Thy Neighbor's Wife
(and Other Sins)
A Fantasy
by
Copyright 2001 © Richard O Steele. All rights reserved
Chapter 6
The routine of life in general — and their love life in particular — went swimmingly for Peter and Amanda upon his return ... at least for a time. Peter effortlessly eased back into his role as the most devoted and faithful of husbands. The Wyeths continued to make love at least two times a day during the week and lots more than that on the weekends. Amanda was so hot! So stunningly beautiful! So perfect!
The matter of her small breasts never again occurred to Peter ... well, almost never. Once in a while when he was sucking or licking her tits, the wish they were bigger — a lot bigger, actually — flitted across his consciousness. But only then. Well, usually only then!
Amanda herself seemed to notice a change in Peter's ministrations to her bosom. "Honestly, lover," she observed one night while Peter was munching on her chest, "I think you've gotten a little obsessed with my breasts." The gorgeous young woman then smiled. "I wish I could offer you more to enjoy in that department, but ... well ... what you see is what you get!" Amanda was certainly not at all uncomfortable with the size of her bosom. She knew she was absolutely gorgeous and if her cup size was on the wrong size of anemic — well, so what ... nobody's perfect! Besides her nipples were a bit more elongated than normal. Maybe Peter could focus on that!
"Anyway," she added, "we do have pregnancy to look forward to. Some of my girl friends jumped a cup size or two when they got pregnant. Even more after the baby is born. My friend Martha in the English Department actually went from a B to an E-cup when she started nursing. Maybe there's hope for me yet!"
"I love you just the way you are," Peter responded with imperfect sincerity. "But if you want to be an E-cup temporarily, well ... I certainly won't complain!"
"Well," Amanda concluded, "my book is almost done. Then we can throw away the pills and get me pregnant." Then the stunning young woman giggled. "Maybe I should start to write faster so that I can get started on our own little breast expansion program."
Amanda's comments had suddenly wrenched into Peter's consciousness the fact that his obsession with huge bosoms had not been overcome or forgotten at all ... it had simply been imperfectly repressed. The more he thought about the matter, in fact, the more Peter was forced to admit that Amanda's lack of big breasts really did bother him. A lot! He had the feeling that if he had never met Heather, the entire matter would have remained buried in his subconscious. The torrid affair with the gorgeous starlet had clearly triggered a conscious hunger for big tits. Not that he would ever do anything more about it, of course. Still ... he had done something about it once, and that was before he had realized the depth of his obsession. Could he trust himself not to do it again?
Peter found himself hungering for the day when Amanda's bosom might really be a C ... or perhaps a D ... or maybe even an E-cup — at least for a while! That would certainly take the edge off his breast fever. Until that day, however, he began to suspect that Amanda's small chest was putting a bit of a crimp in their lovemaking. He noticed that they were making love twice a day less often during the week. That could just be a result of being married for nearly three years, of course. On the other hand....
Peter had also begun covertly to surf the Web in search of huge tit sites. He had found places like the Breast Expansion Network and Hooters.dk that specialized in gigantically buxom women, who had come by their incredibly massive tits either naturally or by way of computer augmentation. Gazing upon these arousing images of impossibly buxom woman never failed to give Peter a giant, long-lasting woody. He felt guilty at spending too much time on such porn but he figured it was better than actually acting out his fantasies!
As a result of this Web surfing, Peter was finding that more and more of these almost laughably buxom women were ricocheting around in his brain like out of control pinballs while he was making love to Amanda. Peter wondered if this extracurricular fantasizing constituted cheating in some obscure fashion. He supposed not; still, the fact that his breast obsession was increasingly crowding into his daily thoughts and even his love life was not a good sign!
The breast-obsessed poor fellow also noticed that he was paying a lot more attention to the women he encountered in general — and the size of their breasts in particular. While walking around Center City to keep appointments, especially on Market Street east of City Hall — an area that had essentially become the local African-American Main Street — he had encountered quite a number of black women with simply enormous breasts. He had never really paid a lot of attention to women shaped like that before. He sure did now!
Most of them had been kind of hefty and so were not at all appealing. Several of them, however, had been young, slim, and quite beautiful; in fact, their gigantic bosoms had been wildly out of proportion to the rest of their slim, curvy bodies.
Moreover, Peter's striking good looks had struck a chord with some of these slender, buxom girls; they had uniformly given him the eye — a serious eye! A couple of them had even smiled and then paused or stopped to window shop as if to provide an opportunity for Peter to hit on them. Jesus! One of them, he was sure, had been a teenager ... maybe even a high school student. Maybe a middle school student! God!
His most serious temptation had arisen on a warm, sunny day in late June with this very girl. Peter had decided to walk from his office to the Sheraton Hotel near Society Hill for a meeting. While walking down Market Street around 9th St, he spotted three young black girls heading his way. Less than a second later, he noticed that the kid in the middle was gigantically, almost impossibly buxom. Might one say he noticed her? Hell, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets!
The massively buxom girl — she must be a high school student, Peter adjudged — was wearing a tight red sweater out of which two massive tits the size of watermelons — big watermelons at that! — were jutting. Jutting? Hell, those massive piles of tit flesh were threatening to tear the sweater to shreds! They were so erect and so firm! The burden of carrying around those fleshy mountains of tit meat was apparently so onerous that the young kid sort of rolled and swiveled as she walked.
These stupendously large protuberances easily extended to her waist. In fact, Peter decided after yet another feverish look, they were so huge that they actually obscured her entire torso! No, yet another look proclaimed, they were even bigger than that! The base of her ponderous bosom was actually somewhere down around the area of her groin! Fucking impossible! Yet these too huge to be true udders were very firm and full notwithstanding. Peter had never, just never, seen tits like these! They were so huge! So massive! So firm! And to think they belonged to such a tiny, young-looking kid. The contrast between the little girl's petite body and her swollen milkers made it seem as if she must have had a breast transplant.
The poor kid was obviously suffering from virginal hypo ... hypo ... well, hypo-whatever! Peter had seen pictures on the Web of girls with this syndrome but he could not remember its precise name. On the other hand, the young girl's tits seemed much too shapely to be the result of that sort of condition.
In any event, her gargantuan bosom made Heather's chest seem concave by comparison. Peter remembered that Heather wore a DD-cup bra. If Heather was a DD ... Jesus! ... what on earth did this girl measure? A P-cup? An X-cup? A Z-cup? Peter was just blown away — all he knew for sure was that this young kid measured huge!
Yet the girl herself was very slim and extraordinarily shapely all over ... and very beautiful as well. She had long, thick, dark hair that extended nearly to her waist. Its sexiness almost made Peter groan; he found really long hair on a black girl almost unbearably arousing. The girl's complexion was coffee with cream — lots of cream, thank you; she was clearly the product of a black/white relationship. She was wearing a very short, tight white skirt with a hem that must have been six inches at least above the knee.
Her two girl friends, neither of who offered much in the breast or beauty departments, were apparently serving as bookends to showcase their friend's fantastic ultra-buxom beauty. Although the two companions had small, nearly prepubescent breasts, they were doing their best to show off the assets they had. They were wearing the very low-cut tops worn favored by young inner city girls and French tarts. Peter's guess was that the daring cut of the tops revealed nearly half of their budding tits. Still, neither girl was a match even for Amanda at this stage of their development. Maybe later!
The sweater worn by the giant-breasted little girl had a very high neck; everything it showed off — and that was a whole lot! — was revealed through the medium of clothing. Tight clothing! Peter was suddenly struck by an image of the girl in the middle wearing one of her friend's tops. There would be literally yards of bare tit meat on display. The thought was arousing enough to make Peter's knees buckle.
As the trio got closer and closer, in fact, Peter's imagination soared. The picture of the kid's immense bosom in that sort of top morphed into a vision of her chest without the top on at all. This mental picture then changed into one in which Peter's shaking hands were reaching out to fondle and rub those enormous appendages! All of this took place during the mere twenty seconds or so of walking required for Peter and the young girl to close the quarter block gap that separated them!
As they approached each other, Peter was able to focus on the kid's exceptionally cute looks. If her gorgeous but undeniably young baby face was any evidence, however, the fantastically buxom youngster could not have been more than fifteen or so. That would mean that she was in the lower grades of high school Jesus! At most! Fuck!
She was very short as well; Peter doubted she was even five feet tall. It was undoubtedly an exaggeration, but Peter imagined for a moment that the heavily breasted young girl's horizontal dimensions were greater than her vertical measurements! Her tits seemed that huge! Her short stature was undoubtedly making her tits seem even larger than they might otherwise have appeared. Still, whatever her height, there was no doubt about it — this girl had incredibly enormous tits atop a really slim, curvy body! And really stunning good looks to complement her eye popping figure. Hell, as still another look confirmed, this little girl had it all!
The young kid spotted Peter giving her eye right off the bat; what's more, she returned his attention in full. Not that every fellow in sight wasn't paying her a lot of attention — including a passel of young boom box-carrying black fellows whose tongues were hanging out nearly to the sidewalk at the sight of this fantastic piece of ass. Peter, however, was the one she seemed to notice.
As the girl passed by their eyes met. She gave him a very warm, very sexy smile. Her lips were so thick, wet, and luscious; Peter groaned inwardly at the thought of French kissing and sucking on swollen wedges of hot flesh like that!
At the same time, this close-up look at the young kid's stunning face suggested that Peter's estimate of her age as fifteen was too high. She was so young! Based on the extreme youthfulness of her face alone, fourteen or even thirteen seemed more like it. God! She might be only a middle school student! Fuck almighty!
That fact made Peter's heart leap. He was far from a pedophile; yet in a way, the juxtaposition of a child's face atop an impossibly lush figure was absolutely eye-popping! It also, he had to admit, sent chills up and down his spine. He was actually experiencing serious sexual thoughts about a child! What's more, the feelings were exceptionally steamy!
On the other hand, she was certainly built like no child he had ever seen! Nor was it merely her immense tits; her legs seemed too sleek and shapely to be those of a child as well. Who could blame a guy for getting worked up over a sight like this, no matter what her age?
In response to this astonishing sight, Peter pivoted to watch the girl walk down Market Street toward City Hall. The view was fantastic! The girl had a tight but swelling ass on her that was just amazing — her rolling, swiveling rump was starting to make Peter's cock stand to attention. The manner in which the fabric of extremely short white skirt was so stretched across the swell of her buttocks was even more provocative.
What's more, the girl's massive tits proudly stuck out on either side of her body ... and not just barely, either. Peter adjudged that a generous mass of tit meat extended some four or five inches or so beyond the girl's trunk, creating a visible area of jiggling and quivering tit meat just inches below her shoulders to a point actually below her waist. Fuck!
Perhaps most exciting of all, the young kid's breasts were swelling out to an even greater extent than her voluptuously shaped but actually petite hips. Peter was able to make an informed observation on this point because the ultra-busty girl's tits extended downward to a point level with her ass cheeks! How was a figure like this even possible?
This extraordinary extension of tit flesh was quite noticeably bouncing and shimmying as she walked. Jesus Christ! Peter stood there transfixed, utterly astonished by this mind-boggling sight. He had never before, he thought, checked out a girl's tits from the rear! What's more, the show was worthwhile, for the buxom young kid was showing off a whole lot more tit from the back than most girls could display head-on!
All of a sudden, the young girl actually turned around and caught Peter looking. Her reaction? She gave Peter another warm, sexy smile. In fact, after urgently whispering to her two friends, the girl suddenly stopped to window shop. The two friends kept walking ... it was suddenly just Peter and the girl, and it was clearly Peter's move!
Peter was absolutely paralyzed! This girl had the pair of tits he had been yearning for since his days of covert masturbation to big tit magazines at St Mark's. They went way beyond what he had enjoyed with Heather — the comparison was not even close! Yet she was plainly a teenage girl from the 'hood; what in God's name was possessing him to even think of approaching a young kid like that? ("Her tits, of course!" Peter quickly answered to his internal satisfaction.)
And what would he do when he did start talking with her. Would he ask her out? Sure ... he'd take her to Morton's of Chicago on Walnut Street for lunch. Maybe he'd introduce her to some of his business associates and fellow Philadelphia Club members. How about dropping by the Union League Club and requesting a guest room! An odyssey like that would give the whole town something to talk about! Maybe he'd take her to a regular hotel instead, like Loew's, several blocks back.... "Hi, I'm Peter ... I really like your big tits ... would you like to slip up to my hotel room for an hour or so and let me play with them? Sucking and fucking 'em is actually what I have in mind. Course, I'll have to book the room first. Do you have any suggestions of a good hotel to do something like that in?"
Yet even as he considered the utter absurdity of the situation, Peter found himself slowing drifting toward the girl. She was like an irresistible magnet! The hapless fellow could see she was window shopping in front of a wholesale electronics store. As if Peter needed any further evidence that that the massively buxom girl had no interest in the merchandise on display but was waiting for him instead!
The giant-titted teenager was now looking at him shyly (or was it slyly?) out of the corner of her eye. She was even primping her long, full hair with her right hand. As she did so he could see her massive tits quiver and jiggle in response to her bodily movements. Jesus!
He was only a step or two from the girl. This was getting ridiculous. Peter considered just walking past but something made him stop. Yet he had already decided not to try and pick the girl up. Hadn't he? What to do ... what to do? Jesus!
As he stopped beside the girl he could see that she was actually arching her back a little to make her monstrously huge breasts even more noticeable. She was clearly his if he wanted her. And he did! In the worst way! But could he actually go through with it? No, no! Yes, yes! I don't know! I don't know! No, yes! Yes, no! Peter was an absolute wreck!
"Um ... Hi!" (Peter, in a trembling, shaky voice).
"Hi ya" (girl, in a slow, soft, lilting, sexy voice).
"Umm ... I seem to be lost ... do you know where Front Street is?" (What an absurdly lame pickup approach! Front Street! Nor was there any doubt how or why that street name got pulled out of Peter's subconscious!)
"I think you be lost, Mister ... Front Street be in the other direction." (Girl looks deeply into Peter's eyes and smiles; she definitely knows the score!)
"Back that way?" (Peter jerks his thumb over his shoulder toward the east to stall for time while he decides what to do.)
"Back that way toward the river. Now, if you be lookin' for Broad Street, I could walk you there 'cause that be just a few blocks ahead and I's goin' that way. To catch the subway. Want to change yo' mind, hon?" (Girl is now looking at Peter with smiling bedroom eyes and has begun to arch her back even more. Her massive tits are only an inch or so from Peter's body. Because she is well over a foot shorter than Peter, those gigantic mams are pointing directly at his cock — which, by the way, has begun to swell. Seriously. Noticeably!)
"No, no ... thanks, anyway, but it's Front Street I need to find." (Peter has suddenly, if impulsively, decided he just can't go through with it.)
"Okay, handsome ... it be back that way and I sure hopes you finds what you be lookin' for 'cause I thought you already had!" (Girl begins to turn away after giving Peter a soft, sexy smile and — would believe it! — a saucy wink! What a fucking slut!)
"Thanks ... um ... thanks a lot." (Peter can't tell whether what he feels is relief or regret.)
"Anyway, it be really nice to meet you ... um ... umm..." (Girl turns back, extends arm, and places a soft hand in Peter's big mitt.)
"Um ... Jim!" (Peter curses himself for coming up with such a prosaic fake name.)
"I's Lakisha, Jim ... and it really be nice to meet you. Maybe we see each other around again some day. I sure hopes so, sweetheart, 'cause you be one studly lookin' dude!" ("Jim" still holds Lakisha's hand. Lakisha looks at "Jim" as if she were dying for him to stick his pork up her pussy, then turns away, and, bosom bouncing and jigging, starts off again in direction of Broad Street and her friends, who have stopped to wait in front of another store half a block away.)
Lakisha is obviously putting on a show; she is shaking her bootie to a much greater extent than when "Jim" first saw her. What's more, the act of swinging her hips makes her monstrous bosom quiver like half-set gelatin. The sight from the rear of her swiveling rump and quivering bosom is plainly calculated by Lakisha to make "Jim" salivate over what he's going to be missing ... or even to induce him to change his mind and come after her.
In actuality, the ultra-buxom youngster was giving Peter every opportunity to reconsider. She was walking toward her friends at almost an absurdly glacial pace. The impossibly buxom child was sending yet another message to Peter of her availability.
This measured gait certainly had an effect; three or four times Peter almost started walking west in order to catch up with her. The impossible logistics of the situation were swept aside by the blind lust this encounter had engendered. Damn the consequences! But in the end, Peter simply could not do it. The entire idea was simply too wildly crazy to consider! Yet his feverish mind certainly did feverishly mull it over before he regretfully abandoned the idea!
Peter finally pulled himself together and lurched off in the direction of the Delaware River and Front Street. He was certainly salivating but he simply could not see how he could possibly change his mind. Still, he was bathed in sweat. God! It was crystal clear to him that the stupendously buxom young girl had been utterly receptive to his overtures. Lakisha had done all she could to encourage him. Yet he had acted like the most tongue-tied of teenage boys. Undoubtedly it was for the best but — Fuck! — those tits! That face and body, too! It would be a long time before he would forget that fantastic piece of ass! If only he — the suave, personable businessman and consummate social animal — had not been reduced to a trembling, inarticulate mass of sex-stunned protoplasm!
As he staggered off in the direction of the Sheraton, Peter was quite weak in the knees! He somehow had to get his mind off this subject!
There was only one immediate, albeit transitory, solution to that problem. When he got to the hotel, Peter detoured to the men's room off the lobby where he entered a stall and frantically jacked off.
God! What an effect the massively bosomed beauty had had on him. After about only a dozen strokes, Peter's instantly rock-hard boner was flinging clots of jism high into the air. Had the other occupants of the lavatory been paying close attention, they would have had the astonishing experience of seeing long ropes of creamy sperm rise above the level of the toilet stalls! Indeed, it was only because Peter had taken great care to hang his coat and pants well out of firing range that he was going to be presentable for his meeting at all!
Peter's auto-relief served his short-term needs. But he found it exceedingly difficult to focus on the business meeting that followed his hurried wank. The transitory respite it afforded lasted half an hour at the most; beyond that point, Peter was reduced to responding to complicated financial and legal issues while a raging hard-on threatened to splinter the conference table at which he and his clients were seated!
Moreover, things got worse. At length, Peter found himself almost entirely unable to follow the train of the discussion. Visions of Lakisha's gargantuan tits, her stunning face, her wet, swollen lips, her sensationally curvy body, and her long, sexy hair had crowded out all other thoughts. The absurdity of the situation gave Peter a sense of wry amusement. Here was a grown man suddenly sprouting a serious woody from thinking about a street-urchin with tits down to her crotch while trying to chair a legal strategy session on which millions of dollars were riding.
After the meeting, a couple of the participants offered Peter a shared cab ride back to his office. Peter declined. "Thanks, but it's such a beautiful day I think I'll walk back."
Peter was soon slowly walking along Market Street, his eyes darting from person to person and then across the street in search of Lakisha. He paused at each cross street to peer up and down the intersecting avenue to see if he could spot her there. By the time he had reached his office at 18th and Market he had seen ... nothing!
Peter rode up to his office, closed the door, and tried to concentrate on finding patterns in recent Fed Funds Rate fluctuations. The figures swam in front of his eyes. He was so impossibly horny!
One of the perks of Peter's exalted position in the bank was a private bathroom. Peter was soon sitting on the commode, his suit coat and pants safely hanging on a hook, frantically pulling on his impossibly stiff cock. He was buzzing with heated memories of the impossibly buxom little slut.
After less than a minute of jacking off, Peter's eyes almost rolled into the back of his head. His body began to stiffen and even bow at the intensity of a really strong orgasm. The thrills! The shudders! Within short order a long, looping rope of hot sperm hurtled out of his cockhole. Jesus! The fucker actually hit the ceiling! A second long splat of jism soon followed. It rose nearly five feet in the air, Peter would have guessed. Then a third and fourth load of seed erupted from his jerking cock. In all, and although nobody was counting, Peter would have estimated that he had experienced the ejaculation of eight or nine thrilling spurts of spunk. Wow! Did that young kid have his number or what!
Once his ejaculations had subsided, Peter took a look at the damage. There was a shiny gelatinous clot of seed splattered all over the ceiling. Peter cleaned that up by standing on the toilet seat and dabbing at it with toilet paper.
In addition, his shirt and tie were absolutely covered with blobs of sperm. Luckily, Peter always kept a couple of spare shirts and ties in his office closet. Within minutes, Peter was fully reassembled and back at his desk. He was even able to make some minimal sense of the data that danced across his computer screen. But at least half his brain was daydreaming about Lakisha and her monster tits.
In terms of his long range plans to either squelch or satisfy his ever-growing big breast obsession, therefore, the poor fellow had doubly failed. He was on absolute tenterhooks! Certainly, he knew his loyalty was to Amanda and her bosom — whatever its size! At the same time, the mulatto teenager remained very much in Peter's mind. He thought of Lakisha daily. Her massive bosom loomed larger and larger in his feverish brain, never more than when he was making love to Amanda. Truly, he was becoming almost frantically obsessed with her.
As he replayed the encounter in his mind, Peter was puzzled why a kid like Lakisha would have been attracted to a coat-and-tie-clad banker like Peter who was some twenty years her senior. Peter knew he was a hunk, but still ... how likely was it that a mere child — even one with enormous breasts like Lakisha — would try and pick him up in Center City out of a largely black crowd?
Peter had tentatively come to the conclusion that Lakisha was a hooker, albeit an awfully young one. Perhaps, more accurately put, if she was not yet a professional hooker she had still engaged in a single instance of attempted hooking. That is, even if Lakisha were not in "the Life" on a regular basis, and even if she had not been formally "working" that afternoon, she might have spotted this handsome, distinguished honky (Peter always stood out in a crowd), decided he was very good looking (for a honky, anyway), noticed that he was extremely interested in her (the fact Peter's eyes almost popped out of their sockets in reaction to her huge bosom did not escape Lakisha's notice), and decided to try and make a little walk-around money out of their encounter (a guy like that was likely to be carrying a couple hundred dollars at least).
Upon reflection, Peter wondered if this wasn't how most of the girls got into "the Life", that is, on a casual, ad hoc basis like that. There was really no other reasonable explanation for the girl's behavior that day. Within a year or so — and still underage, Peter was willing to bet — Lakisha might be looking for business clad in hot pants and six-inch heels while standing in the shadows of the Frankfort "L" on Kensington Avenue. With a bust like that, she would not be waiting long for her next date!
More likely, given her exceptional beauty, killer body, and unbelievable tits, Lakisha (suitably renamed "Satin" or, better yet, "Topsy") might be ensconced in a high-rise apartment in the Art Museum area waiting for her next $300 trick to arrive.
When he thought further about it, he wondered if this wasn't the way to go. His hands were just itching to knead and squeeze a pair of giant tits. Particularly Lakisha's tits! It was driving him crazy! It was even affecting his relationship with his wife; she had begun to wonder aloud why the frequency of their sex was dropping off, even if only slightly. If he could find a giant-breasted girl to do it with for pay once in a while, might that not solve the problem? His difficulty with seeing Heather once again, after all, was the perceived danger of an emotional entanglement. With an escort, that was not a factor. Slam, bang, thank you, ma'am! Sounds like a plan, Peter thought to himself.
End of Chapter 6
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