SISTER’S DOG HUNGER – 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.
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She had to hold out. She just had to. She’d been such a slut that night at Alec’s 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 a moment.
Tish’s hair was much lighter than hers. Nearly strawberry. It shone prettily in the sun
in a dancing little pony tail at the back of her dainty head.
She wore a bikini, a bright-green outfit that was cut so high at the thighs 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 sluty
and poisonous all at the same time. She charmed everyone. Even the dogs she played
with just now.
They leaped on her, tongues lolling, enjoying the way she swiveled her hips to the side
at the last moment to avoid the fore paws against her hips and thighs.
The stock they’d bought – four breeds so far – ranged in age from pups to a year and a
half. Not one of them 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.
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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
fore paws 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 under her
chest.
Puppies swarmed about her arms and legs. They licked her face and pulled at her pony
tail 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 muzzle 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
anymore.
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
a furry huddle to play by themselves.
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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 was 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 more.
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 though she was totally horrified by what her young
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.
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She fondled the black balls beneath 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
hand 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.
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Carol could see everything. Tish’s knuckles bumped the fabric and wriggled under it.
Then they paused. A blissful expression came to her face 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 sensations 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.
Carol knew she was in trouble now. Her cunt throbbed heavily as Tish fucked her
finger back and forth in her sweet little pussy, all the while pumping Charger’s stiff,
shiny prick.
Carol felt her own pussylips bloat and spread away from her leaking hole, and she
couldn’t keep from clamping her hand over her cunt and squeezing hard. She had to
bite her lower lip to keep from crying out and betraying herself.
The squeezing wasn’t enough. She keened in the back of her throat and knew she was
going to have to masturbate shamelessly. The cutoffs around her hips and tight ass
suddenly pinched and bound at her crotch.
She unzipped them and shoved her hand into the gap and hissed with the sudden
intake of breath. Her fingers curled under her crotch and held her pussy tightly. The
wetness was already there, thick and slippery, oozing from her fantastically hot cunt.
She stared through the window at Tish and saw her sister slip her dainty hand from her
panties. Her middle finger shone with hot pussy juice. She fondled Charger’s sheath
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and prick and balls, then extended her wet finger towards the dog’s snout.
Charger sniffed. And sniffed. He licked out with his tongue. His tail wagged once, and
he danced on his hind legs again, swinging around slightly.
He lapped and licked at Tish’s finger, cleaning all the cunt juice from it as if he couldn’t
get enough. His red prick strained back and forth, now sliding through the small circle
Tish had made of her dainty fingers.
Tish smiled broadly, her lips turning up at the corners with terrible mischief. She
pushed her cleaned finger back into her pussy and fucked it there several times and
brought it out once more.
Charger licked and lapped eagerly. He tried to bite her finger. She chastised him until
he knew that he could only lick at that good stuff, and then she laughed gleefully,
hugging his neck tightly.
She cast another furtive glance around, then opened her legs a little wider. She held
Charger’s head in both hands and aimed his snout at her spread crotch. She tipped her
pussy up and scooted her tight butt along the ground, encouraging him.
He finally got the idea. He put his head between her thighs and sniffed at her pantied
cunt. There was a line of cunt juice down the center of the crotch band.
Charger didn’t have to be encouraged any more. He licked and lapped and snorted at
the green strip, attacking the scent and flavor there with youthful energy.
He dug his hind feet in and pushed and bowled Tish over backwards in the grass in his
eagerness to get at her pussy juice. She laughed and squealed with delight, encouraging
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him.
Carol gasped and gasped. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. But there it was,
right in front of her. Tish had seduced a young, horny dog!
"Ohhhhh, God! God!" she squeaked tightly.
Her hand was going wild in her panties now. She couldn’t stop her fingers. They dug
into the satiny, wet groove between her bloated pussylips.
The nylon panties were soaked worse than ever. It felt as if she’d squatted in a bucket of
fresh honey. She moaned repeatedly and shook her head and knew she couldn’t hold
out any longer.
She pushed her cutoffs to the tight under curve just below her round asscheeks to give
her hand room, then shoved her hand into her cupping panties and slipped her finger
into her silky, spasming hole.
It slid all the way in, until her palm cupped her sodden cuntlips and pressed juice from
their slick surfaces. Her twat sucked and pulled at her finger, imbedding it in the
churning center of her body.
She came immediately. She tipped her head back and groaned loudly and shuddered
from head to toe. She slumped against the wall and slid along it, nearly falling over, her
finger still fucking and twisting in her writhing, drenched pussy.
"Ohhhh, God! Now, I’ve done it!" she cried, her voice full of dismay.
She thought of Alec immediately. Tonight… She was going there to his apartment
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tonight. She was going to have him fuck her silly again, even up her asshole –
everywhere.
Just like a slut who couldn’t stay away from his thrusting, fucking, spewing cock. And it
was all Tish’s fault. If Tish hadn’t seduced that dog…
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