J. Bradley - Sister_s dog hunger

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.

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.