J. Bradley - Sister_s dog hunger

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…

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!"