Thy Neighbor's Wife
(and Other Sins)
A Fantasy
by
Copyright 2001 © Richard O Steele. All rights reserved
Chapter 4
By now, the hot lovers had been making love for hours; it was about four in the morning and both were just plain exhausted. After a little tender, post-coital necking and a passionate good night kiss, Heather and Peter fell asleep intertwined in each other's arms.
After an hour or so of sleep, Peter woke up. Jesus! Heather was passionately sucking his cockhead — she really could get no more than that in her mouth — and he was sporting an absolutely stiff boner as a result! Peter could not actually see her copping his joint because her huge mane of blonde hair nearly covered all of the sleepy banker's genital area. He could hear the sounds of love, though — Heather was moaning very loudly and the wet, slurping, sucking noises being produced by her ardent cocksucking were simply bouncing off the walls of the bedroom. That he could feel Heather's ministrations was a given; her wet, satiny tongue and warm mouth were threatening to drive Peter around the bend! He was as hard as a rock!
At length, the stunning young actress pulled off the sixteen-inch cock and looked with blazingly loving eyes at her man. "I've just got to fuck you some more," Heather explained. She had now gotten to her feet and, while standing nearly straight up, had poised her dripping cunt directly above Peter's jerking, titanium hard shaft. "Take my hands so I can ease myself down on your cock, sweetheart!"
As Peter held her hands, Heather slowly slid down his impossibly massive shaft. She was clearly still totally stretched out from their earlier lovemaking because within moments she had buried the very hilt of that sucker all the way down to her pussy lips. Peter's cock head was deep inside her uterus; in fact, it was poking at the far wall of that organ. Using Peter's hands for leverage, Heather began rising up and down on the thick cock so that she could begin to fuck her lover. It was so exciting for both of them.
Heather started to shudder with a really violent orgasm on about the third journey down her lover's fat dick. Peter could feel female cum just gushing out of her pussy; it was spreading all over his pubic area, groin, and even onto the sheets.
On about the thirtieth trip down Peter's cock, the young knockout's tight pussy received a quid pro quo from her lover; he groaned, shook, shuddered, and then sprayed long ropes of hot semen into the young beauty's womb. What a hot bitch Heather was!
And so back to sleep. After an hour or so, however, Peter woke again. The lovers were sleeping with their trunks face to face. Heather's mouth was only inches from his. He leaned over and gave her a light kiss on the lips.
Even though she was still asleep, the shockingly beautiful actress returned the kiss. Peter then returned that kiss. Soon, the lovers were semi-awake and passionately tonguing the insides of their mouths.
Peter suddenly realized that, not only had he become fully engorged, but also that his stiff cock had somehow entered his lover's sex-loose twat and was wildly fucking away at that dripping organ! He simply did not remember entering her at all; however, there was no doubt about it — he was giving her tight pussy a real reaming-out.
The kiss never broke during their lovemaking. This was a real quickie; within minutes, Heather had come another two or three times, and only minutes after that Peter was whitewashing his lover's cunt walls with yet more shiny gobs of hot sperm. After another post-coupling kiss, the couple fell asleep once again.
When Peter woke again, he found he was holding Heather's petite, super-curvy ass cheeks in his hands. Probably as a result, he had sprung another gigantic boner. Sunshine was streaming though the windows and the clock read six o'clock. The lovers had gotten next to no sleep but if Peter was going to swing by his hotel and then make his 12:30 p.m. flight to Philadelphia — and he'd better; this was no time to give Amanda something to get suspicious about! — it was now time to get up. Of course, he already was up, in a sense! Something had to be done about that boner first, however ...
Peter leaned over and gave the almost incomprehensibly beautiful girl a light kiss on the cheek. Her eyes opened and a huge smile spread across her features.
"Hi, lover," she whispered. "It's so great to see you. It proves that last night was not just a dream."
The stunning actress moved into Peter's arms. She directed a smoldering look into his eyes, and, after moving her face to his head, bent down and slowly drew his lower lip into her mouth.
As she sucked and tongued the tender wedge of flesh, Peter began to groan with passion. All of a sudden, he realized that his straining cock had actually once again entered his darling's dripping pussy and was slowly heading for her womb. It had become so natural for Peter's giant sex snake to be inside Heather's now fully acclimated cunt that the lovers were hardly aware that Peter had even mounted the incredible knockout. It was simply that Peter's massive log was so completely at home in Heather's twat that not to have his humongous pork sliding in and out of her pussy lips would have seemed unnatural!
The ardent lovers — well aware that their time was running out — were soon wildly fucking and Frenching. Peter's gigantic member slowly but passionately sawed in and out of his lover's ravaged cunt. Notwithstanding the impressive number of couplings they had enjoyed in the last ten hours or so, Peter was soon hosing down Heather's ravaged cunt with yet another massive load of hot jizz.
There was still plenty of time for the couple to shower and get dressed — that is, if they restricted themselves to a functional sort of bathing. Peter suspected, however, that such a limitation was not going to be in force. He knew it was a dead letter for sure when Heather stepped into the shower stall after him and immediately fastened her open mouth against his.
As the couple wildly Frenched each other under the stinging spray of the shower head, Peter was employing his left hand to squeeze Heather's fantastically luscious ass cheeks. He was using his right hand to fondle and rub the buxom knockout's big left tit.
Moments later, Peter picked up the stunningly beautiful girl by the thighs, lifted her head nearly to the ceiling of the shower stall, and gently impaled her on his unaccountably stiff and throbbing sex tube. "Fucking while standing up is so sexy," Peter thought to himself as yet another delivery of hot jism exploded inside the nearly wasted confines of Heather's reproductive system. "I sure hope she's on the pill!" he added to himself.
Peter thought he was going to faint when he got a glimpse of Heather's outfit for the day. The breathtakingly beautiful blonde had put on an extremely skimpy sundress. The dress was robin-egg blue and was so short that it barely extended as far as that portion of her upper thighs that was just — and one must emphasize just! — below the erotic swell of her buttocks. In fact, when the gorgeous actress bent over even a little, one could see the opulent swell of her ass peeking out of the bottom of the garment. The dress was so short and so revealing! Jesus! The garment barely covered her snatch! Plus what little bit of Heather's body was covered up by the skimpy little sundress was certainly worth revealing! What a body Heather had!
The dress was backless; two skimpy cords that were tied around her neck held it up. The thrusting swell of her full, round tits notably punctuated the front of the garment. The dress was so sexy and revealing that even with time running short, Peter did not know how he was going to resist jumping the stunning blonde's bones one last time.
Peter had just finished putting on his suit coat and tie. As the lovers smiled lovingly at each other, Peter was reminded that Heather really had one of the most beautiful faces he had ever seen — whether in person, on the page, or on the screen! He was once again just bowled over by her startling large blue eyes, her generous lips, and her golden tan. That long, sexy tangle of blonde hair that reached down to the middle of her back ... her startlingly curvy ass, not to mention the way in which the absolute knockout had her rump very much on display under her tight, astonishingly short dress. Her legs! — wow! ... what absolute killers they were — long, luscious, and tanned. And then there were her huge tits, so full, firm, and erect. Heather simply had to be a babe for the ages, Peter thought to himself. And for this one night, she had been all his!
The effect of these reflections was that Peter roughly pulled the luscious beauty into his arms with a deep groan and began what might have been the most frantic deep kiss of their short relationship. His hot hand wildly plunged under Heather's super short dress and dipped deeply into her skimpy bikini panties. The lovers moaned with wild need as they continued to suck their faces. While Peter was savagely fondling Heather's rump, she was grinding her sweet crotch against Peter's rapidly growing trouser snake.
Finally, though, Heather pulled back. Her lips were really puffy from the hours of wild kissing the couple had shared. "We've really to get going, honey," she said. "First, we don't have all that much margin to get to LAX. It takes a lot longer to get to the plane, you know. And we do have to go by your hotel to pick up your stuff, right? And we want to save time for a proper goodbye, too.
"Plus," she added, "you're the greatest lover I've every been with ... sweetheart, you're the most wonderful lover I could possibly imagine ... But do you know what?"
"What?" Peter offered.
"Darling, I'm so sore I can hardly walk! I mean, this has been the most wonderful night of my life but I'm so sore I just can't believe it. I'm a wreck!" The young beauty then smiled. "I'm going to be sore for just weeks. And do you know what else?"
"What?" Peter again offered.
"Being sore is OK, 'cause it will remind me of you. Plus, after a loving like this, it's going to be a long, long time before I'll be interested in any other man — that's for sure! After you, baby, it's going to take a really extraordinary guy to satisfy me. That's the truth!"
When Heather got behind the wheel, Peter's eyes almost fell out of their sockets. The tiny little sun dress had ridden all the way up on her thighs — it was an inch at most below her pussy. What was even more exciting was the glimpse of pubic hair Peter spied when the luscious starlet leaned in to turn the ignition key.
"Jesus, honey ... you don't have any panties on, do you?"
Heather grinned. "Sure don't. I took 'em off while you were combing your hair in the bathroom. I was hoping you might diddle with my bottom at stoplights. That's to make up for not being able to have that last fuck for the road back at Lionel's."
"You can count on me to do my part, honey," Peter chuckled. "I just hope you don't get jumped at one of those stoplights by the guy in the next car!"
"Not to worry, baby," Heather assured her lover. "These Land Rovers sit so high that only a guy in a semi or something could look inside. Diddle away, darling!"
Peter found himself unable to restrict his diddling to stoplights. He pretty much had his fingers up Heather's dripping cunt all of the way to his hotel. The couple also treated themselves to wild French kisses at most of the stoplights along the way. In between, though, they did talk ... mostly about Heather's career.
"Well, Lionel has gotten me some parts ... mostly small ones on TV. Plus a few little ones in movies, too. I was in Mission Impossible 2 but I'm only on screen for a second or two! You'd have to be my mother or something to be able to spot me."
"I'd spot you," Peter declared firmly.
Heather paused for a second. "Yeah, I do believe you would!" In grateful response, the drop-dead gorgeous starlet reached over and gave Peter a loving squeeze on his upper thigh. To her total lack of surprise, she ended up fondling a whole lot more cock than thigh; Peter's bloated cockhead was making a run for his knee!
"Anyway, this season, I actually got a pretty good guest part on Friends. I was a girl Rachel fixed up with Chandler 'cause he had a huge fight with Monica and she kicked him out of the apartment but Rachel figured that if Monica saw me on his arm it would make her ... Monica, I mean ... jealous enough make up with Chandler."
Peter, who watched the Phillies, Eagles, 76s, and Flyers on TV and that's it, had only the vaguest notion what Heather was talking about.
"Anyway, I'm on screen for five minutes, which is a very long time for a guest on a series. Especially a big series like Friends! And by the way, it worked! Chandler and Monica end up as love birds again. Lionel told me he got just lots and lots of calls about me after that show."
"That's terrific, honey!"
"We're even talking about a Fox series with me as a co-star. I won't tell you which one 'cause that's bad luck but just keep watching the TV listings and ... and ... and ... oh, precious, keep on doing that ... it feels so good!"
Heather had now pulled into LAX. "I'm not coming in, honey, on account of this dress and all ... it would cause a real commotion. Plus I don't usually hang around public places like that. Not dressed like this, at any rate! We'd be fine on the way to the gate — you look so masterful and in control that no guy would think of bothering me when I'm on your arm — but I'd just get hassled to death and hit on a million times before I got back to the car. It would be just impossible!"
"Mission Impossible 3, eh?" Peter joked.
"You know it, baby," Heather grinned in return.
Peter suddenly realized the price Heather had to pay for being so startlingly beautiful and astonishingly built. "I do want to say goodbye to you properly, though," she allowed, "seeing as though it really is goodbye and not just au revoir."
"Me too, honey," Peter quickly added. "Let's see, hmmm, I've actually got a couple of hours till my flight. Pull into the short term parking structure, will you, baby?"
Heather found a spot on the third level and started to pull in. "Uh, uh, honey ... keep going up ... I haven't found the spot I'm looking for yet."
The gorgeous starlet smirked. All of a sudden she knew what was up! And she couldn't wait!
At length, the Land Rover emerged out of the murk of the garage into the bright sunlight of the roof deck. There were half a dozen cars parked up there at most. Heather pulled into a corner of the lot some twenty yards from the nearest vehicle.
"Honey, if you knew what you've meant to me after even just one night," Heather moaned, as the lovers' mouths just slammed together. They were instantly and wildly Frenching each other. Slurping and sucking sounds resounded throughout the passenger compartment of the big, solid SUV as the frantic lovers alternated between licking their mouths and faces and then sucking on each other's fat lips.
Out of respect for Heather's cock-ravaged pussy and womb, Peter had decided to give the fabulous beauty a gentle finger-fuck as a going-away present. Within a few plunges, gentleness had pretty much gone by the board; he had graduated from three fingers to four and then to his entire fist as he wildly rammed his slippery, dripping hand in and out of Heather's still totally stretched-out cunt. She had begun to undo his belt and pull down his zipper; without actually telling each other, the lovers had independently realized they had about half an hour or so to make up for the lifetime together they never were going to have.
Heather soon had her thick lips wrapped around Peter's giant cock head. She was moaning and slurping as her gorgeous head went down, up, down, up, down on the forearm-sized cock. She was sucking and licking so energetically that the sound of her lovemaking was bouncing off the wall of the car.
Peter had started to buck his hips in an attempt to fuck her face. His cock was once again harder than seasoned oak. Jesus! Was Heather a hot bitch, or what? The action was getting so hot that Peter wondered if the big SUV was rocking!
Her cunt was so wet, so soaked, that Peter's fist was making equally loud sloshing sounds as his hand plunged in and out of his darling's already-convulsing pussy. What a sound track for a porn film this little tryst could have supplied!
Heather was essentially in perpetual orgasm. She was moving her lover to that point, too — very quickly! The incredibly gorgeous actress had wrapped both her hands around Peter's massive shaft — when it was fully engorged, Heather's finger tips could barely met across the girth of Peter's giant pecker as she jacked him off. Her busy hands were adding serious manual stimulus to the fantastic oral job she was practicing on the crown of his oversized sex tube.
"God! Oh, honey, it's so strong!" A monstrous cum suddenly seized Peter. He was shuddering and shaking and screaming as a result. It was just astonishingly thrilling! Perhaps because it was their last sex of all — a final intimacy — this cum might actually be the strongest one he had experienced with Heather. "Oh, oh, oh, oh! So good! So good!"
Suddenly an extremely strong rope of jism absolutely rocketed out of Peter's cock. He watched with half closed eyes as Heather took the massive shot in the back of her throat. Jesus! Her head actually snapped backwards in reaction to the stupendous force of the ejaculation. The shocked look in her eyes told Peter that she had never, just never, expected to take a blast like this!
The thrill of this cum was overpowering. Peter was grunting like a hopelessly feral wild animal. Every ten seconds, it seemed, another heroic explosion of sperm spattered out of his cock slit and into Heather's mouth.
Jesus! The gorgeous starlet was emptying out his balls! Peter could see the young beauty's throat busily working as she frantically gulped down the extraordinarily virile man's massive love offering. Yet the eruptions of jism blasting out of her lover's scrotum were plainly becoming too much to deal with. The young girl was getting a frustrated and even vexed look on her shockingly lovely face as yet another long rope of spunk violently whacked into the back of her throat. The flow was becoming too great to swallow!
Finally, a huge flood of male seed simply spouted out of Heather's mouth. It erupted from between her lips as if from out of an out of control fire hose. The gushing spunk was spraying all over the lovers' clothing; it was forming thick puddles in Heather's lap, it was coursing in shiny, gray rivulets down the front of her dress, and was creating glistening, gelatinous splotches all over Peter's suit coat and pants.
Yet, even though the cum was over two minutes in duration, it simply would not stop! More and more jets of hot seed continued to rocket into Heather's accepting, but clearly overmatched, oral cavity.
Finally, some thirty seconds later, Peter's outflow of hot seed had diminished to sporadic drips of sex scum. Heather was looking at him with the most complex combination of love, awe, astonishment, and sadness he had ever seen. What's more, her chin was thickly lathered with layered globs of sperm.
Peter pulled the amazing beauty into his arms and began licking off her chin. The salty taste of the creamy slop was extremely arousing. When that area was clean of sperm, he worked his tongue up to her mouth and plunged the long ribbon of hot flesh deep into her mouth.
Jesus! Heather's mouth was just full of jism. As her mouth sagged open at the touch of her lover's tongue, an outpouring of warm seed just rushed into his mouth.
For the next five minutes or so, the lovers passionately swapped both spit and jism. Peter did not think he had experienced such a hot kiss, ever, even though there had been plenty of candidates for that honor during the twelve hours the couple had just spent together!
Finally, their mouths were empty. The lovers slowly and regretfully uncoupled their lips. Heather reached down, her regret and sadness absolutely palpable, and started up the Land Rover, and Peter slipped his drained sex snake back into his trousers and rezipped his pants.
As they prepared to back out of their space, Peter noted with shock that a car was parked right next to them. He was sure that Heather had parked far away from the nearest vehicle. He certainly had not heard or seen a car pull in next to theirs while they were parked. "Honey," he asked, "look at that car next to us — that wasn't there when you pulled in, was it?"
"No!" Heather exclaimed. "I made a point of parking far away from any other car. I'm not stupid, you know! It must have pulled in while we were ... you know! Even when you park off by yourself people tend to look for another car to park next to. God knows why!"
"They must have arrived while we were ... um ... busy," Peter conjectured. "I hope we didn't give them a show."
Heather laughed. "I doubt it, honey. These things sit so high in the air and that's just a little Japanese thingy. Plus, I don't think someone could look inside our car even if they were standing beside it. We're just too high up."
Peter giggled in return. "We certainly were going at it hot and heavy, though. The Land Rover sure could have been jiggling and rocking a bit. I bet our visitor could have wondered just what was going on inside here!" In response, both Peter and Heather began to laugh almost uncontrollably.
This bit of comic relief helped to leaven the sadness both Heather and Peter felt at the imminence of their leave-taking. That this was likely to be "goodbye" instead of "au revoir" was making the atmosphere in the Land Rover a little gloomy.
Still, the gorgeous starlet tried to be as light-hearted about the matter as she could. "God! Look at us!" she giggled. "Are we a mess, or what? Can you even get on the plane with that stuff all over your suit?"
Peter smiled. "Luckily, everything I have is in carry-on luggage. Once we're airborne, I'll ask the flight attendant if I can get a suit out of my garment bag. I'll tell her a waiter spilled a bowl of soup in an airport restaurant and I didn't have time to change." The handsome banker laughed. "Maybe she'll even believe me! Then I can change clothes in the head."
Heather giggled in return. "Make that a dish of whipped cream," she corrected. "That's much more believable!" Heather's laughing continued; at some point, though, Peter could tell it had morphed into crying. What a tough situation this was!
The SUV was now pulling up the US Airways section of the airport. Peter looked over to see that Heather's cheeks were absolutely wet with tears.
"Oh, honey!" he murmured.
"No, it's OK," Heather insisted. "These are tears of happiness over what we had last night and this morning."
Then she sniffled. "Well ... some of them are ... but, hell, most of them are really tears of sadness, that's for sure. I'll never see you again, I bet. And although last night was way beyond the greatest sex I could possibly even imagine, the downside is that I think your loving might have spoiled me for other guys. I can't imagine meeting a guy who could make me forget you! I don't know how a some other fellow could ever measure up to you."
"Baby!" Peter whispered.
"And you know, I hope, that it's a lot more than just the amazing size and fantastic stiffness of your gigantic penis that made last night so special. I'm going to miss your handsome face, your extremely expert sex techniques, your loving touch, your sweetness, your caring, your sense of humor ... honey, I'm just going to miss everything about you big time!"
"I've got a similar list," Peter responded.
Heather looked at her watch. "You've just got to head for your gate." Heather replied. "Right now!" In these days of greatly increased security and long check-in lines, Peter was pushing the envelope! There was time for one final farewell, though. "What I'd really like is just a long, tender hug as my goodbye present," Heather murmured.
The lovers got out of the Land Rover. Peter immediately noticed that the male passengers standing nearby suddenly whipped their heads around in their direction and began staring — bug-eyed in most cases — at the surpassing gorgeous young piece of ass disgorged by the Land Rover. They were gawking in utter shock and disbelief. Her fabulous good looks, her killer body, that astonishingly skimpy dress ... these guys were seeing a vision of beauty and sexiness they would never forget. Talk about a head turner! How about a neck breaker? Heather gave full meaning — or maybe even a new definition — to that term!
Peter walked around the car to the driver's side and slipped into the passionate arms of the stunning young blonde. She gave him a hard, two-minute-long hug. For the sake of privacy, Peter maneuvered Heather so that her essentially naked rump was hidden inside the open car door. He then reached with both hands under her short, short skirt and began to fondle and squeeze her bare ass cheeks. Peter knew that what Heather really wanted as a sign-off was a fierce but chaste hug. The proximity of her thrilling bottom had led Peter to say ... "No Way!" His hands definitely had a mind of their own ... and they promptly acted upon it. The erotic feel of her tight, compact rump in his squeezing hands was actually starting to stiffen up his dick!
In response, Heather began gently rubbing her big bosom against her lover's chest. Chaste was out the window. Even with the open car door as a shield, Peter couldn't even imagine the show they must be putting on for their onlookers. Nor, as he continued to pet and rub his lover's utterly perfect rump, did he much care; once he let go of her ass cheeks, after all, he would never experience their lushness again. For Peter and Heather, this was it, in other words.
Finally, Heather broke the clinch and pulled back. She looked up and stared deeply into Peter's eyes. "I know we haven't been together for even a full day, precious, but I'll love you always, anyway. Sometimes, even that short a time is all it takes. Sometimes, you just know! I love you, Peter! I'll love you always! And, remember; call me if you're ever free! Whenever!"
End of Chapter 4
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