! Keep… Oh, Christ. I'm going to come again! Again! I can't believe it!"

"Yes, yes! Come! Come!" Carol cried.

She watched. She felt. The balls in her palms compacted and shivered. The furry haunches made rabbity plunges, and then Charger growled out another orgasm, making Tish squeal through one of her own.

It was a hard come for her. She seemed to shrivel up under the force of it. Her tits spiked incredibly and stabbed into the bed. Her body thrashed and spasmed sideways, yanking her ass from under Charger's belly.

His red prick throbbed in the air, and a spurt of dog-cum jetted from the pointed tip and spattered against the rounded side of Tish's hip and ran down.

Tish lay on her side and moaned and thrashed until her orgasm was over. Carol reached out and touched the wet streak with the tip of her finger. She smelled the heady scent. She put her finger between her parted pussylips and slipped it into her cunt, swirling it around, transferring the drop of dog-cum from her finger to her sodden cunt walls. She moaned softly and closed her eyes again.

She had a new lover…

Tish sat up suddenly, cocking her head curiously. "Listen!" She glanced towards the window, now dark with night. "Carol, listen!"

Carol opened her eyes slowly, dreamily. She looked at Tish and saw the attentive expression on her face. Then she glanced towards the window too.

The noise came to her faintly-the barking and yapping of the dogs in the kennel.

"Somebody's out there, Carol!" Tish cried with alarm.

She jumped off the bed, tits bobbing, wet snatch draining sperm down the insides of her thighs. She wet to the window and looked out but couldn't see anything because of the darkness outside and the strong light inside the room.

She turned around, still standing naked in the window, and looked at Carol. "We'd better see who it is, Carol! They might be trying to steal our dogs or poison them or something!"

"It's probably just Harley, Tish," Carol said quietly.

"Oh, crap! You know he won't leave that TV set until everything's off the air. Come on! Get dressed!"

She snatched up her panties and lifted one trim leg and then the other, stepping into them hurriedly. Carol watched her thin-haired pussy spread apart and close again, the meat pink and sodden.

"Come on, Carol!"

Tish pulled on some faded Levi's and a tank top and shook her strawberry hair around her shoulders, making her firm tits point and jiggle against the satiny fabric as she did.

"It's just Harley, Tish." Carol said again.

Tish went to the door and opened it and listened out into the hall. The sound of the TV was faint. Tish wasn't satisfied. She went down the stairs into the glare made by the tube, then came up again.

"He isn't there, Carol!"

Carol had gotten off the bed to stand by the window. She was still naked. Charger sat at her feet and panted and licked her leg and butt in a tentative way, as if interested in more of this new fun game but a little too pooped to try it again for a while.

"I told you," Carol said.

"Get Dresses. Maybe he went out to look and now he's in trouble."

She was very agitated. Carol sighed heavily. She patted Charger's sleek head and sighed again, moving away from the window to get into her clothes, again doing what Tish told here to. But she took her damn sweet time about it.

Chapter 11

Harley shifted his cowboy hat the back of his head and wiped his brow. He breathed heavily and licked dry lips and stroked his hand up and down his rigid, throbbing cock.

He stared through the kennel window towards the bright rectangle of light where Tish's bedroom was and ran his eyes hungrily over the illuminated thrust of her tits, the sweet flare of her naked hips beneath the pinched waist.

He watched her put her hands to the window and cup then in an effort to see into the darkness, and he silently cursed the clamoring gaggle of dogs milling in their cages.

He watched Tish turn from the window and stand there talking-apparently to Carol, unless she had one of her boy friends up in her room again fucking him.

Harley decided that was it. Why would Tish be naked with Carol in the room?

As soon as the question formed itself in his mind, a Lesbian answer came and swept a flash of heat through him and made his cock throb heavily. He jacked his rod and groaned and stared at the pert, tight, sexy outline of Tish's naked ass in the window.

God, if she only knew what she did to him!

Harley felt his balls draw up and threaten to erupt. He slowed the pace of his jacking hand, wanting it to last. As a matter of fact, he had a much better idea than jacking off while thinking about Tish again.

So much better eh hadn't been able to wait until his sister's had gone to bed.

He licked his lips and moaned again. The TV had been lousy tonight. It had been almost pure torture to sit in front of it, when all the time he kept thinking about the big Labrador bitch and her dripping cunt.

He wanted to glance around to look at her in the cage again, But Tish was still in the window, and he couldn't take his eyes from her nude body.

I'd like to fuck her and fuck her! he thought.

She treated him like a piece of shit. She called him stupid and dummy and all the rest. He went along with it, just the show how nice he could be. Just in hopes that he'd catch her in an extra good mood with her guard down one day and let him fuck her.

He gad it all planned. She'd be in her little damn bikini, the top of it off while she sunned her tits. He'd come up to her. She wouldn't put the top on, and he's stare at her tits and get a roaring big hard-on. She'd ask to see his prick, and he'd whip it out. Then she'd go all swoony over his big tool and lie back and spread her legs, and he'd just fuck the shit out of her.

Harley groaned and stopped his hand completely, gripping his cock until it pained, trying to hold back his spurting cum.

Tish moved from the window. He looked harder, a frown of disappointment wrinkling his forehead.

"Damn!" he said.

He stood there at the window, hoping against hope she'd come back and stand there and let him look at her naked pussy some more. Behind him and all around him, the dogs kept milling and yapping, occasionally snarling at each other.

He glanced around. "Shut up!" he ordered. They didn't obey him, and he turned angrily back to the window. As long as the light stayed on, he figured he'd be safe. Tish wouldn't come down and see what all the fuss was about without turning off the light. She was funny that way. It was about the only thing that Tish and Carol had in common-shutting off things when they went out of a room.

Harley blinked suddenly. He stared and blinked again and couldn't believe his eyes. There was another naked figure at Tish's window, and there was no mistaking those big round tits.

It was Carol!

Harley stared and stared. Shit, she was an eyeful!

He's never thought about fucking Carol before, but he thought about it right then. His hand slid up and down his prick again as he took in the big melons of her tits.

It took a moment for him to realize that she was naked with Tish in Tish's room, and then his mind seemed to explode.

"God damn!" he swore softly.

He tried to put the pieced together in his mind. He wasn't as stupid and they both thought. He could figure things out.

They were both in Tish's room. They were both naked. Therefore, they were fucking each other. His sisters!

He gasped suddenly, and his prick throbbed so heavily he nearly let it explode and hose down the side of the wall with hot jizz. What was that beside Carol's hip? A dog?

He looked back at the cages quickly. His eyes went up and down the long rows, looking for an empty one. None of them were empty, though, because there were too damn many dogs now to give out single cages any more.

A piece of the puzzle into place in his mind and made him gasp again.

"Shit, they been fucking the dog! Just the way he was going to screw that big Labrador bitch in heat!

"Oh, damn it!" he cried suddenly, slapping his prick with his hand harshly.

His balls spasmed. He gritted his teeth and strained to hold it back. White cum foamed at the tip of his prick, one drop, two-no more.

He let out his breath with a harsh sound. He grinned to himself and felt masterful. He'd held it. Most of it. But there wasn't any more waiting.

He turned away from where he was. Carol had left the window anyway, and the light was still on. He hurried down the center aisle past the yammering dogs, his prick standing straight out from his body, still dripping sperm.

He came to the cage where the Labrador was. She was dark, steel-blue in color, sleek-furred and as horny as he could hope for. He'd put two other females in with her, and the Collie was licking her twat and shifting around and licking it again, as if she were coming into heat, too.

He opened the cage and closed it behind him, reaching into his pocket for the dog candies he'd brought with him. He fed then to the dogs and patted the Labrador, giving her special attention.

The big dog chomped on the candy tidbit and sniffed the straining rod of his stiff cock. He got onto his knees and ran his hand down her flank, holding his prick with the other one.

He could see that there was going to a height problem. On his feet, he was too tall for her pussy, and on his knees, too short. He thought about a stool or something to kneel on but then gave it up. They didn't have a stool. Besides, he didn't want to wait any longer.

His fingers worked toward the dog's rump and twat. She looked at him and stood in an odd position. A strange expression came to her sleek face, and her tongue licked out. The Collie licked her snatch again, and the little Cocker sat in her corner and watched.

The other dogs began to settle down again, and that suited him just fine. He was a little jittery about this. He'd never fucked a dog before. In fact, he'd never fucked anything before, except his hand. And Tish-in his dreams.

He got half behind the Labrador and looked at her pussy. It was wet and slippery-looking. He moved his fingers gently and cautiously towards the damp lips, all the while keeping an eye on her to be sure she didn't whip around and bite him.

She didn't. A soulful kind of look came into her eyes, and her tail lifted out of the way. Harley's prick jerked, and his hopes soared.

She was going to let him fuck her!

He touched the wet dog cunt. The Labrador quivered and made an encouraging sound. She braced her feet wider on the floor and moved her butt towards him, as if asking for more.

Harley became bolder and moved almost squarely behind her. His fingertips massaged her pussy mouth and got all wet with cunt juice.

He probed a fingertip into the opening of her cunt and felt the silky texture of her hole. His prick bucked and throbbed with anticipation, and he had to grip it with his free hand.

The dog was fully cooperative-eager, in fact. She stood there impatiently and let him play with her pussy all he wanted to. Finally, he couldn't wait any longer.

He got to his feet and half squatted behind her ass. He aimed his trembling shaft towards her pussy. The tip touched hot silk and slid partway between the bloated, slippery lips.

Eager as hell to fuck his cock all the way into her hot cunt, Harley drew back and stood full length and unbuckled his pants. He pushed then and his shorts to his knees and squatted again.

It was better that way. The tough material of the Levi's made a band around his knees that helped brace them.

He stretched his cock forward again and put the tip at her juice-slick hole once more. He wondered if she was cherry. The idea thrilled him.

He pushed, bracing himself and her with a hand on her flank.

"Ohhhhhh, shit!" he whispered breathily.

The dog made a sound of protest and moved away a little. She looked around at him and backed up again, as if unable to resist getting fucked, even if the cock probing at her pussy were a little blunt and abnormally big.

Harley fitted his dick into her cunt mouth once more and pushed again. The wet twat lips slipped around his knob and nearly made him lose his load in the tight-gripping box.

His prick was too dry, that was the problem. He pulled his tool back and smeared saliva all over it and tried again. He watched the arrowhead knob throb and swell and pry the juicy cunt tissues apart.

He was persistent this time. Oddly, so was the Labrador. She fairly pushed back at him, making crooning sounds in her throat, looking back at him.

He couldn't believe the satiny texture, the heat, the slippery feel, the incredible tightness that threatened to strip the flaming skin from his cock.

It went in and in. God, it was a tight cunt!

"Ohhhh, Christ!" he gasped.

He shoved for the bottom of her cunt, wanting to feel that wonderful sensation all around his prick shaft, all down the length of it.

He didn't make it. His prick swelled mightily and blew apart inside the silken sheath, spewing his monstrous load of cum into her pussy.

The jizz hosed and steamed from the end of his prick, filling her tight cunt so full it spurted out backwards and drooled from her gasping twat lips and shot over his balls.

"Yaaaaagh!" he cried.

The moment all the slippery fuck juice shot into her pussy, his cock zipped forward, going in and in. His pubes crushed up against her furry rump, and her tight, quivering, sucking cunt grasped the very root of his prick and pulled with sucking motions that drove him up the wall.

"Ahhhhgh!" God! Oh, shit! What a tight fuck! Ohhhhh!" he cried, over and over.

He kept his cock imbedded in the bitch's gasping cunt. The way he felt right then, he didn't ever want to take it out. Christ, he knew what it was all about, now. It was why men paid money for it, why they stole and lied and killed for a piece of ass.

No hand job could ever compare with the feel of hot, slippery, silky cunt!

The dog looked at him. She licked the air and growled, then jetted around. Her cunt spasmed and sucked and then stopped doing that, and she seemed to want to be rid of him then.

"You came!" Harley cried, looking at the bitch with surprise. He didn't know exactly why he was surprised, except that he didn't imagine that a female dog came.

She growled at him and bared her fangs. Harley let her pussy slip from his cock then. It was a tight sucking withdrawal that made him groan and sent shivers up his spine.

As soon as her cunt was unplugged, his sperm bubbled out of the pulsing hole. The dog turned in circled a few time, whimpering, then settled on her haunch on the floor and lifted her leg and licked and licked at her draining pussy.

The Collie came over to sniff. She stuck her pointed snout into the Labrador's crotch and seemed to want to help lick. She turned in a circle and licked her own pussy, then looked at Harley. She came over to him and sniffed his prick, then lapped at it with her long tongue.

"Ohhhh, Christ!" Harley breathed.

The tongue had cupped the bottom of his shaft and lapped all the way up it, giving the pulsing cockhead a final flip. His prick throbbed and pulsed, and he felt his balls boiling again.

"You want some cock, too, huh? here, baby-come on, turn around and let's take a look at you hot pussy!"

He handled the dog and made her rump face him, Her tail was much bushier than the Labrador's. There were ruffs of fur on her buttcheeks, long and warm.

He fished through them, feeling like a pro now. His prick stood, stiff and ready and eager for more fucking. He felt the Collie's pussy with his fingers.

She wasn't quite as eager, needing a little coaxing, but he soon brought juice to her soft twat lips. He wiped his fingers on his pants and slobbered on them and transferred it to her cunt to make it slicker.

She liked that. Her tail lifted up and to the side, and her feet braced on the floor. She backed up against him with little movements that made him have to stop her and hold her still.

"Got a hot pussy, huh, body? Well, let's plug it with a big prick then," he said to her.

The Collie was shorter, short enough that he could kneel on the floor and fuck his prick straight into her snatch. He jacked his rod a moment to be sure he was good and stiff and horny, then out his cockhead against her twat.

The Collie howled softly. She backed up again, pushing and pushing. His prick was still slick, and he didn't have much trouble fucking it into her hole.

Except for the tightness of her pussy. Twice as tight. Brand-new, virginal-he knew it!

His cock swelled and pulsed, and he pushed hard, causing the dog pain and not really caring.

"Ohhhh, shit! Your cunt's stripping my prick!" he groaned.

He shoved his dick in and in the bitch's tight hole, holding the dog with both hands on her ass. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back. Tish's image came to his mind, and he nurtured it.

"I'm fucking Tish," he said softly. "Mmmm, here it comes, you beautiful piece of ass. You sexy sister. Here it comes!"

He gasped tightly. Tish's image turned to Carol's for a moment. He saw the big, round tits so clearly he felt he could purse his lips and suck them into his mouth.

He'd never thought of Carol that way before. She was so much older. Damn near like a mother. Only guys didn't fuck their mother's did they?

How about their sister's his mind asked.

"Tish… Tish!" he gasped.

He pulled the Collie's ass tightly back against his prick root and felt the war, tight sheath surround his cock completely. He ignored the howl the Collie let out, just concentrating on the way her spasming, coming cunt felt around his prick.

"Take it, baby-take it!" he cried.

His balls drew up under his throbbing prick and shuddered. His cock swelled in the tight hole and pumped sperm into it.

He came so hard he pitched forward and would have fallen on his face if the shuddering bitch hadn't been there to stop him.

He came so hard and dizzily there was a roaring in his ears that prevented him from hearing the scrape of shoe sole on the cement or the combined gasps of his sisters as they watched him fuck his second load of jizz into a dog's cunt.

Chapter 12

"I tell you, it'll work," Tish said firmly. She looked from Carol to Harley and gave a positive little nod of her head that made her haltered tits jiggle.

Harley watched them and licked his lips. He pushed his hat back on his head and looked down at the ground before Tish noticed where he was looking. He scraped his boot toe in the dust.

"Sounds all right to me," he said weakly.

"I think it sounds-outrageous!" Carol cried. "No! I won't permit it!"

"Look, Carol, you just said yourself that we were in trouble, that we had to do something," Tish went on. She glanced through the wire fence to the yardful of romping dogs, exercising in the pen. She looked back. "It's two against one, Carol."

Carol's eyes sparkled. "Yes. It's always been like that. That's how we got into this mess in the first place. You have a crummy idea, and then you get Harley to go along with it, and I'm outvoted. Well, not this time, Tish. This is going too far. Just too far."

Tish looked at her and smiled deviously. She pursed her full lips prettily, but it was pure poison that came out of her mouth.

"It wouldn't be that you're afraid of getting rid of sweet little Charger, would it, honey?"

Carol shot her a wicked glance. "You shit up. Tish. I'm warning you."

"Why? Afraid of what Harley might think?" She laughed cruelly and slid her arm around Harley's neck and hugged him, pushing her tits against him obviously. "What can Harley say, after we saw what he was doing last night?"

Harley turned scarlet and broke into a fast sweat and muttered intelligible sounds, toeing the dust with his boot again, making a deep grove.

"Don't do that to him, Tish," Carol said. "Can't you ever be anything but cruel?"

"I can be hot," Tish smiled. "Nearly as hot as you, honey."

"Damn it, Tish!"

"Did Carol tell you about it, Harley?" Tish asked, looking closely into her brother's face, still hugging him around the neck. She made her hip rub against his.

"N-No." Harley choked. He was nearly able to look at her, keeping his eyes downcast. "Tell me about what, Tish?"

"About what she likes to do with Charger?"

"Tish! Stop it, damn you!" Carol cried angrily. It didn't occur to her to tell Harley that Tish had let Charger fuck her, too, that she was just as guilty, just as shameful. It never did.

Tish laughed with a tinkling sound when Harley gasped and lifted his head and looked at Carol with a startled expression.

It was true! He had seen Charger with her at the window!

He watched the play of emotions over Carol's face and felt sorry for her, for her embarrassment. It was nearly as great as his won. And she was right-Tish was being cruel to both of them. He looked at his older sister in a new light. Then he looked at Tish.

"She didn't have to tell me, Tish," he said, his voice surprisingly even. It was almost quavery when he talked to Tish. "I saw her with Charger last night."

Tish grinned at Carol and gave Harley a little hug again, loving every moment of their mutual embarrassment. To her, it was damn silly to get hung up about sex all the time, and bringing it up was the surest way there was to make somebody uneasy.

"Oh, you saw her with Charger last night, Harley? And what was Charger doing to her, Harley?"

"The same thing he was probably doing to you, Tish," Harley said with surprising calmness. "Because I saw you, too. You were both naked in your bedroom-with Charger. You must have been letting him fuck, huh, Tish?"

Tish whipped her head around. Carol laughed with a nervous sound, enjoying Tish's expression of Shock. It was the first time ever Harley had talked back to Tish.

"Well, well, little sister. I guess that puts us all on the same boat now, doesn't it? We're all guilty. We all fucked dogs last night and nobody has anything on anybody else, isn't that right?"

"Harley, you little sneak!" Tish said finally, deciding to laugh instead of knocking his dumb head off. "I'll bet you sneaked up the stairs and peeked in my room and then ran down to fuck those two hot pussies, didn't you?"

Harley pulled back slightly and looked down his nose at her. His cowboy has was pulled half over his eyes now, and he swelled out his chest and stood with his legs braced and slightly bowed.

"Never mind what happened last night, Tish," he said casually. "The question we've got going now seems to taken a new turn. Instead of selling dogs in heat to horny old men, it looks like we can sell dogs with big pricks to horny young women, too."

"It's terrible!" Carol cried again.

Harley swiveled his head slowly and gave her the same authoritarian look. "I think it makes sense, Carol. I'm big enough to admit I kind of dicked up yesterday buying all those mutts."

"Kind of!" Tish hooted.

Harley ignored her for once, and the ability to do it was dizzying to him. "Besides, it takes a long time to train a dog to attack. Training him to fuck would be lots easier, something almost natural to him-with women, I mean."

He hitched up his pants and hooked his thumbs in his belt and rocked on his boot heels. "I could get the females used to taking a big dick. Shit, I got a good start on two of them last night. And Tish, here, could help out training the males to fuck pussy. We'd have us a hell of a going thing here, girls." He turned his head to the side and spat from the corner of his mouth, rocking on his heels again, the sagest bastard who ever rode the plains.

"Jesus," Tish breathed, pulling back, a strange smile on her face. "Listen to him, will you! He thinks he runs the place now!"

"It was your idea, Tish," Carol said softly, unable to keep a smile from her lips. The little bitch had been caught in her own trap for once.

Tish looked at her challengingly. "All right, big sister. I'll go along with it. I'm game. I'll fuck anything. But I'm not training all of them. You're helping."

"Now, just a min-"

"That's fair, Carol," Harley broke in.

She looked at him. She'd just begun to have a little respect for him. Now he was siding with Tish again, and things were back the way they were.

"We can start right now, Carol," Tish grinned reaching out for Carol's hand. "You can have the Great Dane. I'll take the Cocker."

Harley guffawed and whipped his hat off and slapped his pants with it.

"Oh, shut up, you little bastard!" Carol cried.

She whirled around and stalked towards the house. Harley stared after her with surprise. His balloon had just popped, and he wasn't sure why. But it had been fun while it lasted.

Carol slammed into the house and plopped onto one of the kitchen chairs. She stared at the wall a long moment, then dropped her face into her hands and made a choking sound.

Alec-come get me out of this madhouse! she cried inwardly.

Sometime later, she stepped out of the shower, frying herself with a towel that seemed very heavy. She sighed and held it to her full tits and walked stiff-legged to the bed.

She flopped down on her back and stared at the ceiling. She didn't feel like getting up. Maybe she would never get up again. What the hell was the point.

She heard a car drive up into the yard and stop. The sun came in through the window and warmed her and made her feel even more sluggish.

After a moment, sheheard a woman's voice. It was astonishingly grating and shrill. The woman had an obnoxious laugh and she used it frequently.

Wondering finally what was so damn funny to her. Carol lifted up on her elbow and looked through the window.

She recognized the woman. Not by name, but by sight. She was fortyish, and she lived alone in a small house on the street Carol used to take to Alec's apartment. Carol recognized her because she was always working in a lush little garden in her front yard.

The woman was talking to Tish, doing a lot of gesturing with her hands, laughing when there couldn't be anything at all to laugh at.

Carol watched them, wondering if maybe the woman wanted a dog for company, since she lived alone. Then she caught sight of Harley in the penned yard. He was brining Charger along, leading him towards the kennel.

A quick throb went through Carol's chest. It was a strange sensation-akin to dread.

Not Charger!

And then she noticed that Harley wasn't taking him to the front where the woman was but to the side room.

"Oh, no…" Carol groaned.

She got off the bed quickly, coming to sudden life again. She dressed hurriedly, picturing the side room in her mind.

The kennel had been a huge old garage at one time. Harley had done most of the work converting it over, laying the cement floor and the rest of it, and he's done a good job. It was one of the reasons Carol had gone along with the whole idea in the first place-the good job he'd done and the hope that he might be ready to make something of himself after all.

But the side room…

That had housed the chauffeur or whatever he was called back in the days when the place was built, back before her parents had bought it and made it their home. Her father had fixed up the side room for study. It hasn't been used much since then.

But Carol had the feeling that it was going to be used plenty from now on.

She glanced through the window again. The woman and Tish were entering the kennel, the woman still waving her arms in gesture and grating out that terrible laugh again.

Carol hurried down the stairs. She'd thrown on a shirt dress, not taking the time to slip into panties. Droplets of water from the shower made spots of darkness on it. Her damp muff made a fuzzy patch over her lap. But she didn't care about that. The only thought on her mind was to stop Tish from giving them a reputation that would make her parents spin in their graves.

Or was it to keep her from selling Charger…?

Carol hurried into the yard towards the kennel. She went in. The females they'd known to be in heat were in their cages. They looked out at her, wagging their tails in greeting.

Carol went the length of the kennel and turned at the end, where the short hallway led from the old garage to the room.

There was a small alcove just this side of the door to the room. Off it had been a rather large closet. The door to it was only half-closed. Tish stuck her head out quickly and put her finger to her lips in a stern shushing gesture.

Carol stopped up short. She heard the woman's voice on the other side of the door to the room. She looked in the closet and saw that Harley was in there with Tish.

"What are you doing?" Carol demanded, whispering angrily. She didn't know why she whispered, except that Tish had told her to be quiet.

Tish gestured with her hand, Harley looked at her and grinned sheepishly, then went back to staring at the wall inside the closet.

"Have you gone nuts, Harley?" Carol whispered to him.

Tish reached out and took her wrist and pulled her into the closet. She gasped sharply. Harley wasn't staring at the wall. He was looking through a pane of glass into the room.

"It's a one-way mirror," Tish whispered.

Chapter 13

Carol stared. Her cunt throbbed and squirmed and a flash of lust jolted through her body and made her nipples swell against the thin fabric of the shirt dress.

Harley had made room for her to stand next to the wall and look through the panel. He now pressed up against her back, and felt the line of his prick grow rigid against her lush buttcheeks.

"Man, look at that," he breathed in her ear.

Tish stood beside Carol and let out a soft moan, as if remembering the night before and knowing what the woman was feeling right at that moment.

They heard her grating moan through the wall. She stood in the middle of the room, looking down at Charger. At least, as his back. His head was out of sight. It was buried under the hem of her dress.

"Tish!" Carol gasped. "Oh, Tish, you didn't!"

Tish looked at her. "What's the matter with you, Carol? That was the agreement we made this morning, wasn't it?"

"I didn't make any agreement!"

"WE made it. We outvoted you. What the hell-it's paying off already." she looked back at the panel. The woman was looking furtively around the room, checking to be sure the door was closed and the windows covered.

She stared straight at them, and Carol ducked instinctively.

"She can't see us," Harley whispered, pushing up against her back still. "I checked. She's just catching sight of herself in the mirror. Man, look at the heat in her face, I'll bet her pussy's shaking and flapping like butterfly wings right now."

If the woman's wasn't, Carol's was. She surreptitiously out her hand to her cunt and pressed in hard, feeling the dampness from her undried pubes really soaking into her dress now. Or was it pussy juice already?

The woman moaned again. She went over to the couch that was against the wall. Charger followed her, prancing eagerly, his tongue lolling, his ears pricked up. Already, his cock was a red tip spurting through his furry sheath.

"Where did she come from?" Carol questioned. "How did she know?"

"I told her." Tish said.

"You what?"

"God, Carol-she just drove in and said she's heard about the new kennel and wanted a companion. I told her we bred very special companions, and she started giggling. I told her she could try him out, and the old bat nearly wet her panties right there in the yard. She couldn't even wait till she got home."

"Where did this one-way glass come from? Who put it up-and why?"

"I did," Harley said. "I had some in the ba-I had some," he choked.

Carol turned her head and looked at him through the dimness. Her eyes bulged when she saw the high color in his face.

The horny little voyeur! That was what she'd noticed different about the main bathroom a few weeks ago! He'd put one in there so he could peep at Tish and her while they were showering and pissing and everything! That was why he had that new picture hanging on his bedroom wall! So he could swing it aside and have a full view if then every time the used the bathroom!

"Harley, you little-" she started.

"Shhh!" Tish hushed.

She sucked in her breath and stared through the panel, and Carol couldn't help looking herself. She wished she hadn't. She could feel it starting all over again, the sensations, the need.

The woman had pulled her skirt to her waist and pushed blue panties to her knees. Charger was leaning over the side of her hip, lapping at her pubes, trying to sink his tongue between her pussylips.

The woman groaned and bucked up. She hurriedly slipped one leg out of the panties, glanced at the door, then stared for a moment into the mirror to see herself and what the doggie was doing to her wet, trembling snatch.

"Ohhhhhh, God!" she cried, the sound grating and audible.

Her legs shot wide apart, and her bush fanned into full view. Her cuntlips were bloated and shiney, dripping with hot juice. Charger fairly leaped over her outstretched leg to get between her thighs, and his tongue lapped and lapped at her cunt.

"Oh! Ohhhhh! Oh, wonderful! Oh, I love you!" the woman cried. "I want you, I want you! Ohhhh, you're mine-yes!"

"Stop it, Tish," Carol gasped. "God, make them stop it!"

"Carol, have a heart! The old gal's lonely. She hasn't had a cunt-sucking like that in her whole life, I'll bet. What man could stand to listen to that horrible voice for more time then it took him to run out of the place? She needs a good fucking, Carol. Think of the wonderful service we're going to be giving to lonely women."

"And men," Harley choked.

Carol became fascinated. They could see halfway up the woman's spread cunt. Despite her voice and her rather plain face, she had a tight, curving body, firm and in good shape.

The kind that needed lots of fucking.

But not from my Charger! she cried silently.

Her hand jiggled over her pussy. She was acutely conscious of the rigid length of Harley's prick pressing more and more tightly against her ass, the increasing heaviness of his breathing.

"Oh, my!" the women cried sharply.

Her eyes popped open. Her belly hunched up and down. Her fingers curled and the clutched at Charger's head, pulling his sharp nuzzled and his long tongue deep into her crotch.

"Oh, God, you're going to make me come! I can't believe it! A dog! Ohhhh, what a cunt-licker you are! Ah! AHHHHHHHGH!"

Her body wrenched tightly. Her lips puckered and fluttered. A groaning moo came from them. Her cunt lifted and shuddered, and her feet drummed on the floor.

She came as if it had been the first time in three months, and Charge didn't let up for moment. His tongue slurped and drilled into her quaking fluttering cunt, lapping up all the juice she poured forth.

Then, almost as if knowing she'd come and yet needed another one, Charger lifted his head and licked his chops and the propped his forepaws on the couch, scooting up between her spread thighs.

The woman looked at him in a moment of fear, and then the fear vanished as her eyes swept down under Charger's belly and stared at his big scarlet cock.

It pointed right towards her open pussy. It shone with a slippery look. It leaked from the tip and jutted back and forth with jerky little fucking movements.

"Oh, my God!" the woman cried softly. "What a big prick! Ohhh, what a dog!"

"Oh, God! He's going to fuck her, Tish!" Carol whispered, her voice husky with lust and terrible need.

She stopped trying to pull forward to get away from Harley's cock. He'd dipped back and pressed up against her ass again, and now his prick was pointing up inside his pants instead of down, and she knew it was fully erect and throbbing.

Beside her, she could feel Tish's moving elbow bump into her side now and then, and there was no question in her mind but that Tish was finger-fucking her horny twat.

Carol glanced down at Tish's front and gasped. The dainty little hand was inside her bikini panties! The knuckles bumped the front of it and wriggled as she moved her fingers over her clit and the bloated lips of her wet pussy.

Carol couldn't stop herself. She let out a soft moan and rucked the front of her shirt dress up to her crotch with stealthy motions of her fingers.

She touched the dripping meat of her cuntlips and stared ahead into the room at Charger's thick red cock, watching him hunch and thrust forward in a effort to sink the pointed, spearing tip into the woman's cunt hole.

At the same time, Carol pressed her ass back against Harley's prick. It was nearly an involuntary motion, It had to be that. She would never dream of swaying her rump back and forth until the rigid line of her brother's prick was between her buns.

She head his sharp intake of breath. She didn't know whether it was because her ass cheeks had constricted around his prickshaft or because Charger had straddled the woman's stomach low enough to finally fuck his dog's cock into her pulsing hole.

"Ahhhhgh!" she moaned in the grating tone. "Ohhh, you're fucking me!" What a prick! So big! Ohhh, so pointed and red! Oh, it's right up my pussy! It's in me!"

She looked at the mirror. She was a handsome young dog between her outstretched thighs, hind legs straining, tail stiff, furry belly against heres, flanks shuddering as he fucked into her horny cunt.

"Ohhhh, I love it! I love it!" she cried, flinging her arms around Charger and hugging him closer to her.

She scooted her ass farther forward to the edge of the couch to lie under him better and lift her raging twat up around his plunging prick.

She lifted her legs and made them bow and locked then around Charger's ass. She nearly hung from underneath him, rocking back and firth, taking his cock as far into her horny cunt as she possibly could.

The sight was too much for Harley. He gasped and tried not to groan in Carol's ear.

That didn't help him any. He shoved up against her ass and pressed his prick tightly into her deep butt crack and shuddered against her back.

Carol held her breath. He couldn't be! Her own brother.

But then she felt the warn, wet spread of rushing jizz soaking quickly through his pants and the back of her shirt dress. It seeped all over her crack, wetting her asscheeks. He humped and shivered against her and finally let out a gasping groan that left no doubt at all that he's come.

"Carol…" he whispered chokingly.

"Oh, Harley…"

Tish turned her head. "Ohhhh, me, too, Harley-me too!"

She jiggled her hand quickly and moaned. Her knees bucked slightly. Her head tipped back. In the dim light, Carol watched her sister's nostrils flare and her tongue lick sensuously over her lips as her hand shoved deeply into her panties and sent a squirming finger up her writhing, spasming cunt.

"Oh, God!" Carol whispered tightly. "M-Me, tooooooo…"

Orgasm whipped through her body and made her wet cunt suck and pull at her probing finger. She rolled her thumb over her clit and made it a good one.

There were not secrets among them any more. In a kinky way, they were finally a real family, and she pushed her ass tightly against Harley's throbbing prick to let him know that she didn't care at all that he's come in her ass crack and stained her dress with his hot, flowing sperm.

In the other room, the woman opened her big mouth and yelled. She tried to clamp her hand over the yawning cavern to silence the outcry, but it didn't help.

The voice was terrible. Carol could see what Tish had meant. No man would be able to take that voice for long, unless he were deft as a post. But Charger didn't care.

He fucked and fucked, hunching and licking the air and then finally blasting her sucking pussy full of dog-cum.

The woman yelled a second time, banging off another strong orgasm. She acted as if she were just getting into the swing of it, when she realized where she was and what ghastly, perverted thing she was doing there.

She let her spasms subside and then pushed at Charger, making him get back onto the floor. Her pussy was wide open when he hopped down. They watched the wet, red cunt mouth shake and drool some of the full load of doggy jizz he'd shot there.

Chapter 14

"See?" Tish crowed happily. "I told you it'd work!"

They stood in the drive and watched the woman back hurriedly into the street and squeak her tires as she spun down the road for home.

Carol stooped and flung her arms around Charger's neck, hugging him tightly. The dark stain on the back of her dress pulled wetly across her flaring rump, and she knew Harley was looking at it and turning red with embarrassment. He'd pulled his shirt tail out of her pants so that it draped over the front of them and hid the big puddle he'd made in them when he'd come.

"Not Charger!" Carol cried, kissing his muzzle. She detected the faint aroma of pussy on it. "Not my Charger!"

She's gone home for the money, Carol!" Tish said. "You can't tell her she can't buy him when she gets back. What the hell's the matter with you?"

"I don't want to sell him!"

"She wants him now-in the worst way! Damn it, we've got to sell him. He's the only one trained to fuck so fare. Besides, think of the business she's going to drum up for us at the Garden Club or whatever."

Carol looked up at Tish. Her eyes ran over the thrusting, tipped cones of her tits inside the halter, over the smooth undercovering of her bikini bottoms where they wrapped tightly and sexily around her little twat.

She gave Charger a final kiss and sighed heavily as she stood up. "I guess so," she said heavily.

There was no point in arguing. The woman had gone after her money. And she would bring more customers to them. And that was the name of the game right now, wasn't it?

Tish smiled oddly. "We'd… uh… you'd better take a look in the yard, Carol."

Carol turned her head. "What?"

"A look in the yard. For the nest one. Pick one you think you'd like to train to fuck, honey. We've got a lot of catching up to do before the crowd comes."

"What do you mean!" Carol flared. "Me, pick it! Me, train it! You dirty little slut, you were the one who taught Charger to lick you pussy. I watched you doing it!"

Harley sucked in his breath, looking from one to the other of then quickly. His prick started to swell in his pants again. God, he wanted to watch this training process.

"Yeah," Tish said lazily, canting her hips, letting her hand dangle before her pussy. Her fingers curled slightly, and the middle one traced her satiny gash, making the panties indent into it slightly so that her slit was visible-and the little bump of her clit right at the top.

Carol watched her do it. She felt her own pussy squirm at just the suggestion of being stroked like that, and she knew again who was going to win the argument.

"I taught him to lick pussy, honey, but you were the one who taught him what a pure joy it is to fuck a woman's cunt. Remember, sweetie?"

Carol shivered. "I remember," she said huskily, her voice dark. "That means it's your turn. Share and share alike."

Tish shrugged. "I ought to get a bonus for the first sale. But I'll be a nice sister. I'll help again. Just the way I did with Charger."

"Me, too," Harley said.

Carol whipped her head around and looked at him. His face was highly colored, but he didn't look down and scrape his toe in the dust. He held her gaze brazenly.

"You will not!" Carol cried tightly.

"Aw, what the hell, Carol," Tish said. "Don't be such a prude. What've you got to hide from our dear sweet brother, anyway? I mean, he did come all over your ass in there, didn't he? And, knowing you and your hot, hot cunt, I don't doubt for a minute that you moved your ass around and helped him out just a little, huh, Carol?" she grinned tauntingly. "Just a little?"

"I did not!"

"Well, I didn't hear you yell with outrage. Besides, I think Harley's got a good idea there. He can make the instruction very graphic. Dogs are like children, you know. They have to be shown how to do things."

"Oh!" Carol blurted. She stamped her foot. It was a very childish gesture for a twenty-eight-year-old woman to make, but she couldn't help it. Tish was infuriating.

She was ready to really do battle, when the woman drove back in again, going so fat she threatened to run them over before she could stop the car.

She hopped out and waved bills that were clenched in her fist. She giggled all the way from the car to where they were standing. The sound reminded Carol of a flock of geese with bellyaches.

The woman barely looked at them. She had eyes only for Charger. Or maybe she was too embarrasses to look at them.

"He's a wonderful dog," she gasped. "He'll be wonderful protection for a woman who live all alone. I'm going to tell all my single and widowed friends about the wonderful Merry Time Kennel."

She giggled again. She looked at Tish. Carol saw a sly wink, and then the woman pushed the money into her fist and led Charger off. He glanced around as if asking it this were all right, and then he trotted beside her and hopped into the car, pawing at her arm when she got in.

The woman backed away while Carol stared after the car. Harley came up to her and held her wrist and took the money from her hand. He leafed through the bills and let out a low whistle, pushing his hat back on his head.

"Five hundred bucks!" he exclaimed.

Tish and Carol both looked at him. "What?"

"Here, count it yourself!" He tossed his hat into the air and whooped.

"Tish!" Carol cried reprovingly. "You robbed her!"

"I didn't tell her this much! I swear I didn't Carol! I thought I was robbing her by asking three, but then I gave her the hard-luck story you gave us yesterday, and

…"

She smiled very broadly. She took Carol's arm and pulled her towards the kennel. "Come on, sister. We've got work to do!"

***

According to his papers, the Setter's name was Royal Green. That seemed a screwy mane, since he was a big red Irish, sleek-headed and bushy-tailed.

He seemed nervous about being in the house, because he kept turning from one to the other of them, then pacing around to sniff at the furniture and the door and jumping up to look out the window at the yardful of dogs outside.

"Maybe the living room's too big," Tish suggested. "Let's take him upstairs."

"Tish…" Carol started, a pleading sound to her voice.

"Come on, don't get squeamish now, just when we've got the chance to make a mint."

"Where's Harley, Tish? I won't do it with Harley in the room. I just won't. It's bad enough with you watching. God, it's just bad enough, period."

"You didn't think so last night."

"I did, too. I though it was horrible." she sucked in her breath and closed her eyes a moment. God, I just can't believe this is for real. What would Alec say?"

"Who gives a damn," Tish said gruffly. "You don't need his approval for anything. Fuck him. We've got it made now, honey. Come on, let's get Mr. Green upstairs."

"Where's Harley?"

"I don't know. In the kennel. Probably fucking that Labrador again, Hey, how was it, making your little brother shoot his load all over your ass?"

"Cut it out, Tish."

Tish went towards her and pressed up close. Her hand snaked over Carol's butt, then came around her hip to her pussy and stroked it through the thin dress.

"Got to stoke the fire a little, huh?" she smiled softly, licking her lips, pressing her tits against Carol's.

Carol moaned. She didn't say the nasty word in here mind, because the fire was already stoked. She shivered at the touch of Tish's lust-whetting finger against her twat.

"Hey, we're in luck. He's headed upstairs to explore around. Come on, Carol."

She led Carol up the stairs after the Setter. She coaxed the dog into Carol's room and shut the door. He paced around, then sat in the middle of the floor and looked at then, seeming a little more at ease.

"Here, Greenie," Tish said, holding out her hand. The dog sniffed it and panted, and she petted his sleek head. "Come on, get that dress off. He's tall enough you can just spread your legs and stand up against his nose and let him get a good whiff of your wet cunt."

Carol flushed. "You make everything so delicate."

She hesitated a moment, then she slipped out of her shirt dress and laid it across her bed. The wet spot was still visible on the rump, and there was a stained quality around the edges of it where Harley's sperm had dried.

Tish looked at her naked body as if seeing it for the first time, and made her self-conscious.

"You get undresses, too," she said.

Tish shrugged and lifted her halter up over her head. Her tits jiggled and bounced stiffly on her chest. She pushed her bikini down her legs and off, leaving it on the floor.

Carol stared back. She couldn't get over the bald appearance of her little twat because of the lightness of her strawberry pubes and the thinness of her pelt.

Tish turned the Setter's sleek head and pushed her pussy up against his nose. He turned away and licked his nose and continued to sit. His bushy tail dusted the carpet with big sweeps.

"Come on, fella. That's real cunt you just got a whiff of. Didn't you like it?" She motioned to Carol. "You try. Maybe he'll like yours better."

Carol went up to them. She felt depraved. She took a deep breath and braced her legs apart, pushing her pussy forward until her wet cuntlips touched the dog's damp snout.

He turned his head again, licking his nose. "He doesn't like pussy juice, that's all there is to it," Carol said quickly, turning her body to the side in relief.

Chapter 15

Carol put her hand over her twat as if to cover her shame. But she couldn't keep her fingers still in the wet silkiness of her puffy cunt meat.

"Hey, that it! Flick yourself off and get up a real thick soup of pussy juice, fresh and hot. I'll bet he'll go for that."

Carol snatched her hand away from her cunt. "Tish!" she cried.

"Okay, I will, then, big chicken. Damn it, Carol, this is money. Not only will he be a big fucker when we're through with him, he'll be a damn beautiful dog besides."

She spread her legs and tipped her crotch forward, spreading her cunt lips with the fingers of one hand. She ran her middle finger of the other hand up and down her silky gash, doing it right in front of Carol.

She worked industriously a moment, rolling her clit, sliding her finger up and down her rosy gash, then slipped it into her cunt hole and making it wriggle there.

"Mmmm," she said.

There wasn't much conviction to it. She closed her eyes and fucked her finger all the way up her cunt to her palm, taking long strokes. All the while, she held her puffy cuntlips apart with her fingers letting Carol see everything.

"Hell," she said after a moment. "I can't even get a hard clit going. Maybe I should lie down."

She went to the bed and laid back on it, her legs straight out from the side, her rump on the edge. She worked at her pussy again, her tits pointing to the ceiling and jiggling as her arm moved up and down.

Carol stared. Tish's body was so totally open there was something almost pure and innocent about what she was doing. Carol put her hand back over her pussy and finger-fucked her hole, too. She didn't have any difficulty getting her cunt hot and juicy.

Tish stopped and opened her eyes and lifted up slightly, looking at Carol. Carol snatched her hands away from her trembling cunt again.

"I know how to get my pussy juiced up," Tish smiled, her expression sultry.

Carol didn't like the look of it. "How?" she asked guardedly.

"Come here, and I'll tell you."

"How?"

"You could be a sweet and loving sister to me," Tish smiled. "Very loving."

She pulled her cuntlips wide apart and tipped her pussy up in an invitation for Carol to suck it. She moved her hips from side to side and made the mouth of her little cunt squeeze and pulse.

Carol sucked in her breath. She moaned. Don't do it! she told herself inwardly. Oh, God-resist her for once! Don't suck her slutty cunt!

"Mmmm, hurry, honey," Tish moaned.

"No…" she said weakly, shaking her head.

"Carol."

"No!"

There was a knock at the door. "How's it going?" Harley asked through it. He turned the knob.

"Don't come in!" Carol cried

Too late. He was already in. He looked at his sisters-Tish spread out on the bed with her beautiful pussy all spread open and rosy and bedewed with honey. And at Carol, standing in the middle of the room in naked, tight perfection, her big tits so round and soft, and her ass jutting out in twin melons of firm flesh.

Harley sucked in his breath and felt his cock throb heavily. He closed the door behind him. He was damned if he was going to go out and miss all this!"

"How's it going?" he repeated.

"Harley, get out of my room!" Carol cried.

"Don't listen to her, sweet brother. You stay right where you are. I've got something for you to do. Something you'll just love doing. I know. Darling, you're overdressed."

She smiled sexily. She kept her pussy lips spread apart with her fingertips all the while. In fact, she hadn't made a move at his entrance.

"W-What?" Harley choked, unable to do anything but stare at the beautiful open-lipped cunt he'd dreamed about for so many nights.

"He's pulled his dick sore over visions and imaginings of that pussy. He must have pumped a thousand loads through his prick while visualizing it. Now, here it was, in dark-pink reality right before him, wet and slick and sweet. His prick threatened to rip through his tough Levi's.

"Strip out of those heavy clothes, darling brother, and I'll tell you what I want you to do for me. Come on, Harley. Let your sister see that big prick again when it's not all limp from fucking hot bitches."

"Oh?" Carol drawled acidly. "Has Harley been fucking you lately, Tish?"

Tish looked at her, but she didn't respond. She watched Harley pause for just a moment, then attack his belt buckle as he stared and drooled from the mouth over her spread cunt.

His boots clumped to the floor. He pushed his Levi's after them, then stripped out of his shirt. His prick was iron-hard and throbbing, standing straight out in front of him. He moved towards Tish, fully expecting to finally fuck her and fuck her.

"Take you goddamn Stetson off, dummy," Tish said. "You can't do a proper job of sucking my pussy with a hat on."

"Sucking it?" Harley half cried, disappointment obvious in his husky voice.

"Don't you want to smell and lick my pussy, honey?" Tish said, tipping her crotch up and down, making her cunt hole pulse wetly for him. "If you don't, then you can just get the hell out of here and let us figure out what to do with this dumb dog."

"Naw!" Harley barked. "Sure, I'll suck it. God, yes! Anything you say, Tish."

Carol watched him with growing disgust. For just a moment this morning it seemed as if he might come out of his servile role and actually tell Tish where to get off.

But it was back to the usual already. He was no more than a willing slave for her. He'd never be anything else. Not really.

"Down on your knees, brother," Tish ordered. "Right there-between my legs. All right, dummy, you can quit staring at it. Start sucking. Do you know how? Have you ever sucked a cunt before? Any cunt? Even that Labrador's?"

"Yeah, sure," Harley said. "What the hell!"

"Harley."

He looked down and shook his head slowly, licking his lips with the embarrassing admission. Nearly twenty, and he's never sucked or fucked a real cunt.

"Well, I'll tell you about it, darling. You just listen to your sister."

Tish put out her hands and cupped the sides of his head. She drew him forward. He went crosseyed looking at her strawberry-fringed pussy. Then his lips touched her gash, and he didn't really need a hell of a lot of instruction.

Tish moaned. She rocked her crotch up and down under his lapping tongue. Her clit stiffened and her cunt became extra slippery and wet.

Carol watched with a horrified kind of fascination. She listened to the slurping, sucking sounds. She watched Harley's lips suck the stiff clit tip between then and draw on it, and she heard Tish's moan of rising heat.

Her pussy was getting wet now, all right. Good and wet. And so was Carol's. She watched Harley and remembered the way Alec sucked her cunt, and her twat lips bloated apart and drooled slippery juice.

The dog seemed totally disinterested. He slid his forepaws out in front of him and laid on the floor, opening his mouth and panting softly.

Harley knelt on the floor in front of Tish and ate out her snatch furiously. His cock jutted between his thighs and throbbed with every beat of his heart. His naked buttcheeks flared apart, showing a crack deep enough to be a woman's.

"Ohhhhh, that's good, Harley!" Tish moaned. "Mmmmm, yes like that! Use your tongue-your sweet tongue. Do it the way Charger did it to Mrs. Jenks this morning. Deeper! Fuck it in deeper, Harley!"

Harley slurped and stabbed and licked at her gushing cunt. He gripped the sides of her hips with his hands, sliding them up and down the firm curves. Then he slid them under her ass and lifted her twat up. He kneaded her buttcheeks, and he drank from her cunt as if he had hold of a two-handled mug.

"Eeee, I'm going to come, Harley!" Tish cried in a moment. "Stop! Stop sucking my cunt!"

He didn't believe she meant it. She was right on the verge of coming, and he wanted to be the one to thrill her. She'd let him fuck her then, and he could hardly wait for that.

"Stop, damn it!" Tish cried, hitting the side of his head.

Harley jerked back and put his hand to his temple. Tears stung his eyes from the blow.

"Hell, Tish!" he cried.

"I told you to stop."

"I thought you wanted me to suck you all the way off and make you come!"

"Not this time, sweetie," she said, smiling at him quickly. "I just wanted you to get my pussy flowing and juicy. Now that it is, bring Greenie over here and let's let him get a taste of my honey and see if he can learn as fast as you did. Harley."

Harley looked crushed. His prick pounded in the air. But he got to his feet and came over, hoisting the dog between Tish's legs.

"Damn," he said. He looked at Carol as if for aid. "Damn," he said again.

Chapter 16

Tish and Harley both worked at the dog, holding his head and pushing his snout into Tish's draining cunt. He licked his nose after each dip into the wetness of her oozing box, but he didn't seem to want to keep licking.

"Damn it, Harley, do something!" Tish cried. "I'm hot. I want to come. I want this damn dog to learn to lick my cunt. Think of something!"

Harley groaned with frustration. Carol waited for him to tell Tish to think of something, but he didn't.

"Hey, I've got it!" he cried suddenly.

"What?"

He didn't answer. He got up and went to his pants. He reached into one of the pockets and pulled out several of the little dog candies.

"Here, Greenie," he called.

The Setter turned his head, spotted the candies, and licked his chops. Harley fed him one. He sat on his butt and chewed it, and it was astonishing that he didn't bite through the long, fat, lolling tongue at the same time.

Tish lifted up her elbows and looked at Harley as if he'd lost the rest of his marbles.

"What the hell are you doing! Don't reward him before he licks my pussy, you dummy!"

Harley ignored her. He fed Greenie another candy and watched him chew it up. Soggy bits of the biscuit crumbled under the shear of the sharp teeth and fell to the floor.

"Hey, fella you want another one?" Harley asked.

He waved one at the dog, holding it in plain sight between his fingers. The dog snapped and licked out after it, but Harley didn't let him have it.

He brought his hand closer and closer to Tish's spread crotch. She let out a yip and tried to close her legs.

"What are you trying to do-have him bite my cunt!" she squeaked.

"You'll see, Tish," Harley said quickly. "You'll see!"

He laid the small wafer right into the mouth of her pussy. The dog went after it, drew back, yowled with wagging tail, then looked at the tidbit again.

"Hold still, Tish. I think we've got him."

"The bastard better not have me, or I'll make the bulldog bite your dick off, Harley!"

"Shhh! Come on, Greenie. Here it is," Harley coaxed, pointing right at Tish's spread pussy with his finger. He licked his lips. He reached down and held her twatlips open. The tidbit circled and jumped with each twitch of Tish's cunt muscles.

After a series of feints and withdrawals, Greenie lapped out for the candy.

"Ohhh, he's doing it!" Tish whispered. Her cunt spasmed and pulsed. The wafer was getting dark and soggy as it absorbed her pussy juice.

"He pushed it in a little," Harley said.

"Oh, God. That's all I need-a cunt full of doggy dough. You ass, this had better work."

Harley was beginning to look worried. Greenie didn't want to go after the one in her snatch any more. He wanted another from Harley's hand.

Harley gave him one. He chomped it down in one gulp. Harley let off a sickly grin and taunted the dog with another candy. He put it into Tish's pussy mouth again.

"That's it, Harley. That's the last goddamn one," Tish said warningly.

Green licked at it. He licked again. He glued his muzzle to her cunt and slipped his flexible tongue into her silky tissues, flipping it around the solid candy and drawing it out. He ate it. He wagged his tail and grinned.

"Here, boy-there's another one in there," Harley said, growing more confident again. He pried Tish's cunt lips wide apart so that Greenie could see it.

Greenie saw. He lapped into Tish's cunt after it, sinking his tongue inches inside her satin, slippery hole.

"Ohhhh, God! What a tongue!" Tish moaned. "Carol, It's better than Charger's! I swear it is! Ooohhhh!"

Greenie got the soggy wafer out. It slid down his throat, soggy and coated with cunt juice.

"Here, boy!" Harley said again. He looked positively radiant with his success now.

He placed the next one deeper into Tish's twat, making sure the dog saw it, the pushing it up her cunt hole with his finger. He couldn't resist tickling her cunt at the same time, getting his finger soaked with her juices, feeling the silky, hot slipperiness of her pussy walls. His prick throbbed as he finger-fucked her.

"Cut it out, Harley," Tish said in a low tone. But her pussy clamped and sucked around his finger all the same.

Greenie had the idea now. He put his muzzle to Tish's crotch and shot his tongue all the way up her pussy. That's what it felt like to her.

"Ahhhhh, God!" she cried, unable to keep her hips still.

Her crotch rocked up and down, and Greenie's tongue slithered in and out of her silky twat, drawing the candy slowly forward. He gobbled it down when he finally got it out. Then he sniffed at her pussy to see if there was another one there.

"Almost there," Harley said, his cock straining so hard it looked ready to rip off. He acquired a devious look. "One more, Tish."

"Put it way up so he can't get it out so fast," Tish moaned.

"I will, Tish," Harley said, his voice oddly strained.

He glanced at Carol. His pick leaked at the tip. He took the last candy between his fingers and showed it to Royal Green. He put it at Tish's pussy mouth. He pushed it into her hole with his finger making sure that the dog saw it go in there.

Then he quickly stepped between Tish's spread thighs and aimed his cock and fell on top of his sister, letting out a harsh cry of bliss at the same time.

His big cock swam into her sodden pussy and slid frictionlessly to her depths, pushing the candy ahead of it.

"Harley, you bastard! You're fucking me! Get off! Take it out! Ohhh, you perverted little shit! Ohhhh, God! God!"

Harley had no intention of taking it out. He groaned and fucked his hips back and forth. He couldn't believe the heat, the slipperiness, the silky smoothness of his sister's cunt.

At last! He was fucking her at last! No more goddamn dreaming about it while he jacked his meat. This was it! Really it!

"Ohhhh, Tish! Tish!" he cried.

"Stop, Harley-stop!" Tish groaned.

She didn't meant it worth a damn. Carol could tell that. She stood there and watched her brother and sister fuck and nearly screamed. Whether from electric lust or outrage, she didn't know. All she knew was that she couldn't keep her hand from her spasming, twitching cunt.

She finger-fucked her snatch furiously, knees bent and spread to the sides, arm pistoning up and down and making her round tits shake and wobble over her chest.

She watched Harley's round rump pump back and forth. She watched Tish's hips surge up and down as her tight little pussy wrapped around her brother's big cock and sucked in it, drawing it deeper and deeper into her hot, slutty body.

"Tish, I'm gonna come!" Harley squeaked.

"No! No! Ohhh, I don't care! God, I'm so hot! Fuck me, you big-pricked bastard! You perverted little shit! You sweet, cunning dirty-minded brother. You finally got me! Ohhh, Gos, have you got me, Harley! Yes! Yes, now! Come in me! God, fill my cunt with sperm! Eeeeeaaaaagh!"

Her legs shot up from their dangling position over the edge of the bed and wrapped around his ass and locked there. She pulled inward against his ass and drove his straining, reaching cock into the depths of her quivering cunt.

She spasmed and shuddered and rocked furiously, making all kinds of mewling sounds as she came.

Harley growled and grunted and then ended up with a high-pitched squeal as his prick bucked and spurted and hosed and steamed, shooting out all the night of frustrated dreams into her squirming cunt.

He puffed and grasped and ground his crotch against hers, getting the last measure of feeling form her hot, flooded cunt. His balls shuddered and pumped out the last drop of jizz stored in them for her so long.

Carol groaned and twitched and rubbed the side of her clit with her thumb. She shoved her middle finger all the way up her to her palm and came at the same time.

Her asscheeks clenched and shuddered together, and her knees went rubbery. She started crumpling to the floor, reeling backwards until she was against the wall. She slid down it, moaning, until she sat on her butt, her legs splayed out before her.

Royal Green looked at her. He looked at her pussy. He looked at the bastard who was stuffing his cock up the hole where the last candy was, and he let out a yowl of frustration.

"Get off, Harley," Tish said. "Honey, let's see if he'll go after it now."

Her voice was unusually sweet. She smoothed her hand over his head and down the side of his face, and she puckered her lips and kissed his mouth. She moved her locked legs over his butt and swayed her hips, not really wanting to let him go.

"I don't want to get up, Tish," Harley moaned softly, kissing her back, using the tip of his tongue on her lips in a gentle Frenching. "God, I've wanted to fuck you for so long I don't ever want to take my prick out."

"I know you have, darling. And I've been so mean to you. Do you forgive me?"

"Only if I can fuck you again."

"Right now?" she laughed, her voice tingled with excitement.

"Now and whenever it seems like a good idea."

"That's a tall order," she grinned.

"It's a long prick." He pumped it back and forth and made her moan and surge up against him again.

"It's a wonderful prick, Harley. God, if I'd only known that earlier…"

Greenie stuck his nose against Harley's hip impatiently. He looked at the dog and laughed.

"He still wants the candy."

"I want you prick right now."

"Greenie! Over there. Greenie! It's in Carol's pussy! Go get it, boy!"

He waved his arm. The dog followed the line of motion and stood in a natural pointing stance, looking directly at Carol's cunt. He sniffed the air, then trotted over to where she lay on the floor. He stuck his nose between her legs and sniffed.

"Ohhhh, God," Carol moaned, sucking in her breath. Her cunt twitched and jumped. There was more in there. No candy for the dog, but so much, much more.

"Come on, boy," she coaxed, spreading her twat lips the way Tish had.

Greenie licked at her cunt. The flavor must have been similar to Tish's-the flavor that led to the good little candies. He licked again. And again. Then his tongue slithered far up Carol's hole and made her squeal into immediate orgasm.

"Ohhhhh, God! Wonderful! Lick! Twirl it! Ohhhh, so deep! Deeper than Charger! Ohhhh, God!"

She gritted her teeth and came a third time bouncing and thrashing, he butt lifting up and down against the floor.

"Look at him go!" Tish cried. "Harley, you did it! You taught him! Hey, you're not so dumb after all!"

"Now all we gotta do is teach him to fuck. How do we do that, Tish?"

"Show him, Harley," Tish said, the devilish glint in her eyes again.

He looked at her. "You mean…"

"Uh-huh."

His prick pulsed and throbbed rigidly in her cunt. "She'll kill me!"

"Not when she feel that strong dick going into her hot cunt. Did she kill you this morning when you shot all over her ass?"

"Harley pulled his prick out of her pussy. Sperm drained freely from it, carrying bits of wafer with it. The tip of his cock drooled with their mixed juices.

He got up and staggered towards Carol. She watched him come, while Greenie still licked and lapped and slobbered at her oozing snatch.

"Harley…" she cried warningly.

"We gotta teach him Carol," Harley said.

"Then teach him on Tish."

"Nothing doing. Carol," Tish said, propping herself on her elbows again. "Share and share alike. I just taught him to suck cunt, and you're getting the benefit of it already. Come on, sweetie, up on you hands and knees like a good sister."

"Oh! Ohhhh!" Carol cried.

It was happening again. She whished to God she could control it. Harley was standing right over her, watching everything, staring at her spread quivering, orgasming cunt.

She thought her cunt hole would blow inside out. Everything pushed and squeezed and went fluid, and Greenie's rolling, twisting, curling, writhing tongue just wouldn't stop.

Tish was right about that. He was better at muff-diving than Charger had been. It made her shamefully curious about the next dog they would train. Was there a limit to how much better they could get?

"God, Carol…" Harley breathed, watching her twist and squirm and thrash. His prick lifted to full stiffness right in front of her.

"Ohhhh, don't fuck me with that, Harley," she groaned. "I mean it. I swear it!"

"B-But…" he stammered. "Aw, hell, Carol! Tish says to show him on you, and you say to show him on Tish. What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"Show him on that Labrador you fucked last night," Carol groaned. "Go get her, I don't care. It's bad enough to have my sister finger me off. Worse still to suck and fuck with dogs. When it comes to getting fucked by my brother, that's the limit," she stated firmly.

Harley got a funny look on his face. "Yeah," he said. "She's right in-in my room. I brought her up and was going to have a little fun with her while you two were in here working over Royal Green…"

Chapter 17

Harley left the room and came back quickly with the Labrador. Greenie looked up and woofed and sniffed the air. He trotted over to her and circled her and stuck his nose in her twat. His ears pricked up, and his tail wagged stiffly. His cock stretched from his sheath for the first time.

"My God, look at it!" Harley cried. He glanced down at his own dick and then back at the Setter's clearly astounded by the thick, sturdy size of it.

Greenie started pawing at the Labrador's rump with definite ideas of mounting her and fucking her.

"Not her, dummy!" Harley cried, running over to drag him off.

Tish came off the bed. Sperm and bisquit mush drained from her cunt and trailed down her inner thighs. She went over to Greenie and offered her pussy to him. He licked and lapped and then spun around and whimpered, wanting to fuck the Labrador.

"Come on, Carol," Tish said "Up! Get over the bed."

She hauled on Carol's arm and pulled her across the room and made her belly down over the edge of the bed so her butt flared nakedly backward.

"All right, Harley, bring Greenie over here and let's get him to mount Carol."

Harley obeyed. Why Carol stayed bent over, knees on the floor, tits pushing into the bed, legs braced apart, she couldn't have said. Unless it was the same old thing-she was just too hot to care about anything but getting fucked.

Harley dragged the Setter over and shoved his nose towards Carol's tight asscrack. He took a goo look at it himself. He saw the deepness of it, the round, tight, firm cheeks, the puckered, rubbery ring of her asshole. He looked at the puffy cuntlips pouting down beneath her crotch, so bloated they were spread apart and showing the lovely wet redness between them.

"Lift him up, Harley. Give him some help."

"I'd like to give him some help, all right," Harley said, his prick throbbing over the sight of Carol's sexy, hot ass.

He straddled Greenie, his balls dragging through the silky red fur along his back. He bent over and took the dog's forepaws and lifted the animal making him mount Carol's butt.

"Ohhhh, God!" Carol moaned, feeling the softness of the Setter's fur over her ass. Even that was better than Charger's.

She couldn't help weaving her ass, clenching her buns with lust, arching her spine a little more to lift her cunt up. She felt Harley get the dog far enough up her back for the furry sheath to come between her thighs.

But there was no red prick sticking out from it.

"Ohhhh," she moaned.

"Is he fucking you?" Tish asked.

"N-Noooo…"

Tish bent over to look at what was happening. Her face was under the dog's belly, between Carol's thighs, looking directly up at her open cunt and swinging sheath. Her tits dragged the floor by the nipples, and her tight little ass flared out behind her.

"He hasn't got a hard-on yet," she said. "Hold him there, Harley. I'm going to jack him off a little."

She reached out and played with the dog's sheath. She put the tips of her fingers to Carol's pussy and held the puffy gash apart while she rubbed back and forth on Greenie's sheath.

Greenie whimpered and tossed his head. He made Harley have to fight to keep him positioned over Carol's butt. He kept trying to hop down to get to the Labrador.

"Here it come!" Tish cried softly. "Ohhh, it's huge! Bigger than Charger's, Carol! There's the tip! Atta boy, Greenie. Let's see the rest of it!"

She jacked and rubbed, still holding Carol's cunt lips wide apart. Harley grunted with the effort of keeping the dog lifted. His balls were nestled warmly in the soft fur, and his prick kept throbbing because of the incredibly sexy view of Carol's ass he had.

He ran his eyes along the line of her spine, seeing the heated arch of it. He saw the way her round tits were flattened and bulging at the sides by the bed. Even the tumble of her auburn hair and the fleshiness of her parted, panting lips against the bed were sexy to him.

"There's some more!" Tish cried. "About an inch and half so far. Harley, move him up higher. Maybe he prick will come all the way out once he gets the tip into her pussy."

Harley grunted and manhandled the dog and got him forward a little more. Tish cried out with glee.

"There! Can you feel his prick, Carol?"

The pointed scarlet end nosed into the puffy flesh of a cuntlips. Tish maneuvered it until it was just inside the wet, silky cunt mouth, and then she jacked his rod harder, pulling on his sheath to get more of his prick into the squeezing pussy.

"Ohhhh, God-I can feel it now!" Carol cried. "Hot! Stiff! Ohhhh, make him fuck me, Tish! Make him fuck me!"

She switched her ass tightly back and forth. She felt ready to come. It was just the anticipation. Right then she was hot enough to be fucked by anything or anybody.

"Wow, there it goes! god, what a cock! Shoot it into her, Greenie!"

The thick prick suddenly slithered forward, uncoiling from the sheath, the scarlet tip seeking more of the silky warmth, more depth to surround it.

"Eeeeeuaaagh!" Carol shrieked, her head lifting with a jerk form the bed. "He's fucking me!" God, he's all the way up my cunt! Ohhh, I'm coming! Coommmiinngg!"

Harley watched her whole body tighten and shudder. He felt her ass shake. He envied the view Tish had of it, the way she could see the thick tube of cock surrounded by pulsing pussy meat.

He was so horny himself he couldn't stand it any more. The job was done anyhow. The dog was fucking Carol to a climax. A little more, and Greenie'd get his rocks off and the idea would be implanted.

He looked at Tish's flaring ass and wanted to fuck it, just the way Greenie was fucking Carol. He released the dog and stepped over him and started to get behind Tish, holding his prick as he moved. He noticed the Labrador was laying on her haunch with her leg in the air, licking her twat.

Greenie noticed it, too. He yowled and pulled out of Carol's sucking pussy and hopped over to the Labrador, his big prick thrusting from its sheath. The Labrador got to her feet and licked him in greeting and turned her ass to him.

"Ohhhh," Carol groaned.

"Damn it, Harley, you let go!" Tish cried.

"I wanted to fuck you. I thought it was all right."

"Well, get him off her! Don't let her come!"

Harley hurriedly separated the dogs and hauled Greenie back to Carol. The trouble was, the Labrador followed, not wanting to give up the chance to get fucked.

"Show him, Harley!" Tish ordered, flinging an arm around the Setter's neck so that he would have to look at Carol's ass.

Harley licked his lips. Carol moaned and weaved her butt back and forth. He hadn't forgotten her warning, and yet she looked as if she wanted to get fucked really bad.

He aimed his prick. Tish had her hands full, keeping the Labrador aside so that Greenie couldn't see her and forcing his head to remain turned towards Carol's pussy and Harley's big cock.

"Nooo," Carol moaned.

But she arched her spine and lifted her ass for her brother's prick, and he cuntlips puffed wide apart in readiness.

Harley let out a mewling sound. He got where Greenie had been, aiming his prick and pressing forward. His cock slid into the hot, squirming, silky, impossibly heavenly cunt of his older sister, and he was pressing up against her round ass until the firm globes were flattened.

"Carol! Oh, Carol! It's wonderful! Ohhhh, God!"

"Yaaaah, he's fucking me! My own brother's fucking me! Ohhhh, it's terrible! It's so damn terrible!"

Carol moaned and writhed under him and twisted, showing them all just how really terrible she thought it was. It was so terrible she came as if a stick of dynamite had been shoved up her cunt instead of a cock.

Her pussy exploded around Harley's prick, sucking and pulsing and squeezing and shaking. Juice flooded over and around the prickshaft, lubricating it, making it slide in and out of her box almost frictionlessly.

"Ahhhhgh!" Harley choked.

He pushed forward into her quaking hole and let got. Sperm flooded from the tip of his prick and made a sodden mass of her pussy. He couldn't believe how good it felt.

He couldn't believe the difference in pussies, either. All these years he'd lusted after Tish's cunt, dreaming about it, jacking off over it, wanting it.

But now that he'd fucked Carol, he knew there was no comparison. Tish's pussy was better than a dog's. But Carol's cunt was silkier and slicker and tighter and better than Tish's by just as much. Hell, it was no wonder Alec didn't want to give her up.

"You came in me!" Carol cried. "Ohhhh, Harley, you're my little brother, and you came in me!"

"Dumb bastard," Tish growled. "You were supposed to show the dog, not do it for him! Get off her ass!"

Harley pulled his prick out of his sister's snatch. It made a popping sound, and lengthy dribble of sperm came with it and fell to the floor. He looked down and saw that Carol's cunt was still squeezing and pulsing.

Tish had a hell of a time jeeping the dogs apart. Adding to her problem was the fact the Greenie kept taking licks at her pussy, still trying to her at that last candy he'd been cheated out of.

"You take the bitch, Harley. Plug her cunt up so this dam dog can't fuck her, and I'll get him to dick Carol.

Harley fumbled around behind the Labrador. She recognized him and his prick and what they were good for, and she turned her ass to him, lifting her tail out of the way so he could get at her cunt.

Tish struggled with the Setter, getting into the same position Harley had with him. Her wet pussy straddled his back, and the red hairs became mingled with the strawberry pussy hair as she lifted him onto Carol's weaving ass.

Harley fingered the Labrador's cunt. He looked over at Greenie and Tish. The Setter's dick was sticking out this time. He shifted the Labrador over and positioned her so that Greenie could watch his prick enter the dog's pussy.

"Watch closely, stupid," he said to Greenie.

Harley aimed his prick and put the tip of it between the dog's pussylips. He pushed forward. The Labrador whimpered and pushed back. His slippery cock slid all the way into the hot tunnel of her cunt.

Harley was shocked. He'd been wrong a moment ago. Fucking the dog was better than fucking Tish. He humped back and forth and knew he was going to come in her.

Greenie watched, all right. His red prick shot forward all the way, wet and slick.

But Tish didn't have him held right.

"Yaaagh!"

Carol's head jerked up and made her neck go rigid. She made claws of her fingers and dug them into the bedding. Her spine arched to the curve of a drawn bow, and she screamed throatily again.

"He's fucking my asshole!"

Greenie didn't care. The hole was tight and hot and slick, and he fucked back and forth in it as he watched Harley's big prick going in and out of the Labrador's pussy.

Tish felt her cunt grab and squirm. Her buttcheeks clenched tightly together, and her bung burned and prickled. The idea was absolutely fabulous!

She could stuff dog candies up her butt and train the wonderful fuckers to eat out her ass! Hell, they could double the price for a dog like that!

She hopped off Greenie, doing it cautiously, keeping herself ready to hop on again. But he didn't want to go anywhere this time. He must have used some kind of canine logic to figure out that Carol's asshole was better than a prick-plugged bitch's pussy.

Tish rolled onto the bed beside Carol, going on her back. She turned her head and saw the terrible depth of lust on Carol's face. She clapped her hand over her wet cunt and masturbated it eagerly, needing to come this time herself.

"Ohhhh, I'm going to come!" Carol moaned. "Right up my ass! No pain-just right up. That pointed prick. Ohhhh, that big knot is pushing and pulling and…

Aaaagh!"

Her scream was throaty, nearly a cry of agony. Her whole body crushed together with the spasms of her orgasm, and her ass shook and shuddered, her buttcheeks clamping tightly around the heavy, plunging prick between them.

Royal Green didn't stop. He fucked and fucked into the tight, quivering asshole, making Carol gasp and threaten to come again.

Tish laughed suddenly. The name had just hit her. Royal Green was a perfect name for him after all. He could fuck you royally until you were green! Shit, she could triple the price on him!

Her knees came up and fell wide apart, and she lifted her cunt to her hand and let it suck and pulse and leak and get ready to come and come.

She didn't hear the step outside or the door open cautiously. None of then did.

Chapter 18

"Carol, honey, I just stopped by to talk things ov-"

Alec stuck his head through the door. He seemed to stick in the crack. His eyes bulged, and his face went chalky for a moment as he looked at the scene before him.

Harley was straining forward, his knees on a pillow, his head tipped back, his cock shoved all the way up the steel-blue twitching pussy.

There was a goddamn Irish plunging and fucking away at his Carol's ass, and she was all screwed up in the spasming of orgasm he'd come to know so well.

And there was the little bitch Tish, with her legs spread as wide as they could get, finger up her little cunt, thumb rolling over her clit, encouraging them all on.

"My God!" he gasped.

The whiteness left his face, the color came back, growing deeper and deeper. Tish heard him. She turned her head and looked at him. She didn't stop masturbating a lick. Instead, she smiled with sultry heat at him and lifted her cunt higher.

"Ohhh, baby-come and fuck that big prick into my hot pussy!" she cried to him.

Carol whipped her head around. She was still coming. Her voice was a tight squeak of constriction.

"Alec…"

Harley shot his load into the Labrador's pussy at the same moment his head whipped around to see Alec standing there. The presence ruined the big roaring orgasm he'd built up to, but he knew better than to bitch to Alec about it.

"So this is way you wanted the fucking dogs!" Alec roared at Tish. "So you could work your perversions on your dumb brother and the sister you hate so much! You fucking little cunt, I ought to…"

His face went dark-red, and his fists balled.

"Yes, Alec-do it! Oh, God, come do it! Fuck the shit out of me, you big bastard!"

He strode towards the bed. He grabbed the Setter by the tail and pulled.

"Yaaaaah, no!" Carol screamed. "The knot! You'll pull my ass inside out!"

Alec let go. He didn't know what Carol was talking about, but the dog's prick was up her asshole, not his, and she ought to know what it felt like.

He looked at his girl, the woman he loved. It seemed unbelievable that she was doing this, letting a dog fuck her. But at the same time he knew that it hadn't been her doing. None of it had. It had all been Tish's evil little mind at work.

"Rotten little bitch." he growled

"Yes, yes, Alec. Nasty little slutty bitch. Punish me. Come fuck the shit out of me and teach me a lesson I'll never forget!" Tish cried, still swirling her hand over her cunt.

"By God, I will," Alec growled again.

He ripped his shirt off. He pushed his pants down. He didn't bother with his shoes. The slut didn't deserve any better than to get plowed by a guy still in his shoes and socks.

He jacked at his big prick. He saw Carol stare at him with wide eyes. "What the hell are you looking at?" he said to her. "You want a mirror so you can see yourself, baby?"

Carol looked away, hiding her shame by burying he face in her hands. Alec looked down at the nearly bald little twat. It was open and red and wet, and he hadn't had a good fuck since Carol had been to his place a month ago.

He was ready.

He was more than ready.

Even with a rotten bitch like Tish.

He got between her legs and aimed his cock. He didn't wet it. He put the tip against her cunt mouth and felt the slippery silkiness of it, the heat and juice.

The big Irish next to him howled and shuddered sinking his red prick into Carol's asshole and blasting her butt full of hot, boiling sperm.

The sight infuriated Alec. He saw red. He shoved his cock forward as hard and brutally as he could, raping it into Tish's open, shuddering maw of silky cunt meat.

"Yaaagh!" Tish bellowed.

The sound of her pain gave him immense satisfaction. He drew back and gave her another brutal lunge, banging his pubic bone against heres, making her naked butt scoot backward across the bed.

"Ahhh, God! Finally! Finally!" Tish cried.

Alec paused. That wasn't agony in her voice. That was triumph!

He looked at Carol. Carol had heard it, too. She looked into his face, and her color drained.

"Oh, Alec…" she said softly.

"I told you, Carol! I told you the little bitch had been lying to you! I told you I'd never fucked her!"

"Ahhh, you're doing it now, you big-pricked bastard. I knew I could get you. I can get any bastard I want. You just took a little longer, that's all. Carol, look at your boy friend. He's fucking me, Carol. See him fuck his big prick into my hot little pussy? Aren't you jealous, darling? Aren't you going to go off and pout for months on end again? Ahhhh, what a big prick he's got! Mmmm, I just love all your boy friends' big pricks!"

Tish tipped her head back and opened her mouth wide and laughed shrilly at the ceiling, at the gods above, at Fate itself. The whole world was hers to fuck. All she had to do was smile sweetly and shake her ass and spread her silky little twat open, and the earth itself would grow a spire up into her cunt!

Alec banged and plunged and thudded against her with fury. It had no effect. She loved it. She absorbed all the blows of his pounding momentum-packed hips.

And she thrived on it.

There was a perverse thrillingness to the knowledge. He'd heard of woman like that. The ones who could take anything and love it and come back for more. The ones you could expend the totality of your sexual energies on, no matter what form those took, and it would be like pouring water into a bottomless hole.

As a youngster, a horny, cock-centered youngster, he'd dreamed of meeting such a woman. Now he had her under his pounding hips, her cunt wrapped silkily around his ramrod cock. And he felt his anger begin to turn to lust.

He had full balls. Very full. His cock had been deprived for a month. He should be ready to blast her bottomless, savage cunt full, but something stayed him.

There was a sickness to this kind of woman he'd dreamed about as a youngster. A rank stench that didn't sit right in his nostrils.

He looked at Carol. The dog had gotten off her ass and was now fucking the Labrador. Carol was watching him, tense, expectant-afraid?

He thought back to his time with her. She had been bottomless, too. As alive and willing and open as any man could ever hope for. But there was a sweetness and beauty to her kind of appetite, something he wanted to care for, not punish.

He felt his prick throb on the verge of exploding.

"Carol!" he gasped.

"Oh, Alec… don't…"

"Don't what?"

"Don't-obey her."

"Have you stopped, Carol?"

"Yes, yes-oh, yes! Darling…"

She moved towards him, half rolling onto her back. He round tits rolled on her chest. Her lips fell slack and full and expectant. Her eyes were hazel and open and soulful.

And her pussy was wet and pure and open to him.

Tish growled and writhed under his pounding thrust. She gurgled with victory in the back of her throat. He looked down at her and wanted to spit in her open mouth and gag her.

He yanked his cock from her churning pussy, her grasping, sucking, evil cunt. He shifted his position and came against Carol, and she spread willingly under him with a small sound of gladness, of total acceptance.

His prick slid into her oiled cunt, the sweet haven that had no equal anywhere on this earth.

She rose up to meet him, and his sperm spilled from the tip of his prick and flooded into her cunt, cleansing her, washing out all the bad that Tish had placed there, and leaving her clean and pure again.

"Darling-darling, I was such a fool to listen to her!" Carol cried, flinging her arms tightly about his neck, hugging him, tears of joy leaking from her eyes and wetting her cheeks.

"Ahhh!" she cried blissfully, sliding her sucking pussy up around his throbbing cock, milking it, conforming to it all along its length until they were as one.

The sound came from far off. It was an ugly intrusive sound. It punched through the satiny, nebulous bliss of their togetherness and was raucous in their ears.

"Bastard! Fucking dirty bastard!" Ohhhh, you left me hanging! But I got you! I got your cock into me! I made you fuck me! I can make anybody fuck me! Harley, you little shit-get over here and finish me off! Harley, your cock! Give me you cock!"

Carol looked at her brother. He stood near the center of the room, watching them all. She held her breath. Don't do it, Harley! she cried inwardly.

He went over to the fucking dogs and batted Greenie's ass until he jumped down off the bitch. Harley lifted his prick and stuck it in the Labrador's pussy.

"Harley, you little shit!" Tish screamed at him, her face red and ugly now.

Harley fucked the dog and didn't look at her. Greenie watched him, his eyebrows lifted up and down alternately in disappointment. He turned and walked towards Tish, then hopped up between her legs and panted at her face.

"Nice doggy," Tish moaned, hugging him. "Give me your big horny prick, you beautiful dog. Ohhh, that it! Now you've got it, darling! Ohhh, right in my cunt! Fuck it! Fuck my Cunt! Yes, yes, like that! Ohhh, what a big, wonderful prick! I'm going to love training dogs!"

She tossed her head back and forth and made her gobbling, bottomless pussy suck up and down his shaft. She moaned and crooned and hugged the dog tightly to her body and came furiously, flinging her legs about his furry body.

Alec looked at Carol. They stood up. They picked up their clothes. Carol paused at the door, looking back. Harley looked at her. He said nothing, buy there was a sadness in his face that said more than words.

Alec tugged on her arm. She looked at him for a moment, then turned her back on the room and went with him.

For always, this time.

Content

J. S. Bradley
Sister_s dog hunger

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18