"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking"
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Authors Note: This story is set in the same location as the previous chapters but is told from another person's perspective.
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I was lying in bed early one morning. That time between sleep and awake when nothing seems real. Too early to get up, too late to get any more sleep.
My eyes were closed and I was just thinking about getting up when there was a knock at my bedroom door. I was too relaxed to respond so I just stayed in bed.
I heard the door open.
"Darren, it's time to...Holy Fucking Hell!" her voice had jumped two octaves before she fell silent. It was at that moment that I realized that I had kicked off the covers during the night. I was lying on my back, completely exposed to her staring eyes.
And I knew the reason for her reaction!
I'm a phys-ed teacher at the local middle school so I work out constantly. Less than 10% body fat, muscular and defined. I was pretty good looking in addition to having a very well defined, muscular body. Before my relationship with Chelsea had gotten serious I had no trouble getting dates. This morning my sister-in-law-to-be was getting an unobstructed view of my pecs, my washboard abs and solid muscular legs. And my morning woody! She knew that I was muscular. She wouldn't have known that I was endowed. Well endowed. Hell, I was REALLY well endowed! Over a foot long, my cock, when fully distended, was thicker than I could reach around with my hand!
Some of the girls I had dated had backed off when they had been confronted with my erection. Others had gone ape-shit! Those were the fun ones!
I was just about to cover myself up when I felt the bed sag under the weight of Veronica sitting down on the edge of the bed. She grasped my cockshaft just above my balls with one hand.
"What a cock," she muttered as she gently held my now rock hard dick. "I never imagined..." Her voice faded as she kept fondling me.
"Uh," I groaned which caused Veronica to freeze in place.
"That feels good, Chelsea," I mumbled. Chelsea was my visitor's sister. My live-in girlfriend.
Veronica started back up. She thought I was having a dream. Her grip was firm and warm while she worked. From time to time she would use both hands. But mostly she just ran one hand up and down my cock shaft.
Veronica is my girlfriend's older sister. Older by five years, she had just gotten a position as an Assistant Librarian at The Institute of Technology and Science here in town. She was staying with us until she could find a place of her own. We had a spare bedroom so it was no trouble.
And she is a frump. Layers of denim, flannel and tweed. She never wore makeup, her hair was always pulled into a messy knot at the back of her head. She was unattractive at best. But she seemed to know how to give a hand job! She was doing a great job on my dick, for sure.
I was just about to "wake up" and scare the shit out of her when she leaned down over my groin.
"What a big dick," she whispered. "I can't help myself." Her mouth made contact with the head of my cock!
Veronica moaned deep in her chest. She was gasping while she worked. Before I could react her lips and tongue went crazy on my big hard shaft and dick head. With-in seconds there was saliva running down my rod to cool my suddenly overheated ball sack. She was jacking me furiously while she lipped and kissed my dick head. Then she started to run her mouth up and down the massive cock that was quivering in front of her. She was gasping and moaning, whimpering and mewling while she worked.
I hadn't had that many blow jobs, Chelsea was sort of tentative. A lot of my earlier girlfriends had blown me. But thIs was the best blow job I had ever gotten! From my girlfriend's frump of a sister!
And before I knew it I was blowing my load! Veronica never missed a beat. She slid her open mouth over my dick head and took it all! Again and again I filled her mouth with cum. Again and again she gulped it down and sucked hard to pull more cum out of me!
Finally, I had no more to give her. I was breathing deeply, still trying to pretend that I was asleep. She was running her tongue around my dick head and lapping up any cum that she had let slide down my shaft. I was rapidly going soft in her grip. She placed one last kiss softly on my dick and straightened up.
"I can't believe I did that," she murmured. "I can't believe it felt so good! And I can't believe that my sister's boyfriend has the biggest dick I've ever heard of. So long! So good! Oh, God, I can't let this happen again," she declared as she snuck out the door.
Twenty minutes later I was showered and out the door. I hadn't seen Veronica, Chelsea said she'd left early for work. I wondered if she was thinking about me as she went about her day.
When I got home that evening Veronica pretty much avoided me. But she kept sneaking glances when she thought I wasn't looking. She kept peeking at my crotch! It was almost funny!
The next day Veronica came to dinner with her hair down. It was a change from her usual coif. Chelsea made a point of complimenting her on the "new look". Chelsea had always been after Veronica to try to be a little more fashion conscious.
"You should try a little harder, Ronnie," she would say. "It's not good for you to just work and spend so much time in that musty old library. You catch more flies with honey, you know!"
"You catch even more with horse shit!" Veronica would respond. "What's your point?"
"That it's not normal for a woman in her mid twenties to never date!" She would shoot back. It was an old argument between them.
Since Veronica had never evinced any interest in improving her looks in the past, Chelsea took it as a positive step that Veronica had begun to comb out her hair. That night as we were cuddling she brought it up.
"Did you notice that Veronica let her hair down today? I thought it looked good. I wish she would take more interest in her appearance. It's not natural to be a virgin in your late twenties!"
"Really?" I asked. "A virgin?" She hadn't sucked my dick like a virgin the other morning! She had gone wild on it. Best blow job I'd ever had!
"I'm sure of it. She never dated in high school. She hasn't spoken of seeing anyone since. And now she spends all her time at the library down at the college. Why don't you tell her that she looks good the next time she combs out her hair. It might encourage her."
The next morning at breakfast Veronica appeared and again her hair was combed out. It fell to the middle of her back in waves. It really did look good.
"Veronica, with your hair down like that it really softens your appearance! You look nice," I told her.
She mumbled something and I thought I saw her start to blush but she was gone before I could be sure.
Over the next several days her hair remained down and I caught her looking at me when she thought I wan't paying attention. She would gaze at my crotch or butt. It was a little unsetting but also a little flattering.
One day she wore mascara. And then she added lipstick. And then blush appeared. With in a week she was wearing make up all the time. And Chelsea continued to encourage her, telling her that she was looking fine. Chelsea was also still asking me to compliment her and I did so when the time was right.
Veronica kept glancing at my crotch. And once or twice, when I had a chubby she would just flat stare. I have to admit I liked it. What guy wouldn't enjoy having a girl checking him out. And Veronica was looking better and better every day. In addition to the make up, her posture had improved and her clothing was changing. Fewer layers, more hints at the figure that had always remained hidden under those layers.
One day I was watching TV when Veronica walked into the room on the way to her bedroom. As she passed I took note of her figure. It was a real change for me. Veronica had a figure! She had Honest To God Curves! There were noticeable breasts, a waist and hips on display! I actually watched her walk in front of me and as she walked down the hall to her room. She had an uncharacteristic wiggle to her walk! She stopped at her door way and looked back at me. Seeing me still looking at her she smiled and blew me a little kiss!
That night, for the first time in a long time, Chelsea reached for me in bed. We hadn't had sex in a while and I admit I was surprised but ready. Sex with Chelsea was okay but it wasn't the main reason I was with her. She wasn't eager, or enthusiastic most of the time. To be honest the best two words to describe our sex life would be hum and drum. I mean it was okay, I suppose. Chelsea usually seemed to enjoy it unless I lost control and tried to drive too deep into her. She usually wrapped a hand or two around my shaft to make sure that I didn't over fill her cunt. You would think that having a really big dick was a wonderful thing. Not so much in real life, I'm afraid.
Anyway, there we were, beavering away. Chelsea underneath me, little yips of pleasure being forced from her as I vary the speed and pressure of my cock strokes. We had been going at it for a while. Chelsea had had an orgasm a couple of minutes ago and I was going slow to let her catch her breath and regain interest in getting her cunt fucked.
I glance up and there is Veronica, standing to one side of the doorway watching us fuck! I almost freak but the look on her face stops me from doing anything. She's just staring at us. She's not looking at my face, or Chelsea's. She's just looking at where my dick is sliding in and out of Chelsea's sopping wet cunt. It's like she is in a trance, focused completely on our hips working together.
What the hell, I think. Let her look! Let her get a real good look!
I slide back from Chelsea, pulling my rampant dick from her clasping pussy lips.
"No, please, more, don't stop," she moans while reaching out for me. For once Chelsea isn't ready to stop and neither am I!
