Getting to know the real Larry Sawyer: Chapter Seven

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"Aaaaaaaah," Bevin squealed.

Her voice echoed through the Sawyer house's hallway and downstairs all throughout.

"Settle her down, Peyton," Larry said with nuisance.

Peyton was too busy slurping Bevin's cum.

She'd just given her dumb friend the first ever orgasm of her life, apparently. And although she knew Bevin's insignificant brain wasn't capable of providing enough power to do a lot of things, Peyton thought a climax would have been achievable for her. But no.

Back in the moment, Bevin was groaning and still screeching and squealing as her body rocked uncontrollably up and down.

Peyton's mouth kept suckled around Bevin's cunt, awaiting her flying juices.

Bevin's face was one of distress but incredible glee and pleasure. She couldn't have pictured a better first orgasm… unless of course, it was Brooke there and not Peyton.

The second-in-charge Peyton was good enough, but that didn't change the fact Bevin was staring directly at her favorite photo of Brooke that she still had in her right hand.

Bevin grunted through her teeth as she felt the last few surges come to an abrupt end.

"That was fun," Bevin said all giggly with some shortness of breath.

She was so cute and naïve. And even in such a sexual position, Bevin still couldn't muster up a hint of absolute dirty lust. It was ridiculous how unsexy she sounded, and it was only for her body and exuberance that kept both Larry and Peyton horny for more.

"Come on, dad. Chop chop!" Peyton smacked her ass playfully as she gave attention back to Larry.

Bevin watched with her biggest smile as Peyton chuckled and wiggled her ass a bit.

Larry was still fucking her doggystyle and working up a mean grunt and sweat of his own.

As Peyton rolled her tongue in her mouth and swallowed the rest of Bevin's cum she had drenched in her mouth, Peyton whimpered a little.

"Don't say anything, but I think you're yummier than Brooke," Peyton gave Bevin a smile as she quickly turned her head back around and playfully poked her on the bellybutton.

Bevin said nothing, but giggled a little. She told herself then that from this day forward, she was going to masturbate – regularly.

And most likely, she'd finger herself and reminisce this exact moment, with the girl she used to think was plain, boring, and crying 24-7. Add rugmuncher to that list and erase all previous entries, because Peyton deserved it.

Bevin snapped back out of her thoughts and into the real world as she heard Larry's grunts.

Peyton laughed a little in her throat – the satisfaction clearly on her face as Larry came inside of her.

"I'm never going to get tired of this," Larry said smugly as he pulled his dick out, Peyton's cunt dripping out.

"Glad I could help, Daddy," Peyton smiled as Larry leaned over her and they kissed.

'Daddy.' They probably should have evolved past that, but adding that extra syllable struck a hormone in Peyton's body. At least, in such kinky, fun-loving positions it made her all tingly inside. 'Brookey' was her favorite, and Haley… well, it was already there.

"Our last cat might have died a long time ago, but you sure still know how to treat a pussy," Peyton grinned.

It was a good few seconds before they broke it. By then, Bevin was watching in awe, her promise to masturbate already being made, as she lay there with her pinkie rubbing her clit.

"See how pretty she is," Peyton whispered to Larry as their noses still connected.

Larry looked over and down below, in between the legs of their new play toy.

"Looks a bit small," Larry said.

"It is. It's so tight," Peyton smiled again. "So I'll leave you to it."

Peyton knelt up then stepped down off the bed, with nothing but a mischievous grin.

"Where are you going?" Larry asked, demanding an answer right there and then.

"Out."

"Out? Out where?" Larry became rather assertive.

"Out with Lucas," Peyton explained as she picked up her panties and jeans from the floor, fitting them on as Larry continued to fire questions.

"And where might you and Lucas be going?"

"Well, we're not really going out if you know what I mean," Peyton gave a cheeky grin.

"What do you mean?" Bevin chimed in as she sat up, utterly confused…as always.

Larry and Peyton both sighed and shook their heads in a strange unison. But of course, that was common after a Bevin comment.

"Don't worry," Peyton reassured Larry, noting his face was now one of worry.

He'd been upset just about every time when Peyton and Lucas spent time together after the two of them had been together.

And Peyton thought she knew why. Larry might be insecure about his relationship with his daughter – a relationship that, fucked up as it was, he wanted to keep to exactly.

"He could never fulfill me enough," Peyton said as she pulled her top over her head, fitting it on. "And for that matter, he could never fill me like you do."

Peyton gave Larry another dirty little grin as she walked up and grabbed his dick for a quick second. She wanted to let him know her dirty mind interrelated with his and she loved every taboo minute they spent together.

"You know, some fathers don't even give their daughters one ounce of love, but you shoot it out on my face every day I ask."

Larry was left speechless. Damn… she knew the right things to say, and the right way to say them.

Peyton gave Larry a peck on the cheek, before skipping out of the room.

"Oh, yeah," she froze at the doorway. "I invited someone over."

Peyton gave another cheeky grin and "who could it be?" look.

"Brooke," Larry answered casually.

Peyton's face dropped.

"How'd you know?" she asked, making no attempts to hide it - disappointed her big surprise had been solved, and so easily.

"Well - for one - you know Bevin likes her, and being the great friend you are, you thought 'Hey, this'll be fun for the pair of 'em'," Larry began. This first point of his was so exact to Peyton's thinking; she was convinced he was somehow reading her mind.

"And second, you know how much I like Brooke," Larry finished off.

Peyton raised her eyebrows. How could that second point make Larry so sure she'd invite Brooke?

"Okay, I listened in on the other end when you made that call earlier," Larry admitted, a little mischievous grin on his face as Peyton returned it.

"Daddy… Remember what I told you about listening in on my private conversations?"

"So he can fuck you but you won't let him --?"

"-- Yes," Peyton ended Bevin's sentence.

"That's weird," Bevin commented again, all dumb like as she turned her head side to side.

"It's because she knows how much I love Brooke's voice," Larry said behind his shoulder to Bevin. "And in just the same way I'm jealous of Lucas when he's with my daughter, Peyton's jealous of Brooke when she's with her daddy."

That hit Peyton pretty hard. He was being rather mean… unnecessarily so.

"Oh, come on, Peyton!" Larry called out as tears swelled up in Peyton's eyes and she ran out down the hall and stairs.

"I'm going to see Lucas!" Peyton screamed out.

She was obviously upset; Larry could hear the hurt in her voice.

But it was useless going after her, and within seconds he heard the front door slam shut and she was gone.

That was the first real fight Larry had had with his daughter in a while. They had been horny, cheeky, and as the saying goes, "Happy as Larry" – which fit perfectly in the situation.

It was amazing how quickly things had changed. Twenty seconds ago Peyton was grinning in the most taboo situation, and now she was off being her emotionally-wrapped self.

"So," Larry turned his full attention to Bevin, forgetting about Peyton. "Do you wanna do this, Miss…?"

"Mirskey," Bevin smiled.

"Mirskey," Larry repeated. It wouldn't have been the first time he fucked a girl whose surname he didn't know. At least he'd changed that this time 'round.

"I wanna wait for Brooke," Bevin said after a moment's awkward silence.

"So do I," Larry gave her a smile.

They didn't find one another repulsive, but each knew the other lusted for one thing more than all: Brooke Davis. Yes, even Bevin knew that's who and what Larry wanted.

"I can take care of that dick for you, though," Bevin spoke softly, that blush returning as her eyes focused in on Larry's now-limp dick.

His cock immediately rose up. Slowly but surely… just from her mere words.

Larry shifted himself over to the bedside again and Bevin shuffled closer as she sprung up on her knees.

"You know, Mr. Sawyer… I don't like boys," Bevin said in a sexy tone.

What's this? Bevin could be a tease?! Was she really smart enough to pull something that exotic off?!

"I just wanna taste Peyton," Bevin finished as she wrapped her hands around Larry's dick and chugged it inside her mouth.

"Fine with me," Larry said through another grunt as Bevin kicked into full gear.

Wasn't this her first sexual encounter? But if she'd never given a blowjob before, how the fuck could she be this good at one?! Larry had to ask her that question afterwards.

For now, Larry ruffled his hands through Bevin's hair and assisted in her movements; pulling her head in and drawing it back.

This girl was asking for a facial. And to go with that, she was desperate to taste her friend Brooke and for Brooke to taste her back.

And, by god - if one man was gonna be the 'chosen one' to guide two lovely ladies into harmonious passion together, it was going to be Larry Sawyer.

END OF CHAPTER SEVEN

I've got mixed feelings about this chapter. Don't know if I'm happy with it or not. It's really a bit of a 'filler.' So next chapter, expect B Davis to rock your world :P

Sophia Bush is a "goddess amongst women"… maybe that's why I find it difficult to write in her character sometimes. No words can describe anything she does, because she is so beyond perfection, we can't imagine where to even begin! :D Or something like that….

By the way, that "Happy as Larry" bit is probably unbeknownst outside of Australia; or at least to a lesser extent. I've used it as a pun here, I guess, just because it came to mind then fit so well. Couldn't resist… even if it is a part of my culture I don't fancy too much: slang. It basically means "to be very happy." So all your Americana and whatnot, think of my explanation as a The More You Know segment ;) haha!

Just randomly again, I wanna thank some Fan-Fiction-ers that have been awesome to me: Sophi20, hottie23, toddntan, splashey20, , .xO.