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.