J. Bradley - Sister_s dog hunger

She kneaded the firm flesh of her sister's ass and pushed her naked tits against Carol's blouse. Her green eyes twinkled with lust and mischief.

"Let Charger lick it, Carol," she urged. "He loves licking wet pussy. All you have to do is lie back and let him drink all the honey running out of your wet, flowing pussy. And you'll love it, I promise. You'll come and come, just like I did. Four times, sweetie, and I didn't even have to wiggle."

Carol stammered. She gasped constantly. She couldn't have said anything intelligible if her life had depended on it.

She looked at Charger. She looked at her hot, sexy little sister. She felt her cunt spasm and writhe and send a fresh flood of juice into her panties.

"Ohhhh, God…" she groaned helplessly.

She let Tish lead her with an arm about her waist, her legs feeling stiff and rubbery at the same time. Her mouth was partially open and slack-lipped. She turned around dutifully when they reached Tish's bed.

Tish pushed close to her and ran her dainty hands up and down Carol's thighs, feeling her, teasing her even more, heating her.

"Ohhhh, Tish, what're you doing!" Carol moaned, watching the hands stroke sensation through her thighs and ass. "Tish, you're a girl. You shouldn't be feeling me up that way. You're my sister! Ohhh, stop playing with my pussy like that, Tish!"

Tish's hands were gentle and dainty, her fingers were nimble and terribly exciting-shamefully exciting, the way they teased around the edges of Carol's shorts and pinched at her swollen cunt lips underneath the fabric.

"Come on, honey," Tish said softly. "Let's slip out of these. Charger can't lick your pussy through these shorts. He likes bare, pink, wet flesh to run his wonderful tongue over and into."

Carol stood there and let Tish undo the fastening of her shorts. She felt strangely powerless, disturbingly helpless, fully at the mercy of her sister's touch and her own body's violent craving for sexual release.

She looked at Tish's pointed tits swinging and jiggling right before her eyes, and she saw the excitingly spiked nipples. Her own were that spiked, that rubbery and red-maybe even more. She knew it. She could feel them punching against her thin blouse.

She glanced down at Tish's strawberry-downed cunt and saw the gleam of juice on the puffy twat lips and inner thighs, and she knew her own were twice as wet and slick.

Tish's nimble fingers spread the cutoffs wide and hooked into the material and pushed down. Carol stood helplessly and let her young sister undress her. It was a strange reversal of roles. She remembered the time she had undressed Tish when she was a little girl.

The shorts and panties rolled over her round, tight asscheeks. The pulled stickily away from her drenched puffy gash, and slid down her thighs. They fell into a damp puddle on the floor at her feet, and then she felt Tish's eyes eagerly staring at her naked, soaking pussy.

"Mmmmm, Carol-your cunt's so wet! Ohhhh, I knew you were ready for a big one. Charger-here, darling. Look what Carol's got waiting for you to lick up, you sweet boy."

"No…" Carol choked. But she couldn't resist Tish's determined push against her chest and boobs.

She went onto her rump on the bed, sitting there in a daze. She looked at Charger's lolling tongue and the brightness of his eyes, and she shuddered with a sudden thrill of expectation.

"Ohhhh…" she groaned. "Tish, stop. Tish, don't. This is terrible. This is perverted. Ohhh, you little slut, stop!"

Tish didn't stop. She laughed softly. She hooked her fingers in the hem of Carol's blouse and leaned over, her own tits swinging tautly on her chest.

"Come on, sweetie. Off with the blouse, too. When Charger's long, wonderful tongue drills into your squirming pussy hole, you're going to want to play with your tits over and over, and you can't do that right with this blouse on."

She lifted, stripping the garment from Carol's body. Her round tits caught in the material and pulled upward and then bobbed back into place, the nipples spearing from the firm ends.

"Ohhhh, this is terrible!" Carol groaned, lifting her arms over her head, letting Tish make her completely naked.

"Terrible, hell," Tish whispered softly, "Mmm, I'd forgotten how big and round your tits are."

She put her dainty hands on them and squeezed the firm jugs and rolled them over Carol's chest. Carol stared with wide eyes, watching Tish's nipples stretch outward a little more with excitement.

"You like playing with my tits!" she gasped, making it sound like a shameful thing.

Tish looked at her strangely. "Come on, Carol," she said. "When are you going to stop being such a prude! You're missing half your life by not living it. If it feels good to have me play with your big tits, then lie back and enjoy it."

"No! No…" Carol gasped, trying to reach up and push Tish's hands away. Her arms seemed very sluggish, nearly useless. She wanted to make Tish stop. She wanted not to do this-really, she didn't…

"Come on, Charger!" Tish called quickly. "Eat her cunt out and make her blow her puritanical mind! Come on, sweet doggie. Eat big sister’s pussy all up!"

Tish pulled the dog forward between Carol's thighs. His tongue shot out and lapped furiously at the draining mouth of her silky cunt.

"Yaaaaah!" Carol cried, screaming with the sensation.

Charger snuffed and blew against her pussy. His tongue washed over her bloated twat lips and milked more juice from them. He sank the long, lapping organ between then and past the muscular ring of her spasming, silky cunt mouth, running it deep into her writhing hole.

"Ohhhh, God! God!" Carol cried.

She fell onto her back on the bed and grabbed her round tits in her hands and came immediately her knees shooting up and wide apart.

She squeezed her tits and rolled her hips on the bed and hunched her snatch up and down, letting the writhing tongue fuck her horny cunt into a second explosion.

"Ahhhhhhhgh!" she screamed, one cry blending into the first, the spasms ripping through her starved cunt one after the other without pause.

"Tish! Tish! Make him stop! Don't get me turned on! God, don't get me started, Tish! I can't stop! OHHHH! AAAAAGH!"

Carol thrashed on the bed, bouncing up and down. Her thighs scissored and squeezed, and her cuntlips sucked around the long wet tongue plunging between them and eating her pussy out.

Tish looked at her older sister quizzically. Was all that one hard come? Or had she come twice already?

She grinned slowly. She put her hand to her sparsely furred cunt mound and swirled her fingers over it. She spread her pussy lips with her middle one and made her own juices flow again.

"Darling, you're really already turned on," she said gently. "Oooo, look at him go, Carol! You should see the way Charger's tongue is drilling into your sweet pussy! You must taste better to him than my cunt did. My God, look at him!"

"Ohhhh, I don't have to look, you little brat! I can feel him! Oh, make him stop, Tish! Before it's too late."

It was a ridiculous request. It was already too late by far. Besides, all she had to do was reach down and push Charger's head away and pull her panties up and walk out of the room, if she really wanted to end it.

But the dog's tongue was long and thrilling. It moved and twirled constantly in her eager cunt. It spread into her eager hole and stretched her pussy walls and lapped up all the juice that flowed from them.

Carol couldn't help the way her hips switched and churned on the bed, the way her crotch rocked up and down and made her pussy rotate about Charger's licking, thrusting tongue.

She mauled her hard, swollen tits with her hands, then reached down and touched the sleek head between her thighs.