But then she felt the warn, wet spread of rushing jizz soaking quickly through his pants and the back of her shirt dress. It seeped all over her crack, wetting her asscheeks. He humped and shivered against her and finally let out a gasping groan that left no doubt at all that he's come.
"Carol…" he whispered chokingly.
"Oh, Harley…"
Tish turned her head. "Ohhhh, me, too, Harley-me too!"
She jiggled her hand quickly and moaned. Her knees bucked slightly. Her head tipped back. In the dim light, Carol watched her sister's nostrils flare and her tongue lick sensuously over her lips as her hand shoved deeply into her panties and sent a squirming finger up her writhing, spasming cunt.
"Oh, God!" Carol whispered tightly. "M-Me, tooooooo…"
Orgasm whipped through her body and made her wet cunt suck and pull at her probing finger. She rolled her thumb over her clit and made it a good one.
There were not secrets among them any more. In a kinky way, they were finally a real family, and she pushed her ass tightly against Harley's throbbing prick to let him know that she didn't care at all that he's come in her ass crack and stained her dress with his hot, flowing sperm.
In the other room, the woman opened her big mouth and yelled. She tried to clamp her hand over the yawning cavern to silence the outcry, but it didn't help.
The voice was terrible. Carol could see what Tish had meant. No man would be able to take that voice for long, unless he were deft as a post. But Charger didn't care.
He fucked and fucked, hunching and licking the air and then finally blasting her sucking pussy full of dog-cum.
The woman yelled a second time, banging off another strong orgasm. She acted as if she were just getting into the swing of it, when she realized where she was and what ghastly, perverted thing she was doing there.
She let her spasms subside and then pushed at Charger, making him get back onto the floor. Her pussy was wide open when he hopped down. They watched the wet, red cunt mouth shake and drool some of the full load of doggy jizz he'd shot there.
Chapter 14
"See?" Tish crowed happily. "I told you it'd work!"
They stood in the drive and watched the woman back hurriedly into the street and squeak her tires as she spun down the road for home.
Carol stooped and flung her arms around Charger's neck, hugging him tightly. The dark stain on the back of her dress pulled wetly across her flaring rump, and she knew Harley was looking at it and turning red with embarrassment. He'd pulled his shirt tail out of her pants so that it draped over the front of them and hid the big puddle he'd made in them when he'd come.
"Not Charger!" Carol cried, kissing his muzzle. She detected the faint aroma of pussy on it. "Not my Charger!"
She's gone home for the money, Carol!" Tish said. "You can't tell her she can't buy him when she gets back. What the hell's the matter with you?"
"I don't want to sell him!"
"She wants him now-in the worst way! Damn it, we've got to sell him. He's the only one trained to fuck so fare. Besides, think of the business she's going to drum up for us at the Garden Club or whatever."
Carol looked up at Tish. Her eyes ran over the thrusting, tipped cones of her tits inside the halter, over the smooth undercovering of her bikini bottoms where they wrapped tightly and sexily around her little twat.
She gave Charger a final kiss and sighed heavily as she stood up. "I guess so," she said heavily.
There was no point in arguing. The woman had gone after her money. And she would bring more customers to them. And that was the name of the game right now, wasn't it?
Tish smiled oddly. "We'd… uh… you'd better take a look in the yard, Carol."
Carol turned her head. "What?"
"A look in the yard. For the nest one. Pick one you think you'd like to train to fuck, honey. We've got a lot of catching up to do before the crowd comes."
"What do you mean!" Carol flared. "Me, pick it! Me, train it! You dirty little slut, you were the one who taught Charger to lick you pussy. I watched you doing it!"
Harley sucked in his breath, looking from one to the other of then quickly. His prick started to swell in his pants again. God, he wanted to watch this training process.
"Yeah," Tish said lazily, canting her hips, letting her hand dangle before her pussy. Her fingers curled slightly, and the middle one traced her satiny gash, making the panties indent into it slightly so that her slit was visible-and the little bump of her clit right at the top.
Carol watched her do it. She felt her own pussy squirm at just the suggestion of being stroked like that, and she knew again who was going to win the argument.
"I taught him to lick pussy, honey, but you were the one who taught him what a pure joy it is to fuck a woman's cunt. Remember, sweetie?"
Carol shivered. "I remember," she said huskily, her voice dark. "That means it's your turn. Share and share alike."
Tish shrugged. "I ought to get a bonus for the first sale. But I'll be a nice sister. I'll help again. Just the way I did with Charger."
"Me, too," Harley said.
Carol whipped her head around and looked at him. His face was highly colored, but he didn't look down and scrape his toe in the dust. He held her gaze brazenly.
"You will not!" Carol cried tightly.
"Aw, what the hell, Carol," Tish said. "Don't be such a prude. What've you got to hide from our dear sweet brother, anyway? I mean, he did come all over your ass in there, didn't he? And, knowing you and your hot, hot cunt, I don't doubt for a minute that you moved your ass around and helped him out just a little, huh, Carol?" she grinned tauntingly. "Just a little?"
"I did not!"
"Well, I didn't hear you yell with outrage. Besides, I think Harley's got a good idea there. He can make the instruction very graphic. Dogs are like children, you know. They have to be shown how to do things."
"Oh!" Carol blurted. She stamped her foot. It was a very childish gesture for a twenty-eight-year-old woman to make, but she couldn't help it. Tish was infuriating.
She was ready to really do battle, when the woman drove back in again, going so fat she threatened to run them over before she could stop the car.
She hopped out and waved bills that were clenched in her fist. She giggled all the way from the car to where they were standing. The sound reminded Carol of a flock of geese with bellyaches.
The woman barely looked at them. She had eyes only for Charger. Or maybe she was too embarrasses to look at them.
"He's a wonderful dog," she gasped. "He'll be wonderful protection for a woman who live all alone. I'm going to tell all my single and widowed friends about the wonderful Merry Time Kennel."
She giggled again. She looked at Tish. Carol saw a sly wink, and then the woman pushed the money into her fist and led Charger off. He glanced around as if asking it this were all right, and then he trotted beside her and hopped into the car, pawing at her arm when she got in.
The woman backed away while Carol stared after the car. Harley came up to her and held her wrist and took the money from her hand. He leafed through the bills and let out a low whistle, pushing his hat back on his head.
"Five hundred bucks!" he exclaimed.
Tish and Carol both looked at him. "What?"
"Here, count it yourself!" He tossed his hat into the air and whooped.
"Tish!" Carol cried reprovingly. "You robbed her!"
"I didn't tell her this much! I swear I didn't Carol! I thought I was robbing her by asking three, but then I gave her the hard-luck story you gave us yesterday, and
…"
She smiled very broadly. She took Carol's arm and pulled her towards the kennel. "Come on, sister. We've got work to do!"
According to his papers, the Setter's name was Royal Green. That seemed a screwy mane, since he was a big red Irish, sleek-headed and bushy-tailed.
He seemed nervous about being in the house, because he kept turning from one to the other of them, then pacing around to sniff at the furniture and the door and jumping up to look out the window at the yardful of dogs outside.