J. Bradley - Sister_s dog hunger

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.