Chapter 4
The next day, Joyce had made her decision. She decided she was going to take time off of work to find herself a dog. She went to a pet shop and looked industriously for a dog that she liked. Yet, she couldn't find one dog that reminded her of Redford. Sadly, she turned away. As she was walking out, she felt something flicking at her fingertips.
"I guess that dog takes to you," the pet shop owner smiled.
There, at her fingertips, was a beautiful German shepherd dog looking up into her eyes longingly.
"I think he wants me to take him home with me," she said.
"I know he does," the manager smiled. "Dogs just don't go up to people like that unless they like them."
"Well, I like him too," she said quickly. "He is a beautiful dog."
"Then, I would strongly recommend that you take him home with you," he suggested. "I assure you, my dear, you will never regret it."
"I'm sure I won't," she went on.
Then the manager told her how much the dog cost.
"A hundred dollars?" she said thinking. "I just don't know. I don't know."
"I'll make it ninety-five," the dog shop owner said.
"Sold," she said. "I can't resist him. He would be a bargain at any price. And when you were so generous to lop some of that price off, I'll go along with you."
She had made her decision and she was glad. She bought the beautiful dog. And, then she had to think of a name for him. It was difficult for her to decide what to call the dog. She thought about it and thought about it and gave it as much attention as if the dog were a child or someone very close and dear to her. Because, in fact, the dog was close and very dear to her.
"I would like to call him Tommy," she told the pet shop owner.
"Why?" he asked curiously.
"Well, Tommy was the first guy who ever made me," she laughed "and I should name him Tommy in memory of him. After all, isn't it something when a man takes care of a woman's maidenhead?"
"I guess it is," the pet shop owner looked at her, as he handed her her change and wondered if he had made the right decision to allow his dog to go with such a strange mistress.
"I hope you enjoy the dog," he said, eyeing her suspiciously.
"I'm sure Tommy and I will get along just fine. Won't we Tommy?" she asked seductively.
The pet shop owner at that point was nervous and trembling. He was so angry about what he thought the young dog might be getting into. He was quite sure that this woman had decided that she wanted that dog to slip it to her in her pussy. That really disgusted him and got him uptight. He thought dogs should fuck dogs and women should fuck men. He was old fashioned.
"You know, I have some terrible people come in here now and then," the pet shop owner went on. "People who want to do things with dogs, if you know what I mean."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said.
"Oh, I'm sorry for bringing it up," he said, "I didn't mean to. I thought you probably knew. I'm sorry."
"I'm from the Midwest," she said, "and I really haven't heard about such things. I'm very sorry. Maybe, you New Yorkers are familiar with all of that type of thing. But I'm not. You might call it New York sophistication."
"Yes, sophisticated. Very rich people. Strange, bizarre people who have more time than common sense to do things like that. They even have schools for it."
Her ears pricked up as she heard this.
"Schools for what?" she asked.
"Well, don't you know?" he asked.
"I certainly don't," she informed him. "Schools for what?"
"Schools for dog fuckers."
She turned around and walked out with the dog and never said another word. The man chuckled to himself, and the dog wondered what all the temper tantrums were about. But, young Tommy didn't have long to wonder. For he hadn't been in the house but ten minutes with his mistress before she was trying something.
"Tommy, darling," she said, "how long has it been since you've had a good piece of ass?"
Tommy licked his chops, naturally thinking she was talking about food. She was, but a liquid diet and not exactly the kind of lunch that he expected for his feeding.
"Well, Tommy baby, we'll take care of that. My pussy has been aching for you dear."
She took the beautiful dog to her bedroom. The dog was really annoyed as she patted her water-bed and insisted he jump on it. The dog didn't care for the water bed at all. He felt as if he was on a ship that was sinking.
"Tommy," Joyce protested, "get back here. I'm doing you a big favor. I'm going to let you ball me."
The dog didn't respond. He was glad to be where any four footed creature wanted to beon solid ground. He stayed on the thickly carpeted floor.
"Tommy, do we have to fuck on the floor?" she asked as she stripped.
Then, when the dog didn't respond to her, she spread herself out for him.
"All right, Tommy baby," she smiled, "this is what we'll do."
She lay on the floor and pulled the dog's long prick until it got harder and harder. Then she was ready to take it in.
"Fuck me, Tommy," she sard eagerly. "Fuck me, fuck."
The dog's tool drove into her. And then he began fucking at a furious clip.
"Fuck it," she told him, "fuck faster, Tommy. Beautiful, Tommy. That's wild. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck it, Tommy, fuck it."
Now, she was going out of her mind with delight as the dog did his thing.
"Oh," she sighed excitedly, "that's beautiful. Keep fucking, Tommy. Keep fucking."
Faster and faster, the hot dog drilled her. And she was amazed at what a good job he could do. His tongue was hanging out of the side of his mouth and he was salivating. The saliva was dripping on her tits. She didn't seem to mind.
"Fuck me, Tommy," she begged the dog. "Fuck me.
The dog turned his head this way and that as the sexual desires and pleasures surged through his long dog dick. He was ramming it in now as far as it would go. His dog balls were jiggling all over her body.
"Fuck," she panted eagerly. "Fuck. Keep fucking. Faster baby, faster. That's it, baby. Fuck. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. Keep doing it. That's what we dig. Keep fucking. Faster, honey, faster. That's what I like. Fuck it. Fuck. Fuck."
Faster and faster Tommy drilled his dog dong into her and suddenly he exploded. He came so quickly she suspected Tommy of premature orgasm. But then, Tommy probably hadn't had the benefit of a canine school training. Before he was through living with her, Joyce determined that Tommy would know enough not to make his big dog dick shoot off so quickly. But the pleasure had built to a pitch of passion that she had never reached before. And she was really burned up that it had to end. She wanted it to last a little longer.
She ground her hips around as the dog continued shooting his wad into her. But the moment he had finished getting his rocks off, he withdrew. That was something she could teach him too. To leave it in a minute. Put a little bit of sentiment into it.
The dog jumped off her and went to the corner. He sat there and licked his paw. She wondered if he was licking some of the sperm.
"Tommy, bad boy. That isn't a nice thing to do."
Tommy was finding it difficult to listen to all that his mistress had to say. She was being quite particular. However, his eyes lighted up as he looked at her beautiful female body. He enjoyed the sight of her big, bulby breasts and he liked her delicious twat. He knew that he would have fun sniffing and licking it some day.
This thought was dawning on her as she saw him licking his paw. It was a pity that he should lick his own sperm. Therefore, she thought the only sensible thing to do would be to offer Tommy the opportunity to lick her twat.
"Tommy, honey," she called to the dog, "come over here baby. That's beautiful. Come over here, honey and lick my cunt."
The dog darted over to her and let his tongue start licking at her vagina. As the hot dog's tongue lashed away at her clitoris, she became so excited she was going to juice again. She pulled her pussy lips farther apart and the dog's nose got a good smell of her there. The dog was wagging his tail with delight as he realized what a delicious smelling and tasting mistress he was getting to fuck with.
"Eat it, Tommy," she begged the dog. "Eat it, baby. Oh yes, eat mama's twat. That's the way to do it. Eat mama's twat."
She was really delighted and excited that the dog was enjoying himself so much. And now as the opportunities came more and more, she really turned on. Apparently, this beautiful dog knew how to love. It came to him instinctively. Maybe there was something about a German shepherd dog she reasoned. Tommy's big tongue lapped away at her luscious juices. He was completely enchanted at the opportunity that she had had to enjoy him and she was thankful that she had such a beautiful dog for her own. She determined that she would give Tommy all of her love and Tommy, somehow with his hot licking tongue, was giving her more than she could ever have dreamt of.
"Oh, Tommy," she said hugging the dog as he pulled his tongue out of her twat. "I love you, baby. I love you so much. You're going to sleep overnight in bed with me, baby."
Tommy hardly knew what to make of it as he was forced to sleep on the water bed with his mistress between her sheets. Finally, he got to where he didn't mind the water bed at all. He realized there wasn't anything that was going to hurt him. And he had a ball.
"Tommy," she said quietly, "you're such a beautiful baby. You're all mine."
She wrapped his paws around her. Tommy didn't want to get too close to her. He didn't think it was right. After all, he reasoned, he was a dog. Why should he be getting so close to a female. It was one thing to lick her cunt. It was another thing to sleep like this. A dog was supposed to sleep where a dog usually slept. By himself. After all, she was a human being and he was a dog. There was a difference. Apparently, this woman didn't realize that, Tommy thought to himself.
She slept all night like this and she forgot that she was sleeping with a dog. In the middle of the night she awakened and felt of Tommy's fur. She was so startled, she jumped and shouted.
"Who is it?" she said nervously.
Then her eyes opened wide and she saw it was Tommy.
"Oh, Tommy, it's you."
The dog couldn't answer but he seemed to smile as he opened his mouth and let his tongue hang out of the side of it and looked into the eyes of his beloved mistress.
She reached down and toyed with his tool. Apparently, he had to urinate as it was hard. I guess most men are like that, she thought to herself.
The dog leaped off the bed and she had problems teaching him how to urinate. She wanted him to do it outside but Tommy was eager to do it. He didn't realize that the bathroom was the place to go and just did it.
"Oh, Tommy," she said nervously. "You're not even housebroken."
It did upset her to have the smell of dog urine in her bedroom. She quickly washed it off the thick carpet where he had done it. Then she spanked him. Tommy didn't appreciate being spanked. One moment she was giving him sex, the next minute she was spanking him. He wondered if something was wrong about her. Was she unhinged or what?
Joyce knew that she had to go to work that day. She couldn't hold off any longer. Howard knew it too. He had his secretary phone her. When the secretary phoned, she gave excuses at first.
"I don't know if I can come or not."
"Well, I think you'd better. The boss said when he left yesterday to tell you that if you couldn't show up today or have a very good excuse, to forget it."
"Is that so?" Joyce said tightly, "well, just tell him I will be in in my own good time."
She hung up abruptly. She knew that she had plenty of goods on him. And she wasn't going to be relegated to a has been. He probably would give her a rotten recommendation after he fired her. Even though she had nothing definite on him, she knew that she would get at him someway.
She knew it was a battle of wits and she was :'oing to outwit him or else.
"Tommy," she smiled, "will you be a good boy? Now, I've fixed your food over here and I want you to go here in the corner of the bathroom. It's a shame you can't use the toilet."
She laughed to herself as she thought about. what she was saying. She realized she was having a little game. And she wasn't taking it seriously. Tommy looked sad as she left. He was going to be lonely. This was the time of day he hated. Being alone. What would he do in this apartment? At least at the pet shop there were other dogs to communicate with. They could bark at each other and have a delightful time. Here there were no dogs to even bark in response to.
Left alone, feeling quite sad, Tommy began sniffing his dog food. At least it was better than what he got at the dog shop. He was glad for that. But, of course, it didn't mean much because the man who owned the pet shop was rather stingy and never fed them too well.
Joyce got in her car and drove down the freeway quickly. She hurried off the freeway ramp to the downtown office where she was late. As she parked, the man who took her tab, asked her, "Are you having banker's hours?"
"What's it to you?" she said.
"Well, look, honey, I was just teasing," the man said. "I didn't mean anything serious."
"Well, leave me alone," she snapped indignantly.
Then the parking attendant looked at her tightly.
"You know, baby," he said, "you've "got a bitchin' body. I'd sure love to ball you."
"How dare you talk that way to me?"
"Well, honey," he said, "you can't blame a guy for trying, can you?"
"Your job is to take my parking tab. That is it."
"I'll give you twenty for a fast blow job," he said.
"Look, I'm going to make trouble for you."
"Oh, oh," he laughed, "I could make trouble for you. I know who you are. Everybody in your building parks here. And your boss, Howard Stevens, he told me you were a pretty sweet chick. I've had some of the other chicks he's had. His cast offs."
"Well, I'm not in the cast off category yet," she said tightly. "And you just wait until I am. Then, I'll tell you what my price is."
She stormed away more angry than ever before. Apparently, Howard Stevens had been doing some talking. When she walked in the secretary said anxiously, "The boss wants to see you."
"Well, I want to see the boss," she glared at her.
She stormed into the boss' office. As he looked at her, he wondered why she was so uptight.
"What's got you, baby?" he asked curiously.
"You. Damn it," she said. "You good for nothing bastard. I know all about you."
"Do you now?" he asked.
"You bet I do," she said tightly, "you are the most disgusting, two-timing, two-faced, doublecrossing, good for nothing that ever walked."
"You sure have got a lot of adjectives to use on me today, haven't you ? " Howard spit furiously. "For a dame who hasn't been here on the job, you've got a lot of nerve. Look, I don't owe you a damn thing. I gave you a damn good fuck. And that's it. Now, baby, if you want to clear out, clear out."
She looked at him tightly and said, "Apparently, when you were loaded or stoned out of your skull, you had to say a few nice words about me to a parking man. The man in our building."
"What?" Howard Stevens asked not remembering.
"Well, let me refresh your memory. Apparently, that good for nothing little twerp was told something that gave him the idea that he could ball me. And he had the nerve to ask me to give him a blow job."
"Say, don't blame him. He got me a chick that I've been trying to get for ages. Some chick who works on another floor. And I paid him and then I mentioned to him that I'd had a good girl in my office that he ought to have. And, he asked me who. And I said you."
"That was real sweet of you," she said, "and, let me tell you something. I'm going to make you pay for that."
"How?" he asked.
"I want a four week vacation," she said, "with pay."
"You're blackmailing me," he said tightly, "how dare you?"
"I'm making you pay the price for opening you big blabber mouth when you've been drinking," she said. "I think that will teach you to zipper your lip."
"You know, I could hate you sometimes."
"I suppose you could," she said evenly, "well, baby, let me tell you the feeling is mutual."
She became so angry that she didn't care about anything. Not the job. Not the security. Not the money. She cared about getting even. And there was only one way to do it. That was to leave. And so, she stalked out without saying another word. That was the best thing to do as far as upsetting Howard. It made him so nervous he could hardly continue working throughout the day. He had enjoyed her a lot and he thought he might have some more sex with her But, she was such a temperamental wench that he knew he never would after he had seen this demonstration. Yet, he didn't know what to do about the situation. It was a terrible situation, and he was worried. He certainly had no one he could confide in.
When she went downstairs she was glad she could give her parking tab to someone else other than the young man who had made the advance toward her. Then, she went on her way. She was happy and delighted that she had this opportunity. And she could never forget it. An opportunity to tell someone where to go. Indeed, it was a moment of triumph for her. However, there was a tug of war going on in her mind. She didn't know what to do. She went home and decided she would be with her dog. Tommy greeted her eagerly. He was so surprised to see her. And now, she was eager for him.
She got up on the bed and spread her legs for him. It didn't take her long to get him nuzzling there with his nose. She decided they couldn't have any fun unless she took off all her clothes. And so, she stripped. Once the dog had her, he began licking her quickly. She let his licks serve as a prelude to sex. Soon, he was sliding his tool into her like a probe. She loved the way he did it. It was such a big shaft. And he would pull it so far out she could watch it as he would thrust it in and out. He was a wild fucker and she greeted it with great pleasure.
"Fuck me," she shouted with a cry of glee, "fuck me."
The dog rammed it in her cunt quickly and together they went to town. He didn't stop fucking until he was getting the great pleasure of orgasm. As he drove forward, he suddenly burst into her. She was frightened for a second as his load was so big. However, she quickly learned to relax and enjoy it. Grasping it tightly in her cunt, she squeezed his cock more and more. It was as if she was milking the big hard prick. Finally, he pulled it out of her dribbling cunt and she found herself alone.
She was amazed at what large quantities he had shot into her. It was amazing and delightful at the same time. She thought she would get some rest and then she heard someone at the door.
She went to the door and got a big surprise. There was her brother, Dale. She had only slipped into a see-through negligee, and when Dale got a load of her, he let his jaw hang.
"Well, sister," he smiled, "what have we here?"
"What do you want?" she said. "I haven't seen you in ages."
"Well, baby, I just dropped by. I got a divorce and I'm alone again."
"You're divorced?" she asked surprised.
"Yes," he said, "can't a guy change his mind ? "
"Yes," she said, "but you're such a rebel I didn't figure you'd ever get along with anyone. It's a strange twist of fate that you would come here now. I'm in a tight spot."
"So am I," he told her, "and I need somebody to help me. I need a good fucking."
"Well, don't come to me for that," she said, "I am your sister."
"I'm not particular," he chuckled. "Give me something to drink."
"You're impossible without booze," she said. "I'm certainly not going to get you anything to drink."
"Please," he insisted, "I need a drink bad."
When she saw how insistent he was, Joyce thought that she probably should get him a drink. She went into the kitchen and found a bottle of booze up on the shelf. She brought the bourbon down and looked for some Seven Up. Then she found some ice cubes and walked back into the living room.
"Fix me one too, brother," she said, "I could use it."
It didn't take long for him to pour the liquor as he was very thirsty for some liquor. Finally, as they were drinking, he said to her, "Honey, I've missed you. You know, I think it was wrong that we ever did anything when we were kids. Because, it's wrecked it for me now."
"What are you talking about?' Joyce said, lighting a cigarette and leaning back.
"I'll tell you," he said, "when I try it with my wife, I can't do it. I'm impotent. So, she divorced me."
"Well, what's that got to do with me?"
"Plenty," he said, "plenty. You see, baby, I got used to having sex with you and I couldn't get used to anyone else."
"That's disgusting," she said, "and don't discuss it."
"I have to," he said, "it's really serious, baby. Really serious."
Soon, her brother was eager for sex with her and it distressed her. She knew that this wouldn't be right and she was trying to strike a new trail.
"Quit unzipping your pants," she told him.
"Just suck on it a few minutes," he begged, "I need some action. You don't have to go through the whole thing, baby. Just something."
"You're disgusting," she said, as she saw him fish out hfs giant sized banana.
"Look baby, doesn't it look good to you?"
He stroked his huge shaft trying to entice his sister to suck on it for him.
"You told me you were impotent with your wife. Now, I see you with that big dick. What are you trying to prove?"
"That's my problem," he explained. "When I'm with her, I am impotent. But, baby, you turn me on. I never had such good fucks and sucks except with you, baby."
"That's disgusting," she said angrily. "I am your own sister."
He looked at her tightly and finally he said, "Look, do something for me. I need it bad."
"Forget it," she said, "I'm not going to do it."
"Oh, yes you will," he said, "you'll do it all right."
Now, he was coming over to her and he was going to force her.
"Get on your knees like you used to."
Horrible memories flooded back to her. Suddenly, Tommy her dog, came to her defense.
"I'll turn him on you, you rat," she said.
"I'll kill that dog if you do."
"How dare you talk that way about him?"
"That ugly damn dog," he said, "you're probably fucking him too."
"Well, I'd rather fuck that dog than you any day," she said. , Then he seized on an idea. He pulled out a small knife and warned her.
"Baby, I want to see you suck the dog's dick."
"Suck his cock?" she said.
"Sure, baby, that's what you've got him around here for. You don't fool me. Ever since you've had your life at the top, you've been acting like a real different person. Now, baby, come down to earth Grab the dog's cock and start sucking. That'll get me hard. I'll jerk my prick off while you're sucking the dog's dick."
"You're disgusting, Dale," she said.
"I mean it," he said pointing the knife at her.
Now, she knew he meant business. She hated him for acting this way. She got underneath her dog, Tommy, and pulled his giant sized pecker to her. She stroked on it a few times until she got it hard.
"Oh, that's wild," Dale smiled, "yes, baby, yes. Keep doing that. Oh, wow!"
To her great surprise, she found she was enjoying it. She let her tongue slide along the dog's dick. Soon she was sucking on the head of it.
"Suck it," he told her eagerly, "suck the dog's dick. Yes, baby, that's it. Suck it."
Faster and faster, her hot tongue moved as she did her thing on the dog's huge velvety cock. The dog loved it and he shafted her. He thrust it down her throat. She loved it too.
"Oh," he panted, "that's beautiful. Keep doing it, baby. Keep doing it."
Faster and faster, the dog drilled her face. She loved every minute of it.
"Oh," he panted, "that's too much. Keep doing it"
Now, the dog was giving it to her. It wouldn't be much longer now until he came. Suddenly, the huge dog dick slid down her throat and finally, he juiced. She got the juice all over herself and wanted to get away but her brother wouldn't let her.
"Keep your mouth on the dog's prick," he told her, "that's it. Now baby, you come over here and suck my joint off."
She saw no way out. She went over to her brother and he sat in a chair. She bt it over and gripped his tool in her hand and sucked. He held the knife over her all the time.
"Suck it," he demanded, "suck that cock. Yes, baby, suck, suck."
She sucked vigorously, wishing she could bite him. As her teeth bore down into his pecker, he warned her, "Don't you try any funny stuff."
Now, she had had so much of it, she didn't know if she could stand it any more. But, he demanded more.
"Keep going," he insisted, "you keep sucking. Don't stop."
She kept it going and finally, as she thought it would shoot she tried to pull away but he grabbed her. He wasn't going to let it happen.
"Don't try anything," he said, "you get the juice out of it. Keep sucking until you get all the juice out of it."
She sucked vigorously until she had gotten all the juice out of his prick. Then she pulled off it. It was still hard.
"What's wrong with you?" she said. "You said that you were impotent."
"I was with my wife," he admitted, "but with you baby, because we did it when we were kids, I guess I can always do it with you. Go ahead and suck."
She sucked it a moment more until it was hard and then she slipped her mouth off.
"I want to try some wild stuff with you," he said, "I never could get my wife to let me do it to her from behind. You know how."
She looked at him angrily as a light flashed into her eyes. She remembered what an awful experience it was when she had had it that way with Howard Stevens.
"I'm not going to do it with you that way," she insisted. "I won't."
"Oh, yes you will," he said. "You will."
It really disgusted her. And so she tried to resist him.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Dale," she said, "coming here and forcing me to do things that I don't want to do."
"Well, I'm not ashamed of myself," he said. "I never have been. I don't know why I'm this way. But I am. And I want to light a fire in your ass with my prick."
"Get out of here," she pleaded with him.
But her pleas only whetted his appetite for more sex.
"Please, won't you go?" she insisted.
He came over to her and suggested, "If you don't take those clothes off, I will."
"All right, damn it. Then will you go?"
"All right, baby," he said, "after I get some good screws, I'll go. And I won't come back and bother you."
She looked at him and smiled.
"Well, that's good to know. Because, if you were going to come around here again, I would move."
"Then I shouldn't inform you if I will or if I won't be back, should I?" he said with a smug smile forming on his face. "Now, baby, you take your clothes off so I can give you an ass fuck you won't forget."
She looked at him and tried to argue and talk him out of it.
"You could hurt me with that dagger prick of yours," she said.
"Oh, no, I won't hurt you," he assured her. "I'll be very careful. I'll use vaseline or whatever."
"Well, you better," she said, "I don't want that big old dick sliding up there. You've got a nerve to do it or even want to do it."
"Look, I'm human," he said. "I'll admit that it isn't right for a brother to fuck his sister. But, baby, I'm twisted. I'm warped. You are my hang-up."
She paced the floor and tried to think of something to stop him from wanting so much sex.
"Don't you have any other women that you can go to?" she asked.
"I've tried," he said, "damn it to hell, I've tried. Don't think I come to you because I want to. It's just that I can't turn on with those other women."
"There are whores who specialize in doing everything. You know, Dale, if you would go to one of them, they could get you going. They have clinics for such things as impotency."
"I tried one of those damn clinics. It cost me a couple of hundred bucks. And nothing worked. This sweet little chick gets down there and she sucks on my balls, she plays with my ass-hole, even slides her tongue up there. Doesn't have any effect."
"You mean you couldn't get that big cock up?"
"No," he admitted, "it hung limp. Don't think I wasn't embarrassed."
"Well, I imagine you would be," she admitted. "It's funny but I never thought that you would get warped like this. You really are bent out of shape."
"That's a helluva nice thing to say to me," he said, "you think that's going to endear me to you anymore?"
"I'm not trying to get you to like me," she said, "I simply am thinking of your welfare, dear brother. You know, a lot of these people wind up murdering people when they get impotent. That's what a lot of these rape things are over. They are so twisted and warped and confused, they get uptight and they try to express something that just can't be expressed. I don't want that ever to happen to you."
"Don't worry about it," he said. "Just get your clothes off."
"That's all you can think of," she said, "sex. Sex, sex, and more sex. It's disgusting."
"No it isn't," he said, "it's sex that makes the world go round."
"Well, it may make your world go round, but it doesn't mine. There are many other things that I live for."
"Well, baby," he said, "I'm not going to give you much more time. Now, you get in that bedroom. And you get in there fast."
She hurried into the bedroom and he was following close behind.
"Can't you forget about it?" she begged him. "Please forget it."
He didn't want to listen to her. It was disgusting to him to hear her go on like this. Yet, she knew that she had to. He had a knife and he might use it. Slowly, she took off her clothes. She thought if she moved slowly, she might be able to change his mind. However, it didn't work. As he looked down at her silky-haired cunt when she slid out of her panties, he said, "Let me examine that close up, sister."
Brazenly, he reached down to look at her and fondled her. As his fingers probed into the hot, narrow slit, feeling the corners of the fleshy hole, he got terribly excited. Now, his fingers were thrusting deeper and deeper into the pulsating cunt while at the same time, he was reaching for his tool with his other hand.
"Oh, Dale," she said tightly, "why have you degenerated to something like this?"
"Don't talk," he insisted, "don't talk like that."
"It's the truth," she said, "I'm only telling you the truth."
"Well, maybe you are," he said, "but I don't want to hear it. Do you mind?"
"No," she said, "I don't mind too much."
It was becoming disgusting to him. Yet, she wanted to go on. His hot fingers were doing wild things inside of her now. She had to give him credit for being able to know how to do it. Apparently, his passion for her was something else as she never could remember any other man who could manipulate her clitoris as effectively as her brother, Dale, was doing.
"You like it, don't you?" he asked.
"It feels good."
"Well, you're going to get it up your ass too."
Now, he used another finger to slide up her ass. Using some of the moisture that he had derived from her cunt, he slid into her ass-hole. With the two fingers fucking her like this, he was getting great pleasure. And, at the same time, his other hand was pumping his big dick. She looked at him sadly.
"Oh, baby, can't you quit this?"
His fingers were thrusting deeper and deeper into her now. The passion was building and building.
"Stop it," she begged him. "Stop this foolishness."
"Another word out of you, and you'll be sorry you ever opened your mouth."
She had to keep her lips closed now as he was fever brained. She let him pull on his cock while he thrust his fingers into her cunt and into her ass-hole. It was becoming more disgusting every second for her. But she stood there unable to do anything. He could overpower her at any moment. And the most disgusting revolting part of it was that it was her own brothei.
Finally, she couldn't stand it any longer and she blurted, "Oh, Dale, I disown you. You're not my brother. They must have mixed up the babies at the hospital. I won't credit you with being my brother."
"Damn it, sister," he snapped, "don't make me angry. I've tried to be nice to you. But you're getting me angry. I can't help it," he said, "I've got to have my action. Now just relax."
Faster and faster his feverish fingers worked up in her body. She was getting more disgusted every moment, yet what else could she do?
"Finger fuck me," she begged, "finger fuck me if you want to so bad. But don't do it both ways. I don't like that other finger up the ass-hole. It hurts like the devil."
That brought a smile to her brother's face.
"Well, if you think that hurts, honey, wait until you've had this big prick of mine sliding up your ass. Then you'll know what hurt means."
"You are a monster, aren't you?" she said furiously. "You really are. I never met anyone as disgusting as you are."
She didn't know how she could get away from him. Yet, there was no way now. She had to face what she had to face.
"I hate you," she cried passionately. "I hate you."
"Don't hate me, honey," he said tightly, "don't hate me at all. You're lucky that I'm your brother. Maybe, I would do awful things to you with that knife if I weren't. You know a lot of men these days derive pleasure out of tattooing their initials on a woman's body."
"Where did you get that idea?" she asked. "Are you flipping out?"
"Oh, no," he smiled, "I've been reading those detective magazines. That's what men are doing. I haven't done it. But I could."
A smirk was on his face now as he went on thrusting his fingers in and out of her. She tried to think of anything she could do to get away from him. But he carefully had seen to it that Tommy, her dog, was locked in the other room. Now, she couldn't have access to Tommy and the protection that he would offer her. Tommy was scratching at the door and he laughed.
"Your friend doesn't seem to be able to turn the knob."
"Damn it, if I could get that dog in here, he would really take care of you. Then you'd be sorry for what you're doing to me."
"Would I?" he smiled smugly. "No, I won't be sorry. I'm glad. This is my fun. Can't you see? I'm perverse. I'm twisted. I'm warped. I'm demented. That's me, baby. That's me all over."
"It sure as hell is," she said, "and someday you're going to be sorry. Real sorry."
"When?" he asked smoothly.
"When I tell the authorities."
"And, are you going to tell them that you fuck dogs at the same time?" he asked.
"How dare you suggest that," she said. "You forced me."
"But, sis, you've done it with dogs before. Don't you remember when you were a little girl you used to fuck our dog, Shep. Shep didn't like it but he was still fucked. I remember it well. That's when I caught you and made you have sex with me. I blackmailed you."
"Oh, I guess I do remember," she said, as it flashed into her mind from childhood.
"Sure you ao, sis," he said, as he went on fingering her two holes and smiling smugly at her.