"Do it-do it," Carol whispered huskily, her voice sounding as if it were coming from a long way off. "Come again, Tish. Fuck the dog until you come again!"
She reached out, putting her hand on Charger's flank and smoothing her fur. His head tossed, and his tongue lapped at her face with a wet kiss.
Carol scooted closer. She watched his big black balls swing under his belly. She watched his prick plunge in and out of her sister's cunt. She felt a lustful stirring in her pussy again. She even smoothed her palm over Tish's tight-fleshed rump, petting it and looking at it as if it were something she'd grown very fond of.
A strange thought began screwing through her mind. It hit her wrong at first, and then she got more and more used to it, and it seemed all right.
She didn't mind a bit that Charger was fucking Tish. He'd fucked her, and she had come. Now he was fucking Tish. But Carol didn't feel the slightest bit of jealously.
She let out a small sob suddenly. God, she wished she could feel the same way about men-about Alec! No jealously. Let him fuck Tish. Let him plunge his cock into her pussy, into her asshole. Let him come and come in her young little body-so what!
She tried. She squeezed her eyes shut and really tried to forgive him, to feel nothing.
But it didn't work.
Alec wasn't a dog. Alec was the man she loved-had loved. Now he was a fucking bastard, just like all the rest of them, ready to slip his dick into the first hot pussy that spread open for him.
"Oh, Charger!" she cried softly, hugging the dog's rump, pressing her cheek up against his fur, then her soft lips.
She fondled his swinging balls lovingly. He continued to fuck in and out of Tish's box. She didn't care.
"Come in her, darling-come!"
Charger growled. Tish gasped.
"It's swelling up inside my cunt, Carol! Ohhhh, what a big pointed cock! Oh, he going to come in me again! What are you doing to him? Keep doing it! Keep… Oh, Christ. I'm going to come again! Again! I can't believe it!"
"Yes, yes! Come! Come!" Carol cried.
She watched. She felt. The balls in her palms compacted and shivered. The furry haunches made rabbity plunges, and then Charger growled out another orgasm, making Tish squeal through one of her own.
It was a hard come for her. She seemed to shrivel up under the force of it. Her tits spiked incredibly and stabbed into the bed. Her body thrashed and spasmed sideways, yanking her ass from under Charger's belly.
His red prick throbbed in the air, and a spurt of dog-cum jetted from the pointed tip and spattered against the rounded side of Tish's hip and ran down.
Tish lay on her side and moaned and thrashed until her orgasm was over. Carol reached out and touched the wet streak with the tip of her finger. She smelled the heady scent. She put her finger between her parted pussylips and slipped it into her cunt, swirling it around, transferring the drop of dog-cum from her finger to her sodden cunt walls. She moaned softly and closed her eyes again.
She had a new lover…
Tish sat up suddenly, cocking her head curiously. "Listen!" She glanced towards the window, now dark with night. "Carol, listen!"
Carol opened her eyes slowly, dreamily. She looked at Tish and saw the attentive expression on her face. Then she glanced towards the window too.
The noise came to her faintly-the barking and yapping of the dogs in the kennel.
"Somebody's out there, Carol!" Tish cried with alarm.
She jumped off the bed, tits bobbing, wet snatch draining sperm down the insides of her thighs. She wet to the window and looked out but couldn't see anything because of the darkness outside and the strong light inside the room.
She turned around, still standing naked in the window, and looked at Carol. "We'd better see who it is, Carol! They might be trying to steal our dogs or poison them or something!"
"It's probably just Harley, Tish," Carol said quietly.
"Oh, crap! You know he won't leave that TV set until everything's off the air. Come on! Get dressed!"
She snatched up her panties and lifted one trim leg and then the other, stepping into them hurriedly. Carol watched her thin-haired pussy spread apart and close again, the meat pink and sodden.
"Come on, Carol!"
Tish pulled on some faded Levi's and a tank top and shook her strawberry hair around her shoulders, making her firm tits point and jiggle against the satiny fabric as she did.
"It's just Harley, Tish." Carol said again.
Tish went to the door and opened it and listened out into the hall. The sound of the TV was faint. Tish wasn't satisfied. She went down the stairs into the glare made by the tube, then came up again.
"He isn't there, Carol!"
Carol had gotten off the bed to stand by the window. She was still naked. Charger sat at her feet and panted and licked her leg and butt in a tentative way, as if interested in more of this new fun game but a little too pooped to try it again for a while.
"I told you," Carol said.
"Get Dresses. Maybe he went out to look and now he's in trouble."
She was very agitated. Carol sighed heavily. She patted Charger's sleek head and sighed again, moving away from the window to get into her clothes, again doing what Tish told here to. But she took her damn sweet time about it.
Chapter 11
Harley shifted his cowboy hat the back of his head and wiped his brow. He breathed heavily and licked dry lips and stroked his hand up and down his rigid, throbbing cock.
He stared through the kennel window towards the bright rectangle of light where Tish's bedroom was and ran his eyes hungrily over the illuminated thrust of her tits, the sweet flare of her naked hips beneath the pinched waist.
He watched her put her hands to the window and cup then in an effort to see into the darkness, and he silently cursed the clamoring gaggle of dogs milling in their cages.
He watched Tish turn from the window and stand there talking-apparently to Carol, unless she had one of her boy friends up in her room again fucking him.
Harley decided that was it. Why would Tish be naked with Carol in the room?
As soon as the question formed itself in his mind, a Lesbian answer came and swept a flash of heat through him and made his cock throb heavily. He jacked his rod and groaned and stared at the pert, tight, sexy outline of Tish's naked ass in the window.
God, if she only knew what she did to him!
Harley felt his balls draw up and threaten to erupt. He slowed the pace of his jacking hand, wanting it to last. As a matter of fact, he had a much better idea than jacking off while thinking about Tish again.
So much better eh hadn't been able to wait until his sister's had gone to bed.
He licked his lips and moaned again. The TV had been lousy tonight. It had been almost pure torture to sit in front of it, when all the time he kept thinking about the big Labrador bitch and her dripping cunt.
He wanted to glance around to look at her in the cage again, But Tish was still in the window, and he couldn't take his eyes from her nude body.
I'd like to fuck her and fuck her! he thought.
She treated him like a piece of shit. She called him stupid and dummy and all the rest. He went along with it, just the show how nice he could be. Just in hopes that he'd catch her in an extra good mood with her guard down one day and let him fuck her.
He gad it all planned. She'd be in her little damn bikini, the top of it off while she sunned her tits. He'd come up to her. She wouldn't put the top on, and he's stare at her tits and get a roaring big hard-on. She'd ask to see his prick, and he'd whip it out. Then she'd go all swoony over his big tool and lie back and spread her legs, and he'd just fuck the shit out of her.
Harley groaned and stopped his hand completely, gripping his cock until it pained, trying to hold back his spurting cum.
Tish moved from the window. He looked harder, a frown of disappointment wrinkling his forehead.