Lordy, what a workout! My fiancée Mike, Jr. had just pummeled my tight 'Little Girl' to an outrageous orgasm while we were in the shower. It had been a particularly hot session because he had nearly walked in on me as I was rinsing the last remnants of his Dad's feral fluid from my body. It was strenuous intercourse in such tight confines, too - strenuous, but worth it! Now I lay on the bed in my father-in-law's guest room trying to recover. Mikey was talking to his brother on the portable phone at the foot of the bed and I was snuggled up in my light yellow silk bathrobe day dreaming about BIG MIKE!
"Sure, I can pick you up at the airport. Let me check with my girl." I heard Mike say into the phone as he looked at me quizzically, smiling sheepishly. I nodded and smiled back at him as I thought of the huge load of Mike, Sr.'s cream that had taken me 15 minutes to rinse completely from my body. What a load Mikey's father could emit. When Mike, Jr.stepped into the shower with me had been too focused on my personal pulchritude to notice the last thick white rivulets of semen swirling down the drain.
"I don't know about that." Mikey was saying into the phone as he brought me from my reverie with a nudge to my curled up legs. "I hadn't planned on any kind of 'Bachelor Party'. That might not be in the scheme of things." He looked at me with arched eyebrows and cocked his head to one side.
I smiled, nodded and whispered, "Go ahead and enjoy yourself, Sweety. After tomorrow it will only be me." I teased him and pulled the top of my bathrobe apart just slightly to show some deep cleavage. Showing cleavage was very easy for me because of the big 'F' cups I carried around on my chest. And, it definitely teased my fiancée, Little Mike. He loved them, but I hadn't let him really work on them just yet!!! My chest had had quite an impact on Big Mike, too. He always seemed to be sneaking a peak at my big 'Girls' and Big Mike always developed quite a bit of edema in the right place when he was staring at me. I dreamily wondered if I would have any impact on Mike's brother as well.
"OK, Dave," Mike almost shouted into the phone. "Let's do it. I can be at the airport in an hour or so! See ya' then, Bro. We can make plans on the way home." My fiancé hung up the phone beaming and patted me on the hip as he jumped up and started getting dressed. I was in that post-orgasmic state of mellowness with just the faintest image in my mind's eye of Mike, Sr.'s huge hose painting me down as he had ejaculated enormously from the friction between my cleavage. I just LOVED the way I could make my future father-in-law respond and I really loved seeing a guy grimace and cum!!!
I had nearly drifted off completely when Mike, Jr. kissed me on the cheek and said, "Dave and I should be back in a couple of hours or so. We'll head out to party from here after you meet him. OK, Honey?"
"Sure, Sweety." I murmured and drifted off thinking of the phrase "... meat him... " no "... meet him... " err... what-ev-er...
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Tap... tap... tap... The sound entered my mind and I stirred "Is that you and Dave, Mikey," I said through a sleepy fog. I didn't know I'd dozed off let alone slept for several hours. The door opened just a smidgen...
"No. It's just me 'Daughter', came my future 'Dad's' voice. "Are you decent?"
'Just me?' I thought. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, huh? Big Mike, my father-in-law to be was as sweet as his son Mike, my fiancée. I mean after what Big Mike and I had experienced together the last couple of days he still was being polite and gentlemanly. What a family I was marrying into. I'm a lucky gal. Then I smirked and thought; well, so are they!!!!
"I'm always AT LEAST decent, I think." I replied coyly as I looked down to check to see if my bathrobe was covering me adequately. There was some cleavage showing and a lot of leg, but I could still easily pretend to be innocent and demure. I smiled to myself.
"Come on in, Michael," I instructed teasingly "I'm always at least 'decent'! And what can I do for you?"
"Mikey is on the phone," he replied smiling holding up the handset of the portable phone. "And he's hoping you're not angry." he said as he clicked on the phone and handed it to me. My future father-in-law stood looming over me next to the bed as I put the phone to my ear and spoke.
"Hey there, Mike, where are you?" I enquired as I looked up at my fiancée's father standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist waiting to take the phone back. I could tell he had just finished toweling off from the shower when the phone must have interrupted him. His eyes wandered me from head to toe. I wondered what he was thinking as just a brief outline of a very elongated bulge was beginning to show in the towel that wrapped him.
"You're what?" I asked my fiancé incredulously. "Jeez, I must've dozed off a lot longer than I thought, huh? Well, when WILL you be back" I asked into the phone with a mock haughtiness in my voice as I looked up at my future father-in-law standing over me. I closed my eyes as I listened to the phone and I arched my back and stretched. I knew the movement would cause my bathrobe to fall further apart, but I caught it just in time and pulled it partially together, now just barely covering the massive mounds it enclosed before my future father-in-law got a real eyeful. The slightest trace of a smile came to Big Mike's face and the elongation in his towel grew a bit more.
"You're brother's plane is late?" I asked rhetorically into the phone. "Are you gonna' 'hit the town' up there then rather than coming back here first?" I shifted the phone to my left hand as I lay back letting my arm fall above my head and off the edge of the bed. My hand was almost perfectly aligned between my future father-in-law's knees just below the hem of the towel that wrapped his lower body.