J. Bradley - Sister_s dog hunger

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.

"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.