Thy Neighbor's Wife
(and Other Sins)
A Fantasy
by
Copyright 2001 © Richard O Steele. All rights reserved
Chapter 3
"It's time to make love now," Peter softly whispered. As he looked deep into Heather's shining, expectant eyes, Peter saw the absolute and complete surrender of a woman who wanted not just to be fucked, but consumed and even sexually enslaved!
Peter got up off the bed and eased his lover's trunk down to the edge of the bed. His cock was just wildly jerking and throbbing with anticipation. His heart was thudding. He was about to enter the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He was not sure he had even been this excited before in his life! He was so astonishingly stiff! He guessed he should have felt guilty about this upcoming rank infidelity but he was too sexually primed to register feelings like that! Not now!
Peter positioned himself at the edge of the bed and gently spread Heather's legs. Her vagina was just glistening with sexual discharge! In fact, there was a huge, spreading wet spot on the sheets even though she had been lying in that place for less than a minute! What a hot, wanton bitch Heather had become!
Peter placed his hands on her hips and effortlessly pulled her down a little closer to the edge of the mattress. As he did so, Heather began to spread her legs even wider. Soon she was actually doing the splits! God! She was so ready to take Peter's massive shaft deep into the innermost regions of her body! And yet her readiness was entirely the product of trust in her lover because, truth be told, she still didn't see how that stallion-sized cock could possibly fit! This was clearly a matter of faith!
Peter laid his immense, vein-latticed shaft on her pubic mound. Then, almost as if sizing her up for the next stage in their lovemaking, Peter thrust his hips forward. Heather raised herself up on her elbows to see what he was doing. She was shocked to see that the baseball-sized head of his massive organ had come to rest some two or three inches above her navel! Good God in Heaven! What was she in for?
In response, Heather flopped back onto the bed and spread her legs even wider. There was simply no way a cock — any cock, let alone a cock as thick as her arm — could possibly reach a point that deep inside her body. But no matter — she wanted him, she needed him, and she just had to have him. They just had to try and make it work. And on his terms, too.
She was too overcome with passion and anticipation even to speak words of assent. Spreading her legs almost to the breaking point was the only way she knew to tell Peter that she was totally his to do with just as he pleased!
Peter leveraged the base of his horse-like shaft with both of his hands and guided its giant tip up to Heather's discolored, swollen pussy lips. He rubbed the enormous head up and down the entire length of her sopping, accepting cunt lips. When it was glistening wet, he slowly eased it up against the slit between her cunt lips and began to apply a gentle probing pressure.
Soon, because Heather was so open and so ready, the fist-sized head began to disappear into the mouth of her pussy. No sooner had the head fully entered her vaginal canal than Heather began shaking and shuddering with a truly powerful cum — the strongest of the night, and thus the strongest of her life.
Heather looked up and locked eyes with her lover. His dark smoldering gaze was reassuring; she could relax. He was going all the way in! And it was OK!
By now four inches or so of cock had entered her pussy. Heather was up on her elbows watching in utter fascination and amazement as the giant tool pressed on and on and on. Four inches was not all that deep, of course; however, the incredible girth of Peter's horse-sized shaft was utterly reaming out her pussy. Her nerve endings were feeling a massive pressure they had never known before. Her cunt had never been spread to this extent! In response, Heather began convulsing once again with her umpteenth cum of the evening.
God! As more and more inches of cock worked their way down her cunt, Heather felt as if she were starting to split in two! By now, the gorgeous blonde guessed that about ten inches of Peter's fat shaft had disappeared into her vagina. That meant, though, that there were still lots of inches yet to go. Peter was so patient, so thoughtful of her fears, so mindful of the tightness of her pussy, as he carefully eased his mule-like love tube deeper and deeper into the far reaches of her body. What a lover he was!
Suddenly, Heather cried out in both pleasure and pain as she felt Peter's gigantic cock head bump up against her cervix. What now?
Peter implicitly answered that question by moving against that barrier with short, gentle probes. She could feel her cervix — already more open than ever before in her life — begin to dilate even more. And then — all of a sudden — Peter was in! His giant cock head had passed though her cervix and entered her uterus! Jesus! The pulsating mass of man meat had actually begun to invade her womb! That had certainly never happened to Heather before! She wasn't even aware that it could happen to a girl! But feeling was believing!
Peter began pumping a bit harder as he pushed his final four inches of cock inside Heather's womb. By now, he was carefully working his cock head deeper and deeper into the far reaches of her body. It was as if he had entered a second vagina!
Still, with a cock this long, Peter had to thread the needle between Heather's internal organs as he stretched out her uterus and squeezed that organ into an unnatural position between its fellow organs. His cock head, after all, was destined to come to rest somewhere just below his lover's breastbone! Fucking with a member the size of Peter's meant that his cock was going to go where cocks were not designed to go! He had to be both gentle and careful as a result!
Still up on her elbows, Heather looked on with equal parts awe, astonishment, and relief as she saw the last couple of inches of Peter's horse-like cock finally and completely disappear inside her body. It was all the way in! She could feel its head somewhere above her stomach! Amazing!
The lovers then looked up at each other and actually grinned in relief. Heather suddenly realized that Peter was as relieved as she that the huge shaft actually made it utterly and completely all the way in. What a con artist he was! She was willing to bet that on many occasions his log of a cock would not fit at all or perhaps only halfway. But no matter, it sure was in now — as far in as it physically could go! And Heather knew she was in for more of the most thrilling sex of her life.
"I told you it would fit," Peter teased.
"That's yesterday's news," Heather retorted with a giggle. "Now, precious, show me what you can do with that thing once it's inside me like this!"
Heather's entire trunk felt completely filled up with cock as she lay back onto the bed and closed her eyes in ecstasy. Peter slowly withdrew his rock-hard prick back out of Heather's body; he stopped just as the tip of his baseball-sized cock head began to appear at the mouth of her cunt lips. With his cock head half in her pussy and half out, Peter once again surged back down his lover's fuck canal.
This time, though, there was a whole lot less resistance. The unbelievably gorgeous girl's cunt was getting seriously stretched out to accommodate its gigantic visitor. Heather moaned in absolute rapture as the giant love snake again buried itself in the very depths of her womb.
Peter remained motionless for a moment but then began to move his hips in little circles. This increased the pressure of his fantastically rigid shaft against the soaked, slimy walls of Heather's cunt.
Both when it was still and especially when it was being wiggled, Peter's cock was putting enormous pressure on nerves deep down in Heather's pussy that had never before been visited by male meat. What's more, even those nerves at the upper six to eight inches or so of her cunt that had been tickled by favored boyfriends had never been mashed or squashed like this! Even the biggest of those cocks, after all, had come well short of even half the girth of Peter's massive tool. This was sex in an entirely different dimension!
Peter eased himself almost all the way back out of Heather's scum-slick pussy again and, with a bit more force, thrust his giant sex tube back down into her womb. The delicious yet almost painful pleasure of feeling Peter's massive cock head pass though her cervix once again made Heather cry out with indescribable joy. It also started another fantastically strong orgasm that made her shudder with ecstasy for nearly five minutes!
She could tell that Peter was getting seriously excited. He had thrown his head back and was moaning at nearly the top of his lungs. The gorgeous blonde thought she could sense that Peter's titanic dick — harder than rock when he had entered her — was actually getting even more stiff and swollen with each stroke.
As Heather's convulsing pussy got increasingly more stretched out on account of these repeated probes down into her womb, Peter started pumping his lover with greater speed and force. He was now fucking her in earnest. The fact she had been seized by an almost unending orgasm since his cock head first passed through her pussy lips told Peter that the gorgeous buxom blonde was ready for some really up-tempo loving.
Accordingly, Peter grabbed Heather's ankles and lifted her legs high in the air. The giant-cocked lover was looking for a straighter shot at his sweetheart's cervix and uterus. With her vaginal canal at a perfect angle, Peter was able to pound his cock down the soaked channel at a faster and faster pace. Each stroke, it should be noted, was a long-cocked stroke. That is, Peter was nearly withdrawing on each upstroke before ramming his super-stiff amalgam of flesh and gristle back into the very center of his lover's body. It took a lot of leaning back and good balance, but Peter was a true sexual acrobat — it was no problem!
Before long, Peter's pelvic bone was just smashing into Heather's clitoris on each stroke; he was fucking her so very strenuously that, as he continued to pound away at her snatch, each thrust made her body shake as if she had colliding with a moving vehicle!
Both lovers were just uncontrollably grunting and groaning as their lovemaking increased in intensity. Peter was pounding more and more wildly with each stroke. His muscles were rippling in response to this ecstatic exertion, and entire body just glistened with rivers of sweat that helped to define his heavily muscled frame. What a build the guy had! Heather marveled at how incredibly toned and buffed Peter's body was, how his washboard-flat stomach slowly moved in rhythm with his slim, shapely hips.
Peter had fully thrown his head back in almost overpowering sexual ecstasy. The randy fellow was totally overcome with passion. On account of the mind-boggling size of his member, every cunt was tight. But even after their pre-coital workout, Heather was still super tight in even absolute terms. As a result, the pressure of her hot but narrow cunt walls was making his cock skin feel like it was on fire! Yet she was so wet, so lubricated, that Peter was able to roar down her cunt at nearly breakneck speed. As a result, each fuck stroke was producing the near equivalent of a mini-orgasm. He was so hot, and Heather was so sexy!
The way in which the buxom blonde's big tits were bouncing and quivering to the command of her lover's fuck stroke was ratcheting Peter's sexual excitement up to even higher and higher levels. Clearly, this could not go on much longer! A shattering climax was just around the corner!
For her part, Heather was using her vaginal muscles to suck at and clamp onto her lover's speeding cock. The feelings being created by Peter's massive cock as it sped in and out of her entire reproductive tract were like nothing she had ever felt before in her life. Heather was a fantastically beautiful and sexy woman who spent a lot of time in bed with the most handsome and virile guys Hollywood could throw at her. But the loving those fellows had given her was like a crust of bread to Peter's offer of the finest prime rib. Heather had not only never felt sexual pleasure like this but in fact did not even know it was there to be had!
Peter had now begun to incorporate some side to side gyrations into his straight-ahead sex thrusts. In response, Heather had started to buck wildly beneath him. God! The incredible knockout felt as if she was impaled on his massive tool. How great it was!
Heather began to run her hands along Peter's sweat-coated chest and shoulders, and then back down to his hips. After caressing his hot flesh in this fashion, Heather slid a hand under his testicles. Jesus! They were beyond the size of billiard balls! She caressed them and felt them go tight against his body. She knew this guy had only a few more strokes left in him before he wildly began spewing jism all over her womb. She wanted to help him get there.
In response to Heather's caresses, Peter had reached down to fondle and grope the buxom blonde's melon-sized tits. At the same time, he maintained the steady methodical rhythm that Heather knew was bringing her lover to completion.
The sensation of having her breasts squeezed and mauled while Peter fucked away at her convulsing pussy was more than Heather could take. Yet another huge cum overtook her body. Wave after wave of delicious tension and shuddering passion rippled through her body from head to foot and then from foot to head.
Heather was simply overwhelmed by the intensity of this cum; it might have been the strongest one of the night — and thus of her life. She screamed and convulsed wildly as the walls of her cunt contracted tightly against Peter's enormous, ever-thrusting cock. Another flood of sex juice just gushed out of her pussy and onto the bed; the orgasm was so long and intense that Heather thought she might faint.
The effect for Peter was to lubricate his sweetheart's slimy cunt to an even greater degree. It was just astonishingly slick and slippery! As a result he was able to slam his enormous shaft down her tight love canal with even greater force and speed. One measure of Heather's extreme wetness was the fact that Peter's plunging shaft was making extremely loud sucking noises as it slammed in and out of his sweetheart's drenched, heavily leaking pussy.
Heather could tell that Peter was on the brink. His eyes bore a mindless glaze that evidenced the fact that his cum was only seconds away. In response, the luscious blonde contracted her pussy even more strongly around her lover's plunging sex snake.
Heather pushed her body up by her elbows, threw her arms around his neck, and sucked Peter's fat lower lip into her mouth. She was soon passionately licking and tonguing that sexy wedge of flesh. She then released the lip and drove her tongue deep in her lover's mouth and wildly Frenched her still-fornicating lover. Then, after withdrawing her tongue, she bit Peter softly on his chin and started to lick his jaw and cheek like the friendliest but most passionate of puppies. Peter was, of course, wildly fucking away while getting kissed and tongued by Heather; he did not miss a stroke!
This extra stimulus took Peter over the top. He felt his cock, already the consistency of stone, begin to swell and harden to an even greater degree. The throbbing shaft was now harder than granite. Peter began to convulse as unbelievably powerful waves of orgasm washed over him. He let out a series of loud moans as uncontrollable shaking and shuddering totally commandeered his body. "Oh, baby! This is so fucking strong!" he screamed.
"Ugh ... Ugh! ... Jesus! ... Oh! ... Narghh!" Peter was not sure if he had ever had so strong a orgasm in his life! The thrills and shudders just coursed through every fiber of his being. "Uh! Uh! Ugh!" he shouted.
Then, some fifteen seconds into the cum, Peter felt an incredibly urgent blast of cum just rocket out of his cock slit. It happened on a down stroke so that Peter found himself just hosing down the slimy, contracting walls of Heather's womb with hot jets of sticky sperm. The cum was so strong that he could sense Heather's shock at its force and volume. The hot spunk was blasting against Heather's uterine walls like hot pellets of molten iron!
And yet the ejaculation would not stop. It went on and on and on as if the sex-stunned fellow was determined to fill up his lover's entire uterus with warm spunk! If Peter had been counting, he would have guessed that this single ejection of jism had lasted three or four strokes up and down his lover's pussy.
By now, the cum was nearly a minute long and showed no sign of weakening. Every single inch of Heather's reproductive tract was just splattered with Peter's loving gift of hot semen. At the same time, long ropes of the gray, gelatinous glob were gushing out of her pussy. Simultaneously, though, her lover kept replacing this outflow with a fresh supply of hot, sticky sex cream!
And the cum went on and on! Peter was still grunting and shuddering and showering sticky love seed upon his sweetheart some two minutes after his orgasm had begun. He knew that this was by far the longest and most intense cum of his life. And why not? He was fucking the most beautiful and built girl he had ever met!
Finally, at about the 150-second mark, Peter's thrills had subsided and little more than drips and drabs of spunk were slurping out of his cock hole. Heather was nearly floating in a puddle of nut butter! It felt wonderful!
As Peter slowing pulled his softening mega-member out of Heather's fantastically stretched-out pussy, the gorgeous young girl put a hand on her lover's cheek and looked up into his eyes with utter awe and devotion.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby ... that was ... that was ... oh, golly! ... it was!" Heather was too undone to even utter a simple declarative sentence! "I ... I ... didn't know that ... that ... it was even possible ... that ... that." For a second time, Heather tried but failed to vocalize her overwhelming emotions.
Instead, the sweethearts drew together and began a tender and loving post-coital French kiss. Their mouths were absolutely wide-open, and their tongues wildly dueled for a few moments until the lovers switched to sucking and licking their erotically fat lips. As they licked and sucked and kissed, Heather had gone back to fondling her lover's horse-sized cock ... she simply could not get enough of it. And Peter? He was fondling and stroking Heather's generous tits. Each lover had his hands working on what for him really mattered the most!
"Tonight, I'm getting the sex of a lifetime," Heather said in a low voice. "And in a way that's so sad, because this is a one-nighter if ever I've seen one."
"I'm not going to kid you, honey," Peter agreed. "It's only fair. Tomorrow I go back to Philadelphia and pick up on my life where I left off."
"And resume playing house with the little woman, too, I bet!" Heather snapped.
"Yep, that too," Peter agreed.
Heather sighed. "Let's just drop that particular aspect of the discussion, then. Tonight is one of the special nights of my life; I want to keep it magical and memorable." She leaned over and gave Peter a short, affectionate kiss on his lips. "I want all my memories of tonight to be sweet ones. After all, it's going to be all I have of you!
"You'll notice," she added significantly, "that I haven't asked you for phone numbers — even a work number. I haven't even asked your last name, for God's sake!"
"It's ... "
Heather placed a finger over Peter's lips. He immediately sucked it into his mouth. "Hush, silly ... I don't want to know things like that 'cause if I did I might just come to Philly to look for you. Heartthrob Hollywood starlets don't do that sort of thing, of course. They're the ones being pursued!" Heather then looked a bit ruefully at her lover. "I'd do it, though, 'in a second cause you're so wonderful, baby ... except that I can tell it would be a fool's errand. I'm picking up vibes that tell me you're solid with your wife — and that's fine for you — but it sure leaves me out in the cold."
"I am solid with my wife." Peter admitted. "That's what makes us being together like this so amazing — and a little bit scary, too! But that doesn't make tonight any less awesome ... or you any less exciting ... and wonderful, too! This may have been the most exciting sex of my life, too. Plus, you're such a wonderful, wonderful girl!"
Heather gave Peter a hug. "Thanks, honey." Then she had an idea. "Tell you what, though ... give me a piece of paper and a pen."
The dazzlingly beautiful girl wrote down a list of numbers. "These are my telephone numbers or places that could find me. If you ever split with your wife ... and I mean ever ... call me! I don't care if I'm engaged, living with someone, married, pregnant ... on social security ... old and gray ... whatever. Call me and I'll be on your doorstep tomorrow. I mean it ... what you did to me tonight ... wow! ... when a guy makes a girl feel the way you made me feel tonight ... she belongs to him forever."
Heather then got a sad look on her gorgeous face. "But just because I belong to you doesn't mean that we can be together. But if you do get free ever ... call me ... immediately!"
Then her face brightened. "If you do, I could be your trophy wife." Then her countenance darkened. "Except I bet you already have a trophy wife ... you would ... I can tell — no way would my Peter ever end up with a girl who was less than drop dead gorgeous." The shapely blonde ruefully grinned at Peter. "Am I right?"
The handsome, giant cocked fellow hesitated momentarily. "Hmmm ... well ... golly ... well, it's true that my wife is very beautiful," Peter finally admitted.
"So anyway ... do call ... no matter what!" Heather paused for a moment and then began to giggle. "When I think about it, though, I'd have to take a rain check if I'm pregnant when you call. No way is there room in my uterus for a growing baby and your gigantic cock!
The gorgeous starlet sat up straight and wrinkled her nose at the idea.
"Now!" she announced briskly, "we will have no more conversations of that sort. Take me in your arms instead, baby."
The lovers were soon once again deep kissing and groping their remarkable bodies. Peter was paying particular attention to Heather's melon-sized tits. They were so great!
"I think you love my breasts best of all, honey," Heather announced. Then the beautiful girl got a knowing look in her eye. "I'd be willing to bet your wife is flat chested ... right?"
Peter looked up from his lover's chest with a very sheepish expression. "Not flat chested exactly ... but she does wear a B-cup bra ... and kind of loosely at that!"
"And so you saw some big bulges in my dress ... and the rest is history ... right?"
"Not right," Peter broke in. "Everything about you is what caught my eye. Actually, it was your face initially ... you're so beautiful! I've just never, never seen a face as drop-dead gorgeous as yours! It's just so stunning! But, yes, I do love your breasts ... they're so big and firm ... they're the biggest ones I've ever loved up in my life."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Poor baby ... they're big but not that big. Not by Hollywood standards, anyway. You've been deprived!"
"Well," Peter chuckled, "I've been hanging out with society types my whole life. For some reason, they just all have tiny boobs ... it comes with the territory, I guess! Inbreeding, you know!"
Heather laughed. "If you only knew," she exclaimed.
"Knew what?" Peter demanded, a tone of definite interest in his voice."
Heather paused for a moment. "Well, why not," she decided. "Sit still for a second and listen to my life story. But only if you promise to be really stiff when I'm done!"
The gorgeous starlet colored a bit, petted Peter's momentarily limp love muscle a couple of times, and then continued. "I was born and raised in Yankton, South Dakota ... can you believe it? I was the belle of the ball, of course ... homecoming queen ... head cheerleader ... Miss this and Miss that ... Miss Everything, actually! Yadda, yadda, yadda."
"That's exactly what I would have expected," Peter commented.
"Thanks, sweetie," Heather replied as she leaned over to give her lover a kiss, "but seeing that it was Yankton, and all ... that's not such a big deal.
"Anyway, the ink was hardly dry on my high school diploma two years ago when I split for California. I was going to be a Hollywood star ... everyone in town said I was so impossibly gorgeous ... I couldn't miss ... blah, blah, blah."
"I've got to go along with the hometown folks," Peter exclaimed, "you are amazingly gorgeous."
"Thanks again, handsome" Heather replied, reaching down to give Peter's massive hunk of meat a couple more slow jerks.
"I hooked up with Lionel the first week I was out here. I remember our first meeting. He's a sweetie but at first he was all business. He looked at me as if I was a hunk of meat on a cutting board. 'You're not bad looking,' I remember him saying, 'except your lips are way too thin ... that just won't do. And your breasts ... we've got some major work to do there ... what size bra do you wear, honey, an A-cup?'
"'A B-cup,' I told him. It was a lie, though, and I bet Lionel knew it. I was an A-cup ... no doubt about it!"
"Wow!" Peter enthused. "How things change!"
"Well, Lionel told me that if we could do something about those two 'problems' ... he would take me on and we might have a shot at the brass ring. He sent me out to Texas to see this plastic surgeon ... he does a new-fangled kind of implant ... it's called a string implant, or something.
"Lionel wanted the doc to make me a C-cup ... that's the best size for getting parts in mainstream movies and TV shows — nothing bigger than Nikki Cox is the rule of thumb! — but I had always been so embarrassed at my lack of a chest, so I talked him and Lionel into making me a DD-cup instead. Actually, I think I've lost a few parts on account of my big chest ... but that's OK ... after having a concave chest all my life, I just love being just a little busty. Plus I can always drop down in size if I want — Pamela Anderson did, after all."
"Hmmm ... " Peter moaned. He was busy cupping and licking Heather's Texas handiwork. "I can't tell they're not natural. They're so firm and yet so soft, too. That doc did one heck of a great job."
"Yeah, he sure did ... the new me! And, oh yes, Lionel sent me over to UCLA to have collagen injections in my lips ... they sure ain't thin anymore! And that's why I look how I look."
"You look fabulous," Peter moaned. His left hand had migrated to Heather's pussy and his four fingers were busily plunging in and out of her once-again dripping pussy."
"Actually, Lionel told me that I had required one of the lightest makeovers he had ever seen — apparently everybody goes through that process. So I think the folks in Yankton would still recognize me if I went back home ... assuming that ever happens! Given that my parents have moved to Florida ... I think Yankton's seen the last of me, though!"
By now, Heather's ceaseless attention to Peter's shlong had achieved its intended effect; he was again as stiff as a board.
"Precious," she whispered as she looked at the gigantic shaft. "I think you've been deprived too long of experiencing tit flesh in all its glory, and it's definitely time to make it up to you. I want you to fuck my titties and then come all over them. I want your sperm splattered all over my body, sweetheart."
Peter started to moan; this was a life-long dream about to come true.
"First, though," Heather smiled, "I want to get you truly stiff. I don't know how much of this baseball bat of yours I can get in my mouth but I'm sure going to try. Baby! You're so huge! And that's so exciting!"
Heather leaned down and started to lick the huge cock head that crowned her lover's unbelievably gigantic shaft. As she licked and rained soft kisses on its satiny surface, gobs of pre-cum began to slurp out of its slit. "Hmmm!" Heather moaned, "it's so great to see you get so excited!"
The gorgeous young starlet licked up the sexual scum as fast as it leaked out of Peter's cock hole. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "It's so salty 'n delicious! That's supposed to mean something important but I can't remember what. I just love it, though!"
By now Peter was moaning almost helplessly. These sounds only got louder as Heather started to take as much of Peter's swollen male meat into her mouth as she was physically able to manage. It was a huge amount in absolute volume but only a very small percentage of the cock flesh that was actually lewdly jutting out of Peter's groin! Still, as he looked on in lustful appreciation, he could tell that Heather's mouth was open to nearly the breaking point. Lots of girls, he knew, simply couldn't open their mouths wide enough to get any of his cock inside their mouths. This girl was different!
Peter felt a warm tingle run the entire length of his super-stiff, sixteen-inch erection as Heather's full, wet lips wrapped around the head of his cock! She was not able to take in much more than his cock head ... but what a job she was doing on that part of his genitalia!
Because of the extreme size of his penis, Peter had never had a really full-dress blow job. A lot of girls had been unable to take in even his entire cock head ... or even any of it. Heather had certainly passed that test; at this point her mouth was an inch or two below the bulge of the apple-sized head of his shaft. Peter was frankly amazed that the buxom young girl could take even that much cock in her mouth.
The hugely hung banker was going crazy as he felt Heather's big, meaty, collagen-swollen lips draw on his nearly fossilized sex tube. God! The way her tongue was whipping all around its crown! In response, Peter began pumping his hips in a frenzied attempt to fuck her stunningly beautiful face! If this kept up, there was a really powerful blast of jism in Heather's future ... her very near future!
Heather kept right at it, and in fact sunk her mouth even lower on his throbbing cock. As her head dipped still lower, Peter could feel the entire inside of her mouth working on his shaft! It was being massaged by the inside of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth, and especially by the flat of the entire length of her tongue as it slipped and slid along the crown of his dick. All the while, her big full lips were pressing, pulling, and wrapping all around his slippery cock head! This girl could suck a cock!
As the unbelievably gorgeous actress's hot mouth slurped up and down on the jerking head of Peter's dick, serious streams of drool began pouring out of her mouth and sluicing down his rock-hard shaft. Heather then began using both hands to lubricate his shaft with her hot spit. Soon, his entire shaft was slick and shiny with his lover's saliva, and Heather had shifted to wildly jacking off the massive love snake.
Peter was getting so excited! He was mere seconds away from blasting an enormous load down his lover's throat. But he understood that these oral ministrations were supposed to be preparation for a tit fuck. And that was an experience he did not want to miss! Reluctantly, therefore, he pulled Heather's head off his giant cock with a loud "pop" so that the lovers could move on to stage two.
The mechanics of making love to Heather's big DD-cup bosom were complicated by the stupendous length of Peter's cock. A straight tittie-fuck would have repeatedly stabbed Heather in the throat. Peter therefore approached her breasts at an angle so that his cock head and a major portion of his shaft could whiz by his lover's right ear as he copulated with her melon-like knockers.
Peter's ultra-erect tool was still liberally slathered with Heather's application of saliva and drool, so that his massive sex snake easily slipped back and forth between her breasts. The gorgeous starlet was mashing her big melons together to provide a lot of friction against Peter's already inflamed cock skin.
Peter imagined that during the usual tit fuck, Heather's big tits would completely envelop the width, and perhaps, in the case of a little fellow, even the length of her lover's thrusting cock. Given the fantastic girth of Peter's seriously obese shaft, however, her breasts did not come close to bridging that gap. Still, the pressure that she was able to apply to Peter's cock was extremely strong and thus very exciting! The handsome banker knew that his first tit fuck was going to be a very short one!
God! The valley between Heather's tits was so soft, so deep, and so velvety! The pressure she was applying with her mashed breasts was rubbing Peter's slippery cock skin with real erotic force. In fact, it promptly took him right over the top!
"Ugh! Jesus! Fuck! Ohhh! Wow!" Peter felt a tickle start in his anus that spread instantaneously to his scrotum, and then moved to his jerking shaft. The sex-stunned fellow sat up and took hold of his massive cock with both hands and began violently jerking his foreskin up and down.
Extremely strong chills and thrills were already coursing up and down his body, and he had begun to shake and shudder from the electric excitement of a really strong cum. As he continued to grip his giant cock like a fire hose preparing to douse a fire, an enormously strong splat of sperm came rocketing out of his cock hole.
The shimmering rope of love cream was so long! As the couple looked on in astonishment, the long, oscillating string of male seed extended some eight feet or more from his cock head all the way to a point on the bedroom wall a yard or so above the head board!
As this extended flow of jism smashed into the wall with a noticeable "splat", a second, even more powerful blast came flying out of Peter's sex hose. This one flew about six feet into the air and came down all over Heather's incredibly gorgeous face.
Peter was grunting and moaning as this unimaginably strong orgasm went on and on. Every ten seconds or so another heroic discharge of hot, creamy semen would splatter all over Heather's body. Her breasts, her neck, and especially her face were getting just lathered with hot seed.
As the shudders and shakes decreased, Peter's repeated ejaculations correspondingly turned into little drips of spunk. By this time, though, the fabulous young beauty looked as if she had applied an excess application of cold cream all over her face. She was moaning with passion and lust; she clearly had never been splattered with jism like this before!
The beyond-gorgeous starlet looked up at her partner with a mixture of love, surrender, devotion, and astonishment. Peter responded by throwing his mouth at hers to begin an ultra-passionate French kiss that was so open-mouthed that it looked as though the amorous fellow was trying to swallow her head!
Peter could immediately taste the strong tang of his own spunk, for Heather's swollen lips were just coated with the stuff. Almost without thinking about what he was doing, Peter began licking the thick sheen of seed off her lips. Once finished there, the handsome banker began, once against almost out of instinct, to lick the scum from her face. Soon, the lovers were mutually licking each other like out-of-control barnyard dogs; each was trying to outdo the other in seeing how much spunk the other could swallow!
Once the lovers had cleaned each other off, Heather reached down to fondle her lover's giant balls. "Baby!" she moaned, "I've had entire relationships during which a boy friend hasn't produced as much sperm as you just splattered all over this bedroom in one orgasm! Precious!"
Peter chuckled. "I plead guilty! I do have big testicles, and they work overtime to produce an amazing amount of sperm," he admitted. "But it really depends on the girl; it's your incredible face and killer body that pulled my seed up and out of there. You're just the most gorgeous and sexy thing I've ever seen!"
End of Chapter 3
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