My Petite Fiancée Surprises Me Pt. 03

Without even a hello to me she said to my girlfriend, "you need to visualize the feng shui of the whole picture." She ran her hand gently over my chest. "You wouldn't want to give up this would you?" Then Tammi's cool fingers gently probed every inch of my chest as she gently pulled back on some of the longer hairs. She smiled and then gave my nipples the slightest pinch before kissing them to make them feel better. I have no idea why, but I could feel my cock swelling when she did this and I couldn't focus on the crime scenes in my mind. It was now impossible to really hide my growing concern.

Tammie gently took my wrists and encouraged me to move them so she could examine below. "that's quite the package he's got, sis -- nice job!" She didn't touch my cock but ran her fingers through my hair down there as if she were combing it. My cock continued to swell. "Oh my, it's getting even bigger!" She grabbed onto it; perhaps the situation was as unreal to her as it was to me. "This thing is so heavy and still getting harder!" she said to Heather without saying a word to me.

Her eyes were locked on my tool as it grew in her hand. She scooched down she could get a up-close look at it and some of the shrubbery. Great, now both her breasts were set free. I had to crane my neck to get a good look at them. She was crouched over me and they dangled majestically over me. Should I put my head back, did she notice. Why was my cock getting so hard? Her hands are so small it made me appear huge.

I've seen porn and knew I'm not unusually long by any means. I'd be regaling you with stories of my magnificent fuckstick, but it is just a cock. Bards have never written about it and minstrels don't roam the land singing ballads about it. I'm barely more than 7 inches but for some reason the few girls I've been with comment on my girth far more than my length. My guess is, I'm a little wider than some of their past boyfriends.

Heather said to Tammi, "well what do you think? Should we just leave it the way it is?" What was this we? Why wasn't anyone asking my opinion?

Tammi finally spoke up, "It's hard to say... sorry I got lost in thought. You know you get a lot more natural light in the kitchen with the southern exposure." She gently took me by the wrist and pulled me towards the hallway. What was wrong with me -- why hadn't I said a word? Was I enjoying being paraded around the apartment naked?

I'm nearly twice her size, I could easily resist. Hell, she's so petite I could easily just pick her up and throw her on the bed. Instead, I was following her for some reason. I couldn't help but notice Tammi's bums sticking out under the leg holes of her new underwear, the high hip cut accentuated how sexy her body is. Her firm buns jiggled just the right amount as she led me to the kitchen. She had a very small gap between her legs. Heather had slimmer legs so her gap was wonderfully prominent, but Tammi had more leg muscle mass. Where was Heather?

I felt so embarrassed standing in the kitchen with my cock standing at attention while my fiancé's sister pondered my manscape. Heather came into the kitchen now wearing one of my old t-shirts. It seemed a damn shame to cover her beautiful little breasts and sexy pussy. They'll be sorely missed but not forgotten. I don't want to seem disrespectful; I really love her little buns too. I could still see her wonderful legs but a little I felt let down my shirt covered so much of them. I get it though she wouldn't want some perv walking by our apartment looking at her.

Heather said, "I need to make sure I look at the big picture so could you help?" She handed the electric trimmer to Tammi. Tammi smiled and nodded her head. I stood there like an idiot with no idea what to say. I wanted to run to the bathroom and hide in embarrassment. I wanted to say something clever, so I'd seem cool. Instead, I said nothing.

Tammi grabbed a cushion off the kitchen chair and kneeled before me. My cock was now dangling downward with the base just above her eyes. She grabbed 3 more cushions and nodded her head as if she had accomplished something impressive; perhaps she taught those insubordinate cushions who's in charge. She stood next to me and turned on the trimmer. She squeezed the hair on my chest between her fingers so it would stand out. She then trimmed the longer hairs, so they'd match. She reached down and held my cock down to protect it while trimming between my belly button and it. I was thankful for the protection but as she moves around, she'd accidentally slide her hand back and forth keeping me very hard.

She kneeled in front of me, and her head lined up, so eyes were inches above the base of my cock. The head of my cock would slap her in the face if she lost her grip on it. She gently began to trim moving inward still sliding her hand backwards and forwards so she could protect it but also check the hair length around the base.

I can't believe my girlfriend's sister was holding on to my cock and my girlfriend was supervising my trim. As she kept reaching up her half shirt now just rested above her nipples. It was too tight to fall back down on its own. For some reason I could visualize what Heather said about splattering my cum all over her sister's large breasts as she brought me to orgasm. I could picture the scene in great detail as I felt her hand sliding back and forth still.

I couldn't control it; my cock was now oozing precum. Tammi couldn't help but have noticed and I had no idea what to say. She must have felt the slickness as she slowly skimmed her hand along my tool. Hell, I could see how shiny her hand was even on the front side, but she didn't say a thing to embarrass me. She has a heart of gold.

Heather said, "Tammi can you move your head a little to the left or the right, you are dead center right now and I'd like to make sure you don't go too far." Too late I thought. I now was reduced to a thin mustache over the base of my cock with nothing around my swollen balls. How am I going to explain to her the glob of precum on the tip of my cock?

Tammi looked up before moving out of the way and said, "Don't worry, she'll love it!" she then kissed the tip of my cock; the glob had transferred homes. A long strand of my precum was now attached to her lips as it hanged long enough it to touch her chest. I guess she felt it hanging there and licked her lips to hide my predicament so I wouldn't be embarrassed in front of my girlfriend. Tammi is such a sweet girl. Tammi pulled down her shirt to cover her luscious breasts. She moved to the side and revealed my extensive grooming to Heather.

Heather looked very pleased as she approached us. She spoke to my cock and said, "let's go get you cleaned up!" She led me by the cock (how embarrassing -hopefully she wouldn't notice it was slick) to the bathroom and washed off every inch of my undercarriage before she crouched under my arm and whispered, "he's such a good boy."

Heather looked so silly crouched there, but I guess she wanted to look at in the direct light from the mirror. I smiled at her in the bathroom mirror, and she smiled back examining my new maintenance. "Do you like your new trim?" she asked looking me in the eyes in the mirror.

I'll be honest it felt strange, but I didn't really care what I looked like down there. "If it makes you happy, it makes me very happy," I said.

"I don't know if I say it enough, but I love you so much!" she said.

I was feeling bold, so I said it with no games. "And I love you. I genuinely love the bejesus out of you!"

Her eyes sparkled like never before as she smiled at me and worked my cock. This was a new position for us. "He's a little perv, isn't he" she asked rhetorically. "He loves being touched, doesn't he?"

I looked into her sparking eyes and gave her the reassurance she needed. "He loves being touched!"

"I could tell," she said sounding a little odd. "You sure impressed my sister with how big he got. I think she enjoyed taking care of you. You'd like her to give you a little trim in the future, wouldn't you?" I was focused on my girlfriend and forgot about Tammi in the kitchen.

While I didn't care what I looked like down there, I wanted to reassure Heather, I appreciated her trying to make me look my best, so I told her the truth, "She's welcome to give me a little trim any time." I was a little proud my girlfriend wanted to take such good care of me, and I definitely wanted to look good for her even if it meant being embarrassed.

Heather's slippery fingers were letting my hard cock ooze through them. "Mmmm, something has him worked up. I think someone here is excited. Did you like my sister touching your manhood?" she asked in a naughty voice, her soft hand sliding up and down my entire length ever so slowly.

I knew the drill. She wanted the truth and the more honest I was, the naughtier she'd get with her imagery. "I liked when your sister touched my cock, it felt good when she moved her hand back and forth." Did I finally say too much?

"Oh, somebody's a naughty boy today!" she said as she grinned. "I didn't get a good look at that from way over where I was sitting. Next time she's stroking your great big cock, would you mind if I got closer so I could watch?"

"I'd like that," I said, "I want you to watch as your sister strokes my big cock!"

Heather now increased the speed and pressure, "Did you notice my sister's nipples hanging uncovered while she was tidying you up? I bet that girl would think nothing of being completely naked as she took care of you! That would make clean up much easier for her. Would you like my naked sister to stroke your cock."

"Yes, please." I said before I had even thought about the question.

I could feel an eruption coming easily today. "I bet you can picture my sister completely naked, kneeling before you as she jerks you off. You can picture cumming all over her, can't you?" I couldn't help but think of her that way when she asked it. She didn't give me time to answer. "Can you cum for me?" I began shooting my load -- it hit the mirror so hard it spattered back a bit. It was everywhere, it was dripping off the mirror, It was on the wall and a large amount of it was on the splash guard; it was in the sink and a teeny bit was hanging off a strand of Heather's hair.

"That's a good boy," she said as I heard Tammi's door close. I pray she didn't see or hear Heather joking around with me while passing by as the door was halfway open. I would have closed it earlier, but I was extremely distracted.

I felt my girlfriend's wet pussy; it was to be more accurate drenched. She was worked up from getting me excited and I needed to return the favor. I slipped the t-shirt off her little body. My angel was nude and waiting for me. I knelt in front of her and licked her beautiful, perfectly groomed, bald pussy. I started flicking her bean. Heather lifted her soft smooth legs so that I could get a better angle.

She then draped them over my shoulders as I continued to devour her. I could feel the little heals of her feet resting lightly on my back. I could tell she was excited. I thought I'd see if she got excited if I took over the narrative, "I want you to imagine me eating your baby sister's little pussy as she thrashes about." I couldn't be sure if it was my the words that touched her or my tongue touched her more. My girlfriend gripped my hair from my scalp and ground her pussy against my face as hard as leverage would allow.

I went all in instead and said, "be naughty, cum all over my face. Can you cum as hard as Tammi does?" With that she released her inhibitions, grabbed the back of my head and let me enjoy her burst of juices. She eventually let go of my head before I got up and closed the bathroom door before, we got into the shower.