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SISTER’S DOG HUNGER – Chapter 8
Carol just didn’t care if Tish saw her finger-fucking her cunt or not. She was just too
hot to care. The flames had been ignited and were now roaring uncontrolled through
her body, and anything was liable to happen.
"Oh, honey," Tish said gently, watching her sister shudder and writhe. "You’re on fire!
Carol, I had no idea you were like this. You’ve always seemed so restrained and –
prudish."
Carol glared at her. At least, she tried to glare. Her eyes were hooded with passion, and
her full lower lip sucked inward with gasps of heat. It was difficult to masturbate to the
edge of another orgasm and glare at the same time.
"Is that why you fucked all my boy friend’s, you little slut? Because you thought I was
too prudish to give them the fucking they wanted?"
"Carol, honey!" Tish cried innocently. "I didn’t fuck them. They fucked me! Can I help
it if they put the make on me? I’m not a big strong girl, Carol. I couldn’t fight them off,
could I?"
"Don’t give me that, Tish. You did it on purpose. I know you did. You wanted to take
them away from me. At least to ruin them for me. Even Alec, damn you."
"I couldn’t help it, Carol," Tish said again.
"You hot-cunted little slut – why! I didn’t ask to be boss over you and Harley. I didn’t
ask for Mom and Dad to be killed. I’ve done the best I could with both of you, so why
don’t you thank me instead of seducing all my boy friend’s and leaving me like this!"
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She let out a choking sound. Her hand still sawed and slopped over her wet, flowing
pussy. Charger was persistently trying to get his long tongue back on her cunt, and he
slurped over her fingers and thighs as she masturbated and covered her cunt with her
hand.
She nearly spread her pussy open to the dog again. She moaned and turned her head to
the side and was able to refrain from it.
Tish came to the bed and sat on it, watching the play of fingers on pussy. Her tits
jiggled firmly with the rocking motion of the shaking bed.
"Carol, I’m sorry," she said softly. "I wasn’t trying to be mean to you. Really, I wasn’t.
Let’s be friends, Carol. Let’s finally be friends, instead of bossy sister and little brat.
Please?"
She watched Carol continue masturbating and knew she was approaching another
orgasm. It excited her. She opened her own legs and put her fingers over her strawberry
twat and started diddling herself.
"Mmmm, you’re getting me hot again just watching you, Carol," she said heatedly.
"Move over, and we’ll lye here and flick it off together. Mmm, why didn’t we do this
when we were kids? It’s kind of exciting, a little kinky."
Her fingers curled under her crotch. One of them slipped deeply into her hole, and
juice started to trickle down her knuckle. She lay back with her legs dangling over the
rocking bed and her small twat weaving under her hand, the side of her hip brushing
warmly against her sister’s.
Her butt rolled, and her tits jutted from her chest, pointing towards the ceiling. Her
nipples grew redder and stiffer with her increasing heat.
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Carol couldn’t help looking over at Tish. She watched the nimble fingers roll over the
bloated little pussylips and fuck between them into the small gash. She stared at the
little twat and wondered how Tish could take so many big pricks into it. Was her pussy
as tight and small as it looked from the outside, or was it loose and stretchy and
accommodating?
While she was wondering, Charger gave up on her and pranced sideways, bulling his
way between Tish’s spread thighs. He whined and shoved his muzzle into her crotch
and pushed her hand out of the way, licking and licking.
"Oooo, yes, darling, yes! Lick my pussy again! God, to hell with masturbating! Lick me
out! Clean my cunt of every luscious drop of honey, you wonderful dog!"
Carol watched and gasped. She rose up and bent to the side and fairly hovered over
Tish’s churning pussy, watching the long tongue snake between the puffy cuntlips and
swirl into the tiny hole.
It washed over Tish’s thin-haired snatch petals and massaged them thoroughly. The
pubes were so thin and light they might as well not have curled from her cunt, because
they hid nothing.
The stiff little clit throbbed and shot rigidly from its hooded sheath, straining upward
from the top of Tish’s gash towards Charger’s busy, ceaseless tongue.
Tish moaned loudly, tossing her head back and forth. She played with her tits, pulling
them to sharp points. Her hips rolled and bucked, and it was clear she was going to
come.
Carol couldn’t keep her own hand still. She watched Charger’s broad tongue spread the
small cunt hole and dart inside again, and she could remember too clearly how
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delightful that had felt in her own pussy.
She masturbated faster and faster and knew another climax was about to sweep through
her body. It came while she watched Tish thrash and twist. But she compressed her lips
tightly and didn’t make a sound, rocking and shivering silently.
Until the last.
Then she bellowed and twisted away and fairly tore at her cunt at the same moment
Tish squealed and groaned and came furiously, giving Charger another gush of warm,
wet honey from the depths of her silky cunt.
"Eeee, Carol! He made me come again! God, it’s wonderful! Wonderful! Are you
coming, too? Ohhhh, you are, honey, you are!"
Tish twisted away from Charger. She half sat up and looked over at her older sister,
watching her come and hunch her twat furiously into her hand.
Carol’s thighs clamped tightly around her cupping palm and scissored up and down.
She rocked from one hip to the other on her tight, round ass. Her tits ballooned and
shook on her chest, the hard nipples punching from the ends.
"Oh, God!" she cried tightly. "There’s still more in there! Damn you, Tish – there’s still
more!"
"Oh, honey…" Tish started.
She reached out with her hand. It hovered over Carol’s cunt mound. She wasn’t sure
what to do with it. She put it on a round, full tit and immediately felt the difference in
feel from her own.
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"Tish!" Carol gasped.
"Carol, do you want me to – help you? Honey, I will! I’ve never done it with another
girl, but I will for my own sister!"
"God, no…"
Tish moved her hand swiftly to Carol’s hip, then darted it to her sodden pussy. Her
fingers curled around Carol’s twat and cupped it tightly.
"Ohhhhhh, don’t!" Carol moaned, clamping her thighs together, inadvertently trapping
her sister’s hand there.
Carol tried to roll away to her side. Tish had to follow her imprisoned arm, and she
rolled so that her stomach was over Carol’s hip and her tits pointed into Carol’s side.
Carol felt the sharp boobs against her, the light scratch of strawberry pubes against her
butt cheek and hip. Then Tish shifted to her knees, and the tits pillowed against the
side of her face softly.
In the confusion, Charger kept trying to lick between Tish’s legs. When she stood on
her knees on the bed over Carol’s body and made her round, tight rump stick up in the
air, Charger jumped up on the bed behind her and stuffed his nose into the deep crack
of her ass, licking and licking under her pussy.
"Ooooo! Eeeeeeee!" Tish cried, switching her butt. "He’s eating me alive, Carol!
Ohhhh, God, what a dog!"
She braced her knees wide apart and let him have full access to her crotch. His tongue
washed over her cuntlips and drilled into her pussy hole and lapped up and down over
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her buns, pausing to taste the new flavor of her puckered, quivering asshole.
Tish squealed again and managed to look under her body, between her tits and spread
thighs. She saw Charger’s tongue lapping at her cunt. And then she saw his red, shiny
prick straining from its furry sheath.
Tish gasped. Her pussy writhed inside. A devilish thought swept through her
mischievous little mind. She wriggled the fingers that were still trapped between her
sister’s thighs and felt one of them slip into the wet, sucking maw of Carol’s cunt.
"Ohhhh, Tish! Don’t finger-fuck me! Ohhhh, take it out, Tish! That’s perverted!"
Tish quickened her stroke. She managed to slip her fingers through the slick wetness
and find Carol’s clit. She rubbed it back and forth and heard Carol gasp with
undeniable heat.
"Ohhhh, God, Tish! Ohhhh, don’t do that! Ohhh…"
Carol’s mind spun for a moment. It was going to happen again. Tish had her now. The
finger in her pussy could be fought against. The one buzzing electric fire through her
clit couldn’t.
Her thighs relaxed and opened gradually, giving Tish access to her inflamed crotch. She
moaned over and over again and didn’t resist when she felt Tish rolling her over onto
her stomach and lifting her ass up in the air.
It was degrading, shameful – perverted. But Carol didn’t care anymore. She braced her
knees wide on the bed and pushed her cheek against the pillow and felt her tits swing
under her angled chest.
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Tish’s hands swept along the surfaces of her inner thighs and massaged her draining
cuntlips and twirled her burning clit, and all Carol could do was thrust her ass higher
into the air and moan into the pillow.
Her ass shook and quivered. She knew Tish was looking into the deep crack between
her shaking buns, and she didn’t care. She felt her asshole pulse in and out, and she
remembered the feel of Alec’s big prick in it. That made it pulse more and sent another
surge of tingling through her inflamed body.
Charger was on the bed. She knew that. She could hear his wonderful tongue slurping
and lapping at Tish’s crotch. She weaved her ass and sucked in her breath and waited
for the crushing orgasm that was so near to sweep over her.
One of Tish’s hands left her rump. The bed jiggled a little. Charger made a growling
sound, then a whimper. Carol managed to lift her head enough to look back.
"Oh, God!" she squeaked. "Tish, no!"
Tish was doing it again. Just the way she had out in the yard. She had her hand under
Charger’s belly, and she had her dainty fingers wrapped around his slippery, pointed,
scarlet cock!
"Up, boy. Up!" Tish ordered him, her voice gentle but firm.
"Nooo!" Carol wailed quaveringly. "Not a dog! Don’t make a dog fuck me, Tish!"
"You’ll love it, Carol. You’ve got more in there, you said. Well, poor Charger’s prick is
swollen full! Come on, fella – up! Let’s pop that red, red cherry of yours in Carol’s
pretty pussy and become a man!"
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Carol sucked in her breath over and over. She stared in horror and fascination
combined. She tried to move away, but she couldn’t. Every time she thought she had
the will to, Tish’s fingertip swept over her clit and made her shudder.
Charger sniffed at her crotch. He licked between her asscheeks, his tongue wet and
burning hot. The tip of his pointed cock pulsed and swelled with each movement of
Tish’s fingers on it. There was something nearly obscene and Godlike in the way Tish
was bringing the two of them together so inevitably, just by tiny manipulations of her
fingers.

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SISTER’S DOG HUNGER – Chapter 7
She let Tish lead her with an arm about her waist, her legs feeling stiff and rubbery at
the same time. Her mouth was partially open and slack-lipped. She turned around
dutifully when they reached Tish’s bed.
Tish pushed close to her and ran her dainty hands up and down Carol’s thighs, feeling
her, teasing her even more, heating her.
"Ohhhh, Tish, what’re you doing!" Carol moaned, watching the hands stroke sensation
through her thighs and ass. "Tish, you’re a girl. You shouldn’t be feeling me up that
way. You’re my sister! Ohhh, stop playing with my pussy like that, Tish!"
Tish’s hands were gentle and dainty. Her fingers were nimble and terribly exciting-
shamefully exciting, the way they teased around the edges of Carol’s shorts and pinched
at her swollen cunt lips underneath the fabric.
"Come on, honey," Tish said softly. "Let’s slip out of these. Charger can’t lick your
pussy through these shorts. He likes bare, pink, wet flesh to run his wonderful tongue
over and into."
Carol stood there and let Tish undo the fastenings of her shorts. She felt strangely
powerless, disturbingly helpless, fully at the mercy of her sister’s touch and her own
body’s violent cravings for sexual release.
She looked at Tish’s pointed tits swinging and jiggling right before her eyes, and she
saw the excitingly spiked nipples. Her own were that spiked, that rubbery and red-
maybe even more. She knew it. She could feel them punching against her thin blouse.
She glanced down at Tish’s strawberry-downed cunt and saw the gleam of juice on the
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puffy twat lips and inner thighs, and she knew her own were twice as wet and slick.
Tish’s nimble fingers spread the cutoffs wide and hooked into the material and pushed
down. Carol stood helplessly and let her young sister undress her. It was a strange
reversal of roles. She remembered the times she had undressed Tish when she was a
little girl.
The shorts and panties rolled over her round, tight asscheeks. They pulled stickily away
from her drenched puffy gash, and slid down her thighs. They fell into a damp puddle
on the floor at her feet, and then she felt Tish’s eyes eagerly staring at her naked,
soaked pussy.
"Mmmm, Carol – your cunt’s so wet! Ohhh, I knew you were ready for a big one.
Charger – here, darling. Look what Carol’s got waiting for you to lick up, you sweet
boy."
"No…" Carol choked. But she couldn’t resist Tish’s determined push against her chest
and boobs.
She went onto her rump on the bed, sitting there in a daze. She looked at Charger’s
lolling tongue and the brightness of his eyes, and she shuddered with a sudden thrill of
expectation.
"Ohhhh…" she groaned. "Tish, stop. Tish, don’t. This is terrible. This is perverted.
Ohhh, you little slut, stop!"
Tish didn’t stop. She laughed softly. She hooked her fingers into the hem of Carol’s
blouse and leaned over, her own tits swinging tautly on her chest.
"Come on, sweetie. Off with the blouse, too. When Charger’s long, wonderful tongue
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drills into your squirming pussy hole, you’re going to want to play with your tits over
and over, and you can’t do that right with this blouse on."
She lifted, stripping the garment from Carol’s body. Her round tits caught in the
material and pulled upward and then bobbed back into place, the nipples spearing from
the firm ends.
"Ohhhh, this is terrible!" Carol groaned, lifting her arms over her head, letting Tish
make her completely naked.
"Terrible, hell," Tish whispered softly. "Mmm, I’d forgotten how big and round your
tits are."
She put her dainty hands on them and squeezed the firm jugs and rolled them over
Carol’s chest. Carol stared with wide eyes, watching Tish’s nipples stretch outward a
little more with excitement.
"You like playing with my tits!" she gasped, making it sound like a shameful thing.
Tish looked at her strangely. "Come on, Carol," she said. "When are you going to stop
being such a prude! You’re missing half your life by not living it. If it feels good to have
me play with your big tits, then lie back and enjoy it."
"No! No…" Carol gasped, trying to reach up and push Tish’s hands away. Her arms
seemed very sluggish, nearly useless. She wanted to make Tish stop. She wanted not to
do this – really, she didn’t…
"Come on, Charger!" Tish called quickly. "Eat her cunt out and make her blow her
puritanical mind! Come on, sweet doggie. Eat big sister’s pussy all up!"
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Tish pulled the dog forward between Carol’s thighs. His tongue shot out and lapped
furiously at the draining red mouth of her silky cunt.
"Yaaaaah!" Carol cried, screaming with the sensation.
Charger snuffed and blew against her pussy. His tongue washed over her bloated twat
lips and milked more juice from them. He sank the long, lapping organ between them
and past the muscular ring of her spasming, silky cunt mouth, running it deep into her
writhing hole.
"Ohhhh, God! God!" Carol cried.
She fell onto her back on the bed and grabbed her round tits in her hands and came
immediately, her knees shooting up and wide apart.
She squeezed her tits and rolled her hips on the bed and hunched her snatch up and
down, letting the writhing tongue fuck her horny cunt into a second explosion.
"AHHHHHGH!" she screamed, one cry blending into the first, the spasms ripping
through her starved cunt one after the other without pause.
"Tish! Tish! Make him stop! Don’t get me turned on! God, don’t get me started, Tish! I
can’t stop! OHHHH! AAAAAGH!"
Carol thrashed on the bed, bouncing up and down. Her thighs scissored and squeezed,
and her cuntlips sucked around the long wet tongue plunging between them and eating
her pussy out.
Tish looked at her older sister quizzically. Was all that one hard come? Or had she
come twice already?
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She grinned slowly. She put her hand to her sparsely furred cunt mound and swirled
her fingers over it. She spread her pussylips with her middle one and made her own
juices flow again.
"Darling, you’re really already turned on," she said gently. "Oooo, look at him go,
Carol. You should see the way Charger’s drilling into your sweet pussy! You must taste
better to him than my cunt did. My God, look at him!"
"Ohhhh, I don’t have to look, you little brat! I can feel him! Oh, make him stop, Tish!
Before it’s too late!"
It was a ridiculous request. It was already too late by far. Besides, all she had to do was
reach down and push Charger’s head away and pull her panties up and walk out of the
room, if she really wanted to end it.
But the dog’s tongue was long and thrilling. It moved and twirled constantly in her
eager cunt. It speared into her eager hole and stretched her pussy walls and lapped up
all the juice that flowed from them.
Carol couldn’t help the way her hips switched and churned on the bed, the way her
crotch rocked up and down and made her pussy rotate about Charger’s licking,
thrusting tongue.
She mauled her hard, swollen tits with her hands, then reached down and touched the
sleek head between her thighs.
She couldn’t muster the will to push him away. His tongue lapped and lapped at her
snatch as if it would never stop. It was heaven. She had to admit it. He was driving her
pent-up pussy wild.
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Her fingers slid from his head and muzzle. She heard the constant slurping sound of his
tongue on her wet, silky cunt tissues as he licked every surface of her pussy and drilled
in for more. She groaned and spread her thighs wider for him, even holding her
cuntlips apart with the tips of her fingers.
She bared her quivering hole totally. Her pelvis rocked up and down, and her pussy
shuddered. Charger’s long tongue stabbed into her hole and squirreled away in there,
and she nearly mashed her puffy pussylips flat with her spreading fingers.
"Ohhhhh, Tish! Take him away!" she cried, tossing her head back and forth in obvious
bliss. "I don’t want him to lick my cunt! Ohhh, I don’t want to be sucked out by a
damn dog! Tish! Tish! I’m going to come! Ahhhhgh! I’m coming again!"
Her cunt spasmed and flapped wildly. Her breath rushed from her lungs and burst
through her lips in a long groan of orgasm.
She twisted and writhed and clamped her hand around Charger’s head and held his
snout directly against her satiny, quivering meat. Charger snorted and blew into her
hole as if he were trying to inflate her ballooning quim. Carol screamed again and
nearly fainted.
"Carol!" Tish cried with surprise. "You’re coming again! Already, Carol? Ohhhh, you
were hot!"
"Damn you, damn you," Carol moaned after a long moment, her voice quavering and
weak. "Why’d you get me started? Why!"
She squeezed her thighs together and forced Charger to withdraw. He licked his chops
and whimpered and whipped his head back and forth from one to the other of them.
He pawed at Carol’s thigh, trying to get at more of that wild cunt juice.
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Taking advantage of the break, Carol clamped her hand over her pussy. But she
couldn’t keep it still there. She writhed and moaned and shook her hand up and down,
masturbating openly, unable to keep herself from doing it, from scaling that peak and
going off in ecstasy again and again and again…

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SISTER’S DOG HUNGER – Chapter 6
Carol heard the rumble of the truck coming up the drive. She gasped and whirled
around and knew that would have to be Harley with another load of dogs.
She snatched her hand from her panties and pulled up her cutoffs quickly, zipping
them. She wiped her wet, drooling finger on the shorts. She trembled all over.
Not because Harley had nearly caught her masturbating, although that would have
been shameful enough. She trembled because that one orgasm hadn’t been enough.
One was never enough. And she knew herself well enough to know that she was going
to be an absolute mess until she got to Alec’s and let him fuck her and fuck her.
Self-loathing washed through her briefly. She could see Alec’s smug grin already. He
was a cagey, cruel bastard after all, just the way Tish always said. He’d stayed away and
hadn’t called her because he was so damn sure of himself, so sure she wouldn’t be able
to stay away from his thrusting prick.
And he’s right, damn him!
The truck stopped. Barking sounded in the air. Harley slammed the door, and the
barking paused and started up again. She went out to greet him, her legs and fingers
still trembling. She didn’t know what to do.
She felt so tugged and pushed and pulled and bent out of shape she didn’t know how
much more she could stand. Alec pulled one way, and Tish the other. Her wanton
desires made her feel slutty, but they couldn’t be denied. And through it all, she had to
act as if nothing bothered her at all – not even the knowledge that Alec had fucked
dear, darling, sweet little Tish.
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She looked at Harley. She stood there and wanted to cry because it was all so
impossible, so hopeless. Harley swaggered around the side of the truck in boots and
Levi’s and that silly cowboy hat he’d bought himself.
"Hey there, Carol!" he waved at her.
He cocked his hat on the back of his head and spat to the side and chewed on a
toothpick. He put one foot on the bumper of the truck the way a real cowboy would do
it and grinned at her.
"Lookee in the truck and check the passel of stock I got me," he drawled, trying for
Texan and ending up barely intelligible. "Man, what a bargain!"
He grinned from ear to ear. He was pushing twenty, but he acted twelve most of the
time. Something in Carol’s stomach sank, because the commotion in the truck didn’t
sound like six Great Dane puppies. It sounded as if the county pound had been packed
inside, and the first thing she could think of was the money – all the money.
Before she could ask him anything, he spun on his boot heel and opened the side door.
A swarm of dogs spilled out into the gangway and ran exploringly around the side of
the kennel into the fenced yard.
A river of dogs. All sizes, all ages, all colors, all kinds, purebred and mongrel and
everything in between.
"Oh, Harley!" Carol cried, watching the flood of furry flesh with horror. "What have
you done?"
"I bought us a passel of dogs, Sis," he grinned. "Real cheap. The guy I saw knew of
another guy who was going out of business, and I took ’em all. Man, that’s stock!" he
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cried gleefully. He whooped at them and slapped his hat on his pants like the dangedest
cowboy around.
Carol stared at him. She said nothing. She turned around after a moment and marched
towards the house. She was shaking again, but for a different reason this time.
Tish had insisted he could be trusted. With nearly the last of the money. The dollars
had slipped away so fast it was dizzying, and Carol knew she should have put her foot
down earlier. But she hadn’t. And now she stood at the sink in the house and looked
into the yard at the milling mass of dogs and nearly cried.
Alec had been right about that, too. The venture had been doomed from the start. But
he’d been right for the wrong reason. There was nothing wrong with the kennel idea. It
was Tish and Harley.
Carol turned away and went to her room. She lay on her bed and indulged herself in an
orgy of self-pity. Years of scrimping and hoarding and guarding the money – and for
nothing. For a yard full of yapping mutts that no one would buy. She wondered if there
were enough money left to feed them all for the next three months.
She stayed in her room for a long time. She could hear Tish and Harley for a while, and
then just the dogs. She wondered what to do. She felt like tossing in the towel and
giving up on them and letting her brother and sister make their own ways to hell.
Should she crawl to Alec and beg for his help? Should she just crawl away period? Was
there a rich man around as stupid as Harley who would buy them out?
The sun was gone when she got off her bed finally. She had decided nothing – only to
try to talk sense to Tish and Harley and try to make them understand the gravity of
their situation.
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She went down the hallway and stopped in front of Tish’s door. She heard a strange
moan from the other side of it. She paused and listened again. Harley laughed at the
TV downstairs, and she knew he was planted there in front of it for the rest of the
night, wearing his goddamn hat.
"Ohhhhh, that’s right, baby, that’s right," Tish moaned softly from behind her door.
Carol flushed. The slut had one of her boy friend’s in there again, and they were
fucking!
She turned away in disgust, then paused and listened again. The sounds brought her
mind back to her own pussy, her own need, and her cunt began to pulse and suck
inward again, all along its silky, wet channel.
"Mmmm, lick it, honey – lick my pussy!" Tish whispered softly, moaning again.
"Ohhhh, like that, baby. Yes! Oh, yes, darling! Mmmm, you’re going to make me
come! Ohhh, yes, yes! Harder! Deeper! Sink your tongue… Oh! Oh, I’m coming!
Charger, I’m coming! EEEEEEE!"
Carol listened to the sucking sounds, the moaning, the thrashing around. Her scalp
tingled, and her cunt throbbed deeply.
Charger!
It can’t be really happening!
She sucked in her breath. She heard Tish moan again and again. There was the click of
canine nails against the wooden floor, a quiet, whimpering sound.
Carol put her hand on the doorknob and held her breath and felt her heart hammer in
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her chest. She had to know!
She eased the door open a crack and put her eye to it. The sounds were louder. Tish
kept gasping. There was a wet, slurping sound. Carol couldn’t see anything but the
dresser in the corner of the room.
She held her breath and opened the door wider and wider until she saw them. Tish sat
in her chair, naked, her butt resting on the edge of the seat, her legs spread wide.
She fondled and squeezed and rolled her swollen tits in her dainty hands. Her pussy
tipped up and down, rocking and shuddering with each gasp from her slack, heated
lips.
Charger stood between her legs, his muzzle buried between her spread thighs. He
licked constantly at her flowing, orgasming pussy, his long tongue drilling into her cunt
hole, slurping out the honeyed juice he’d developed a taste for.
Carol choked with an audible sound. Tish heard it. She opened her eyes and turned her
lovely, mischievous face. She looked right at Carol. She pursed her pretty lips and
moaned and then shuddered with another orgasm, her slim body twisting and shaking
in the chair.
"Oohhhh, Carol! He’s making me come again! Ohhhh, God, what a wonderful cunt-
sucker! God! Oh, God! Come in and close the door! Ohhh, honey, you’ll love it!"
Carol watched her young sister drum her feet softly on the floor as her body wrenched
with spasms of bliss. She didn’t know why she obeyed Tish. It should have been the
other way around. She was older; she’d been the parent for all these years. But again, as
with too many other times, she did what Tish told her to.
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She stepped into the room and closed the door. Charger stopped licking Tish’s pussy
long enough to glance up and run his long tongue over his chops. He danced excitedly
between Tish’s legs, clicking his toenails on the floor, then snuffled back against the
wet, pink, shaking meat of Tish’s pussy.
Carol stood and watched, her eyes wide. She saw the long, flat tongue lick up and down
the silky gash. She watched it push the puffy lips aside to get at the core of Tish’s horny
cunt.
She watched it bathe the strawberry pubes on her sister’s twat, lick over her mound,
along the soft, inner surfaces of her thighs. Then she shivered with vicarious sensation
when it massaged the straining erect clit at the top of Tish’s swollen slit.
"Ohhh, baby, that’s enough!" Tish cried weakly. "That’s all I can take right now! God,
Carol! Four times! Ohhh, I didn’t know I could come four times at once like that!
Nobody’s ever made me come four times at once before – ever!"
She pushed at Charger’s head. The dog didn’t want to stop licking. He lapped at her
thighs and wrists and hands and charged back between her thighs at every opportunity.
"Carol, help!" Tish laughed. "Get him away, honey!"
Obediently, Carol reached down for Charger. His head whipped around, and his
tongue lapped over her face. He whimpered and danced excitedly.
Carol straightened up. She caught the aroma of Tish’s cunt juice from the wet streak
Charger had left on her face. It was a heady scent. The whole scene was intoxicating.
Then, when Charger pushed his snout between her thighs and lapped there at her
cutoffs and the damp panties underneath, it became downright inebriating.
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"Oh, God," she whispered, feeling her cunt throb and pulse and come totally alive
again.
"He wants to lick your cunt, Carol," Tish said, a mischievous little smile playing at her
lips. "Take off your shorts and lie on the bed and let him eat you out, honey. I promise
you, it’s the best job you’ve ever had done on your hot pussy!"
"No… no, I… God, Tish, how could you!"
Tish rose from the chair. Her pointed tits thrust forward and swung tightly on her
chest. She approached her older sister, reached out, and put her hands on Carol’s hips,
standing very close.
"Come on, Carol. You’ve got to be needing it real bad by now. You haven’t let Alec
fuck his crummy cock in you for nearly a month."
"Shut up! Shut up, you little slut!"
"Baby, you’ve got to be starving for a big come," Tish went on, ignoring Carol’s
outburst. She smoothed her dainty hands over Carol’s hips and around to her tight butt
cheeks, filling her body with terrible sensation.
"Tish, stop!" Carol choked. "Damn you, stop!" It was a watery kind of protest. It made
Tish grin even more.
She kneaded the firm flesh of her sister’s ass and pushed her naked tits against Carol’s
blouse. Her green eyes twinkled with lust and mischief.
"Let Charger lick it, Carol," she urged. "He loves licking wet pussy. All you have to do
is lie back and let him drink up all the honey running out of your wet, flowing pussy.
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And you’ll love it, I promise. You’ll come and come, just like I did. Four times, sweetie,
and I didn’t even have to wiggle."
Carol stammered. She gasped constantly. She couldn’t have said anything intelligible if
her life had depended on it.
She looked at Charger. She looked at her hot, sexy little sister. She felt her cunt spasm
and writhe and send a fresh flood of juice into her panties.
"Ohhhh, God…" she groaned helplessly.

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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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SISTER’S DOG HUNGER – Chapter 4
Alex stared down at her red-meated cunt all the while. His prick speared rigidly from
his loins and throbbed in the air, leaking clear oil down the tip.
"Alec…" she gasped. "What are you doing?"
"Don’t resist, honey."
"But…"
"I’m going to fuck you good and hard. That’s what you want me to do, isn’t it? Don’t
you want my big prick all the way up your pretty pussy again, honey? Hosing and
squirting hot cum into you? Open your legs, Carol."
He gave her thighs a prying tug she couldn’t resist. He felt her asscheeks with his
hands, kneading them and spreading the buns wide. She could feel his hot gaze
running up and down her deep cleft, and her asshole sucked and pulsed with the
wantonness of the sensation.
"Ohhhhh, Alec…" she moaned.
His hands slid around the sides of her hips. He cupped them and lifted her butt back
and up. She arched her body, resting her weight on her elbows and knees, feeling
terribly slutty and vulnerable and yet magnificently hot at the same time.
Her tits dangled from her chest, and the nipples rubbed across the sheet, filling
themselves with sensation. She gasped repeatedly and couldn’t stop the way her ass
flared up and back and began to weave lecherously and shake with need.
She felt like a bitch in heat, like one of the dogs Tish and Harley had bought for the
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kennel for breeding. All she needed was a bushy tail to lift out of the way for Alec’s
prick.
"Ohhhh, let me down, honey," she moaned. "Alec, let me get on my back and spread
my legs for you. Darling, get on top of me and let me thrash and roll my ass under
your pounding prick!"
"You’ll like it this way, Carol. I promise you will. While I’m fucking you, I can reach
around and tickle your clit and make you come twice as hard. You’ll see."
She gasped again and dropped her forehead to the bed. She clamped her jaws tightly
shut to keep from yelling the question at him, but it burned through her mind anyway.
Is this the way you fucked Tish? Like a dog and a bitch?
She felt him get between her spread legs. Her knees were braced widely on the bed. She
could see under her body, between her round, dangling tits, down her flat tummy to
her auburn-furred cunt mound.
She saw the puffy rose-hued petals of her pussy, wide open and slutty and dripping
with her juice and the still-draining sperm from his prick. She saw the heavy root of his
cock above his swinging balls. The shaft jutted up into the air behind her ass, where she
couldn’t see all of it.
She wrenched her body suddenly, nearly twisting out of his grip. The thought that he’d
fucked her little sister this way was tearing through her with greater and greater agony.
"Alec, let me down. I don’t want to fuck this way. Alec, please don’t make me… Ahhhh,
God!" she screamed suddenly, her voice husky with passion. "God, just fuck me, fuck
me!"
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His prickhead had speared into her pussy again. Now that it was there, stretching her
hole wide, she couldn’t fight any more. She felt his hands curl around her hips, drawing
her ass backward, as if he were skewering her on his lancing cock.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned heatedly, not caring any longer what position they were in or
who he’d fucked this way.
Her pussy sucked and pulled at his prick. The heavy shaft ran into her cunt, deeper and
deeper. Her clit stretched downward from the top of her gash as if being pushed out of
its tented hiding place by the stuffing girth of the prick running into her gushing hole.
It was terribly thrilling to her. She felt his pubes crush up against the satiny skin of her
firm buns. They tickled her asshole and made the puckered mouth pulse wildly.
His hand slipped around the side of her hips and fondled her cunt mound, squeezing
the wet flesh there, plucking at her auburn curls. The tips of his fingers played with her
bloated, parted pussylips, and she began squirming her ass and tipping it up and down,
wanting him to find her straining clit.
"Ohhhh, honey!" Alec gasped. "Your cunt! God, what it’s doing to my horny prick!"
"Touch it, Alec!" she cried, shaking her head back and forth with passion. "Touch my
clit and diddle me and make me come! Ohhh, I want to come!"
She shook her ass. She couldn’t help it. Now she knew why dogs got locked together
when they fucked like this – they didn’t want to have to quit.
The sensations were incredible to her. He began fucking his prick in and out of her
pussy in long strokes, plunging thrusts. His crotch thudded against the resilient balls of
her asscheeks and made her whole body rock back and forth.
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Her tits jiggled with each thud, and her nipples blazed over the fabric of the sheet. His
fingers found her clit finally and rolled it for her, while others squeezed the lips of her
bloated pussy around his plunging shaft, doubling the sensation of his motions.
Her pelvis rocked up and down against him, and she could feel his prick touch every
portion of her convoluted cunt. She twisted her gushing pussy around his prick and
gasped and knew the wonderful sensations were just too much to ignore any more.
"Eeee, I’m coming, Alec!" she cried.
She lifted her head and fairly bleated. Her spine arched, and her ass tipped up and
shoved back as far as she could make it go. She had never felt so open, so wanton, so
deliciously slutty in her whole life.
Her pussy sucked and pulled and drooled shamelessly. Great waves of orgasm worked
through her slim body, beginning with little ripples and working to violent shudders.
She went slightly dizzy. She didn’t know if it were the position or the force of the
climax, but it had never happened quite that way before.
During the middle of it, even before she was finished, she knew another one was going
to come right after it. She yelled and growled and shook her ass and felt his prick buck
in her spasming snatch.
"Alec, come!" she cried. "Hose it into my cunt, darling! Ohhhh, I love fucking this way
– like dogs!"
Alec gasped and grunted and ground his teeth together. Beads of sweat popped out on
his forehead with the exertion to keep from blasting her pussy full of the load swinging
in his aching balls.
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Through iron will, he saved it, but he knew he was dangerously close – too close. He
had to do it now. Now!
"Carol!" he gasped. "Baby, honey – I love you! Marry me, Carol! Marry me!"
He didn’t wait for a response. There wasn’t time. He could feel the sperm boiling in his
balls already. Besides, he already knew what her answer would be.
He snapped his hips backward. His prick popped from her wet, drooling cunt and shot
erectly upward, as if loaded with a stiff spring.
He reared back and slid his hands to her butt cheeks, prying them apart quickly, wide
apart. He glanced at the tiny, pulsing target for his slippery prick and groaned loudly.
"Alec! Alec!" Carol gasped.
She didn’t understand. Why had he taken his prick out of her aching cunt when she
wanted him to keep fucking her and make her come again? Didn’t he know he was
leaving her hanging? Why was he spreading her asscheeks that way? Why?
"Alec!" she screamed suddenly.
Her head jerked up. Her body stiffened into a rigid arch. There was a burning sensation
coming from her butt, great pressure. It became localized right at the rubbery, muscular
ring of her asshole, just as she realized the slick head of his cock was causing it.
She gasped and growled. She couldn’t believe what he was trying to do. She felt her
bung stretch and scream with sensation that was a mixture of wild pain and something
else.
She felt his slippery cockhead push and shove and then pop past the quivering rim of
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her asshole. His prickshaft ran slowly up her ass, sinking into the clinging depths,
stuffing her bowels with a totally foreign sensation that was frightfully exciting.
"Alec, you’re fucking my ass!" she cried. "Ohhhh, don’t fuck me in the ass, darling, it
hu-Ahhhh, it hurts!"
She shook her butt wildly. His prick slid all the way up it, until she felt his pubic bone
mash against her firm buns and flatten them. His hands pulled backward on her hips,
and her pussylips fluttered and dripped hot juice.
She couldn’t keep from coming. There was no way. She felt her stomach muscles clamp
and crunch, and then she opened her mouth and bleated loudly. Waves of orgasm
rushed rampantly through her body and made her terribly dizzy.
"YAAAAAGH!" she bellowed.
"Carol! Carol! Your asshole’s clamping so tight around my prick I can’t – God, I’m
going to come, honey!"
"No, no – not in my ass!"
"Yes! Oh, yes! Here it – Ohhhh, God, here it comes! Right up your ass, baby! Now!
Now! AHHHHHGH!"
She screamed again. But she was too late. She felt his load spurt into her asshole like a
hot, slippery enema. His prick jumped and bucked inside her bowels, and its throbbing
sent waves of ecstasy through her again, setting off still another explosion of her heated
body.
She shuddered and throbbed. Her ass heaved around in circles and pushed shamelessly
back for more of his heavy prick and spurting cum.
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All pain left. Everything about her body turned liquid and flowing and slick, and his
cock fucked back and forth in her asshole as easily as if it were her pussy.
She yelled again and clamped her hand over her twitching cunt and shook it hard,
masturbating out another orgasm still.
Alec clung to her ass, pushing up against it tightly, wrapping his hands around her tits
and falling across her back. His prick throbbed and thudded up her butt, and it seemed
as if it would never stop hosing out thick, hot cum.
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, and then she
didn’t remember much after that, except the devastating quality of the experience itself.
She would never forget that.

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SISTER’S DOG HUNGER – Chapter 3
Alec staggered through the doorway to his bedroom and felt her hot tears against his
face. He didn’t quite understand why she was crying. All he knew was that he wanted
to be the one who could make her sadness stop.
He ran his hand down her back, undoing the zipper of her dress. While she clung to
him and whispered, he slipped the dress from her shoulders and leaned over the bed
with her.
In a smooth motion, her arms slid from around his neck, and she fell on her back on
the bed as her dress left her body and made her totally naked. She opened red-rimmed
eyes and writhed on the bed in sexual bliss and emotional torment.
"Alec, don’t stop yet, darling. Don’t quit fucking me! I’ve got more in there. Ohhh, so
much more! Why do I always have so much in there!"
She put her hands to her tits and moaned and mauled them, groaning in a strange way,
trying to cover her real feelings under the screen of the sexual urgency that was real
enough.
She rolled the firm balls of flesh and made them flatten and stretch into cones. She
tweaked her pink nipples and pulled at them with the tips of her fingers until they were
rubbery spikes at the ends of her boobs.
Her thighs scissored open and closed, and her pussy lifted and fell with movements of
her hips she couldn’t control. Her cunt made sucking sounds that were unbelievably
slutty.
She was aware that Alec was looking down between her thighs at the mouth of her
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draining cunt, and there was a moment of shame, of wanting to hide her terrible
passion from him, even after three years of revealing it to him again and again.
She put her hand over her twat. Everything was puffy and soft, so terribly wet and
slippery. Her cuntlips were so bloated with heat they were wide open and didn’t begin
to cover the pulsing pinkness of her twat hole.
The silkiness between them gleamed with slippery oils and draining sperm, and she
watched him run his eyes over the slim lines of her thighs, the flare of her hips, the
narrow waist.
Her auburn hair fanned over his bed, and her pretty, fine features rocked back and
forth as she tossed her head and moaned and massaged her tits and her pussy with her
hands.
"Carol…" he gasped huskily. "God, you’re beautiful, darling. I want you. I want you!"
"Then take me!" she half screamed. "Fuck me again, Alec! Oh, please! Make it big.
Make it good. God, make it last!"
She clapped her fingers around her wet pussy again and shook the pink, bloated meat
of it up and down. Juice trickled between her fingers, and she gasped sharply as the heel
of her hand rolled over her clit and massaged the standing, throbbing little organ of
pleasure.
"Ohhhh, suck my juicy pussy, darling! I want you to suck it off! Then fuck it! Honey,
can you fuck me again? Is your prick…"
She opened her hooded eyes. She looked at the long, solid shaft of his cock and
shivered with lust. Her lips went slack, and she moaned heavily and reached for him.
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"Give it to me, Alec! Give me your prick!"
He moved forward and knelt on the bed, straddling her chest. He settled down, and her
round, firm tits pillowed his ass and cupped his balls in warm mounds of satin flesh.
Her hands and fingers slid all over his wet, juice-covered prick. She pursed her lips and
lifted her head. A moan of combined shame and lust slipped from her throat as she
pursed her soft, full lips and ran her tongue over them to wet them.
Right then she didn’t care how slutty she was acting, how much like Tish. She wanted
him. She wanted to come and come, and she wanted the feel of his strong prick in her
and against her and his sperm flooding into her body in every hole she had, because it
was going to be the last time.
Her tongue flicked out. She tasted the clear fluid at the tip of his prick. She tasted the
essence of her sodden cunt on his spongy knob and stiff shaft.
She moaned and sucked his cockhead between her lips and felt the bumps and ridges of
his prick ripple over her soft lips and run into her mouth.
She drew strongly on his prick, and he couldn’t keep from groaning. Carol sucked as
heatedly as she fucked, and Alec had never met a girl even remotely like her.
He didn’t know what drove her, what made her so sexually volatile, but he wanted to
know. He wanted to smooth it out for her, because he genuinely cared about her.
His cock throbbed in her mouth, and he tipped his head back and sucked in his breath,
trying not to come. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to come. But he didn’t have the
fantastic kind of staying power that she did, and he wanted to last long enough to drain
her dry this time.
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He wanted to leave her so fucked out she was wobbly and bow legged and would be
incapable of staying away for two long weeks again. He wanted her to realize that she
ought to marry him and let her trampy sister and stupid brother fend for themselves,
now.
She’d done her duty. More than her duty. It was time to break free.
He looked down and watched her silky lips purse around his prick. Her head bobbed
back and forth, and her tongue stripped the bottom of his shaft and rolled around the
cockhead, teasing him and milking him for the rush of his hot sperm.
He tried not to think about how good it felt to have her lips wrapped around his cock,
about how easy it would be for him to give himself over to her soft, sucking mouth and
let his prick explode there and hose his cum down her throat.
He thought about the dog-kennel thing instead. Maybe he should keep his nose out of
it after all – just let her go ahead and set it up for Tish and Harley and then make
another try at weaning her away from them. If they were set up, she wouldn’t have that
excuse not to marry him anymore.
His thoughts broke off when Carol moaned and began sucking more fervently on his
prick. Her soft lips nearly reached to his pubes, and he could feel her throat
constricting and squeezing around the throbbing head of his dick.
Her right arm began to jiggle at the same time, and he knew what she was doing. Her
hand was still over her wet pussy. He could hear the liquid sounds her fingers made in
her silky cunt-flesh.
He glanced over his shoulder and saw her hand swirl over her sodden pussy as she
finger-fucked her drooling box. Her knees were up and bent, her thighs completely
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open.
Her cunt squirmed and quaked, and her hips circled with terrible heat. Her lips and
tongue worked over his prick faster and faster, and he knew she was going to bring
herself off at any moment.
As much as he hated to, he pulled his prick from her sucking mouth and rested his butt
on her pillowing tits, gasping harshly. She’d nearly brought him off, too, and he wasn’t
ready for another one yet.
"Alec… Alec!" she moaned, grabbing at his cock with her free hand, wanting it back
between her soft lips. Her other hand swirled over her pussy meat, her fingers circling
the stretching, throbbing nub of her clit.
He scooted backward quickly and stared down at her pulsing, sucking cunt. He
watched her fingertips play with her clitoral root and slide up and down her silky gash.
He watched her rim her cunt hole with one finger. She stretched the silky, muscular
ring wide and allowed him to see up her pussy into the incredibly wet redness there.
Her finger went around and around and then shot all the way up her cunt hole as far as
she could make it go.
"Alec I’m going to come! Ohhhh, don’t let me come this way! Fuck me, darling! Fuck
that big cock into my pussy again! Suck my cunt off! Alec, do something – quick!"
Her body shuddered and heaved, nearly out of control again. Her finger pumped wetly
in and out of her scarlet pussy hole. He waited just a moment longer, then snatched her
hand away. Her cunt made a slurping pop as it suddenly became empty.
He scooped his hands under her round butt cheeks and lifted her hips from the bed.
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Her thighs fell wide, and her pussy lifted high, quivering and pulsing, on the verge of
another orgasm.
"Ohhhh, do something, darling!"
He dropped his face to her cunt. He opened his mouth wide and covered the whole
wet, squirming mass of pulsing silk with his mouth, and he shot his tongue deeply into
her hot cunt hole.
"EEEEE! I’M COMING!" she screamed.
She wrenched violently, nearly jerking her ass from his hands. Her pussy twisted
around his tongue and then clamped down on it in spasming waves of muscular reflex
as still another orgasm tore through her overheated body.
He didn’t let her rest a moment. He knew she had to be nearing the end of her
endurance. He wanted it to be a glorious end. One that she would remember a long
time.
He slipped his tongue from her silky hole and lapped up her drenched gash with it. He
circled the tip of her clit, then massaged the engorged, throbbing clitoral root, all the
while holding her ass in his hands high off the bed.
"Oh! Oh, darling! Ohhh, let me rest a minute, Alec! Ohhh, what are you doing to my
clit? God, I feel so slutty when I get this hot, Alec…"
She twisted her head to the side and felt a moment of shame again. She wished she
didn’t get turned on this high. It made her feel sluttier than Tish. It made her wonder
what she was going to do for sexual release without Alec’s wonderful prick and sucking
lips.
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There had been a discreet number of other men when she had turned twenty. And then
her parents had died, and her little sister Tish, only thirteen at the time, had blossomed
into a sexy little doll, complete with hot little ass and ready pussy and the capacity to
fuck and fuck.
After Tish had seduced three men away from her, Carol had nearly stopped dating at
all, admitting defeat. She was pretty enough. But Tish had that something extra that
made men have to fuck her.
Carol wasn’t stupid. She knew what Tish was doing to her boy friend’s. And she knew
why. The little slut was getting back at Carol for being big sister, for being boss of the
house when there were no parents any more.
Carol kept telling herself that it was a phase Tish was going through, that she’d get
over it and find her own men and leave hers alone. Or that Tish would realize Carol
didn’t have any choice but to be boss, since she was so much older and since her sister
and brother had to be raised by someone.
It had seemed that way with Alec, finally. For a long time. Until… until…
"Oh, Alec, why did you do it!" she cried aloud, tossing her head to the side again,
putting the back of her hand to her mouth in a wail of agony. "Why did you fuck her!"
If Alec had heard the question, he wasn’t answering it. He wouldn’t, of course. He
would try to pretend. But Tish had already told her the details – all the wet, sensuous
details, gloating over them the way she always did.
Carol felt a surge of anguish pass through her again. It was nearly strong enough to
make her forget the thrilling sensation of his tongue on her oozing pussy.
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He wiped his face against her thigh and smeared her cunt juice from his lips to her soft
skin. He held her by the ass, then gave a slow twist, urging her to roll over onto her
stomach.
Carol moaned with undeniable heat and let go of the anguish and did his bidding. It
was the last time with him. She couldn’t ruin it. She had to have it last and last. She
rolled onto her stomach and gasped and wondered what he was going to do next…

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THE PONY WIVES – Chapter 12
"She’s come a long way in less than twenty-four hours," Ron said. He massaged Paula’s
ass as he looked over her shoulder. Like the other four watchers, their eyes were
focused intently on Bibi’s upturned crotch and the glistening cock of the horse, swaying
from its sheath as he moved into position.
"What an exciting cock!" Paula breathed heavily. Her attention was so riveted on the
scene that she made no move of reaction when Ron slowly unfastened her dress and
slipped it off her. He unhooked her bra and slid it forward; Paula shrugged it down her
arms and threw it aside.
Ron peeled her panties down to her shoes and she stepped out of them when he tugged
at the ankles. As he straightened up, he moved around to her front, crouching to bury
his face in her red bush. She whimpered faintly, moving her feet to spread her thighs as
he nuzzled into the moist warmth.
His tongue snaked up into her slit as he inhaled her fragrance, and he nibbled at her
rapidly swelling lips as she tilted her pelvis to make her cunt more accessible.
"Ron, darling!" she moaned. "You’ll bring me off in seconds like that! Already I’m
creaming like crazy, just watching what’s happening to Bibi."
"I know," he mumbled, feeling the honey on his face, dripping from his chin, and
gathering on his busy tongue. He licked into her cave entrance, then slid up to tease
her clitoris with a fast-darting action that made her whimper and tremble.
The stallion’s padded hooves came down on either side of Bibi, the fabric brushing
against her ribs. She thought she could feel the heat of his body over her, particularly
the moist heat that she imagined was emanating from his engorged, unsheathed cock.
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She was so tense, now that the moment had arrived, that she could not keep from
reacting at the first actual contact. When the hot, moist tip pressed into her crotch,
moved around, and slid info her cunt, she cried out.
"Jake!" There was fear in her voice, and Jake started out of the tack room doorway to
help her. But Ron left the joys of Paula’s succulence to see what was up. When he saw
at a glance that Bibi was merely panicked for the moment, he yelled at Jake just loudly
enough to be heard.
"Jake – no! He might hurt her if you spook him now. She’s all right. Look at her."
The stallion had all of his cock buried inside her and was moving it back and forth.
Juice dripped from Bibi’s crotch moaning not in pain or fear, but in deep passion.
Jake, reassured of Bibi’s safety, slipped back into the tack room. Ron returned to Paula;
she was fingering herself while she watched and waited. He tore her fingers from her
cunt, threw one of her thighs over his shoulder, and resumed his feast.
Her musky sweet fragrance roiled up around his nostrils as he sucked up her juices
while toying with her clit with his tongue. But he stopped before she began the long
climb to her peak. He got up and moved in back of her, kissed her buttocks and licked
into her trembling cleft to poke at her taut-ringed asshole.
She moaned more loudly and he stood up, placed the head of his prick in the sopping
petals of her red-bushed gash, and plowed it into her cunt all the way in a single thrust.
Paula cried out as the fullness swelled her tunnel. She was watching Bibi get a
monumental stuffing, and the empathetic thrills washed over her.
"Jam it, Ron!" she begged. "Stuff me full!" Ron stroked into her brutally, glancing aside
to see Annette sitting on Howard’s lap, his cock thrust up into her brown curls and
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driving hard in the slushy channel.
Ron reached around to grab Paula’s tits, but she was clasping them with her own
hands, kneading the mounds of soft, firm flesh and milking her nipples in a masochistic
frenzy.
Ron felt as if his balls were twice normal size. Each in-stroke renewed his awareness of
their taut fullness as the sac pressed into the squishy flesh of Paula’s dripping thighs.
"Argh-h-h!" Bibi screamed, and all eyes strained to detect the cause of her outcry.
Annette was the first to see the ring of grayish-white semen, the thick dregs of
Capscrew’s incompletely replenished supply. It oozed out around his cock, forming a
circle that looked like raw dough rising into a doughnut.
"Oh God! Did it look like that… with me?" Annette asked as her body began to
convulse.
"Ron!" Paula cried pleadingly in lustful envy. "Fill me up like that! Oh, please!" Her ass
was jerking and trembling as he tried to sink into her depths. Then he was releasing his
heavy load in staccato spurts, and she sobbed with joy as the hot fluid bathed her
innermost corners and leaked out past the obstructing flesh of Ron’s shaft to warm her
thighs and vulva, giving her the sensation she wanted.
Howard had released his load, too, and Annette was enjoying a feeling of fullness, not
as great as she had felt with the stallion, but copious enough to speed and intensify her
climax.
They all came sloppily apart, bodies separating with wet noises, stuck to each other as
much by excited perspiration as by their genital connections. Ron moved swiftly out
onto the barn floor, slowing at the halfway point as the horse backed off carefully,
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putting his padded hooves on the hay-littered floor and balancing himself gracefully
until Ron reached him and led him away.
Jake had just finished bringing Jan off with a bowling-ball grip, teasing her asshole and
cunt at the same time, while she, kneeling beside him with her ass in the air, was
swallowing the last of his forcefully ejected come.
She leaned away from his lap and he rose from his seat on the box to stagger
momentarily, then walk stiff-legged to Bibi’s side. She was moaning, and saliva dripped
from her mouth almost as generously as the fluids were draining from her crotch.
But when Jake slowly turned her over, her eyes fluttered open and a satisfied smile
spread over her face. He shook his head in good-natured tolerance and grinned with
delight to find her in good condition.
Paula had come up to stand beside Jake, and her eyes were almost round in their
wideness. She kept wetting her lips, rubbing her tenderized tits with cautious fingers,
and squeezing her thighs together intermittently. The semen was smeared all over her
inner thighs and one calf, and drops shone like pearls in the wealth of red-gold hair
around her cunt.
"God, Jake!" she said to her brother. "I’m afraid you have a pair of insatiable sluts on
your hands!" He looked up at her from his squatting position beside Bibi and grinned.
"They’re the best kind! But what makes you say it like that?"
"Well… after seeing Bibi’s monstrous sexual appetite blossom from nowhere, you
needn’t ask about her. And I’m afraid that I’m going to have to try that little horse,
too!"
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"Easy there, girls!" Ron yelled, overhearing the conversation. "That poor stallion has
only one testicle. I’m afraid you’ll have to let him rest until tomorrow, Paula."
"But… don’t you have other horses here?" she asked in a voice filled with plaintive
hope.
"Yes, but they’re not as easygoing as Capscrew. Little Big Jock would trample you to
pieces getting his cock into you, and Young Lonigan… well, there’s no telling what he
might do. He’s never been at a filly or mare, yet!"
"He did all that… what I just saw… Capscrew, I mean… and he has only one nut?"
Paula sounded as though she did not believe him. "He deserves a more gutsy name
than that! What made you call him Capscrew?"
"We have reasons for the names we give all our horses, Paula. They’re not as high-
sounding as the big names in your stable, but you have bigger horses. Tell you what: I’ll
reveal the reason for Cappie’s name if you’ll tell me something about your own. I keep
wondering why you use your maiden name. If a guy leaves you more than a million
bucks, the least you can do is bear his name proudly, I would think."
"You should have asked me," Annette told him. "Do you think I would have refused to
marry you if my maiden name had been Lansing? As long as we could discover no
definite blood relationship?"
"Oh!" was all Ron could squeeze out with his sickly grin.
"Well?" Paula was waiting.
"Oh… uh… the local hardware proprietor in Rim Forest told me once that I had to pay
extra if I wanted more than one nut with each capscrew I brought. ‘A capscrew has
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only one nut,’ he said. And that night our little Cappie was born!"
"All this is very interesting," said Bibi from her obviously uncomfortable position on
the floor. "But would someone help me to my feet? I just might be able to walk to the
bathroom."
"Honey, I’ll carry you… all the way!" Jake told her. "I want you to save all your energy
from this moment on. For me! After I recuperate from this weekend, you and I are
going to have a second honeymoon… on my terms!" He picked her up and started for
the bathroom.
"Ron, are you sure I couldn’t get fixed up with your other stud? I’m horny as hell to try
it right away." Paula’s husky voice was trembling, as were her hands and lips.
"C’mere," Ron said, waving her to follow him. He walked down the aisle toward the
stall where Little Big Jock was stabled. On the way, he gleaned some ooze from under
Snapfire’s tail. He held it out toward the stallion’s nose and watched the nostrils dilate
and the whites of the horse’s eyes show as he rolled them and looked back over his
shoulder.
"Check his cock one time," Ron said, and watched as Paula stepped up for a closer look
under the stallion’s belly. "I told you we had reasons for all our horses’ names." Paula
regarded the sizable girth of the horse’s cock, then its length. She swallowed several
times before she turned to look at Ron.
"It’s not big for a horse, but it’s bigger than I’ve seen on any of these little horses," he
told her. "It’s only a little larger around than Cappie’s, but that difference might just
damage you, especially with the wild nature Jock seems to have at times."
"Oh, well," she said, sighing. "No chance of trying out Young whatsisname, huh?"
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"I don’t dare, Paula," he said, laughing at her eagerness. "He’s even more unpredictable,
because he’s untried. Why don’t you take a tranquilizer and wait until tomorrow. Then
Cappie will be glad to oblige you, I’m sure."
"There’s only one kind of tranquilizer that could make me calm while I’m waiting for
an experience like that!" Paula wrapped her fingers around his smeary cock and milked
at it gently. "Do you think you can keep me tranquilized until bedtime?"
Ron groaned, feeling abruptly the emptiness that resulted from his weekend
overindulgence. For a moment, he looked longingly at Jock, but his good sense
outweighed the temptation. He yelled out suddenly to his guests.
"Say, how about all you folks staying on another night? I’m going to need help!"
After he had said it, he realized that only Howard could spell him in handling Paula;
she was Jake’s sister!
Howard was busy gathering up the clothes everyone had discarded so carelessly, so it
was Jake who appeared first on the scene. He studied the two faces – Paula’s and Ron’s
– and read them carefully. Paula’s lips trembled more noticeably as Jake scrutinized her
ripe body and licked his lips.
"I’ve known her ever since she was a little girl," Jake said quietly. "And if she doesn’t
object, I think I can help her last until morning. Or do you think it might upset the
Chapmans… or Annette?"
"We needn’t worry about them, I’m sure," Ron replied. "I’m positive Jan will be lined
up for seconds with Cappie tomorrow; I saw her face when Paula beat her to the
application! In any case, I think only Bibi could properly object. I take it you’re not
worried about that?"
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"When it comes to sex, Ron, I don’t think I’ll ever have to worry about Bibi again. She
had a hell of a block, but behind it was a hell of a potent sex drive, and it’s been
building up for a chain-reaction explosion for a long time!"
Howard approached the trio, his arms laden with clothing. He looked more closely now
at Paula than he had earlier. He liked the red-gold tint of her cunt’s gleaming forest,
and the lushness of her exciting Figure. His nostrils dilated somewhat, reminding Ron
of his stud horses.
"Did I hear you say you needed help? I hope it’s the kind of help I’m thinking about!"
Ron realized that the others could tell how excited Howard was without noticing the
nostril twitch. His armload of clothing did not cover the stiff hard-on that had sprung
up.
"Come on, everyone!" Annette was calling. "Let’s go to the house and get reorganized."
"Okay," Ron yelled. "But listen, everyone: No horsing around before bedtime!
THE END

SISTER’S DOG HUNGER – Chapter 2
Carol’s expression changed. Very slightly, but it changed. Her pussy sucked at Alec’s
finger with tentative spasms, as if telling the rest of her to quit arguing and get fucking.
"I wish I could believe that, Alec," she said softly. "But I know how much you love
fucking. And I know Tish."
"Sure, I love it! Hell! And there are plenty of guys who would call me stupid to pass up
a piece of quick, luscious ass like Tish, but I’m kind of proud of it. It hasn’t been easy
to do, I’ll tell you. She’s tried every wile ever thought of to get her hot little cunt around
my prick and then torment you with how she can take me away from you. Just like all
the others. Isn’t that what you told me?"
"Yes," Carol choked.
She closed her eyes. How many times had Tish done that to her, wriggling her cute ass,
flaunting herself, half raping Carol’s boy friends?
Little slut!
"Listen, honey, I’m the first man she’s wanted that she couldn’t get, and little Tish’s ego
just can’t stand that. So she pumps you full of lies and crap to try to tear us apart that
way. Carol, wise up, honey! I love you!"
"God, I want to believe that, Alec!" she cried.
He looked at her. He didn’t tell her to go ahead and believe it because it was true. He
didn’t say anything. He dipped his head and found her lips and kissed her hungrily and
fucked his finger up her pussy as deeply as he could, trying to tell her that way.
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"No, Alec…" she whimpered, feeling her surge of resistance drain away for good this
time. She didn’t want to war inside herself any more. She wanted to fuck and fuck and
feel his strong arms about her. She wanted to quit being mother and father and
guardian to Tish and Harley, too, but she just couldn’t find the strength yet.
As if trying to forget for a moment, she let her pussy muscles clamp around his finger.
Her cunt walls leaked and writhed. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that she
was better than Tish, better than a slut, in spite of the way she needed sex so badly
when she was hot.
Her cunt was soaking wet. She felt nearly mindless with the need to come. Her arms
twined about his neck with surprising strength and pulled him against her.
Her spine arched and made her tits push against his chest. The round balls were like
firm pillows there. Her nipples nearly screamed with sensation and grew to sharp spikes
of need.
Her pussy sucked and spasmed around his finger, drawing it up into her insatiable box,
and she knew it was going to be a long, long night after all.
Alec knew it, too. He wriggled his finger into the satiny, oiled depths of her twat and
waited for her explosion to come. Her first explosion. He wasn’t worried about
satisfying her with just one. After two weeks, she’d be good for maybe ten.
He rolled his thumb over her clit to hurry along the first one, and his prick pounded
rigidly in his pants, throbbing and leaking clear oil from the tip.
"Alec!" she gasped sharply. "Ohhh, your finger – your thumb! Damn you, you’re
making me… Ohhhh, you always did know how to make me come and come and be
such a shameless slut with you that I… Oh, God! Alec, hold me! Kiss me! Darling, I’m
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coming already! Yes, yes! AHHHHHHGH!"
Her hips bucked and tossed and shuddered. Her tits ballooned on her chest, and her
nipples speared into his shirt. She heard the wet sounds her pussy made around his
finger – shameless sounds, slutty, fishlike sounds.
Her cunt sucked and drew. The big waves of pent-up orgasm washed over her and
tossed her small body under him. They crashed through her and lifted her and made
her ready for another big rush almost before the first one was ended.
She filled her panties with slippery cunt juice. It leaked out around his finger and
drooled down the underside of her crotch to her butt crack, tickling her asshole and
making it pulse heatedly.
Slut… hot-cunted slut…
Alec slipped his finger from her pussy. It dripped with her hot juices. He unzipped his
pants and let his throbbing prick out, and she gripped his rod immediately. She did it
shamelessly, letting it pulse hotly under her fingers.
"Ohhhhh, fuck me, Alec! For God’s sake, fuck your cock into me and let me come
again! Once isn’t enough, darling! You know once is never enough!"
"God, yes, I know!"
She twisted her head sharply to the side. "Damn you, shut up! Just fuck me," she
moaned.
He didn’t have to say that. He didn’t have to make her sound more slutty than she
already knew she was. Her hips jerked up and down, and her pussy spasmed and shook
for more, and she felt terrible.
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He reached for her panties. She pushed them off faster than he did and melted onto the
couch, spreading under him, opening her cunt wide for the sustained bout of fucking to
come.
She pulled her dress high over her waist, feeling the sculptured texture of the cushion
against her round, tight asscheeks. She held his raging prick in her hand and pulled on
it impatiently, trying to guide it quickly into her quaking cunt hole.
Alec pushed his pants to his knees. He fell between her spread thighs, and the tip of his
cock hit the hot, fluid silk of her grasping pussy mouth.
"Ohhhh, Carol!" he cried.
"Alec! Alec! Fuck me! Hurry, I’m ready to come again!"
He thrust into her snatch. Her hips lifted. Her thighs flew wide apart. One dainty foot
rested on the floor, and the other circled in the air over the back of the couch.
She tipped her cunt up, and his prick sank all the way into her wet hole in one fluid,
frictionless slide. The dancing cockhead slid through the oiled silk of her tunnel and
butted at the end of her pulsing cunt.
Carol yelled and flung her thighs around his ass and pulled inward and came
immediately, pitching and tossing and shuddering violently.
"God! My God!" she screamed, clinging to his neck with her twined arms, her words
half-sobs of pure emotion.
Her pussy muscles sucked and pulled at his throbbing prick, milking it rhythmically.
Her asshole spasmed in and out and was tickled by the nap of the cushion fabric. His
belt buckle stabbed into her thigh, but it was a delicious kind of pain, one that
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demanded still more sensation to rage through her heated body.
Alec gave it to her, as he always did, as he had learned now to do after three years of
fucking her wild pussy into multiple orgasms. He gritted his teeth and exerted all his
will to keep himself from coming just yet.
It was tough to do, when sucking silk pulled at his horny dick. He nearly lost his load
in her oiled cunt, but he managed to swing his feet to the floor and half stand, still
plugging her pussy.
Carol’s thighs were locked about his waist. He held her naked ass in his hands,
squeezing the round, tight buns. He lifted her against him and staggered and caught his
balance, then started towards the bedroom with her, carrying her on the impaling spear
of his throbbing, buried prick.
"Alec… ohhh, God, where are you taking me?" Carol groaned huskily.
She held tightly to his neck, her tits rubbing and pushing against his chest. Her skirt
fell down between their bodies and flapped about her widespread, sucking, prick-stuffed
pussy.
He flipped the skirt back and looked down at the way her puffy cuntlips were spread
out around his thick dong, the way her pubes ground against his.
Carol looked, too. Her thighs were split as widely as they could be, and her whole
middle was like a yawning cave, with slippery walls and a running spring.
Already, her cunt juice was trickling down over his swinging balls, and she could feel
another surge of it forming along her shaking tunnel as she pushed her pussy against
his pubic bone and tightened her thighs about his hips.
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Halfway to the bedroom, she gasped in his ear and squeezed her arms and legs tightly
around him and jiggled her pussy up and down around his spearing cock.
"Alec – Alec! Fuck me! God, I’m going to come again, darling! Ohhhh, come with me!
Shoot my pussy full of sperm! Spurt into my cunt! AHHHHHGH!"
Her pelvis rocked and shuddered. Her arms felt as if they were capable of breaking his
neck. Her ass rolled in his hands, and her pussy mouth sucked open and spread even
wider around his prick, while the inside of her silken tunnel stripped and pulled at his
rigid, throbbing cock.
"Oh, Jesus," Alec whispered suddenly, the sound sharp.
He couldn’t hold his load back any longer. Her pussy was just too wild, and it had been
just too long since the last time he’d fucked her. He braced his feet on the floor and
tipped his pelvis up and made her skewered weight ride on his hips.
His prick bucked and jerked in the very depths of her spasming pussy. He felt the end
of her cunt nipping at his cockhead, and his load came spewing and spurting through
his dancing shaft, drenching her already sodden cunt.
"Yaaaaah!" he yelled, pulling tightly at her asscheeks and hunching forward at the same
time, trying desperately to maintain his balance.
Two week’s worth. That was what he blew up into her milking, sucking cunt. She
couldn’t hold it all, and his hot jizz spurted back and shot between his prickshaft and
her bloated pussy lips and drooled down his balls onto his carpet.
"Honey! Alec! Ohhh, you’re blasting me full of cum! I can feel it washing through my
cunt! Ohhhh, it’s going to make me come again, darling – again!"
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She clung to him tightly and kept her promise. She shuddered and growled heavily.
Her breath was snatched from her lungs this time as she twisted and shook in his arms
and felt as if the top of her head would blow off.
When it was over for her one more time, she sucked in air and felt her head wobble as
he hurried with her to the bedroom. She didn’t know why it was like this with her.
It was a devastating experience, shameful and wrong to be so hot, so slutty. It was
nearly always the same – just a little worse tonight because she’d made the foolish
mistake of staying away from him for so long.
Well, it would be the last time. She wasn’t going to see him anymore. She couldn’t. Her
duties were to Tish and Harley. It was useless to wish things could be otherwise.
She had to look after them, just as she always had since their parents had died in the
wreck seven years ago. She had to be sure they would be all right first. And then she
might be free to think about marrying Alec.
If Tish hadn’t ruined it by taking him away from her first.
"Oh, darling – Alec…" she sobbed softly, sliding her wet cheek against his suddenly.

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THE PONY WIVES – Chapter 11
Ron and Annette had an early conference while the guests were getting organized for
the day, so they were working smoothly as a team when they got the breakfast
conversation channeled into the varieties of sexual indulgences found in the swapping
world.
From the moment Annette brought up the subject of the dogs they had seen perform,
all four of the guests displayed interest that appeared to go beyond an initial curiosity.
When she had told all she knew of dogs in connection with swap parties, Howard
volunteered the fact that he had read a book called ‘A Dog In My Bed.’
"It sounded authentic to me," he told them. "But it made me wonder just how much of
it went on. I’ll have to admit that it intrigued me."
"I screwed a sheep once," Jake admitted with a grin. "Our fraternity made every pledge
fuck that old ewe. You know, she wasn’t a bad lay, at that, to kids too inexperienced to
have a comparison."
"Paula told me about seeing a woman screwed by a burro," Bibi said, not to be outdone
completely. "She said that every woman in the audience was creaming her panties by
the time it was over. It must be an intensely stimulating sight!"
"I’m not sure I’d risk a cock the size of a burro’s," Annette said. "But on a dare, I might
have the nerve to experiment with something the size of a dog or… well, even one of
our little stallions. Their equipment isn’t much larger than a human’s."
"Should we dare her?" Jan asked.
"It would be exciting!" Bibi exclaimed. "As long as Anne didn’t get hurt or anything."
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"I would imagine it safer than some dogs, from what I read," Howard offered. "Dogs
have those knots that get hung up in a pussy!"
"I’ll dare you!" Ron said, according to plan. Annette pretended to look at him defiantly.
She set her coffee mug down hard, jarring everything on the table.
"You do, huh? Well, Ron Lansing, if you’ve got the guts to help me with it… get things
organized so it’s safe, then I’ve got the guts to try it!"
"Come on," Ron told the others, getting up from the table. "Let’s see if she’ll put her
pussy where her brave words point!" Slowly, as if reluctant to believe they were going
to witness the actual experiment, the Chapmans and the Jacobs left the table and
followed the Lansings out to the stable.
Ron went to Snapfire’s stall first, felt under her tail for moisture, and found more than
enough heat-ooze to be sure that her scent would work. He wiped his smeary fingers on
Annette’s cunt, as the others stared with eyes opened widely.
"The mare’s in heat," he explained. "I put some of her scent on Anne to interest the
stud. Otherwise, I doubt whether he’d pay her any attention."
He walked with Annette to the bale of hay which stood apart from the rest, bunched up
some saddle blankets, and put them on the bale. He had to keep up a patter for the
benefit of the audience.
"I’m guessing at the height of the stud’s reach by the height of the mares’ cunts from
the ground. Bend over that, Anne, and see where it brings your cunny."
She positioned herself, using deliberately awkward movements to convince the others
that it was her maiden attempt. When she was still, Ron studied her for a moment, then
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nodded his head as if he thought it might be all right.
"I think we’d better all wait out of sight," he said. "Howard, take Bibi into the
bathroom. Jake, you and Jan come with me. All of us will have to be very quiet at first,
until the stud gets completely interested – if he ever does. Hide behind the doors while
I’m bringing him out. After that, he’ll be looking in the opposite direction, if we’re
lucky."
He led Jake and Jan to the tack room and they went inside while he loosed Capscrew’s
halter rope and led him around to where Annette was propped on her belly, ass high in
the air. The little stallion smelled the familiar smell and saw the strange source of the
scent, recalling his previous connection with the pale mare who usually walked on her
hind legs.
Ron retreated as the stud sniffed around Annette’s crotch and whinnied his interest. It
was not until he reached the bathroom and turned to see Capscrew cavorting around
the bale and its helpless occupant, that he realized he had not put the hoof mittens on
the stud!
True, the obviously custom-made gimmicks would have been a giveaway clue to the
guests that their hosts had put on this show before. But Anne’s safety was more
important! Ron started to go back to the scene, but the stallion chose that moment to
maneuver into mounting position.
Capscrew had been hot to fuck from the first sniff, his long red cock hanging free of its
sheath and swinging damply as he circled his prey. Now he got behind her and reared
up, putting his front hooves down on the bale, one on either side of Annette.
Ron dared not interfere, now. If he spooked the horse at a time like this, those hooves
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might hurt Annette as he shied away. He would have to trust that Capscrew would be
as careful in dismounting! He went into the bathroom and stood behind Howard, who
had his hands on Bibi’s shoulders. The brunette stood in front of Howard, her ass
almost touching the bulge in his pants.
"They have such… sexy-looking cocks!" Bibi was saying in amazement. ‘That doesn’t
look too awfully big, but… can he get it in her without hurting her?"
"Let’s hope so!" Ron said fervently, thinking about the sharp edges on those small
hooves. He sent up a prayer and stood there, waiting tensely.
"I think he’s… found her cunt!" Bibi whispered. As she watched the little horse nudge
Annette’s vulnerable cunt with the tip of his red hose, she moaned and backed her ass
against Howard, feeling his erect cock press into the crack of her ass through the
intervening material of their clothes. It had been too cool for a nude breakfast, and only
Annette had undressed before going to the barn.
"Oh God!" Bibi breathed as the stud slid into Annette very smoothly; they could hear
her whimpering grunt with clarity. Bibi reached around behind her and opened
Howard’s fly. She fished out his prick and squeezed it gently.
Howard simply unfastened his waistband and let his slacks fall to the floor. He worked
his shorts down, slipping the fly over his cock and making Bibi release her hold on him
temporarily. He stepped out of the garments, then brought his hands up under Bibi’s
dress.
She wore no panties under the summer print, so his hands were sliding over her bare
buttocks, then sneaking around to dip his fingers into her bush. He pulled her against
him and found the blossoming edges of her slit with his fingertips.
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Bibi moaned as he stirred her wet flesh, and she started to cream heavily. She leaned
over, tipping her ass up at him. Howard let his fingers slip out of her soupy cunt and
used them to better advantage. He pulled her dress up onto her back.
With a limbo step, his knees slightly bent, he edged up to her and shoved his knob into
the dripping petals. Bibi whimpered and he buried it to the hilt.
"Oh God!" she cried softly. "What is that little horse doing to Anne?" The stallion was
fucking in earnest, now, and his crimson cock was alternately visible and buried in
Annette’s body.
"He’s fucking her," Howard whispered, doing his bit to help indoctrinate her. "Just like
I’m fucking you!" And he stroked in and out with slow, firm movements that reached
her deepest recesses.
Ron was aching with the need to get into the act; watching the effective fucking
Annette was getting seemed to make him more horny than ever. He took out his cock
and moved to stand beside Bibi’s head, letting the erection flop springily against her
face.
She made a doglike grab at it and got it in her mouth, then returned her gaze to the
horse show while she started to nod her head and suck at the stiff flesh.
Annette’s moans and gasping were louder now as the stud worked steadily to probe her
limits. The weird sight was accelerating all the watchers to climax-peak faster than they
might have wished.
In the tack room, Jake had found two boxes and placed them advantageously for
ringside seats. When the stallion’s cock had begun to peel out of his belly, Jan had
gasped, reached across to Jake, and freed his cock from his pants.
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"Oh, Jake!" she cried quietly. "The little horse has such a juicy-looking dong! It’s like…
ripe fruit or something!" She bent her head and tried to suck him off while looking at
the stud and Annette sideways.
Jake’s hand went under her skirt and found her naked crotch. He fingered into her slit
and spread the petals, feeling her wetness increase as he began to toy with her flesh.
Her ass rocked and rotated on the box seat and she was moaning around the bulk of
his cock as she sucked on it.
By the time, Capscrew had started to fuck Annette vigorously, Jan’s neck was paining
her too much to continue. She had to let Jake’s prick slip from her lips and straighten
the aching muscles.
"Let me sit on it, Jake," she pleaded. "I want your cock, but… I have to watch that
horse!" She lifted her dress and sat down slowly, her cunt wide open. Jake guided his
cock into her cunt and she impaled herself on it, sinking down until she felt him in her
all the way.
She reached down and caressed his balls and the base of his cock as he began to screw
up into her. She met his thrusts every time, even while unfastening the front of her
dress so she could bare her heated tits. Yet she did not miss a single stroke of
Capscrew’s with her sharply focused eyes.
"Grab my tits, Jake!" she cried excitedly. He slid his hands from her waist up to her
open bodice, then cupped the warm mounds, letting the warmer nipples peep between
his fingers where he could knead them constantly.
Annette’s sudden sharp cry of release was immediately followed by the sight of the
stud’s semen flowing out of her stretched cunt and dripping onto the hay. It kept
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coming as if the stallion had an endless supply.
"Oh God! Look at the come!" Jan yelled, then felt her own orgasmic waves gripping her
as Jake shot his load up into her hot tunnel.
When Bibi saw the quantity of horse cream oozing out of the helpless Annette’s cunt,
her eyes bulged. As tightly as the stud’s cock appeared to be wedged, she imagined the
pressure required to force the liquid past the obstruction must have ruptured Annette’s
vagina.
Bibi swallowed desperately as she discovered that another quantity of semen was being
pumped into her mouth. She felt her climax begin at the same moment. As her cunt
convulsed around Howard’s cock, it swelled and loosed its load inside her.
Ron felt the brunette suck out his last drop and groaned as he pulled away from her.
The stud was backing out of Annette and he feared she might again be dragged off her
bale in the process.
But Annette had determined that she would not pass out this time. She was fully aware
of the last hard plunge of the stud’s prick into her cunt’s end. And she had come close
to losing consciousness when his hot fluid began to squirt into her with potent force.
But she recalled what Ron had told her of the last time, and knew she must be
conscious to stay in position.
She clung to the bale with both hands, though they were weak and trembling. The
bulky cock plopped out of her, loosing a new flow of semen as her cunt walls closed
snugly behind the departing plug.
When the horse had regained his footing on the floor and moved several yards away,
she saw his hooves and realized that he had not been wearing the mittens. As she
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became aware of the danger she had risked, everything blacked out and she slid limply
off the bale to the floor.
Ron was there immediately and stood beside her until the others reached the spot.
Then he took the stallion to his stall while Annette was being carried to the bathroom.
She revived on the way and had them stand her on her feet. Everyone followed her into
the bathroom and the women helped her get her douche ready while the men watched
in awe and admiration.
"I guess I don’t have the right to a private douche," she said to the women, grinning
crookedly at them. "After the show I put on out there, I sure as the devil can’t claim
any modesty!"
"It was a beautiful show!" Jan insisted. "I’ve never seen anything so exciting."
"Oh, it was… fantastic, Anne," Bibi told her. "How soon could he do that again? Are
they like men… have to rest for a while?"
"It’ll take him a little bit to recuperate. Why, Bibi? Are you anxious to try him?"
All eyes were focused on the brunette as she stood there, open-mouthed and wide-eyed,
and nodded her head slowly. Jake had a strange grin on his face and was shaking his
head as if he had created a monster.
"Yes," Bibi whispered. "God help me, but I want to find out what it feels like. Jake?"
She turned to her husband. "Is it all right? Would you be mad at me if I…"
"Hell, no, Bibi! You’ve had enough years of stifling your true passion. I don’t think that
little stud will hurt you." As if he had surprised himself, he sat down again with a
thoughtful expression and stared at Annette, who was moving gracefully into the
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shower cubicle.
As the noise of the water started, Jan refilled the douche and began to use it. Bibi slowly
peeled off her dress and stood there waiting, as if to indicate that she was next in line.
And a production line it turned out to be, with Jan moving into the shower after
Annette, while Bibi douched. The men undressed, deciding that it was warm enough to
join the move toward nudism, and they began to line up as the refreshing sound of the
spraying water continued. Ron would have enjoyed a shower, but he had not been
sweating like the others, so he used the intermission time to check out the stock.
All of the horses were restless, for they could smell the heat-ooze and semen in the air,
and sense the tension of excitement around them. Ron let most of them out into their
pastures, keeping only Snapfire, Capscrew and Ballerina in their stalls. He had noted
vaginal ooze on Ballerina and thought he might need a generous supply to interest
Cappie in Bibi’s crotch.
Annette had gone to the house for drinks and now came back with a tray. They were all
too thirsty to wait for Bibi, who was still in the bathroom, so they started sipping at
their drinks as they stood around the stalls nearest the north door.
"Ballerina’s in heat," Ron told Annette as she gave him his drink. "She’s still several
months short of the recommended age for breeding, but… if we could catch her in this
heat, it might mean three foals in one month, and we’ve been having great luck with
their health."
"I think you just can’t stand to see a virgin on the premises," she replied, throwing him
an elfin grin.
"Oh, I don’t know, Anne. I think I showed remarkable restraint by leaving your rear
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maidenhead intact for so long." He gave her a knowing look and she giggled.
"If you’re so eager to have poor Ballerina’s cherry ripped out of her, why don’t you take
it yourself?" she taunted. "I gave up my modesty to entertain our guests; what about
you?"
Bibi showed up to stand beside them, her tits heaving with desire as she licked her lips
nervously. She put a hand on one of Ron’s buttocks and squeezed it.
"I’m ready," she said hoarsely. "Is the horse ready yet?"
"I don’t know, Bibi," he answered her honestly. "We can see how he reacts to the idea.
But I’ll have to sneak some mare juice to smear on you first, so he’ll come close enough
to get interested."
"Collect it with your cock," Annette teased. "Then you can have double the pleasure;
gathering it and applying it."
"Yes!" Bibi seconded. "I’d like that!"
Ron made a face as he turned toward the stalls. He was not too anxious to demonstrate
his cocksmanship with the little beasts, and he doubted whether Ballerina would let him
get away with it, since she had no prior conditioning. And he thought that she was
oozing more copiously than Snapfire at the moment.
But he made the attempt. He spent several minutes at it and finally had to give up. The
maiden filly was too skittish in her first heat, and she danced around in her stall, tail
flying back and forth so violently that he could not even get his fingers in her cunt.
He moved to Snapfire, who had laid back her ears while the other filly’s whinnies
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signaled her distress. It took a minute or two of reassuring pats and soft words, but
soon she let him play with her sloppy cunt as before.
He found that the handling of the two fillies had given him the erection he needed, so
he eased up to Snapfire and slipped his cock inside her. She took his weight as he
leaned into her, and he felt the soaking wetness of her tunnel surround him.
He motioned with a hand behind his back, signaling for Bibi to step close so he would
not lose a drop. She moved near just as the north door opened silently. Everyone was so
intent on what was about to happen that the newcomer’s presence remained undetected
until Ron gave a couple of fast strokes to gather all the juice he could carry on his cock.
"What are you doing to that poor little horse?" Paula Jacobs cried out.
Ron’s hesitation was very brief as he recognized the voice. He pulled out of the filly,
turned, grabbed Bibi and bent her over in front of him, then rammed his dripping cock
into her cunt. It was only after he had smeared her inside and out with the filly’s cream
that he turned to face the uninvited guest.
"Stick around and find out!" he told her. "Anne, take her into the bathroom; Howard,
too. Jake, you and Jan hit the tack room again, will you? Come with me, Bibi!" He led
the trembling brunette to the blanketed bale of hay and positioned her. This time, he
slipped the mittens on Capscrew’s hooves before he led him out of the stall.
The horse’s nostrils flared as he recognized the scent, and he began cavorting around
the bent-over figure of Bibi as Ron moved away several yards. By the time the stallion
got around to moving in for a close sniff, Bibi was almost terrified, and her body was
shaking visibly.
But she gripped the bale with both hands in front of her, her creamy tan asscheeks held
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high and her wet, bushy cunt thrust out as invitingly as she could make it.
Ron eased back to the bathroom, where Howard was standing uneasily beside Annette,
dividing his glances between the newly arrived redhead and the brunette with the
stallion. Ron helped decide the question in Howard’s mind. He grabbed Paula’s waist
and maneuvered her into a perfect spot for viewing the show. His hands slid down over
her ass possessively as he stood behind her.
"Jesus!" Paula breathed. "And that’s my backward little sister-in-law out there!"

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SISTER’S DOG HUNGER – Chapter 1
"Ohhh, Alec – don’t!" Carol gasped, trying to draw out of the circle of his arms.
Her round, full tits heaved and pushed against his chest. Her trim, tight ass was
suddenly hot against the fabric of the couch. The tunnel of her pussy squirmed all
along its silky length, and she felt it grow fluid and loose and all too ready for his big
prick.
His lips grazed the side of her neck and found her cheek. They slid to her mouth,
suddenly slack-lipped and breathy with the passion she couldn’t deny.
The tip of his tongue traced the outline of her lips and made her shiver again. She
moaned with a protest she didn’t really feel, and she knew she shouldn’t have come up
to his apartment.
"Alec, don’t!" she gasped. "I didn’t come up here for this. Really, I didn’t."
He swept back a silky lock of her auburn hair and kissed the soft part of her that he’d
exposed. He grinned softly, not believing her.
"It’s been two weeks, Carol," he whispered. "I know you, honey. You came up here for
this. God, I can already feel the way your sweet pussy is going to shudder and leak
around my spurting cock with one come after the other. Come on, honey, let’s fuck
first and talk later. We both need a good one."
"Alec, no!" she cried softly, trying not to let him cup and feel her swollen tit. "I meant
it, Alec – I want to end it with us. It’s over. I don’t love you. I never did. I swear it."
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"Aah! That’s your little sister talking, honey. That’s Tish, not my Carol. You know you
don’t mean that. After three years of going together, you can’t make me fall for that
one."
"Alec… Ohhhh, God! Don’t touch me there! Not my pussy, you bastard! Damn it, Alec,
take your hand off! Don’t touch… Ah! Darling!" she gasped suddenly.
His fingers slid along her thigh to the top, then circled over her cunt mound. She felt
her pussy jump lasciviously and knew a charge of warm, slippery cunt juice had just
leaked between her bloated twat lips and filled the crotch of her panties.
"Over, hell," he whispered huskily, grinning against her cheek again. "Carol, you love
me, and I love you. Hell, I want to marry you. I still want to be the one to hose out the
raging fire in this hot, wet pussy of yours. I want to be the one to fuck you and fuck
you until you forget all the bad things and are happy again. Oh, Carol…"
"No, let me go, Alec!" she cried again. But it was only a weak whisper this time.
She felt his hand smoothing over and over her cunt mound. She felt the gentle
massaging of his fingers on her screaming clit, the way they snuck into the vee of her
crotch and gently pinched the swollen, drenched pussylips through her thin dress and
slick panties.
He pressured her spiked, throbbing clit again and nearly made her come. She was too
damn hot. She shouldn’t have waited two weeks before coming up to tell him it was all
over.
Waiting had left her too vulnerable to his smooth touch and the memories of so many
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other steaming fucks. She knew the fight to keep her pussy closed to his thrusting prick
was already lost.
Alec moved his hand, pushing back her short skirt, exposing the red nylon triangle of
her pantied crotch. There was a dark line of wetness where her cunt gap was, where the
hot juices from inside her writhing pussy had soaked into the fabric.
His lips sucked at her neck and worked over the line of her fine jaw to her mouth. He
Frenched her deeply at the same moment his fingers curled around the soaked, puffy
meat of her pussy.
"Ohhhh, damn you, damn you," Carol moaned softly.
She wouldn’t be able to stop it from happening now. Her thighs opened with the
parting pressure of his fingers. She slouched lower on the couch, all resistance gone.
It wouldn’t matter, really. She sure wasn’t a virgin any more. And it sure wouldn’t be
the first time with Alec. After three years of letting her wanton, shameless pussy suck
and pull at his strong prick, there couldn’t be anything terribly wrong with indulging in
a final, parting fuck with him. She couldn’t even fault herself for that.
Her cunt writhed and leaked, wetting her panties even more. The honeyed juice spilled
from her brimming hole. Her round tits throbbed against the pressure his chest made
against them, and she felt her nipples spike and grow rubbery and tight.
Her fingers curled and made little fists of resistance, the last futile effort to deny her
body’s raging needs. Then they uncoiled, and her arms slid around his neck and twined
there as she moaned and pulled him willingly against her inflamed body.
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"Alec, darling!" she gasped, over and over.
He smiled softly and gazed into her hazel eyes. "That’s my girl," he whispered. "That’s
more like my beautiful girl."
He fingered her pussy, teasing the bloated lips through her wet panties. He massaged
her whole mound and made sloshy sounds come from her wet cunt.
He worked a finger under the leg bang and touched her swollen, satin-skinned cunt lip,
pulling it aside and screwing his finger into the oiled, squirming pussy hole, sliding it
into the center of her thrashing body.
Carol groaned with terrible heat and bucked up with her hips. Her inner thighs turned
outward slightly, opening her pussy wide to him.
She moaned and stretched and twisted into a more supine position on the couch and
felt his weight all along her defenseless body. She wondered if maybe she hadn’t really
come up for a wild fuck after all, despite the denials in her mind.
"Honey, let’s go into the bedroom," he whispered.
"No! Here, Alec – right here. Damn you, do it! Fuck me! Just once, Alec, and that’s all.
Just to… Ohhhh, God, fuck me and get it over with and let me go home!"
That was absurd. It wouldn’t be just once, and they both knew it. She was already
turned on high. The moment she had her first orgasm, she would be on roaring, and
her climaxes would come so hard and fast that she’d lose count of them again.
It was that way with her. She was ashamed of it, because it made her feel as slutty and
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shameless as her sister acted, but it was that way with her.
They grappled together on the couch and fumbled with their clothing. It made her feel
like a teenager again. She was twenty-eight, and he was thirty, but they were going to
fumble and fuck on the couch like kids.
The idea sparked Alec. She felt his prick throb in his pants and bump rigidly against
her thigh. She knew it thrilled him, because she knew him as well as he knew her.
"Oh, Carol," he gasped huskily, kissing her over and over, squeezing the fleshy meat of
her pussy with his fingers. "I love you, honey. You’re wonderful. You’re the girl for me.
Marry me, Carol! Quit this silly bullshit you’re getting into and the two weeks of
staying away and all the rest of it – quit it and marry me!"
"God, don’t talk! Don’t keep saying it, Alec! Just fuck me! Ohhh, fuck that prick into
my hot pussy and make me come!"
"And come and come," he whispered heatedly, grinning again. "All right, sweetie, we’ll
do it here first and then go into the bedroom and really let loose."
"No – I’ve got to get home, Alec. Just once. Just…"
"What the hell for?" he queried, an edge coming into his voice. He already knew the
answer.
"Tish and Harley – they need me at home, Alec."
"Oh, bullshit!" he flared. He took a deep breath and tried to sound more reasonable.
"Honey, Tish is twenty-one. She’s a big girl now. Harley’s nineteen. Both of them can
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get along just fine without big sister looking after them. Carol, when are you going to
learn that and give them up and marry me, damn it!"
She pushed at him suddenly. "All right, Alec. That’s it. That’s enough. I don’t want to
hear it any more. Let me up. I want up."
He looked down at her. Her expression was strange, nearly hostile. He couldn’t believe
it – the expression or the fact that she was apparently able to hold out against him,
even though her pussy was sucking avidly on his finger.
It rattled him a moment. He didn’t get off her, and her dainty frame was no match for
his muscular one, so she lay under him and looked up at him with that strange
expression.
"She’s really gotten to you, hasn’t she?" he said finally. "Little sister Tish, with the big
green eyes and the foxy little body and the hot, ready cunt. You do everything little
sister tells you to now, huh? Well, I know about her latest idea – hers and Harley’s. A
goddamn dog kennel," he snorted. "Carol…"
"Shut up, Alec!"
"And she accuses me of trying to squander away the money your parents left you!
Carol, a dog kennel isn’t going to work – not in this town. That money you’ve been
trying to protect is just going to go right down the drain, if you put it on a dog kennel
and then let her and Harley run it!"
"We’re all going to run it. We’ll train attack dogs. There’s a big market in them now,
Alec, and I resent your butting into my business again. Harley says that-"
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"Your little brother couldn’t say shit unless Tish squatted over his open mouth and
crapped there first, and you know it! Damn it, Carol, do you know why Tish hates me
so much? Do you?"
"Because you’re a despicable bastard who can’t keep his nose out of our lives!"
"Because I never fucked her!" he half shouted.

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