J. Bradley - Sister_s dog hunger

She drew strongly on his prick, and he couldn't keep from groaning. Carol sucked as heatedly as she fucked, and Alec had never met a girl even remotely like her.

He didn't know what drove her, what made her so sexually volatile, but he wanted to know. He wanted to smooth it out for her, because he genuinely cared about her.

His cock throbbed in her mouth, and he tipped his head back and sucked in his breath, trying not to come. It wasn't that he didn't want to come. But he didn't have the fantastic kind of staying power that she did, and he wanted to last long enough to drain her dry this time.

He wanted to leave her so fucked out that she was wobbly and bowlegged and would be incapable of staying away for two weeks again. He wanted her to realize that she ought to marry him and let her trampy sister and stupid brother fend for themselves, now.

She'd done her duty. More than her duty. It was time to break free.

He looked down and watched her silky lips purse around his prick. Her head bobbed back and forth, and her tongue stripped the bottom of his shaft and rolled around the cockhead, teasing him and milking him for the rush of his hot sperm.

He tried not to think about how good it felt to have her lips wrapped around his cock, about how easy it would be for him to give himself over to her soft-sucking mouth and let his prick explode there, hosing his cum down her throat.

He thought about the dog-kennel thing instead. Maybe he should keep his nose out of it after all-just let her go ahead and set it up for Tish and Harley and then make another try at weaning her away from them. If they were set up, she wouldn't have that excuse not to marry him any more.

His thoughts broke off when Carol moaned and began sucking more fervently on his prick. Her soft lips nearly reached to his pubes, and he could feel her throat constricting and squeezing around the throbbing head of his dick.

Her right arm began to jiggle at the same time, and he knew what she was doing. Her hand was still over her wet pussy. He could hear the liquid sounds her fingers made in her silky cuntflesh.

He glanced over his shoulder and saw her hand swirl over her sodden pussy as she finger-fucked her drooling box. Her knees were up and bent, her thighs completely open.

Her cunt squirmed and quaked, her hips circled with terrible heat. Her lips and tongue worked over his prick faster and faster, and he knew she was going to bring herself off at any moment.

As much as he hated to, he pulled his prick from her sucking mouth and rested his butt on her pillowing tits, gasping harshly. She'd nearly brought him off, too, and he wasn't ready for another one yet.

"Alec… Alec!" she moaned, grabbing at his cock with her free hand, wanting it back between her soft lips, her other hand swirled over her pussy meat, her fingers circled the stretching, throbbing nub of her clit.

He scooted backward quickly and stared down at her pulsing, sucking cunt. He watched her fingertips play with her clitoral root and slide up and down her silky gash.

He watched her rim her cunt hole with one finger. She stretched the silky, muscular ring wide and allowed him to see up her pussy into the incredibly wet redness and then shot her finger all the way up her cunt hole as far as she could make it go.

"Alec I'm going to come! Ohhhh, don't let me come this way! Fuck me, darling! Fuck that big cock into my pussy again! Suck my cunt off! Alec, do something-quick!"

Her body shuddered and heaved, nearly out of control again. Her finger pumped wetly in and out of her scarlet pussy hole. He waited just a moment longer, then snatched her hand away. Her cunt made a slurping pop as it suddenly became empty.

He scooped his hands under her rounded buttcheeks and lifted her hips from the bed. Her thighs fell wide, and her pussy lifted high, quivering and pulsing, on the verge of another orgasm.

"Ohhhh, do something, darling!"

He dropped his face to her cunt. He opened his mouth wide and covered the whole wet, squirming mass of pulsing silk with his mouth, and he shot his tongue deeply into her hot cunt hole.

"Eeeee! I'm coming!" she screamed.

She wrenched violently, nearly jerking her ass from his hands. Her pussy twisted around his tongue and then clamped down on it in spasming waves of muscular reflex as still another orgasm tore through her overheated body.

He didn't let her rest for a moment. He knew she had to be nearing the end of her endurance. He wanted it to be a glorious end. One that she would remember a long time.

He slipped his tongue from her silky hole and lapped up her drenched gash with it. He circled the tip of her clit, then massaged the engorged throbbing clitoral root, all the while holding her ass in his hands high off the bed.

"Oh! Oh, darling! Ohhh, let me rest a minute, Alec, Ohhh, what are you doing to my clit? God, I feel so slutty when I get this hot, Alec…"

She twisted her head to the side and felt a moment of shame again. She wished she didn't get turned on this high. It made her feel sluttier than Tish. It made her wonder what she was going to do for sexual release without Alec's wonderful prick and sucking lips.

There had been a discreet number of other men when she had turned twenty. And then her parents had died, and her little sister Tish, only thirteen at the time, had blossomed into a sexy little doll, complete with hot little ass and ready pussy and the capacity to fuck and fuck.

After Tish had seduced three men away from her, Carol had nearly stopped dating at all, admitting defeat. She was pretty enough. But Tish had that something extra that compelled men to fuck her.

Carol wasn't stupid. She knew what Tish was doing to her boy friends. And she knew why. The little slut was getting back at Carol for being big sister, for being boss of the house when there were no parents any more.

Carol kept telling herself that it was a phase Tish was going through, that she'd get over it and find her own men and leave hers alone. Or that Tish would realize Carol didn't have any choice but to be boss, since she was so much older and since her sister and brother had to be raised by someone.

It had seemed that way with Alec, finally. For a long time. Until… until

…

"Oh, Alec, why did you do it!" she cried aloud, tossing her head to the side again, putting the back of her hand to her mouth in a wail of agony. "Why did you fuck her!"

If Alec had heard the question, he wasn't answering it. He couldn't, of course. He would try to pretend. But Tish had already told her the details-all the wet, sensuous details, gloating over them the way she always did.

Carol felt a surge of anguish pass through her again. It was nearly strong enough to make her forget the thrilling sensation of his tongue on her oozing pussy.

He wiped his face against her thigh and smeared her cunt juiced from his lips to her soft skin. He held her by the ass, then gave a slow twist urging her to roll over onto her stomach.

Carol moaned with undeniable heat and let go of the anguish and did his bidding. It was the last time with him. She couldn't ruin it. She had to have it last and last. She rolled onto her stomach and gasped and wondered what he was going to do next…

Alec stared down at her red-meated cunt all the while. His prick speared rigidly from his loins and throbbed in the air, leaking clear oil down the tip.

"Alec…" she gasped. "What are you doing?"

"Don't resist, honey."

"But…"

"I'm going to fuck you good and hard. That's what you want me to do, isn't it? Don't you want my big prick all the way up your pretty pussy again, honey? Hosing and squirting hot cum into you? Open your legs, Carol."

He gave her thighs a prying tug she couldn't resist. He felt her asscheeks with his hands kneading them and spreading the buns wide. She could feel his hot gaze running up and down her deep cleft, and her asshole sucked and pulsed with the wantonness of the sensation.