Incredibly, it happened to her again. She felt as if her whole body were swelling open. Then it squeezed together and forced a grunt from her lungs and dizziness into her head.
"Ohhhhh, Ale-e-ec!" she groaned tremulously.
Her arms quivered and collapsed. She fell onto her stomach under his weight. Her asscheeks mashed flat, and his prick speared into her butt even deeper; she didn't remember much after that, except the devastating quality of the experience itself.
She would never forget that.
Chapter 5
It wasn't working.
Maybe it was too early to really tell, yet, but Carol had the sinking feeling that Alec had been exactly right, that all the money she'd been guarding so conscientiously had gone down the drain.
She laughed wryly to herself at the metaphor and watched the water run along the cement trough and swirl down the drain. She shut off the hose and checked the job she'd done in spraying out the cages.
She heard the dogs barking and playing together out in the fenced yard, and she could hear Tish as well. She was laughing and talking to them as she mingled among them.
Carol wiped her arm across her forehead and pushed a lock of auburn hair from her eyes. She dropped the hose and sighed heavily, looking at the round thickness of it.
Her pussy throbbed suddenly. She crossed her thighs high up and leaned against one of the cages. She closed her eyes and moaned, trying her best to keep her hands from her yearning pussy.
It had been nearly a whole month, now, since that incredible night with Alec. She hadn't seen him since. She hadn't even called him. But she felt a little troubled, because he hadn't called her, either.
She looked at the thick tube of the water-filled hose and felt her cunt throb again. She moaned and shoved away from the cage and tried to put thoughts of sex from her mind.
She had to hold out. She just had to. She'd been such a slut that night at Alec's that the memory of it still shamed her. If she could just hold out a little longer, she'd be over the hump, and she would have her body under control.
She caught sight of Tish and the dogs through one of the little windows in the kennel house. She paused and watched her younger sister for a moment.
Tish's hair was much lighter than hers. Nearly strawberry. It shone prettily in the sun in a dancing little ponytail at the back of her dainty head.
She wore a bikini, a bright outfit that was cut so high at the thighs that it barely covered the tight, round cheeks of her petite butt.
Her tits were shaped differently from Carol's. They were a little smaller, more cone-shaped, with a pert tilt at the ends, a saucy tipping of the pointed buds.
Her face was fine-featured, her eyes a mischievous green, her mouth pretty and sultry and poisonous all at the same time. She charmed everyone. Even the dogs she played with just now.
They leapt on her, tongues lolling, enjoying the way she swiveled her hips to the side at the last moment to avoid their forepaws against her hips and thighs.
The stock they'd bought-four breeds so far-ranged in ages from pups to a year and half. Not one of then came close to being an attack dog.
One German shepherd was a little over a year old. Harley had been working with him, claiming to know what he was doing. But now Tish was undoing anything Harley had done to make him hostile.
She played with him, laughing, pushing his muzzle aside and running from him, her tight little green-bikinied ass churning and swaying saucily.
While Carol watched, the young dog caught up with Tish and jumped against her, his forepaws landing squarely on her ass. He pushed and knocked Tish off balance. She fell onto her hands and knees, her butt flaring backward, her tits jiggling on her chest.
Puppies swarmed about her arms and legs. They licked her face and pulled at her ponytail with their little mouths while she laughed.
But the shepherd looked at her upthrust ass a moment, cocked his head, wagged his tail stiffly, and then thrust his wet muzzled directly into the deep, green-pantied ass crack.
"Ooooo, Charger!" Tish squeaked, her head jerking up and around to look at the youngster.
She sat on the ground. She blinked several times. Then a pretty, vixenish, mischievous smile came to her mouth, and she reached out to pet the dog's sleek head.
She talked softly to Charger, but Carol couldn't hear her. The dainty hand smoothed over the dog's head and body again and again. Tish sat on her rump with her knees up and apart and seemed to be calming the dog so that he wouldn't bite and try to play any more.
Her tits jutted and jiggled on her chest under the skimpy halter. She ignored the puppies jumping over her and around her, and, in a moment, they went galloping off in furry huddle to play by themselves.
Tish licked her full lips oddly. She glanced around the fenced area in a furtive way, constantly petting Charger. The dog pawed her arm and wrapped his teeth playfully around her knee.
Carol gasped when she saw what Tish did next. Tish slid her hand from Charger's neck to his side and then under to his belly. Charger stopped moving suddenly. He stood in a strange, spread-legged way, his tail stiff and not wagging any longer.
His ears were pricked up, and his tongue licked out several times towards Tish's face. Tish moved her arm very slowly, very gently, and there was an expectant look on her face.
Carol watched with mounting horror and tremulous excitement. She couldn't be doing it! She thought.
But then Charger danced around on stiffened legs and changed his position to the window, and then there was no doubt left in Carol's mind.
Her pussy throbbed wildly, even through she was totally horrified by what her younger sister was doing.
It was so big!
She stared with popping eyes at the scarlet prick Tish's gentle fingers had teased from hiding. It jutted from the furry sheath, sliding back and forth hesitantly as Tish stroked it.
Charger's cock was pointed and thick, incredibly thick-and shiny. Tish's fingers played along the red shaft, finally touching it directly.
She fondled the black balls behind the sheath, then scratched at Charger's belly gently. She tipped her head and looked under the dog's belly at his thrusting cock, and she talked softly to him all the while.
The little slut! Carol cried inwardly. The wanton, perverted little slut! Seducing young dogs now!
Carol was horrified. Yet, she couldn't tear her eyes from the scene in the yard. Her cunt throbbed wildly, and she couldn't keep from clamping her hand over her pussy and shaking it.
She shouldn't have done that. Sensation boiled through her body and let her know that she wasn't over the hump worth a damn yet. She groaned loudly and snatched her hands away, but she knew at the same time that the damage had already been done.
She knew she should hurry back into the house and get started on dinner or something. Anything.
But she stayed and watched Tish and gasped again and again, After another furtive glance around the yard, Tish spread her knees a little wider and put one hand between her thighs.
Her open crotch was pointed directly towards the window Carol was watching from, and there was no mistaking what took place.
Tish fondled Charger's sheath and thrusting red prick with one hand. She put her other on her abdomen, pried the top of the bikini panties away from her cunt mound, then thrust her fingers into her garment.
Carol could see everything. Tish's knuckles bumped the fabric and wriggled under it. Then they paused. A blissful expression came to her face for a moment, and Carol could nearly feel the wet silky slide of finger into hot pussy.
She shuddered strongly and watched Tish finger her cunt. She crossed her thighs tightly, but the sensation in her own body only grew stronger.
She watched Tish tip her head back with a silent moan of heat. Tish's sharp tits thrust forward under the skimpy halter as her lungs filled with a gasp of air.