My wedding day, and night, are a bit in the past, but every time I look at my beautiful little boy my mind drifts back in time, and I just can't help smiling to myself as I recall...
...Big Mike (now no longer my future father-in-law) slipped from the Bridal Suite door...I turned my head just in time to see my brother-in-law Dave ease his door closed...
I wondered what the young, college boy must think. I knew he must have seen his Dad leaving my room with his clothes in disarray. David also had to see the very obvious long, thick strands of creamy liquid soaking the left leg of his Dad's tuxedo. 'Dad' had produced far, far more fluid than what had stained his slacks though. I knew it because I could still fill his copious scrotal production sloshing in my uterus.
I collapsed back on to my wedding bed next to my new husband, but just momentarily. Mikey was totally out -- a bit too much champagne -- and he was stuporous and snoring. I left him sleep and quickly went into the bathroom to clean up a bit.
I quickly dropped my wedding gown to the floor and my garter belt and nylons were still to go...
Tap...Tap...Tap... The soft knock on the door of the Honey Moon Suite was barely audible.
Had my Father-In-Law accidentally left something in the room?
I swiftly returned to the bedroom with my white lace wedding veil still in place and hurriedly pulling on my sheer white satin robe as I went. As I trotted hastily across the room I was sure my new hubby would awake to the sound of the large, liquid pool slopping in my belly. I cracked the door quietly to see what Dad had left, but it was David's handsome youthful smile that greeted me.
"Hey, Sister," He whispered. "I think you and I should get a little better acquainted now. Don't you?"
"David, this isn't the time." I replied quietly as I glanced briefly back over my shoulder to check on my new husband, Mikey, who had just rolled over onto his back.
"Oh, please, gorgeous!" he said as he glanced down at the large expanse of my breasts just barely concealed by the thin gown. "When we were dancin' earlier, you seemed kinda' interested in...ah...'developing' our relationship. Mikey won't wake up, that's fer' sure, huh?"
I checked quickly on my new hubby again, and he continued to snore profoundly.
"And I promise it won't take any more time than Dad took to get acquainted!" David continued.
David leaned against the door a bit and I could feel the very slight pressure of his weight against it. I could also feel the weight of his Father's recently delivered load that burdened my belly. And, I could really feel the tingle of my slimy, stretched tunnel that still longed for that special feeling of fullness. My new 'Dad' had provided it so well only moments ago. I couldn't help but wonder if this son could do just as well.
I glanced again at Mikey still sleeping like log, and I opened the door just wide enough for David to squeeze through. As I softly closed the door he firmly brushed across my body as he slipped into the room. Again I felt the big throbbing hose that he had rubbed across my mons when we had danced at the reception. My entire pelvis quivered just a bit. I turned and leaned against the door. I couldn't help but smile...
He stood at the foot of the bed facing me panting slightly. The clear elongation in the left leg of his tuxedo pants was obvious. Could he possibly be even bigger than his Father? I looked up at his face and into his beautiful eyes. A deep blush came to my face and throat as David step toward me and I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper.
"I'm the horniest, and the biggest, Sweetie." He said quietly. "And with a bust like your packing we should be a perfect match doncha' think! Go ahead! Take a look, Sis!"
I couldn't help myself. The hollow, empty feeling between the walls of my warm, moist burrow wouldn't allow me to restrain myself. With a vision of his Father in my mind's eye, I looked down...
"U-u-u-u-m-m-m." I just barely moaned the sound as his beautiful, vein-y, big log entered my field of vision.
His long, thick meat hung through the opening of his slacks and jutted straight out. He was bigger than his Dad -- a bit longer, maybe an inch or so. He was thicker as well and the glans that crowned his long shaft was huge. His substantial tube hung there swaying, pulsing, and throbbing with clear fluid running from the orifice in the face of his big purple cockhead. I thought he might ejaculate at any moment. I wondered if he had been erect the entire time since we had touched on the dance floor!
Not only was he large, and perfectly shaped, but he was uncut, too! (I guess it was a family tradition.) A tradition which I fully supported! And, I loved the looks his meat...Straight as an arrow, hard as stone and with thick skin just crowning the base of his gargantuan glans... The surface of that bulbous ball at the end of his rigid pipe was really taut! The skin of his cockhead was stretched so tight that the big cavity in its' surface gaped open hugely.
"Open your robe for me, Sweetie," he breathed, "I want to see those big girls. I can easily see your big nipples through that thin gown already. They're magnificent!"
I let my hands fall away from the opening of my gown as I continued to stare at his penis. Each side of the flimsy, satiny material of my robe slipped backward.
"W-o-o-o-o-w!" he whispered, "truly magnificent! Those are perfect."
He glanced at my face and returned to gawk at my chest. "And, your nipples," he murmured. "They are so long...so thick... and really engorged and trembling. I'll bet they are as sensitive as most women's clits!"
Reflexively, I pulled my shoulders back a bit and my big bosom jostled and jutted out a bit more. He was right. My nipples were distended and puffy, and incredibly sensitive. It had to be completely apparent that I was still intensely stimulated. The recent result of his Father's significant efforts left me wanting even more, I guess.
The view of my Brother-In-Laws substantial package only added to my physical desires. His scrotum was larger than any I had ever seen! Even drawn up tight by his outrageous erection, his bag was immense and hung lower than any I'd ever seen anywhere. The bulky, oval contents of his fleshy purse were nearly the size of baseballs. His entire duffel of tissue churned and the big testicles within rolled and tumbled constantly. How many eggs could he possibly produce. His male luggage look full enough to burst. I smiled as I thought of MacDonald's...
David had 'Quarter-Pounders'...for sure!!!!