Bachelor Party - Sister Pinch Hits

Vickie showed no inhibition in her sitting position – no discernible change came over her. She had enjoyed the orgy of men working her tits over, her nipples shockingly erect and pimpled a deeper hue from the aggressive plundering by over twenty men. Her pleasure was not hindered, but glaringly enhanced, by the awkward context of the party - that she was to be my sister-in-law soon seemed not to deter her lewd behavior whatsoever. She was somewhat intoxicated for sure – but she was feasting on the scene, enjoying and exploiting the nastiness.

Giving her empty shot glass to a nearby party guest, Vickie took my empty glass and also handed it away to another guest. She looked me in the eye and her voice was purposely light and matter-of-fact when she told me I was the only one who had yet to enjoy the treats.

Altering her tone she used a "reprimanding" voice to say how insulted she would be if I declined to have a turn. Assuming my submission, she held one breast – then the other, and applied a huge helping of cream to each breast. The can sputtered as the last of the cream was exhausted. She reverted her gaze to me. She smiled lightly then coyly bit down on her lower lip.

Vickie reached and grabbing a handful of my shirt near my midsection - she commanded me to kneel and have at her tits. I did as she instructed and with no hesitation I mouthed one breast at a time. Pent up sexual tension was coming out as I spared no energy cleaning each breast completely before directing my lips, tongue and even my teeth on each nipple. She grunted and shuddered – she pressed forward to match my force, using her hands as leverage pushing bracing her outstretched arms against the arms of the recliner.. I was doing nothing but making an already over heated situation a lot hotter. Not proud of my behavior, I was past the point of no return. WAY PAST. This was a one-way ticket to where? I was willing to explore – just a little more I told myself.

I felt a glaring change of my own mindset and felt it in her - while concluding my assault on her tits. I was in a fever with the happening. I backed off and locked eyes with her and convinced myself the feeling was enjoyed, shared mutually. In what seemed a slow motion out-of-body sensation, I rose from the kneeling position before the chair - and stood with conviction.

I lifted my shirt up and over my head, tossing it well behind me. Resuming eye contact, I hesitated – giving Vickie a moment to decline my implied intentions – she spoke no words nor did she exhibit body language that would cause me to cease the crass behavior. Failing to see any hint of discouragement, I undid my belt, unzipped my pants, shoved my pants to the floor and stepped out of them. Her eyes never strayed but went wider with something – either concern or anticipation. I could not read her expression to determine where her mind was with my actions.

As if suddenly startled by the circumstances, Vickie broke eye contact. Her attention went to my wickedly arranged denim colored briefs. My swollen cock, flexing and throbbing in the taught fabric, was the sole area of her attention. Standing in front of my seated sister-in-law-to-be, I was going to take great care to make a show of my movements and intentions.

Her eyes locked on my cock painfully imprisoned in my tight underwear - I paused and shifted my feet apart to bring my cock to a level which would give her a straight forward vantage point - to allow Vickie see what my cock - when I was ready to remove any mystery in her mind about what I used to fuck her big sister with on many, many occasions. I then secured the elastic of my briefs in the thumb and forefingers of each of my hands – and VERY slowly raised and hoisted the elastic band up and over the head of my cock. I made quick work of getting them down my legs, all the way off – and resumed my position, so my nerve spiraled cock was back at her eye level.

There was stunned silence in the room as several guests unconsciously retreated a few steps. Things had gotten out of hand with the whipped cream but no one foresaw this level of chaos – especially from me. Vickie did not lose her composure, much to my surprise. Well, I did note some remote expression of uncertainty, some indecision and some blatant "watch what you ask for, you just might get it" kind of fear. Too late now..

Frankly , she was alarmed. Alarmed perhaps of my endowment. My cock had been unattended by her sister since the announcement of the engagement. I was undersexed for many months and the neglect was correspondingly showing in nature of my erection. Not just a "little stiffy" here. Not just an erection. If I were a professional athlete, I would be suspected of injecting growth hormone directly to my cock. That's how overdue it appeared, how overdue I felt.

While not prone to speak of my dimensions to other men, I have never considered the aspect of my size suitable to bring up or boast about. Admittedly, I was the recipient of compliments from my bride-to-be. In our intimate moments, she said my cock was very big – but often showed resistance to take me orally because of my unnatural thickness and the excessive size of my head. If anything I was self conscious when having to be naked among other men. As I suppose guys with really small cocks are worried about people seeing them, I usually held some apprehension for the opposite case. I was an outcast, a guy with a cock that could draw ridicule for the size of it.

It seemed Vickie was coming to the same conclusion about the size of my cock, especially considering I was so candidly flaunting it at her eye level. At the moment of "are we really doing what I think we're doing," she failed to make any move to advance or retreat. I took this as approval to take some initiative. Placing my hands on her shoulders. I pushed to have her lean back – she did. Next I reached to place my hands under her thighs, pulling lightly to signal her to shift her body toward me as she was laying on her back – she did. I had he positioned so her upper back was toward the edge of the seat cushion. What a sight – she was laying topless, her chest still moist from the outrageous whipped cream assault, her dress still on but of no concern as it was wrinkled and tangled at her hips.

I leaned to her, squatting to some degree – my cock thick and pumped – the magnitude of my erection only further illustrated by the absurd visibility of the veins mapping my unnaturally wide, thick shaft – and the flagrant obesity of the head. This moment in time is locked in my brain as I recall her look of abject fear of what damage my cock may potentially wreak on her body. I sensed some relief as I advanced to merely situate my cock between her breasts. Taking each of her hands, I placed her arms gently over her head, laying her arms back on her blond hair as it lay splayed wide across the seat and littered against a large section of the backrest in the recliner.

I took hold of her breasts, felt their firmness with a healthy groping of sexual pressure. Rolling my thumbs over her recently whip cream plastered nipples, I teased them to reassure they were erect to full capacity. I then lowered my hands, cupping the sides of her plump tits – and tenderly eased the breasts to meet in the middle. The middle was presently occupied by my cock and I adjusted my hips very slowly to arrive at the position to meet my comfort – and Vickie'c comfort. Selfsihly, I would have to say my comfort took first priority.

Having settled into what felt to be the optimal position, I looked to meet her eyes. She was wearing a euphoric kind of smile. She was really into the moment. I proceeded to slowly rock my hips, my cock slipping nicely, riding on the chemical path of whip cream, saliva and natural oil seeping from her skin in a heightened sexual state.

The vision of these tits which I had admired previously only in distant fashion, then taking in this sight in sudden realization – it was stretching my rationale concept of where I was heading in marrying this girl's sister. With full understanding and conceding to male instinct, I let my hips take instruction from my rod and semen gorged balls. I was going at a good firm pace, the room was electric in witness of the act. Some of the guests considered the act too demented or too personal and resorted to taking up residence in the kitchen – some guest were apparently repulsed and simpled left the party altogether. A few remaining certified perverts stayed close to the chair and watched me hammer fuck her glorious tits with great passion. Was I too aggressive? Too rough? No, this is the way to do it.

In a prolonged erect condition, I was not apt to cum soon. In fact I felt in control of my pleasure switch and was content to fully milk the moment for all it was worth. I changed my angle at some point, allowing me to really drive my cock deep into her cleavage, packaging my shaft and minimizing the chance of letting my meat escape to flesh shackles of her tits. In the latter stages I repositioned Vickie to the side of the chair, her upper back over the arm rest – a welcome variation we both liked which was improved when I had two small pillows delivered and placed under her head - so she could get what she actually asked me for just a moment beforehand – a better position to see my scary dimensioned penis pumping between her tits. Her verbal confirmation of wanting to be able to see my cock riding through her breasts reassured me I was not the only one enjoying this.

This was going on so long I wore out much of the crowd interest and there were only five or six men left – all of which were giving their undivided, envious attention to the over-the-top sex. I motioned to Vickie I was getting ready to cum and she got crazy with the prospect. She pushed me off her chest and had me stand back – she asked to reverse positions.

She laid me sideways across the recliner. She sat partially on the seat of the recliner and leaned her arm on my chest to restrain my ability to move. With her other hand she grabbed my cock at mid-shaft and began pumping my cock, changing speeds at random – altering the grip from easy for excessively hard. My hips began to vibrate, shudder and spasm – she stopped cruelly and gave a low throaty laugh to signal her morbid pleasure in the torture of the stoppage. In grand finale style she resumed pump me, taking a very hard grip and brutally hammering my shaft to full range – from the base of the shaft and slamming all the way to the purple head – back and forth, twisting the shaft and cranking it toward my knees in all around, never and any consistent pattern.

The finish was as fittingly outrageous as what this party brought out. As I first started to cum Vickie leaned over me and forced my cock in a direction to splatter he large breasts as they swung side to side over my stomach. She shifted back to the cushion as I continued to expel months of reserve semen onto my stomach, some raining to my chest, some even to my forehead thanks to her overzealous efforts jackhammering my cock. Then to ensure there would be no chance of any semen residing in my human form, she would not be denied the chance to get her mouth on my cock. She turned, raised slightly at forced her mouth on my head as it flexed and contracted. Vickie resorted to a panicked attempt to engulf my head - she failed to find a position soon enough to capture the final heavy thick jelly as it pulsed from my head, the last spunk pooling in coagulated globs as it drained from my twitching helmet into Vickie's hand, over her clenching fist – her relentless style would not omit literally milking my cock. I offered no complaint.

Vickie conceded several days later she found the episode out of character for her, but wanted to emphasize she felt liberated by the experience and would not have regrets. She did not leave our discussion on the subject before saying she would like me to consider and occasional discreet chance to achieve something she failed at in the final moments of the party. She concluded by looking at the crotch of my jeans and said she had never really tried oral more than a couple of times with one of her old boyfriends. It seems she kind of liked having the reputation as the "wild" sister but – in fact – had never really experimented much with her dates and was eager to consider some new ideas. Oh no. I created a monster.

Present day: The wedding was a big event. Lacy and I have put off the honeymoon until our work schedules permit time off. She is travelling more, doing her flight attendant thing on international routed these days. I have finally taken the leap and started my own business as a personal trainer and certified massage therapist.

Oh yeah, I am now part of Lacy's family officially. One could say I was welcomed with "open arms" at the bachelor party along with pleasing Mom and Dad with the wedding. Quite a contrast.

One month has transpired since the bachelor party – no word has leaked about Vickie even being at the party, not to mention letting me power fuck her great chest. Who knows what may happen in the future – she DID call me yesterday asking me to stop by her apartment soon to take a look at hear furnace. Seems it has been running a little hot. She also has been a great person in getting me several referrals for personal training clients. She also booked an appointment for a massage. She will officially be my first massage client in three days. I have time – big sister will be out of town ob business. Wonder if there may be a story waiting to happen with the massage.