My Petite Fiancée Surprises Me

Chapter 15

Warning -- This story contains irresponsible sexual behavior, interracial, cuckolding, girl on girl, and room temperature salad forks. If any of these things offend you, please move on there are plenty of great writers on this site, don't waste your time getting angry. FYI all characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

Recap

If you haven't read my other posts -- I'm not comfortable around people and very shy around women. I live with my 5'1, guessing 95lb, gorgeous blonde girlfriend (Heather); her petite, athletic, guessing 100lb, 19-year-old bombshell sister (Tammi) had been staying with us. I'm in good shape but no one will ever mistake me for Dwayne Johnson (I attribute that to my lighter complexion 😊 ). (I've been told my cock is much wider than some but only about 7". My balls produce a prodigious amount of sperm a several times a day -- my balls ache if I don't cum at least twice a day.)

My girlfriend would tease me (when her sister Tammi first moved in) as she'd worked my gear shifter which was conditioning me to think about sex when I see Tammi. One thing led to another, and my girlfriend actually gets off, watching me have sex with her sister.

While I was in Hawaii on vacation with Tammi and Heather, we met some nice, sweet local girls, and Heather encouraged Kau'i and Leilani to take care of my insatiable needs. Kau'i I think is part Japanese and Leilani seems to be pure Hawaiian -- both beautiful little girls. Heather didn't seem to mind the girls just turned 18 or that Kau'i wasn't on the pill when she encouraged me to have sex with them. In Hawaii I learned my girlfriend gets orgasmic when I have sex new people.

I think my girlfriend may be even more of pervert than I am. I'm not sure it was a coincidence that Heather brought me a tiny Vietnamese girl named Uyen who was drunk and just broke up with her boyfriend. Heather seems to really enjoy pretending to be Uyen when she has sex with me or gives me a blowjob.

You are going to think I'm ridiculous, but I miss having a simple relationship and only making love to my girlfriend and her sister, although I don't regret our time with Kau'i and Leilani. This isn't to diminish having sex with Uyen -- she really is enthusiastic and sexy!

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About 4 months after our return from Hawaii, Tammi admitted she loved the new job but said she felt more fulfilled with us. There was a different job available back at our local blood bank, it was at the same pay grade as her current one but was less hours. She asked if she could move back in. We had her back in her room in two weeks and were both thrilled!

That evening she came out wearing her underwear that was just bows. She plopped herself in my lap and said, "one of my bows is loose, can you help?" She sounded so cute and then she pointed to the bow that was loose.

I said, "let me help you with that loose bow." I proceeded to undo the bow and asked, "is that better?" She smiled at me and nodded. "Do you want me to help you with those other bows?" She put her finger to her mouth and bit her lower lip before nodding her head. I undid all her bows and ran my hands over her incredibly soft skin. "Is that better?"

"MMM, so much better!" She gave me a big smile as she snuggled into me not really watching what was on television.

It was wonderful having things close to normal again. Tammi made some of her best meals and I enjoy doing the dishes with her. It was great having a jogging partner again. I enjoyed our time afterwards in the shower as we relaxed together. While Tammi asks me to fuck her up the ass in the shower, it feels more intimate than what Heather and I share these days even when Heather and I face each other in bed.

Maybe I was looking for a problem where there was none. Maybe the only problem in my relationship with Heather was I wasn't fucking her up the ass! I decided to test that theory when she was on all fours one evening. In retrospect I should have warned her first although she was always telling me she wanted me to be more spontaneous.

Sadly, that wasn't the solution -- sure I think we both really enjoyed it (eventually). She pretended she didn't at the time screaming "OH MY GOD! IT'S TOO BIG! TAKE IT OUT!" For some reason she wanted to pretend she was a bucking bronco! I almost fell for it, but she was cumming so hard, she was squirting as I reached around to finger her little pussy.

I then started to slap her buns as she moaned up a storm. "Oh please, don't... stop... please after about a minute of slapping her buns so hard they were bright red she said, "That's it, fuck me like a whore! Don't stop!" (I couldn't figure out if I was supposed to act like a whore as I fucked her or fuck her like she was the whore -- I decided to go with the latter as I didn't have any fishnets that would fit.

I swear lately she picks fights about nothing to get a reaction out of me. I get so angry I can't even look her in the face, so I fuck her in the ass and then she's as nice as can be again. There was a hole in our relationship now and no matter where I shoved my cock I couldn't fill it.

It was so nice having Tammi sit on my lap when we'd watch TV together. She could make you feel like the luckiest guy on earth as she snuggled in to watch a show. It was our little dance. She'd strip naked and sit on my lap then remove my briefs, so I'd be more comfortable. In no time, she was riding my cock, as we made sweet love until she rattled the windows as she'd scream and moan so loud the woman next door would pound on our shared wall.

I forgot to mention we got new neighbors. The gentleman in his late fifties (I think) always seemed to have a huge smile and was nice as can be. He'd always run outside to say goodbye to Heather in the morning as well as Tammi and me when we'd go jogging and would wait for us to come back.

On hot days when we'd really work up a sweat, he'd have ice cold water for us. I'm glad he never noticed how it made Tammi's nipples stand out when she drank it. Or rubbed the ice cold glass on her forehead.

Sometimes Tammi and I would go running and the rain would mercifully cool us down. We'd often sit on the steps outside the apartment and enjoy the sound of the rain on the leaves of the tree and the roofs of cars as well as running down the gutters. He didn't seem to mind how wet it was, he'd hang out and talk with us until we went inside. I think he's a little bored as he mentioned he's retired.

Sometimes Tammi would wear nothing but her super thin peach sports bra and nothing over it on hot days along with her and little white terry cloth shorts. You saw EVERYTHING when her bra got wet, (she really does have wonderful breasts and nicely sensitive nipples) and she almost always chose to wear it on days it rained. She knew how horny it made me but did it anyways. He was a gentleman though as I know he couldn't help but notice but he never mentioned it.

His wife (of the same age) apparently didn't appreciate the girls' vocal exercises -- lots of banging on the walls. The husband told me not to let his wife ruin our fun like she did his. If looks could shoot daggers; I think she disliked the girls even more than me for some reason. It was hard to tell, I don't think she liked her husband having any friends to talk to as she always demanded he come inside when Tammi and I were talking to him.

Tammi's such a lovely girl, I'm so lucky to have a sweet angel like her want to take care of me. It was so freeing at night when I'd make love to Tammi to be able to call her by her name as I flooded her tight little pussy with my semen. The new twist on that is, as soon as I pull my cock out, Heather pounces on my cock and licks it clean.

I think even Tammi was a little concerned as she's had to tell Heather (more than once) she can't lick her pussy clean when I'm done having sex with her. OK there were a couple of nights when Tammi wasn't thinking because of the drinking but other than that it was a hard-set rule. I admit when she did get drunk, I loved the way Tammi kissed me while her sister was licking my cum out of her pussy.

Tammi and I had great communication with each other. We loved making each other laugh; we did our best make each other spit up when we had lunch together. When we'd jog, we'd get so silly we'd have to stop as we tried to make ludicrous insults about the other person or their momma. We liked seeing who could make the other laugh or groan the loudest as we told dad jokes.

We enjoyed talking softly in the shower. I loved her loving and intense eye contact, particularly with the lights turned off but with a candle or two lit. Sometimes I'd whisper to her when her mouth was full; she'd inspire me to be more encouraging.

God damn, she was insanely sexy, but I could never last long with her moaning like she does. If you don't believe me listen to Lana Del Rey moan and tell me that wouldn't make you cum quicker. Tammi was so good for my ego when she squirted.

Yet at the same time, she could be in the kitchen making me a sandwich and I wouldn't have to say a thing. Without so much as a word, and just a gentle push on her back, I could just bend her over the counter, and she'd know to get on her tippy toes. After we finished making love, I had to laugh at her then eating the sandwich she made for me. She'd make another for me with great care to actually eat this time. I swear she made the hair on my neck stand just by being around.

She started to show up frequently at my office to bring me lunch or take me out for lunch. Obviously, I tend to resist change, but I guess some change isn't always bad. I really enjoyed her company. She'd divvy up the food, organizing and unwrapping my meal for me. Then she'd stare at my meal and put some in her mouth, taste it, then just start eating all of it. She'd then put her food in front of me for me to eat.

I'd still pick on her about it and she'd get shy and just say, "I can't help the way I feel -- it looks better on your plate than mine!" It was usually the exact same food. I think she knew that I liked our little game, and it somehow made me feel even closer to her.

I couldn't help but notice that the meals often came from the Smokehouse restaurant where Uyen worked. I wonder what made her decide to try it out (I definitely never mentioned it). I don't know why but I felt guilty that they might meet even though I had no intention of fooling around with Uyen again! Besides, how would Tammi even know what Uyen looked like or vice versa? I should make sure those pictures of Uyen are encrypted!

One day Tammi stopped by and while no one was around we started kissing. My boss walked into my office without knocking and we straightened ourselves out even though we hadn't been doing anything more than kissing. He said, "Nice to finally meet you, Heather. I reckon he must be the luckiest SOB I've ever met to have such a perdy young thing, such as yourself for a girlfriend!"

I was just about to ask him what I could do for him when Tammi corrected him. "I'm not his girlfriend. You must be thinking of my sister, she's the lucky one, I'm Tammi, her younger sister." She then picked up the picture of Heather from my desk and said, "you can see how different we are can't you?" I think she was enjoying making me squirm, just for that, I'd make her scream until our new neighbor pounded on the walls tonight.

My boss forgot why he stopped by, and walked out muttering some nonsense like "good gravy, that boy is burnin' the candle at all 3 ends! That is one lucky SOB!"

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A month or two later, on a very rainy Saturday, Tammi and I were grocery shopping. I went to the beverage aisle to get some bottled water, ice-tea for us and some ginger ale for her while she picked up some feminine products. Mother f'er they were out of the good Snapple and only had that peach ice-tea left (they always have that peach crud in stock). They have 4 times the space dedicated to it and I've never even seen it less than half full.

A nice young lady, with long brown hair up in a bun, a pearl necklace, big glasses and nice tight skirt that hugged her nicely curved buns asked me to get some items off the top shelf for her. If you could picture a porn movie with an absurdly young, naughty librarian, you can picture her (not that I really gave her any thought).

She was very chatty which was a pleasant surprise because so many people seem so wrapped up in their phones, they don't engage in conversation anymore. I finished getting the hard-to-reach items for her when Heather shouted down the aisle, "Sweety, did you get everything yet?"

"Not to worry," I said, "I'll have them in a sec." I wasn't sure what the rush was but I'm happy to kick it into gear. When I loaded the beverages into our cart, Tammi put her hand basket into my cart as well. The young lady I was helping was gone by the time I looked up.

"You'd have them already if you weren't hanging out letting that girl hit on you." I looked up and down the aisle, but I didn't see any girls to hit on me. "Don't play coy with me -- you know who I'm talking about!" I looked again and she sighed. "That girl who asked you to get those bottles for her -- they have the same stock on lower shelves as if you didn't notice." I studied the shelves -- they were alike, I just assumed they were sugar free or caffeine free.

She looked at me a bit frustrated as I think she could tell I didn't observe that before. "Well, you can't pretend you didn't notice her exaggerated thank you each time and her squeezing your forearm when you put it in her cart. Let's not forget about her laughing about you being her 'favorite stock boy'. Yeah I heard that from the next aisle along with her fake laugh."

I looked at her and said, "she was just being friendly because I was helping her out." I was curious if she was pulling my leg as she'd never acted this way before. I figured she was playing a joke, but I wasn't sure if I should play into it or not.

Tammi looked at me and got so angry she stomped her feet! "Ohh -- you still, honestly don't know when someone is hitting on you, do you? That might be worse!" What did she mean by still, I don't recall anyone else hitting on me.

I looked at Tammi and said, "So you don't like it when you think another girl shows interest in me?"

She said, "Of course not! Leilani and Kau'i are the only exception to that rule -- no more, Mister!"

I grabbed her in my arms and said, "I love you so much, Tammi. It makes me so happy to hear you say that!" I then kissed the hell out of her face. I normally feel funny about PDAs but I got carried away. I don't know why it hit me so hard but I liked having a woman that didn't want to pimp me out. It felt so normal and a little good for me ego even if no one actually was hitting on me.

She seemed to completely forget her anger and said, "I'm soo soo sorry, my aunt is in town, and I've never been so emotional before. I love you too and I'm sorry I don't express it enough!" I know it sounds strange, but I was thrilled I had a girlfriend that didn't want me to fuck strangers. So that was my biggest tiff with Tammi to date-- it started about 3:04PM PT and I estimate the official TOD at 3:06PM PT.

I couldn't just let the topic go gentle, "So what would it look like if you did express it enough?" I said jokingly.

She looked at me and said, "what are you talking about?"

I said, "you mentioned that you love me but don't express it enough?" I tried not to smirk but failed.

"Mister, don't tempt me, I'm in pain right now but I'm so horny, I'd ride you so hard, you'd be so worn out, we'd have to wrap your friend in a bandage like a mummy." She said while winking and touching my happy place. She noticed my reaction. "I can't believe it; I can tell by the look on your face and how hard you are, you'd like that! You are such a perv!" she started giggling and got between me and the cart so she could help push it.

When we got to the car Tammi said, "My sister told me about your latest new little slut. I don't know why but it upset me! She's very sexy if you go for that pretty and exotic look with a great body." No, no of course not, I thought!

"I wanted to punch her but that wouldn't be fair, I must be at least four or five inches taller than her -- what is she 4'7" or 4'8"? She doesn't even look old enough to be in college! I can't believe you could fit your cock in her unless she's a total slut!"

I tried not to smirk at her unusual cattiness. I have moments of jealousy all the time so I'm not blaming her at all. It's just odd to me that such a beautiful girl would ever worry about someone attracting me away from them. I finally asked, "Hey, how do you know what she looks like?"

"Heather told me where to find her, so I went to visit her."

"You didn't say anything did you?" I asked.

"No but girls just know. I'm pretty sure by the way she reacted to me, she knew." Tammi said. "I don't want you to discard me when you are tired of me, and you find some new flavor you like more. Maybe you can catch up with your new friend with the glasses who needs to touch you every time you get her a bottle." The poor girl was crying, and I had no idea what to say so I just held her.

Finally, I told her the truth. I didn't want to sound like a wimp, but the truth is the truth. "I honestly don't want any new sluts! You and your sister are the only women I want. I mean, oh you know what I mean. I'm a little worried that your sister only finds me exciting when I've been with other girls. I feel like I'm with a stranger when we are together these days -- I think she actually wants that.

Tammi and I had a long talk in the car probably a good hour. I think she might have known about the change in her sister. I really feel uncomfortable in serious conversations. Tammi asked me if I'd consider couples counseling. I said, "I don't think we need it; I get along great with you!"

She said, "Very funny, not for us -- for you and my sister!" I didn't answer but I'd thought about it a few times. I'm just not sure what some "professional" could do to fix things.

We ended up getting soaked during an extra hard downfall when we brought in the groceries to the apartment. Our neighbor offered to help but I let him know we didn't have that much to bring into the apartment. Once inside, I said to Tammi, "why don't we take a nice long hot shower together and get you warmed up?" It seemed warm enough, but her resplendent nipples said otherwise.

Tammi said, "I really would love to, but I got lady stuff going on and I don't want you to see me like that -- it's too embarrassing!"

I said, "So me shoving my cock into your butthole on a balcony while you screamed loud enough for the neighbors to hear that I 'fucking you in the ass on your birthday' wasn't as embarrassing as taking a nice shower together?" She looked so cute with her hair soaked and her shivering in her wet clothes. "You've never looked more beautiful than you do right now," I said.

Tammi said, "give me one minute!" She ran into the bathroom and did a lot of slamming about but then she turned on the shower before opening the door. "I can't believe I'm doing this, please don't freak out." It was nearly completely dark in there. The blinds were drawn. There was a single candle lit but it was in a jar and the wick was way down in the wax, so it didn't cast much light, plus she shoved it behind a box of tissues.

I gave her a nice shampoo and conditioning and then a back massage. She sat in my lap and asked, "can you rub my tummy?" I usually did this when she ate too fast. She kept making little moans and sighs of enjoyment as I helped try to make her tummy feel better. She then felt my cock getting hard and trying to get into her pussy. "What is wrong with him? Is that all he thinks about?" she said while twisting and punching me in the shoulder. I don't think women understand men don't control their penis -- it is 99% of the time the other way around.