Month: February 2018

SISTER’S DOG HUNGER – Chapter 6

SISTER’S DOG HUNGER – Chapter 6
Carol heard the rumble of the truck coming up the drive. She gasped and whirled
around and knew that would have to be Harley with another load of dogs.
She snatched her hand from her panties and pulled up her cutoffs quickly, zipping
them. She wiped her wet, drooling finger on the shorts. She trembled all over.
Not because Harley had nearly caught her masturbating, although that would have
been shameful enough. She trembled because that one orgasm hadn’t been enough.
One was never enough. And she knew herself well enough to know that she was going
to be an absolute mess until she got to Alec’s and let him fuck her and fuck her.
Self-loathing washed through her briefly. She could see Alec’s smug grin already. He
was a cagey, cruel bastard after all, just the way Tish always said. He’d stayed away and
hadn’t called her because he was so damn sure of himself, so sure she wouldn’t be able
to stay away from his thrusting prick.
And he’s right, damn him!
The truck stopped. Barking sounded in the air. Harley slammed the door, and the
barking paused and started up again. She went out to greet him, her legs and fingers
still trembling. She didn’t know what to do.
She felt so tugged and pushed and pulled and bent out of shape she didn’t know how
much more she could stand. Alec pulled one way, and Tish the other. Her wanton
desires made her feel slutty, but they couldn’t be denied. And through it all, she had to
act as if nothing bothered her at all – not even the knowledge that Alec had fucked
dear, darling, sweet little Tish.
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She looked at Harley. She stood there and wanted to cry because it was all so
impossible, so hopeless. Harley swaggered around the side of the truck in boots and
Levi’s and that silly cowboy hat he’d bought himself.
"Hey there, Carol!" he waved at her.
He cocked his hat on the back of his head and spat to the side and chewed on a
toothpick. He put one foot on the bumper of the truck the way a real cowboy would do
it and grinned at her.
"Lookee in the truck and check the passel of stock I got me," he drawled, trying for
Texan and ending up barely intelligible. "Man, what a bargain!"
He grinned from ear to ear. He was pushing twenty, but he acted twelve most of the
time. Something in Carol’s stomach sank, because the commotion in the truck didn’t
sound like six Great Dane puppies. It sounded as if the county pound had been packed
inside, and the first thing she could think of was the money – all the money.
Before she could ask him anything, he spun on his boot heel and opened the side door.
A swarm of dogs spilled out into the gangway and ran exploringly around the side of
the kennel into the fenced yard.
A river of dogs. All sizes, all ages, all colors, all kinds, purebred and mongrel and
everything in between.
"Oh, Harley!" Carol cried, watching the flood of furry flesh with horror. "What have
you done?"
"I bought us a passel of dogs, Sis," he grinned. "Real cheap. The guy I saw knew of
another guy who was going out of business, and I took ’em all. Man, that’s stock!" he
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cried gleefully. He whooped at them and slapped his hat on his pants like the dangedest
cowboy around.
Carol stared at him. She said nothing. She turned around after a moment and marched
towards the house. She was shaking again, but for a different reason this time.
Tish had insisted he could be trusted. With nearly the last of the money. The dollars
had slipped away so fast it was dizzying, and Carol knew she should have put her foot
down earlier. But she hadn’t. And now she stood at the sink in the house and looked
into the yard at the milling mass of dogs and nearly cried.
Alec had been right about that, too. The venture had been doomed from the start. But
he’d been right for the wrong reason. There was nothing wrong with the kennel idea. It
was Tish and Harley.
Carol turned away and went to her room. She lay on her bed and indulged herself in an
orgy of self-pity. Years of scrimping and hoarding and guarding the money – and for
nothing. For a yard full of yapping mutts that no one would buy. She wondered if there
were enough money left to feed them all for the next three months.
She stayed in her room for a long time. She could hear Tish and Harley for a while, and
then just the dogs. She wondered what to do. She felt like tossing in the towel and
giving up on them and letting her brother and sister make their own ways to hell.
Should she crawl to Alec and beg for his help? Should she just crawl away period? Was
there a rich man around as stupid as Harley who would buy them out?
The sun was gone when she got off her bed finally. She had decided nothing – only to
try to talk sense to Tish and Harley and try to make them understand the gravity of
their situation.
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She went down the hallway and stopped in front of Tish’s door. She heard a strange
moan from the other side of it. She paused and listened again. Harley laughed at the
TV downstairs, and she knew he was planted there in front of it for the rest of the
night, wearing his goddamn hat.
"Ohhhhh, that’s right, baby, that’s right," Tish moaned softly from behind her door.
Carol flushed. The slut had one of her boy friend’s in there again, and they were
fucking!
She turned away in disgust, then paused and listened again. The sounds brought her
mind back to her own pussy, her own need, and her cunt began to pulse and suck
inward again, all along its silky, wet channel.
"Mmmm, lick it, honey – lick my pussy!" Tish whispered softly, moaning again.
"Ohhhh, like that, baby. Yes! Oh, yes, darling! Mmmm, you’re going to make me
come! Ohhh, yes, yes! Harder! Deeper! Sink your tongue… Oh! Oh, I’m coming!
Charger, I’m coming! EEEEEEE!"
Carol listened to the sucking sounds, the moaning, the thrashing around. Her scalp
tingled, and her cunt throbbed deeply.
Charger!
It can’t be really happening!
She sucked in her breath. She heard Tish moan again and again. There was the click of
canine nails against the wooden floor, a quiet, whimpering sound.
Carol put her hand on the doorknob and held her breath and felt her heart hammer in
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her chest. She had to know!
She eased the door open a crack and put her eye to it. The sounds were louder. Tish
kept gasping. There was a wet, slurping sound. Carol couldn’t see anything but the
dresser in the corner of the room.
She held her breath and opened the door wider and wider until she saw them. Tish sat
in her chair, naked, her butt resting on the edge of the seat, her legs spread wide.
She fondled and squeezed and rolled her swollen tits in her dainty hands. Her pussy
tipped up and down, rocking and shuddering with each gasp from her slack, heated
lips.
Charger stood between her legs, his muzzle buried between her spread thighs. He
licked constantly at her flowing, orgasming pussy, his long tongue drilling into her cunt
hole, slurping out the honeyed juice he’d developed a taste for.
Carol choked with an audible sound. Tish heard it. She opened her eyes and turned her
lovely, mischievous face. She looked right at Carol. She pursed her pretty lips and
moaned and then shuddered with another orgasm, her slim body twisting and shaking
in the chair.
"Oohhhh, Carol! He’s making me come again! Ohhhh, God, what a wonderful cunt-
sucker! God! Oh, God! Come in and close the door! Ohhh, honey, you’ll love it!"
Carol watched her young sister drum her feet softly on the floor as her body wrenched
with spasms of bliss. She didn’t know why she obeyed Tish. It should have been the
other way around. She was older; she’d been the parent for all these years. But again, as
with too many other times, she did what Tish told her to.
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She stepped into the room and closed the door. Charger stopped licking Tish’s pussy
long enough to glance up and run his long tongue over his chops. He danced excitedly
between Tish’s legs, clicking his toenails on the floor, then snuffled back against the
wet, pink, shaking meat of Tish’s pussy.
Carol stood and watched, her eyes wide. She saw the long, flat tongue lick up and down
the silky gash. She watched it push the puffy lips aside to get at the core of Tish’s horny
cunt.
She watched it bathe the strawberry pubes on her sister’s twat, lick over her mound,
along the soft, inner surfaces of her thighs. Then she shivered with vicarious sensation
when it massaged the straining erect clit at the top of Tish’s swollen slit.
"Ohhh, baby, that’s enough!" Tish cried weakly. "That’s all I can take right now! God,
Carol! Four times! Ohhh, I didn’t know I could come four times at once like that!
Nobody’s ever made me come four times at once before – ever!"
She pushed at Charger’s head. The dog didn’t want to stop licking. He lapped at her
thighs and wrists and hands and charged back between her thighs at every opportunity.
"Carol, help!" Tish laughed. "Get him away, honey!"
Obediently, Carol reached down for Charger. His head whipped around, and his
tongue lapped over her face. He whimpered and danced excitedly.
Carol straightened up. She caught the aroma of Tish’s cunt juice from the wet streak
Charger had left on her face. It was a heady scent. The whole scene was intoxicating.
Then, when Charger pushed his snout between her thighs and lapped there at her
cutoffs and the damp panties underneath, it became downright inebriating.
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"Oh, God," she whispered, feeling her cunt throb and pulse and come totally alive
again.
"He wants to lick your cunt, Carol," Tish said, a mischievous little smile playing at her
lips. "Take off your shorts and lie on the bed and let him eat you out, honey. I promise
you, it’s the best job you’ve ever had done on your hot pussy!"
"No… no, I… God, Tish, how could you!"
Tish rose from the chair. Her pointed tits thrust forward and swung tightly on her
chest. She approached her older sister, reached out, and put her hands on Carol’s hips,
standing very close.
"Come on, Carol. You’ve got to be needing it real bad by now. You haven’t let Alec
fuck his crummy cock in you for nearly a month."
"Shut up! Shut up, you little slut!"
"Baby, you’ve got to be starving for a big come," Tish went on, ignoring Carol’s
outburst. She smoothed her dainty hands over Carol’s hips and around to her tight butt
cheeks, filling her body with terrible sensation.
"Tish, stop!" Carol choked. "Damn you, stop!" It was a watery kind of protest. It made
Tish grin even more.
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 up all the honey running out of your wet, flowing pussy.
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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.

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