Thy Neighbor's Wife
(and Other Sins)
A Fantasy
by
Copyright 2001 © Richard O Steele. All rights reserved
Chapter 2
Well, that statement is not entirely, completely accurate; there was one time just after the period of which we are speaking when Peter did stray from the reservation, if only for a night ... a night and part of the next day, to be precise! His lapse took place, in fact, on the very night before the flight that at the beginning of our story was winging him back home to Philadelphia.
He thought that the experience had helped to slake his thirst for big ... well, at least for tits that were a lot bigger than those he was accustomed to fondling at home. Or did the experience merely whet his appetite for even bigger knockers later on? Probably the latter, Peter ruefully had to admit once the dust had settled and he had gained a little insight into his dalliance. In any event, it was an experience never to be forgotten — or repeated — that's for sure! Or so he hoped!
It had all happened on a business trip, as such things often do. A guy could get a little careless away from home. It occurred during the third year of his marriage. That was in most marriages just about the time the grass on the other side of the fence might start to look a little greener, even though with a wife like Amanda that was hard to imagine! Peter resolved just to chalk it up to experience and to be very, very careful it never happened again.
The affair — it was a one-night stand, to be precise — grew out of Peter's job. Peter was not just a banker but a vice president of the Pennsylvania Trust Company, Philadelphia's oldest and toniest banking institution. Banks are famous for having more vice presidents than janitors, but Peter was the genuine article. He was a plain old, unhyphenated vice president ... period! As such he had a lot of power and responsibility. Peter's Wharton M.B.A., high intelligence, and great personal charm had zoomed him right up the organizational chart. Of course, the fact he came from a prominent old Philadelphia family that had been involved in local banking since the days of Gouverneur Morris hadn't hurt, either!
The bank had carried on its books an investment in a movie. The loan had been entered into by a predecessor institution and had come into the bank's hands as part of the acquisition of that other banking house. Peter's bank was highly unlikely to get involved in such a flashy and even frivolous venture on its own. Still, the investment was now a bank asset and had to be treated with the same care as any other big item on the bank's ledger.
Actually, things had worked out pretty well. The movie had been made — almost if not quite within budget — and was finally ready for release. A private showing to a number of film critics had actually seemed to be a success, to the extent one could read the reactions of these hold 'em close commentators. The audience focus groups to which the movie had been shown were enthusiastic about it as well. Things were looking good as a result.
There were a few last minute financial details to be worked out, however, and so Peter was sent out to the West Coast to take care of them. As a bonus, he was invited to attend both the Hollywood premiere and the insider's party following that event. This whole trip was going to be an exotic jaunt for the pinstriped Philadelphia banker!
And so it was that Peter Wyeth stood sipping a scotch and soda while looking over the après-premiere crowd in a huge, modernistic house way up in the hills overlooking LA. The place was a real showcase. It was a large glass box that looked very much like a Richard Neutra design.
The handsome banker actually recognized some of the partygoers as celebrities he had seen in movies or as guests on the Letterman or Leno shows. This was quite an experience for a boy from Philadelphia!
Suddenly, across the room Peter spotted an amazingly, just incredibly, beautiful babe. She was so stunningly gorgeous that Peter's jaw literally dropped! He felt as if he had been struck by lightning! Or maybe clubbed over the head! God! Thank goodness she was not looking at him when that happened! How embarrassing that would have been! Peter, after all, was always the cool customer ... girls' jaws dropped when they saw him — not vice versa!
Peter guessed this incredible dazzler was around twenty — tops. She was kind of tall, too — around 5' 8" or 5' 9", Peter guessed, or about six inches shorter than he. She was taller than most of the girls Peter had dated over the years. God! She was an absolute stunner! The girl had an astonishingly beautiful face. No ... it was more than just beautiful — it was shockingly, impossibly beautiful!
Peter noticed first the fabulous knockout's huge, wide-set blue eyes and an absolutely cute, pert nose. The combination was just enticing! Her generous mouth featured really sensuous, bee-stung lips. The young banker actually shivered as he imagined how sexy it would be to kiss the young beauty ... except why on earth was he, happily married to beautiful, passionate Amanda Wyeth, even thinking thoughts like that?
A huge tangled mane of golden blonde hair that seemed to extend nearly all the way down to her ass framed the girl's staggeringly gorgeous countenance. Amanda was absolutely, even astonishingly, beautiful — an easy ten, even on a bad day — but this girl was in another numbering system altogether. Peter had expected to see some killer babes at this party, but nothing like this! What a looker she was!
And what a body! The girl had large tits, a DD-cup at least, Peter deduced from his unhappily vicarious study of large bosoms over the years. The huge, firm melons really stretched out her clinging white dress. The dress itself seemed to end only a few inches below her crotch; it was amazingly short. All in all, the stunning beauty looked at first glance a lot like Pamela Anderson — except she was actually more beautiful and a lot bustier, too, than the famous star of Baywatch.
This fantastic lovely was paying rapt attention to a tiny old guy with liver spots; he must be a producer or something, Peter surmised. As a result, the sex-stunned banker figured he was free to ogle the gorgeous girl a bit more without getting caught in the act. Jesus! What an unbelievable babe!
As his eyes lustily danced up and down her killer body, Peter noticed that on account of the extreme height of her hem, the girl's thighs and legs were fully visible — they were absolutely sleek, curvy, and altogether fabulous! And although Peter was looking at the girl from the front, he was willing to bet that her ass was just perfect, too. After all, she was flawless everywhere else! Why not there, too?
On top of everything, the stunning young girl had an absolutely gorgeous tan. The contrast between her light golden skin and the dazzling white dress was just sensational! This gorgeous filly was the ultimate California beach bunny. What a fantastic piece of ass!
The young beauty suddenly happened to look up during her conversation and somehow spotted Peter across the room. Since he was still checking her out, their eyes suddenly —and violently! — met.
The truth is that their eyes did much more than just meet; they sought each other out like heat-seeking missiles. And once engaged, each pair of eyes utterly locked on its opposite number. God! Instead of one of the couple demurely looking away after a glance, as one would expect in such a social situation, their eyes remained utterly fixed — no, riveted! — on each other. They were positively and unblinkingly staring at each other, and neither would break the stare. Peter felt an electric thrill pulse through his body in reaction to the astonishing intensity of their mutual gazes. Peter doubted that they had so much as blinked since they had first spotted each other. The two were visually consuming each other.
Some sudden bubbling chemical reaction had obviously erupted between the two just out of nowhere. Peter and the gorgeous young thing simply stood stock still on opposite sides of the living room while they stared unblinkingly at each other. They were just drinking each other in. Their mouths had even mutually dropped open a bit in shock at the intensity of this sudden encounter. Peter and the young girl were obviously both stunned at the explosion of this sudden, all-consuming, mutual infatuation. That it had arisen in about the span of one second made it particularly discombobulating and unnerving ... and exciting! Peter was shocked at the violence of this mutual reaction. It was clearly something at first sight!
The gorgeous blonde finally broke the unwavering gaze after what seemed to Peter like about two minutes but which could not have been much more than about thirty or forty seconds. She whispered something to her companion and then leaned up and softly kissed him on the cheek. After trading brief smiles with her elderly friend, the breathtakingly beautiful girl abruptly started across the room. God! She's headed my way, Peter suddenly realized!
The young banker did not even time to consider whether he wanted to meet the girl — or whether, as a happily married man, it was even a good idea to do so. He was frankly so stunned and intrigued by her extraordinary good looks and the intensity of their long-distance eye contact, that he simply had to meet her. No matter what! This impending encounter seemed absolutely preordained. As a result, Peter was simply shivering with anticipation as she approached!
The luscious young stunner walked right up and moved into Peter's space; he doubted she was more than six inches away when she began to speak. Her extremely firm, full, and well-shaped bosom was even closer than that! Jesus! A glance told him that she was even more gorgeous close-up than from a distance — which with a lot of girls, you'd better believe, is not always the case! What an incredible babe she was!
"Are you going to get me a drink, or are we just going to stand around staring at each other all night?" the absolutely stunning blonde demanded, a soft smile curling her generous red lips.
"How about both?" Peter retorted with a crooked, boyish grin, "but for starters, what can I get you to drink?"
"White wine, please ... and hurry back!"
Peter managed to intercept a white-coated waiter only a few yards away. He deftly removed a glass of white wine from his tray and walked back to the waiting blonde beauty. He noticed as he approached that her eyes were boring holes all up and down his body. What was going on here, anyway? As if Peter didn't know!
Peter looked back just as frankly and just as appraisingly as he hungrily checked out this extraordinarily gorgeous and curvy beauty. In just minutes, the two seemed to have transcended all modesty and restraint — displaying unabashed sexual hunger for each other was the order of the day.
God! She was so beautiful! Her body was so fantastic, too. The girl's dress was so clingy! As Peter's eyes danced up and down her torso, he could spot no panty or bra lines — shit! The incredible knockout seemed to have no underwear on at all! Wow!
Peter was being utterly shameless in his visual scan of this luscious beauty. It doubted that an X-ray would have penetrated flesh more deeply than his lusty, unembarrassed dissection of this young lady's unimaginably gorgeous face and stunning body. But she seemed to love it ... within just minutes they seemed to have reached a point where such a frank, sexually charged appraisal was just fine, thank you. After all, she was clearly looking him over just as frankly ... and shamelessly!
Peter handed over the wineglass to the young beauty with his right hand, while he held onto his own scotch and soda with his left. Their fingers touched and then remained touching for what seemed like an eternity. Thrilling shocks coursed through Peter's body and electricity just surged between the touching fingers. Peter had frankly not been this fantastically infatuated and aroused for ages — even with Amanda! He was afraid he was going to spring a giant woody right on the spot!
Oh, oh! As the girl took a sip of wine, he saw her gaze wander over to his left hand. Peter immediately knew the girl was examining his ring finger; he could tell right away that she had spotted his wedding ring. So much for that!
In response the girl gave a soft but deeply heartfelt sigh. "It is true, isn't it," she lamented," that all the good ones are taken." She looked down at the floor in thought for a moment, and then, with a definite undertone of sadness, sharply exclaimed, "Shit!"
The girl looked up at Peter with a mildly exasperated yet slightly vulnerable look on her gorgeous face. "So, do we have a wife circulating around the living room here or is she off in the powder room doing her nose?" she demanded, a note of petulance limning her voice. "And if she is somewhere in the general neighborhood, why were you looking at me like that?"
Peter smiled a little ruefully. "Well, to answer your first question, whatever she's doing is being done back in Philadelphia at our house," he quipped. "And as for why I was looking at you like that ... well ... it's 'cause you're so damned beautiful, that's why!"
Shit! Peter could not believe he had made those comments! They had just spilled out of his mouth, unbidden. What he had done, of course, was to announce loud and clear his availability — and interest— at least for tonight! What was he thinking of? The answer, as he well knew, was that his little head had taken over full responsibility for whatever limited amount of cogitation was taking place inside his cranium!
"In that case," the young girl responded, "let's go out on the balcony and talk about it. The view's terrific ... and it's real private, too!" The incredible knockout started to move toward the glass sliding doors but then paused. "Oh," she said, smiling, "First things first. I'm Heather ... and who are you?"
"I'm Peter," the handsome banker answered with a warm smile as the two shook hands, "and it's really nice to meet you, Heather!"
"You don't know how nice," the young beauty countered, "but you're about to find out!" Heather and Peter had not yet broken their handshake but continued to hold each other's hand. Her hand was so warm and so soft!
Heather finally let go and slipped her arm inside Peter's and led him to the balcony. As they began to walk, Heather pulled Peter gently into her big, firm bosom. The soft lushness of the biggest breast Peter had ever felt was almost enough to make the fellow's knees buckle. Wow! Heather was really something! What was he getting himself into here?
The balcony overlooked Los Angeles. The city lay far below, shining like a scattered mass of diamonds against a velvet backdrop. Best of all, Peter and Heather were the only two on the balcony!
Heather momentarily turned to admire the view and then spun back around to face Peter. As she turned around, Peter got his first look at the young beauty's rump. It was more breathtakingly curvy and sexy than he had even dreamed it would be. And the way her petite, perfectly formed ass cheeks were hanging out of the micro-mini dress was almost too much to bear. Peter had seen a lot of gorgeous women in his day — hell, he was married to the pick of the litter! — but he had never, no just never, seen a physical specimen like this. Heather was almost beyond belief!
"Beautiful, isn't it," Heather whispered, as she nodded at the vista below. The young beauty was facing Peter. She was standing about two or three inches away from his body with the palms of her hands resting lightly on his chest Peter's rapidly engorging cock had already bridged that three-inch gap — and a whole lot more!
"I was paying more attention to how beautiful you are," Peter countered.
"What a bull-shitter you are!" Heather groaned, her eyes rolling but laughing at the same time. Then she fastened her huge blue eyes on Peter and smiled. "Compliment accepted, though."
With that comment, Heather began positively leaning into Peter. The gentle but highly noticeable heaviness of her lush bosom was fantastically arousing. The atmosphere on the balcony was electric — it was as if the couple were inside their own private bell jar, with lightning crackling all around them.
"I broke up with my boyfriend a couple of weeks ago," Heather whispered, "and I've been in the dumps ever since. I think I was really looking for someone to break me out of my slump. And then I spotted you across the room...."
Heather leaned up and gave Peter a gentle kiss on the cheek. "I was looking for a Prince Charming, I think." Then she paused. Their hot bodies were fully pressed up against each other. Peter's cock was strongly jabbing into Heather's body — and he could tell she was acutely aware of its pressure.
By this time the stunning blonde had begun very subtly to rotate her pelvis against this genital thrust. "I certainly wasn't looking for someone who was married, though," she announced in a breathy, lust-laden voice. "What a bummer!"
Peter leaned down and returned Heather's kiss on the cheek. "Believe me, Heather, I wasn't looking for anyone at all."
"But we sure found each other, didn't we, honey?" the gorgeous blonde responded. And now I think it's too late to walk away. It sure is for me, anyway ... and for you, too, I hope ... a married man! ... God! ... what luck! ... oh, well ... what the heck ... kiss me anyway, sweetheart!"
"It's too late for me, too, Heather," Peter murmured. The handsome banker then leaned down to brush his generous lips against Heather's equally thick, well-shaped lips.
Only seconds later, the couple's lips were passionately slipping and sliding against each other. Their mouths were slightly parted, and Peter could taste the gorgeous blonde's sweet breath. Heather had begun to grind her pelvis with even greater force against Peter's groin as the soft, gentle yet sizzling kiss went on and on.
As the two-minute kiss finally broke, Heather deftly slipped her lower lip into Peter's mouth. With a soft groan, Peter gently sucked it all the way into his hot mouth. God! Heather was so sexy!
The fabulously beautiful girl looked up in amazement. "Golly ... what a sweet kiss! ... baby! ... how 'bout more ... lots more!"
This time their lips came together with greater force. Within a second or two, their mouths simultaneously sagged open; Peter and Heather were feeding on each other's mouths like beached fish gasping for air. Their thick lips were getting utterly molded against each other. The flesh of their lips was so mutually malleable, so pliable!
Slurping sounds had begun to cascade off the rough concrete walls of the balcony, The lovers had begun to moan and groan at the ardent nature of the almost frantic French kiss. Their long tongues had begun wildly searching all over the insides of their mouths, and warm, shiny drool had begun to coat their cheeks and chins. It was even starting to run down onto their necks.
Heather was now standing on her tiptoes. She was stretching her whole body upward so that her lips could flatten up against her lover's hot lips with as much force as she could muster. In response, Peter's big hands had, almost involuntarily, reached down to fondle Heather's beyond fabulous ass cheeks.
Peter found that Heather's act of getting up on her tiptoes had made her tiny, clingy little dress actually rise up off her hips. To his shock and pleasure, Peter found himself cupping bare ass. Shit! Heather was wearing no underwear at all! No ... wait ... as his eager hands hungrily roamed all over Heather's velvety rump, Peter encountered a narrow thong ... but nothing more! Wow!
Peter had not seen Heather's bare ass cheeks, but his hands told him they were perfect! Her ass was so soft yet so firm ... her cheeks were so petite, as well ... they fit perfectly in the palms of his hands. They were like halves of perfectly shaped melons. God! Heather was perfection itself.
The beautiful blonde had also begun jamming her big tits against Peter's chest. As his left hand continued to squeeze and massage Heather's right ass cheek, Peter moved his right hand to her back to press those big tits even harder against his trunk.
Wow! As he simultaneously rubbed and pushed against Heather's back, Peter could tell that she was not wearing a bra. But her tits were so erect, so pointy, so firm ... and so big! What a body Heather had!
By now, the kiss was getting out of control. Heather's dress had ridden entirely above her waist, and she had begun to hump and even to ride Peter's fully engorged cock. He was so amazingly stiff!
All of a sudden — and without breaking the kiss — Heather jumped up and clasped her legs around Peter's waist! By now the lovers were moaning so loudly that Peter expected someone from inside the house to come out on the balcony to investigate the commotion. But nobody did and so the all-consuming kiss went on and on and on.
Before long, Peter had moved both his hands to Heather's rump and, using her ass cheeks as handles, was moving the girl up and down his groin in a wild dry-hump. The gorgeous young woman was moaning with pleasure.
Finally, their second kiss broke, and Peter gently eased the gorgeous blonde back down to the floor. As the ultra-hot lovers pulled apart, long strings of drool stretched out between their mouths. Peter and Heather, it goes without saying, had been deep into each other's faces!
For her part, Heather, her full lips absolutely puffy from their wild kissing, looked up wide-eyed at Peter in total amazement. She placed a gentle hand on his cheek. The girl was obviously stunned at the incredibly ardent beginning to their friendship.
"Oh, honey! When do you have to go back home?"
"Around noon tomorrow ... I've got a 12:40 flight from LAX."
"Precious! So soon! Still, that leaves lots of hours for us to get acquainted, doesn't it?"
Heather paused for a moment in thought. "This is Lionel's house," she continued. "He's the sweet old man I was talking to when we ... um ... spotted each other. He's my agent ... but a good friend, too. He lives alone here but has lots of extra bedrooms, and when his good friends discover their hormones are raging so badly that waiting until they get home is not an option ... well ... Lionel is happy to offer his hospitality. He's a widower and raging hormones are a distant memory for him, anyway. Honey, that's absolutely the condition we're in ... for sure! Let's go upstairs right now! I know this is just out of the blue ... but sometimes in life, things just happen! We just can't let this one get away!"
One last flicker of doubt wafted through Peter's mind ... and his troubled conscience. Was he really going upstairs with Heather? And then proceed to cheat on his wife once he got there? Yep and yep ... he sure was! In for a dime, in for a dollar was his rationalization of the moment.
Nor, for what it was worth — and it was worth plenty! — was he likely to get caught. He had talked to Amanda on his cell phone just before the party; with the time difference she would not expect another call from him until just before his flight home. Nor on account of her schedule would she be likely to make one to him. He was covered!
But the truth was that Peter needed no real justification for what was going to happen. Heather's incredible face and staggering body, not to mention his own raging hormones, gave him all the excuse he needed! He just had to have her. And from the sultry, eager look on her almost overpoweringly sensual, beautiful face, it was certain that he was going to be wildly making love to this fabulous knockout in a matter of mere minutes!
The totally smitten couple walked though the living room; their bodies seemed to be almost glued together. A mere glance at Peter and Heather as they made their way to the staircase absolutely leaning into each other was sufficient to announce loud and clear to any onlooker that the two were just frantic to find some privacy so they could start wildly fornicating. As additional evidence, their hands were lightly but passionately roaming all over the more non-sexual parts of their bodies as they cut through the crowd of partygoers. It was clear, though, that those hands were just yearning to move on to much more private areas.
"Do you have to clear this with Lionel?" Peter asked.
Heather smiled. "You're going to be shocked at my wantonness," she replied, "but I already have!"
"When?" Peter asked, perplexed.
"Well, do you remember when I whispered something in Lionel's ear just before I came over to meet you?"
"Sure," Peter replied.
Heather giggled. "I told Lionel I had just spotted the man of my dreams and would he mind if I borrowed a bedroom for the evening." The gorgeous, buxom blonde leaned even closer against Peter. "Ain't I the slut?"
She sure was, Peter agreed. This was decidedly not the sort of sentiment to share, however. A different tactic was clearly indicated. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and I can't wait to show you how turned on I am by you," Peter replied.
"Oh, baby!" Heather moaned. The couple were now at the top of the stairs and heading toward a bedroom.
Moments later, the lovers were inside the bedroom, their mouths fused, their tongues lashing inside each other's mouths, and their hands wildly roaming up and down their sleek, toned bodies.
After the wild, spit-laden kiss had ended, Heather pulled back and headed toward the bed. As she turned away, Peter gently pulled her backward against his body. He passionately ran his hands up the front of her dress and eagerly cupped her breasts. They were so big!
Peter felt a huge clot of pre-cum slurp out of his cockhole at the very second his hands touched those huge melons. He was finally feeling up a huge pair of tits! Finally! For the first time ever! His St Mark's masturbatory fantasies had suddenly come to life! He started to moan, softly but uncontrollably at the thrill of finally satisfying this long-delayed urge.
As he wildly massaged the super firm yet super soft, tits, Heather began grinding her shapely ass against Peter's rapidly expanding crotch. He was so ready! And so was she!
Peter was moaning with delight. After a few moments of this through-the-clothes workout on the girl's luscious bosom, he let his hands drop to her amazingly high hem line, took hold of the fabric, pulled the skimpy dress up and over Heather's head, and tossed it to the floor. The nearly nude blonde turned around to face her lover. She proudly thrust her big firm tits in Peter's direction while simultaneously wriggling out of her thong.
Peter's moaning became even louder as he began to cup and fondle the big, bare globes of tit meat. God! Heather's tits were the size of melons ... they were so perfectly round. Her areolae were bigger than silver dollars, and her nipples were so long and erect. Each big tit was nearly too big for a single hand to encompass; after Amanda's tiny little titties, this abundance of tit meat was overwhelmingly arousing! With a groan, Peter leaned down and began to suck and lick her luscious knockers.
Heather was not about to be the only party standing around in the nude. While Peter wildly sucked and licked her breasts, she stripped Peter of his black tie, formal shirt, and dinner jacket. Next, she began to unbuckle Peter's belt. The blonde knockout had sensed the presence of a very large hunk of male meat in that area and aimed to find out more about it!
As Peter's formal trousers hit the floor, Heather was confronted by an enormous bulge in her lover's underpants. The protuberance was in fact larger than enormous; it was colossal ... heroic, even! "Oh, baby," Heather moaned, "what is this?"
In truth, the gigantic swelling in Peter's skivvies looked more like a log than a cock. The tilt of the massive outgrowth was fixed at about a 60-degree angle and was threatening to explode right through the challenged cotton material of Peter's underpants. Heather estimated that the bulge had to be much greater than a foot in length. It was amazing! Astounding! In fact, the pressure of the giant cock against the underwear was so strong that its waistband had pulled some three or four inches away from Peter's waist! Unbelievable!
"Well," Peter responded a bit sheepishly, "it seems like I was blessed with a little extra in the reproductive department."
"Jesus!" Heather broke in, "I should say so! Honey! It looks too big to be true!"
Heather tried to work Peter's snug cotton briefs off his thrusting cock but his boner was much too huge and stiff for the gorgeous starlet to have any luck. Try as she might, Heather simply could not free the giant love snake from its captivity. "Here, let me..." Peter offered. The hugely hung banker pulled and tugged on his waistband while at the same time working his cock up and out of the confines of the briefs. Heather could hear the material actually ripping as her lover worked away at the problem. Peter was clearly in no mood to be patient!
Finally, the massive member was free. As Heather looked on in shock and awe, the gigantic cock snapped out of its cotton confines like a guided missile at lift-off time. It even gently shook along its fantastic length for a few seconds after its unveiling. Jesus! It was so long, so thick, and so hard!
What's more, it was really ready for sex. Heather immediately noticed that pre-cum was freely leaking from Peter's giant cock head onto the carpet. In addition, the head itself was absolutely encrusted with dried love scum. This guy was excited! The realization made Heather shiver with excitement. With a cock this huge, this stiff, and this slick with sex scum, their lovemaking tonight was going to be amazing! As long as it would fit!
Heather tentatively touched the massive prick; next, she tried to encircle its fantastic girth. It was impossible; she was able to get her hand and fingers little more than half way around the circumference of Peter's huge cock. As her fingers curled around the fantastically rigid love stick, Heather realized that it was noticeably hot to the touch. Jesus! She had never noticed anything like that before — this guy was giving new meaning to the traditional high school phrase, "hot to trot!"
Peter leaned his head back and moaned as his already rock-hard shaft began to harden even more at the feel of Heather's hand. The gorgeous blonde leaned in and began to jack off the thick cock with her right hand while using her left to massage and squeeze Peter's hard buttocks. Her breathing was becoming short and choppy as she felt the girth of Peter's already impossibly long, thick cock perceptively swell and lengthen with each stroke. In fact, as the impossibly massive tool became more and more engorged, Heather was finding it difficult to retain her handhold to the extent necessary to continue her manipulation of the giant tool.
This jutting sex organ was simply mind-boggling! It was simultaneously discombobulating! Heather was simply awestruck at the feel of the heavy hard ridges that lay hidden beneath its velvety sheath of taut cock skin. She marveled at the amazingly prominent, bulging vein cordage that crisscrossed the huge cock like life-sustaining rivers. And Peter's cock head was also beyond belief; it had to be the size of a fist — a big fist!
Soon Heather was gyrating her hips in frenzied sexual anticipation and need. This monstrous cock — bigger than any she had ever seen; bigger than any she had ever imagined — was driving her around the bend. And all she had done so far was to touch it! Wow! She needed it deep inside her body in the very worst way!
Peter's cock head was on a level equal to his nipples. The shaft itself just had to be four inches thick — at least. Its improbable girth simply took her breath away!
What's more, Heather's astonished eye told her that Peter's swollen, mushroom-shaped cockhead was a minimum of five inches thick! How in God's name was this, this ... thing going to fit in her pussy. Yet Heather knew that she had never needed anything so badly in her life as to get her brains loosened by this gigantic shaft. But was it even physically possible?
Peter was wantonly fondling and rubbing Heather's round DD-cup, cantaloupe-sized tits while she worked out on his penis and rear end. Their eyes suddenly met, and their bodies collapsed against each other. Seconds later, the lovers were wildly Frenching and then licking each other's faces. Heather was so excited! She could feel that her thighs were just soaked with sexual discharge all the way down to her knees! She had never been this hot before, just never! Who had thought the evening, which had begun as a boring party to honor the premiere of a lightly regarded film that might not even go into full distribution, would end up like this!
As they embraced, Peter's fully engorged cock had begun to ride up the valley between Heather's tits. He had started to grind his hips so that he was fucking her breasts while the open-mouthed, spit-splattering kiss went on and on. The lovers were now moaning at nearly the top of their lungs.
Heather then reached down and, by using both hands, jammed her tits against the pulsing shaft to increase the friction. Peter was going crazy; it was the first tit-fuck of his life, because Heather was the first girl in his life with tits big enough to make the effort worthwhile!
Finally, the kiss broke. "Baby ... sweetheart ... precious! How big is that thing, anyway?"
Peter smiled. "I actually did measure it once. It goes a foot long or better when I'm soft and ... and ... sixteen or seventeen inches when I'm aroused."
"Why sixteen or seventeen?" Heather countered.
"Depends on the girl," Peter responded with a grin. "Tonight ... we're definitely talking seventeen inches!" he continued. "Maybe," he added with a twinkle in his eye, "even more than that! I mean, I'm not sure I've ever been this aroused in my life!"
"Baby!" Heather moaned, and the couple fell into what ended up as another wild French kiss. The lovers had begun to kiss slowly and gently at first but soon had graduated into a passionate frenzy of lips, tongues, and swapped spit. If their mouths had opened any wider, dislocated jaws would have been in the offing!
With her right hand, Heather had returned to squeezing Peter's giant shaft. It was now so engorged that she doubted she was getting her fingers even half way around its improbable thickness. As she stroked the heroic staff with one hand, she caressed Peter's testicles with the other. Jesus! His balls were actually bigger than billiard balls ... maybe as big as tennis balls! Jesus! They were huge! They hung down so far! Heather could not even imagine how much sperm was waiting inside that smooth skin for release into her pussy.
Heather then pulled her mouth away from her lover's and wiped away the drool that had collected on their faces and necks. To that moisture, she drew as much saliva as she could expectorate and added it to the pool of liquid filling her cupped palm. Then, very gently, she began running her cupped, moisture-laden hand along the fantastic length of Peter's giant cock.
Peter moaned as Heather's soft hand lightly slid up and down his glistening, increasingly more lubricated cock. Soon, she was using both hands. Jesus! The guy was so stiff! Peter's enormous penis was so rock-hard that Heather could barely move it from side to side as she continued to massage the now slippery shaft.
As she felt the mule-sized genitals start to throb and pulse, Heather quickly looked back up at Peter's face to see that his eyes were fully closed and his mouth slack with passion. The shapely knockout thought she'd better stop before she had unleashed a pulsing fountain of hot, sticky love seed! She had a much better destination in mind for her lover's creamy spunk than all over the carpeting! Instead, she let go of the throbbing member and, leaning into the gigantic sex tube, stood on her tiptoes to slam her mouth back up against Peter's. The lovers hungrily Frenched each other again, moaning in pleasure at the incredible sexiness of their kissing.
Peter then took Heather by the hand and led her to the bed. "Oh, Jesus!" Heather moaned, "I want you so much but is this going to be even possible? I mean, that thing must be five or even ten times bigger than anything I've ever had in my vagina before — ever!"
Peter smiled. "Look, honey, I'm not a virgin — that's for sure! You can bet I've made love once or twice in my life and, believe me, it fits. It always fits. It just takes a little preparation, that's all. Let's lie down on the bed and cuddle for awhile. Then let me show you how it works."
Some cuddle! The lovers were soon wildly soul kissing on the California king-size bed. Their tongues soon found each other and hungrily entwined. Heather had started to suck on the tip of her lover's tongue. As the lovers ravaged their mouths, Heather dropped her hands down to Peter's rock-solid buttocks. She raked her fingernails across their taut, muscled expanse while continuing to suck on Peter's outstretched tongue.
Peter reached behind the gorgeous girl and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand. Heather's body was so hard and her rump so petite that the palms of his two hands completely covered her squirming bottom. Peter spread her left cheek. With his other hand, Peter reached between her spread ass cheeks and slowly ran his index finger across her delicate, fantastically drenched pussy folds. After half a dozen of these gentle passes, he next positioned his middle finger against her tight but dripping opening and carefully slid its length far into her warm wet twat. God! She was so wet! Heather was simply floating in pussy juice!
Heather gasped. She was so hot — so ready! — that Peter's thick, long finger alone was more exciting than anything any boyfriend had ever put inside her. As he expertly moved his finger around inside her hot, wet cunt, Heather felt herself go absolutely weak. She got even weaker when her lover added a second and then a third finger to his exploratory efforts.
As he fingered her sexual organs, Peter had fastened his mouth on Heather's big left tit. He was passionately sucking and licking her stiffened nipple. He was actually moaning! God! Hadn't this guy been breast-fed or something? He was a wild man!
All of a sudden, Peter found her G-spot! Heather utterly exploded on his fingers! God Almighty! It was an awesomely powerful cum ... more exciting than any cum she had experienced before in her life! If she was going to get off this explosively from a mere finger-fuck, what in God's name was in store for her the rest of the evening? Jesus!
By the time she had stopped shuddering and shaking, Heather was in an absolute frenzy. She was even a bit nauseated from the extended level of sexual excitement she had reached; she could feel cunt juice running down her calves toward her ankles! That had certainly never happened before.
Heather was certain that her cervix was fully open for her lover; she certainly knew that her pussy lips were wildly engorged and swollen with consuming desire for this miracle man. In a raggedly husky voice she pleaded. "Please, I've got to have you. This very second! Fuck me, sweetheart ... please!"
Peter smiled lovingly at Heather. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life, let alone made love to. Given the astonishingly gorgeous woman waiting for him at home, that was saying something! She was certainly the most buxom gal he had ever bedded down — it wasn't even close! With a fabulous girl like this, Peter was not going to cut any corners. Accordingly, he was going to do this one according to the book — his book!
"Honey, we have lots 'n lots more to do before we're ready for that! But, believe me, you'll love the preparation process. And when we do finally make love ... Heather ... it's going to be like nothing you've ever experienced before. Trust me on this!"
Peter moved up to the head of the bed, lay on his back, and shoved two pillows under his head. His almost inhumanly gigantic cock was waving in the air like an oversized scimitar of lust "Honey," he commanded, "come up here and sit on my face."
Heather eagerly crawled on her hands and knees up toward Peter's waiting face — and mouth! Her pussy was absolutely dripping; she had never been so hot — so absolutely wet! — in her life! Soon, Peter's head had disappeared between her legs. This master lover then sensuously slid his hands and arms up and down the gorgeous blonde's legs until, on about the tenth journey, he filled his fingers and palms with her luscious ass cheeks and rubbed and squeezed their soft yet firm flesh. Peter had just never seen an ass as fine as Heather's!
Heather could simply not stand to have her gushing cunt so close to Peter's mouth without engaging in some serious loving. Almost involuntarily, she grabbed the pillows upon which he was lying and pulled them upward. The effect was to force Peter's mouth up tight against her dripping pussy!
The lovers both groaned with passion as Heather began fucking Peter's face with her grinding, out of control, hips! This was heaven!
Peter continued to cup Heather's gorgeous ass cheeks; now, however, he began using her fantastically shapely, rotating, pumping rump as a handle to pull her pussy more strongly against his mouth. After sticking his tongue as far out of his mouth as it would go, Peter gave Heather a slow, elongated lick with the flat of his long, wet tongue. He slowly moved the attention of that long, flat, wet organ from the bottom of her dripping pussy all the way up to her clitoris!
Heather instantly shuddered at the unbelievable feel of having her cunt so passionately flat-licked. In fact, the shudder turned into yet another overpowering cum. Within seconds, the sex-stunned blonde was shaking and shuddering like never before in her life!
Nor did her lover sign off after a single lick; Peter continued to administer long wet licks along the outer lips of her pussy! And the cum went on and on!
She smelled so good! Heather had one of the most aromatic pussies he had ever encountered. This was what the boys in the locker room at St Mark's used to call "eatin' quality pussy." Her sweet genital aroma moved him to add tongue-stabbing to the evening's activities; he alternated between flat licking her swollen, nearly purple cunt lips and stabbing the tip of his tongue a couple of inches inside her dripping pussy. Heather was so open that Peter was actually able to swab the convulsing, scum-laden walls of her cunt with his tongue.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Heather screamed. The incredibly beautiful girl had gone completely round the bend. She was mindlessly pumping her hips against Peter's face; the effect was to grind and mash her gushing cunt against his mouth, lips, and tongue!
Peter continued to eat Heather's pussy in this fashion for another ten minutes or so. He wanted her super-wet and super-open! Then, his face shiny and even dripping with female cum, Peter curled his tongue to create a groove from front to back. Next, he gently pulled Heather's extremely stiff clitoris inside this channel. He alternated pushing and pulling on her rock-hard love nipple with his curled, whipping tongue.
This action made Heather start screaming at the top of her lungs. She had been coming down from a strong cum; suddenly, she found herself going back up for the strongest orgasm of her life!
If this kept up she might actually have a heart attack or a stroke or something. "Twenty-year old Hollywood actress found dead in bed," the morning headline in The Times would read! "Died from being eaten out by her lover" is what the headline would fail to add! Those little details would have to be lovingly added later by the National Enquirer or the Globe.
Heather had been wet before Peter had begun his oral ministrations to her bottom, but now a veritable river of cum had begun gushing out of her twat. Peter began gulping down the sweet fluid; however, its abundance was so great that he was afraid of being overwhelmed by the quantity of the flow and actually choking on the flood of pussy juice.
Heather was screaming and moaning; Peter couldn't imagine why some partygoers had not come up to investigate. But perhaps, in Hollywood, people know better than to take an undue interest in such sounds!
Heather's body was heaving, shaking, and pumping with such force that Peter was finding it difficult to keep his tongue and mouth clamped to her dripping cunt. Still, by holding on to her luscious ass like a cowboy to the horn of his saddle, Peter was able to keep up his passionate loving of this fantastic girl's genital area.
Heather was getting so open! On one of his tongue stabs, Peter found she had gotten so open that he could slide the entire length of his long tongue deep into her pussy. He was actually able to roll it in circles against the mucus-laden walls of her cunt. It seemed that each roll of his tongue was inducing another cum. Jesus! Heather just had to be the hottest slut Peter had encountered — ever!
While his entire tongue nearly to its root was buried deep in Heather's pussy, he gently began to slide the middle finger of his right hand deep into her ass hole. This made her clitoris jut out even more. Peter then pulled his face away from her cunt, recurled his tongue, and began to lick and tongue this extended clitoral length.
Heather was now essentially in perpetual orgasm. Each succeeding cum was the strongest of her life! Peter sucked and licked and then swallowed the unending flow of female cum that was just pouring out of the young beauty's wide-open cunt. God! She was so ready! She felt as if she had been plugged into an electric socket! The chills, shudders, thrills, and shakes just would not stop!
At length, Heather lost the ability to sit upright on Peter's face. Her body fell forward against the headboard; it felt as if it had lost all its skeletal structure. Still, though, she retained the ability to pump her hips and so continued wildly to fuck Peter's face with her ravaged pussy.
Heather's face was just shiny with saliva as drool flowed out of her mouth. She was so overcome with passion as cum after cum took control of her jerking, convulsing body that her screams had decreased to low guttural moans. Yet Peter did not let up; he continued eating and licking both her inner and outer genital areas while never neglecting to return to licking and sucking her clitoris.
Peter kept it up for an hour or more. Nobody was counting, but Heather later would guess she must have come fifty times at least! And, most amazing of all, most of those orgasms were stronger than any she had experienced before this evening — ever! This was truly the loving of a lifetime!
Finally, Heather simply ran out of cum ... there just wasn't any more. She lay there motionless, overcome, utterly satiated! Peter rolled over and stretched his body along hers. He gave her a soft kiss on her fat but shapely lips.
"Oh, honey," Heather moaned, "where did you ever learn to love like that?"
Peter smiled. "With a girl as stunning as you, baby, it just comes naturally. And guess what ... we're just getting started!"
With that Peter leaned over and began yet another ultra-passionate French kiss. The lovers were soon sucking and licking their fat lips. Meanwhile, Peter had reached down and slipped three fingers back inside Heather's ravaged twat.
God! The young beauty was so open that the three fingers were just swallowed up. Peter quickly replaced them with four fingers and, after a few minutes of lazy finger fucking, began to work his entire hand inside his lover's soaked pussy.
It went in so easily! Peter was soon fisting the stunning young blonde. She responded with another series of overpowering cums The loud slurping sounds caused by the rotation of his wrist as Peter worked his fist further and further down Heather's vaginal canal made things even sexier!
After working his hand as far down Heather's love canal as it would go, he switched to sucking and tonguing her breasts while he rotated his fist at a point just above Heather's cervix. He was getting her as open as it was humanly possible for her to become. In truth, she was nearly as dilated as if she had been giving birth. The young girl was now back into perpetual orgasm and, Peter adjudged, so fantastically open that she was finally ready to be mounted. Once that maneuver was accomplished, the buxom starlet was scheduled to get seriously and thoroughly fucked by his horse-sized cock!
End of Chapter 2
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