"I didn't make any agreement!"
"WE made it. We outvoted you. What the hell-it's paying off already." she looked back at the panel. The woman was looking furtively around the room, checking to be sure the door was closed and the windows covered.
She stared straight at them, and Carol ducked instinctively.
"She can't see us," Harley whispered, pushing up against her back still. "I checked. She's just catching sight of herself in the mirror. Man, look at the heat in her face, I'll bet her pussy's shaking and flapping like butterfly wings right now."
If the woman's wasn't, Carol's was. She surreptitiously out her hand to her cunt and pressed in hard, feeling the dampness from her undried pubes really soaking into her dress now. Or was it pussy juice already?
The woman moaned again. She went over to the couch that was against the wall. Charger followed her, prancing eagerly, his tongue lolling, his ears pricked up. Already, his cock was a red tip spurting through his furry sheath.
"Where did she come from?" Carol questioned. "How did she know?"
"I told her." Tish said.
"You what?"
"God, Carol-she just drove in and said she's heard about the new kennel and wanted a companion. I told her we bred very special companions, and she started giggling. I told her she could try him out, and the old bat nearly wet her panties right there in the yard. She couldn't even wait till she got home."
"Where did this one-way glass come from? Who put it up-and why?"
"I did," Harley said. "I had some in the ba-I had some," he choked.
Carol turned her head and looked at him through the dimness. Her eyes bulged when she saw the high color in his face.
The horny little voyeur! That was what she'd noticed different about the main bathroom a few weeks ago! He'd put one in there so he could peep at Tish and her while they were showering and pissing and everything! That was why he had that new picture hanging on his bedroom wall! So he could swing it aside and have a full view if then every time the used the bathroom!
"Harley, you little-" she started.
"Shhh!" Tish hushed.
She sucked in her breath and stared through the panel, and Carol couldn't help looking herself. She wished she hadn't. She could feel it starting all over again, the sensations, the need.
The woman had pulled her skirt to her waist and pushed blue panties to her knees. Charger was leaning over the side of her hip, lapping at her pubes, trying to sink his tongue between her pussylips.
The woman groaned and bucked up. She hurriedly slipped one leg out of the panties, glanced at the door, then stared for a moment into the mirror to see herself and what the doggie was doing to her wet, trembling snatch.
"Ohhhhhh, God!" she cried, the sound grating and audible.
Her legs shot wide apart, and her bush fanned into full view. Her cuntlips were bloated and shiney, dripping with hot juice. Charger fairly leaped over her outstretched leg to get between her thighs, and his tongue lapped and lapped at her cunt.
"Oh! Ohhhhh! Oh, wonderful! Oh, I love you!" the woman cried. "I want you, I want you! Ohhhh, you're mine-yes!"
"Stop it, Tish," Carol gasped. "God, make them stop it!"
"Carol, have a heart! The old gal's lonely. She hasn't had a cunt-sucking like that in her whole life, I'll bet. What man could stand to listen to that horrible voice for more time then it took him to run out of the place? She needs a good fucking, Carol. Think of the wonderful service we're going to be giving to lonely women."
"And men," Harley choked.
Carol became fascinated. They could see halfway up the woman's spread cunt. Despite her voice and her rather plain face, she had a tight, curving body, firm and in good shape.
The kind that needed lots of fucking.
But not from my Charger! she cried silently.
Her hand jiggled over her pussy. She was acutely conscious of the rigid length of Harley's prick pressing more and more tightly against her ass, the increasing heaviness of his breathing.
"Oh, my!" the women cried sharply.
Her eyes popped open. Her belly hunched up and down. Her fingers curled and the clutched at Charger's head, pulling his sharp nuzzled and his long tongue deep into her crotch.
"Oh, God, you're going to make me come! I can't believe it! A dog! Ohhhh, what a cunt-licker you are! Ah! AHHHHHHHGH!"
Her body wrenched tightly. Her lips puckered and fluttered. A groaning moo came from them. Her cunt lifted and shuddered, and her feet drummed on the floor.
She came as if it had been the first time in three months, and Charge didn't let up for moment. His tongue slurped and drilled into her quaking fluttering cunt, lapping up all the juice she poured forth.
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.