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2005 Gabriel Sebastian All rights reserved. No part may
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So There
by Gabrial Sebastian (address withheld)
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A snobbish woman learns a lesson. (FFM, reluc, beast)
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I hate the term live in girlfriend or lover but I can't
think of a better phrase. So, meet Julie. A drop dead
gorgeous lady with piercing blue eyes that are always
laughing at you for being so straight laced. At a tall,
5' 8" and 120 lbs. she is lushly statuesque. In
addition, she has the sexiest tits I've ever seen. At
least from her bras, she's a 37D. Heavy with just a
hint of sag, her breasts are topped by large nipples
that are always excited about something.
When she goes bra less, she gets a lot of attention.
Now, I know this is so much detailed gloating, but the
reason concerns Julie's older sister, Darlene, who is
the real subject of this story. Although there is two-
year age gap, they could be twins; consequently, if you
describe one, you draw a picture of the other.
Explanation is hard when discussing their asses.
Perfection is always difficult to put on paper; it
never sounds quite right. Julie and Darlene add
handsomely to the curves of their bodies with those
backsides. "So round, so firm, so fully packed," is a
jingle that cant be resisted nor should be. It's a
family trait.
Even though the mother is in her fifties, there are
times when she walks by that my thoughts are impure.
Despite the similarities there is a difference in
attitude. Julie takes every opportunity to show off her
body, preferably nude. There have been times when she
has taken off something that I think if I want to keep
her chaste, I'm going to be in a fight. That has never
happened, and she gleefully skips off to the next
escapade. She figures that age will cause various body
parts to droop and she's going to enjoy herself to the
fullest while she can.
Darlene is just the opposite. She is always buttoned
down and contained. Having a glass of wine with a meal
is a major concession. However, her conservatism does
not include her dress. Vanity won't let her buy
disguising frump clothes; they have to be trim and the
height of fashion. Believe me, she can afford it. Julie
drools every time she gets the hand—me—downs When
Darlene wears a well cut business suit because of her
director's job, with that body, of course, she looks
spectacular. But, she's not happy about it and she
makes sure that you aren't either.
Informed that Darlene was coming over, I gave my
standard complaint on her constant whine about being
alone and misunderstood. Julie agreed but said she had
a scheme that would solve Darlene's problem. I asked
for details but all I got was a devilish smirk. Also, I
had to pledge that I would follow her every order.
Intrigued, it was one of the few times I anticipated an
evening with Darlene. She arrived about an hour after
work wearing a pale purple outfit and dark blue
buttoned up blouse. With her thick "fuck me" brown hair
I know this combination isn't supposed to work, but
Darlene looked dazzling. She removed her jacket,
plunked down on the other end of the sofa where I was
sitting and started to bitch.
Julie rode to my rescue by interrupting the rant with
questions and frequent refills of our wine glasses
while paying particular attention to the details of
Darlene's sex life. Some got quite intimate, but she
was being plied by an expert. After a couple of hours,
Darlene, who had drunk about four full glasses, a new
high for her, decided to leave. As she wobbled to her
feet, Julie blocked her way and announced that she was
too drunk to drive. With that Julie shoved Darlene down
into my lap.
I don't know which of us was more surprised: me or
Darlene, but when Julie ordered me to grab her, I
gleefully obeyed. Wearing a wolfish grin, Julie started
to tug at and unbutton Darlene's blouse. Shocked into
immobility, she didn't raise a fuss until it was too
late.
Her bewildered cries of why and stop were ignored.
Julie already had the lapels peeled back and was
working on the bra. Having exposed Darlene's breasts,
Julie's self-satisfied smile widened and she told me to
enjoy. You didn't have to enlightened me twice. My
cross armed cage of Darlene's torso placed my hands
extremely well and I began to milk and mold her flesh
into perfect cones of pleasure.
I also discovered a new family characteristic,
magnificent nipples. Just like Julie's, they were large
and excitable. The lengthy nubs were stiffening so
fast, I barely had time to make a contribution. Her
forced grunts kept time with my clenching fingers.
Julie had her hands under the skirt, busily pushing the
hem up over Darlene's sheathed legs. When she reached
the top, Julie gave a sharp jerk, and Darlene's hose
and panties were around her ankles. Totally exposed,
Darlene's cheeks reddened. She was embarrassed, Julie
was triumphant and I was ecstatic.
At the same time Julie called Tris, our Rotweiler. He
rose slowly from his doggie mat and trotted over. I
don't think Darlene was aware of what was going to
happen. When Julie ordered me to spread Îem, I knew.
With my legs already wrapped around her ankles, it was
real easy. Darlene looked at her laid open cunt, the
dog's approaching head and started to squirm. Her eyes
smacked open in kinky shock as she implored us to stop
and not do this. Tris knew what all this meant and
eagerly stepped forward.
There was a moment of hesitation as the dog shook his
head from side to side and looked at Darlene's thick
bush but his ample practice with Julie's shaven pussy
gave him a good idea where everything was and his
tongue went to work. The wide appendage traced a wet
path from Darlene's ass ring to clit. Her whole body
jumped as that juicy muscle dragged across the puckered
anus.
Nothing stopped him as he repeated the gesture. She was
howling a chant of no, no and trying to struggle but
she wasn't achieving much. Despite her protests, a
puffy slit started to appear in the thick brown pubic
hair. Tris quickened the pace of those easygoing
slurps. Her pussy lips swelled as they parted. The
moisture collecting in that fleshy canyon was no longer
Tris' alone. Darlene was still screeching a plaintive
wail. But her voice was softer and her hips began to
rise. From lengthy practice the dog knew to bury his
tongue in the fragrant valley while lapping furiously.
Darlene was gone. She stopped protesting, turned her
head and buried her face in my neck. The muscles in her
body relaxed to welcome the fleshy assault she couldn't
watch. A new tension crept in to lift her legs and
cross them over Tris' back so she could use them to
pull him closer to her open vagina. She was going to
come. Hard. When the tremors started, she squeezed her
hips even higher. Shrieking moans greeted Tris'
voracious muzzle.
I can tell you it was one hell of a ride. Julie watched
in amused astonishment; partly shocked at Darlene's
intensity, partly excited by the display. She stepped
in, uncrossed her sister's legs and pulled the dog
away. With an open hand, she began lightly smacking
Darlene's pussy. She could have been playing in a water
puddle because drops of torrid fluid flew with each
slap. Darlene begged Julie to stop while her throbbing
cunt kept opening under Julie's descending hand. She
finally relented and rolled Darlene off my lap.
With her upper torso resting on the sofa seat and her
knees on the floor, Darlene was in a perfect position.
I can't say for certain she could imagine what was
coming but then, Julie draped that sofa blanket across
her. Julie called Tris once again while patting
Darlene's back. Her open pussy hung down in invitation;
the smell of her sex was in the air.
As far as Tris was concerned, she was in heat and he
knew what to do in that situation. Julie needn't have
called. Tris almost ran in his approach to mount her.
Darlene was screaming in protest, begging us not to let
this go any further. She was rotating her ass in a vain
attempt at keeping the dog out. But a 200 lb. animal on
you tends to restrict movement. Julie placed her hand
under the dog's belly to stroke his unsheathed red
penis. She had jacked him off before but now, she
wanted to coax him into readiness. Tris really didn't
need it but wasn't going to object.
Julie laughed as she guided the dog's cock towards
Darlene's pussy. Tris' flaming red shaft protruded a
lonely eight inches, and Darlene's cunt offered
welcoming shelter. Even with Julie's help, The thick
rod rubbed against Darlene's leg to acquaint her with
what was coming. She was hoarsely sing-songging a no,
still whipping her hips in frustration while Julie
cackled a giggle.
Me? I just watched the whole thing, it was so hot. Tris
needed no more help in exploiting the situation as he
slipped his cock in past his knot. Darlene's back
arched and her head flopped with a slight shake. I knew
that one. Julie was excitedly digging into my crotch.
but my raging hard on made freedom difficult. Achieving
her goal, she lazily stroked my stiff cock while
watching the show.
Darlene's hips were moving back and forward now. Her
face showed some displeasure but her body had clearly
decided to enjoy the feelings that thick cock in her
pussy was churning out. Tris now had two bitches to
serve and was proud that he could do such a good job.
He sped up and Darlene howled in pleasure.
She came again and now closed her eyes as she
concentrated on another. During previous sessions Julie
had described how delicious the dog's fast thrusts felt
so, Darlene's conversion to moaning enjoyment was no
surprise. She was coming so hard the juices ran down
her leg. Finally, Tris stiffened as he came. He popped
out and went to his corner.
Julie's languid fondlings had their effect as I spurted
while Darlene shuddered for the last time. Muttering a
how could you, she gathered her clothes and staggered
out the door. After a month, she started coming around
again and ever since she got that dog, she's a lot more
mellow.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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