J. S. Bradley

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 gazed 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."

"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, ginning 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 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 juice 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 longer. 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 of his chest 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 need. Then she uncoiled, and her arm slid around his neck and twined there as she moaned and pulled him willingly against her inflamed body.

"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 band and touched her swollen, satin-skinned cuntlip, pulling it aside and screwing his finger into the oiled, squirming pussy hole, sliding it into the center of the 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 denial 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.

It was that way with her. She was ashamed of it, because it made her feel as slutty and 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 between 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, 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! Ohhhh, 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 then can get along just fine without big sister looking after them. Carol, when are you going to learn that, 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 through her pussy was sucking avidly on his finger.

It rattled him for 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, 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 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 in a dog kennel and 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-"

"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.

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 plenty of guys 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. 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.

"No. Alec…" she whimpered, feeling her surge of resistance drain away for good this time. She didn't want the 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 the 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 wiggled 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 coming already! Yes, Yes! Ahhhhhhhhhgh!"

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, Tish-like sounds.

Her cunt sucked and drew. 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 had subsided.

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 between 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.

He reached for her panties. She pushed them off faster than he did and melted into 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 felt 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.