J. Bradley - Sister_s dog hunger

"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.

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.