SERVICING LARRY - Part 3
"I don't think of my sister that way, but she is nearly
as good looking as me, I must admit." I laughed a dirty laugh, knowing
Larry's mind was full of his sexual thoughts about his wedding night. I had him
just where I wanted him, his sexual libido would be up now. "But she
doesn't have this between her legs!" I reached over and grabbed his right
wrist in my right hand and plonked his hand over the bulge in my pouch.
"God!" Larry gasped and tried to pull his hand
away, but my fingers held his wrist in a firm grip.
"Jesus!" You have a big one!" Larry gasped,
his fingers feeling the length of my soft inches. As usual with so many men, Larry
was intrigued by my dimensions and taken flat-footed by my outrageous behaviour.
"It will get a lot bigger than that if you carry on
fondling it like that!" I laughed and let his wrist go, squirming my body
merrily against his.
"Sorry!" he whipped his hand away.
"It's OK, men are always impressed by my size." I
squeezed his shoulder in case he was about to leap out of the tight bed.
"Women too, I expect! How big is it?" Larry's body
was frozen rigid.
"Four inches when soft and nine or ten when hard."
I said modestly.
"Jesus!"
"How about yours?" I whispered, rolling onto my
side, his hand and arm sliding around my waist and his fingers touching my
smooth belly, just inches away from my pouch. His arm was trapped by my weight,
my filing pouch pressed against his hip. My fingers made a lunge for his
unclothed cock.
"Stop it!" Larry said. "Jesus!" he
gasped when my fingers felt him.
"Better give you an inspection, make sure it is fit for
service tomorrow! I laughed.
"Stop it Mick!"
But my left hand clasped his left shoulder and my right
fingered his marital equipment. It was modest, compared to mine and soft and
unresponsive.
"Better give it a full service, a full tune up!" I
said to the car mechanic and pushed back the cover to dip my head onto his soft
marital gear."
"Stop!" he gasped.
"No!" he groaned.
"Holy shit!" he moaned and his soft cock entered
my warm mouth.
His hands went to the back of my head as if to pull me off
in one last attempt to be a decent brother-in-law. But his gasps told me he was
mine for tonight and his hands stroked the back of my head encouraging me to
give him a full pre-marital servicing.
His cock responded to my expert sucking and tonguing and it
grew in my mouth. He wasn't the biggest bridegroom in the world, but his eager
firmness and sweet taste were delightful.
I pulled his erection out of my mouth and inspected it with
my eyes up close. His foreskin was glistening with my saliva and my spit
dribbled down his hard shaft. "She'll love this!" I cooed and with my
fingers and thumb, I slid his foreskin down to reveal the groom's eager,
dripping helmet. I licked the sweet pre-cum around his exposed head, before
swallowing his shaft again. My tongue played over his velvety bridegroom
helmet.
"I never knew, it would feel like this!" Larry
enthusiastically rubbed the back of my head.
I slipped his hard six inches out of my mouth and held it
aloft above his belly. "It needs a little tuning, sir." I said
pretending to be a car mechanic. "But it is roadworthy. Although it could
do with a full road test!"
Larry lay back against the wall, lost in erotic thoughts of
his wedding night fuck.
"Has nobody ever sucked you?" I said, wagging his
weighty penis.
"No."
"Lots of women don't like to. I don't think they really
like penises, not like a man likes his cock. It takes a man to know what a man
likes." I cooed and swallowed his shaft again to moans from my groom.
"I've never, you know, gone all the way." Larry
confessed.
"A virgin groom! How cute!" I laughed and went
back to giving him a suck he would never forget.
I let his cock drop out of my mouth and it lolled down up
his belly. "Maybe you should have a test drive, you know a practice fuck,
make sure everything works!" I winked.
"Are you a queer boy?" Larry said, slowly working
things out through his alcohol fuzziness.
"Boys and girls, it's all sex!" I said. "You
can have a practice fuck on me."
"It would never fit!" Larry said.
"You're not such a big man, you know!" I replied
playfully. "If you can keep it hard, it will fit well enough."
"I'm not sure. I'm not into fellers." Larry said.
"You've not been into anyone!" I laughed over his
virginity. "Let's see if you are ready for your nuptials." I led him
off the bed and knelt myself on the edge of it, with my knees tucked up and my
bottom raised. I spat on my fingers and rubbed my entrance. "Wank yourself
to full hardness and go for it!" I said.
I heard Larry's hand work his shaft and then he touched his
wet slit to my widened crack. "Go for it, buddy!" I encouraged him
and relaxed. I felt his shaft, supported at the base by his fingers, tickle my
boy-fanny. "Fuck me!" I said and Larry pushed. He slid easily into my
practised hole.
"Fucking hell!" Larry gasped as his hard shaft was
gripped by my tight anus.
"That's it big-boy!" I encouraged him. "Feed
that hard meat into me, give me everything. Fuck me!"
Larry slid in, the months of anticipation made him hard and
eager for his first fuck. His hands fumbled over my smooth buttocks, flesh was
flesh and he fondled mine like an enthusiastic bridegroom.
"Position two!" I gasped and withdrew my anus from
his prick. I rolled over onto my back and lifted my ankles onto his shoulders.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard!" I begged and Larry slid in. His bridegroom
rocking motion fired lust through me and my own cock responded, rolling wetly
over my belly. It was enormously erotic to be being fucked by my straight,
soon-to-be brother-in law!
My hands played with my cock, stroking and fingering while
he watched and screwed me. "You are one hot little boy! Your hole is so
tight and wet!" Larry gasped through gritted teeth while his eyes explored
my smooth flesh and muscles and he watched me wank myself off. "Your cock
is beautiful!" He sighed as he enjoyed his first fuck. Like so many
straight men, he was aroused my smooth-boy looks and my large penis.
I knew what he would like, so I let myself go, lost in the
erotic, pseudo, marital coupling. Lust soared up from deep inside where his
cock-head tickled my spot and I came in fantastic spasms of lusty, creamy
spunk.
"God!" Larry gasped as his cock was rippled over
by my orgasm and he fired his eager, hot, bridegroom spunk deep inside me,
bathing my insides with his globs of jism.
The groom soon withdrew. He collapsed on the bed. "I'm
not like that." He panted.
"I know." I stroked his glistening chest hair.
"Nobody must ever know." He said.
"Nobody but you and me." I agreed and the groom
fell asleep to dream contentedly.
The marriage went ahead and Larry and my sister settled down,
but about once a year Larry hooked up with me for the male sex he always said
he wasn't into.
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