"Ohhh," Sissy moaned, and took his prick into her hand. She jerked his cock slowly as he lapped her clit and pussy-hair. Sharp thrills shot up through her juicy fuck-hole, making her shudder and moan hotly.
"Ohhh, that's enough for now," she rasped. She sat up and pulled the dog's big head away from her frothy pussy. She hugged his head to her thrusting tits and pressed her mouth to him with love.
"Good boy, Rex," she said soothingly. "Good boy. But you have to calm down now. You don't want to drive Sissy crazy, do you? We'll do more later." She giggled and rasped, "You can bet on it!"
She struggled to her feet and grabbed Rex by the fur on his neck to keep his eager nose out of her cunt. She pulled at him.
"Come on, now," she commanded, tugging him across the floor. "Outside with you. I'll let you in later. I've got chores to do. Come on. Out!"
Rex was reluctant, but Sissy was determined, and she finally managed to shove him out the door. He tried to get back in, and she had to kick at him. She didn't want to push him into the yard for fear Jed or Cal would see her stark naked.
She shut the door and leaned against it to catch her breath. She smiled slowly. Her hand caressed her hard tits, while the other petted her pussy.
"Goodness," she breathed. "What a wild thing to do!" She giggled and added, "But how nice!"
Laughing naughtily at her own wicked behavior, she crossed the room and picked up her dress. She wiggled into it and zipped it up. With her young mind filled with lewd thoughts about herself and Rex, she went to the sink and started the dishes.
CHAPTER THREE
Sissy's lewd and luscious thoughts about Rex kept her in a steady state of the hots. At sunset, when Jed and Cal drove away in their pickup and her husband trudged into the kitchen, her cunt was buzzing.
As Hollis stood by the door, slapping dust and hay from his overalls onto the kitchen floor, Sissy looked at his chunky crotch and licked her lips. When he looked at her, she gazed into his eyes with longing.
Oh, Hollis, she thought as he peered at her, if you ever wanted to fuck me, now's the time!
But Hollis had no idea why his pretty wife's eyes looked so soft and lazy. "You look sleepy," he muttered. He sat at the table and kicked off his mud-and-shit-caked boots. "What's for supper?"
Sissy bit her lower lip and turned to the stove so he wouldn't see the tears he had caused. She wiped her eyes as she stirred the stew. She dished out the meal and sat with Hollis and watched him wolf down the food. Each time he took a mouthful of corn, she remembered that it had once been stuffed up her cunt. When he lifted his bowl and slurped down the stew juices, she could only imagine how nice it would feel if he were slurping down her pussy-juices. She crossed her thighs tightly and came a little.
"That was mighty good," Hollis said. He tossed his spoon onto the table and stood up. Sissy watched him turn and amble into the living room.
A few seconds later she heard the TV set go on loudly. Then the rocking chair creaked. New tears welled in her eyes and she wept softly as she did the dishes. Feeling lost and alone, she swept up the mess Hollis had left near the kitchen door, then toted his heavy boots into the bedroom.
She glanced into the living room and saw Hollis laughing at the TV show. She went to the door and eased it closed. Then she moved to the bed and got on her knees and elbows.
She snuggled her soft cheek into the bed and started a slow rocking motion that made her pointed tits rub against the blanket. Getting good feelings in her tits, she spread her knees apart. Her forefinger rubbed her stiff little clit and her middle finger drilled up into her hungry pussy. Her eyes fluttered as she moaned softly and humped her fingers. As Hollis chuckled and laughed in the living room, Sissy came a few times in the bedroom. Then she was able to bear another night of boring television.
During the long evening, she filled Hollis' coffee cup every time it needed it. When he ran out of cigarettes she pranced into the bedroom and fetched him a fresh pack. She put his feet up on a stool. She gave him a pillow for his back. She did everything in her power to make him comfortable and happy. She hoped he would warm to her and prayed that his mind would turn to thoughts of love and pussy.
Her hopes were dashed to pieces at eleven o'clock when Hollis stood up and stretched, yawning.
"Time for bed," he murmured. Sissy's cunt warmed up, and she got to the bedroom before he did. She kicked off her sandals and peeled her dress off. She pretended to be fixing her hair in the mirror so Hollis could get an eyeful of her tits and cunt and ass.
But he gazed at his pillow on the bed and said, "God, that looks good!" he stripped to his shorts and hopped into bed.
Sissy's heart fell and she wondered, sadly, if Hollis would ever again say something like that to her, about her. She turned out the light and crawled into bed, soft and available. Then she heard Hollis snoring.
Oh, God, she thought, running her hand down onto her pussy, I can't wait till Saturday night!
Her furry little cunt wanted love. She could tell by the way she creamed as she stroked her pussy. She caught her breath and sucked her lower lip as she came juicily on her fingers. Her senses reeled and her tits hardened and her pussy oozed. Wave after wave of sensual pleasure washed through her straining young body as she quietly but strenuously got herself off a few times. The wet cumming only turned her on for more of the same. Her pussy was so hungry!
Aching for a stiff cock after such creamy cumming, she yielded to a wild and wooly idea that leapt into her pretty head. She slipped out of bed and padded naked in the darkness to the kitchen. She eased the back door open and rasped, "Rex! Rex! Here, Rex!"
Receiving no answer, she stepped outside into the pale moonlight and peered around. She kept her voice as low as possible and called out again. Still no response.
"Oh, darn," she murmured in disappointment. Rex was probably off in the fields somewhere getting his rocks off. And here she was all alone, aching for sex – any kind of sex.
She heard a noise and turned. She squinted and peered across the yard to see Lady trotting up.
"Lady!" she breathed. "Good girl! Come here, girl, come here!"
The sleek dog came up to her looking for food and Sissy grabbed her by the scruff of the neck. She gripped the dog's neck in both hands and pulled her snout to her pussy.
"Lick it, Lady," she panted, rubbing her cunt against the dog's nose. "Come on, girl, lick Sissy nice."
But Lady wasn't as eager to lap cunt as Rex was. Sissy had a hell of a time because she had to do most of the work, grinding her pussy against the dog's unwilling snout.
"Oh, come on!" she snapped angrily. "You're a dog, ain't you? You must want to lick my cunt!"
Lady tried again and again to twist away from her horny mistress. As far as the dog was concerned, Sissy was behaving rather strangely.
Sissy felt strange, too. She felt strangely horny, strangely excited, strangely anxious for cummy pleasure. She wanted to get her rocks off. She wanted to cream in her cunt. She wanted to cum and cum and cum – like she had with Rex.
Because of her tremendous sex needs, she wouldn't let loose of the reluctant dog. Lady tried to back off, to twist away, to jump and run. But Sissy had a strangle hold on her.
"You're gonna lick my pussy or I'll know why!" Sissy said through her teeth.
She grappled with the slender dog and wrestled her to the ground. Holding her down with her tits, she pushed her pussy against Lady's nose and reached down with her hand.
Her fingers felt around until she found the bitch's pussy. "Now you'll lick my cunt, you bitch," she said. She pushed her fingertip into the dog's cunt. Once she had her finger wedged there, she eased all of it into the tight pussy. Lady whined.
Giggling, Sissy started working her slim finger in and out of Lady's cunt and the dog apparently liked it. She seemed to go soft and lax and began fucking her twat on Sissy's finger.