Thy Neighbor's Wife
(and Other Sins)
A Fantasy
by
Copyright 2001 © Richard O Steele. All rights reserved
Chapter 9
Alas, Peter's good intentions, however well and even sincerely meant, did not survive his flight from Heathrow to Philadelphia. Indeed, so quickly did his lust for big breasts overcome his determination to be faithful to Amanda in both body and spirit that Peter suffered a slip while still in transit. While soaring over the Atlantic, he found himself whacking off in the head while lurid memories of the soft velvety feel of Letitia's gigantic tits danced in his overwrought brain. He hoped his regression was merely a temporary lapse! He did enjoy a hot reunion with Amanda, at least; their steamy lovemaking kept Peter's mind off big breasts for at least a week.
At length, however, the thrilling memories of Letitia's hot body slowly but completely overcame the shame that had attended his infidelity with the giant-breasted black model. He soon found himself fondling his stiffening member at the office as he recalled the steamy details of their encounter. These memories soon merged with recollections of the Internet reviews he had seen of Gina, his potential giant-chested Philadelphia playmate, and culminated in curiosity as to whether the super-sized condoms he had ordered had yet arrived.
The last point was easily settled over Peter's lunch hour that day; the rubbers were waiting in his clandestine post office box. At this point, Peter rationalized, having spent so much money to order the rubbers, it seemed silly not to use them. Wasteful, even. He had an investment at stake, some capital he had created, after all, that it would be downright wrong not to put to good use. As a banker, how could he simply cast aside an investment just like that! At least he had an obligation to try them out! To experiment with them at the very least!
And so it was in the wake of this string of rationalizations that Peter called Beth & Friends to make a date with Gina. He had a pleasant conversation with Beth herself, who told him that Gina worked during the day on Mondays through Thursdays. Since tomorrow was Thursday, she would be available ... would Peter like to make an appointment?
He would indeed! The service operated out of a large but architecturally humdrum apartment building located on Pennsylvania Avenue in the museum area of Philadelphia. While making the appointment had been easy, keeping it was a bit more complicated. He had been instructed to call the service's number from a pay phone near the apartment house just before his 2:00 p.m. appointment. The person who answered the phone (not Beth this time — could it be Gina herself?), gave him a code to enter the lobby and an apartment number to head for once the buzzer had admitted him.
Peter was soon knocking softly at the appointed door. God! He was so nervous! His knees were almost knocking together — literally! When the door opened, Gina stood before him in all her buxom glory. Peter knew at once he had hit the jackpot!
At 5' 1" or 5' 2", Gina was a tiny little thing — at least vertically! — but she was wearing very high heels that made her seem about four inches or so taller. She had long, full brown hair that extended nearly to mid-back. She seemed to be in her mid-twenties. Her face was truly gorgeous. One could tell at a glance she was Italian; her face was absolutely stunning in the dark, sultry sort of way that drives visitors to that country around the bend when they spot one of those beautiful, stacked young girls who always seem to be strolling through the central piazza.
At the same time, she seemed vaguely Irish as well; perhaps it was her smile or the twinkle in her eyes. Whatever her actual ancestry, Gina was an intriguing ethnic combination!
Gina was wearing a very short black cocktail-type dress that barely covered her curvy butt and definitely failed to do much to hide her gigantic tits — a fantastic amount of cleavage was hanging out of the tiny garment. The dress, which in truth would have caused a riot at any actual cocktail party, was notably revealing at both ends. That is, the hem barely managed to cover her pussy, and the top ... well, the top was barely capturing the massive piles of tit meat that were just tumbling out of the garment. Peter doubted if a third of Gina's huge bosom was actually covered up by the dress.
As Peter stared bug-eyed at Gina's gigantic breasts, he knew that he was looking at a bosom whose size had not been misrepresented or even exaggerated. Gina definitely measured 34FF up top — at the very least! Her tits were just amazingly huge and super-firm. In truth, they looked even bigger than FFs. It could have been the effect of her small back because they looked absolutely enormous. They proudly jutted out from her body and nearly covered up her entire trunk down to her navel. Her short stature undoubted contributed to the effect as well. What a sight they were even to see. What a thrill they were going to be to molest! Peter could hardly wait!
"Hi, Peter," she breathed as the two inspected each other with obvious mutual approval. "It's really nice to see you!" As Peter stepped into the apartment, Gina extended her right hand and the couple warmly shook hands for a moment.
Gina followed this quick handshake with a lingering hug and a kiss on the cheek; the electric pressure of her mammoth bosom pillowed against Peter's chest promised a very sexy get-together! The thrill of feeling Gina's shapely ass cheeks cupped in his squeezing hands at the end of the hug also augured well for the future of the visit. Peter was certainly wasting no time getting friendly with the fantastically buxom escort! Nor was his cock — it was starting to extend its length and girth at an alarming rate!
Peter and Gina started out by relaxing pretty much fully clothed on the bed in one of the suite's two luxurious bedrooms. They were soon lazily fondling and caressing each other. One interesting touch was that Gina did not want Peter to give her the $225 fee directly — she reacted nearly with distaste when Peter produced the thin wad of bills from his pocket upon entering the bedroom — but suggested instead that he just leave the bills discreetly on a corner of the dresser — and while she wasn't looking, if you please! That way the session would seem more like a consensual encounter between lovers and less a paid proposition between service provider and client. As the hour progressed, in fact, that feeling markedly increased.
The couple continued the preliminaries by trading a few hugs and soft kisses; then, to Peter's surprise and delight, they found themselves passionately French-kissing. In fact, the entire session was filled with wide-open mouth kissing with full tongue contact and spit-swapping.
As the kissing went on and on, the couples' cheeks became slippery and wet with saliva. Jesus !— Gina was so hot! Peter had not known quite what to expect from an encounter of this sort but from what he seen of escort reviews on the Web, and even though Gina had been described in those reviews as a real Girl Friend Experience, he had feared that the giant-breasted girl might provide no more than a rather business-like, even perfunctory, measure of sexual release. He was especially unsure if deep French kissing would be on the menu. Certainly, Peter had never expected anything like this! Gina was hotter than a firecracker! Gina was the girl friend of your dreams!
As their mouths opened, closed, slid, and rubbed against each other, Peter reached up and began to fondle one of Gina massive breasts. He rubbed and pushed and cupped and squeezed the bulging mound of flesh ... and then its companion. The sensation of feeling the enormous piles of tit meat slip and slide under the slick material of the cocktail dress had made Peter's cock approach the tensile strength of tempered steel! He was so hot!
Feeling up the girl's giant tits through her dress while they passionately made out made him feel as if he were back in high school. Except that he had never encountered knockers like that during his high school years; except for Letitia's concededly more massive J-cup hooters, this was by far the most breast flesh Peter had ever held in his hands. By far! What's more, the settled fact that this encounter was going all the way made his tit rubbing even more exciting that his carefully circumscribed session with the ultra-buxom English model.
After about ten minutes of this steamy make-out and feel-up session, one of Gina's gigantic tits somehow managed to tumble out of her dress; given the extremely low-cut nature of the dress, it was surprising it had stayed covered up for as long as it had. The huge naked melon immediately suffered the fate of being squeezed, mauled, rubbed, sucked, and licked. As the frenzied banker almost manically assaulted Gina's massive bosom, the buxom beauty gently rubbed Peter's legs and then his stiffening cock though his trousers. It seemed to Peter that Gina was inspecting the growing bulge in Peter's pants with visibly growing amazement. No wonder — the giant-breasted escort was in for a real surprise, if not an absolute shock, very, very soon!
At Gina's invitation, Peter then took a break and showered. He walked back into the bedroom as naked as a jaybird. Gina therefore took full measure of his now uncovered stallion-sized cock for the first time. "Honey," she remarked briskly, "I think we have a problem here."
"How, so?" Peter responded. Under the circumstances, it seemed best to play the straight man.
"Well, first of all, I don't think the condoms I provide would even cover your cock head, let alone your shaft. And, believe me, intercourse with me is always safe, or it just doesn't happen."
"No problem," Peter said. "I had some rubbers custom made for my ... er ... extra length and girth. They're in my pants pocket. Like I said ... no problem."
"OK," Gina said a little doubtfully, "but that brings me to problem number two. I'm not sure a little thing like me could possibly accommodate a huge member like that. Of course, we could always try Russian ... lots of guys actually prefer that with me, anyway."
"Russian?"
"A tit-fuck. Breast relief, you know," Gina responded; she was visibly a little surprised that Peter did not know the lingo. "Don't even need a condom for that!"
"We could do that, Gina, but as big as it looks, my penis always fits. Or it has up to now. Of course, it takes a little preparation on my part. But if you're up for some prep work...?"
"God!" Gina exclaimed. "I've never had a cock even half that size inside me." She paused in thought for a moment. "Still, I'm an accommodating girl so I'm willing to give it a try so long as we do it slowly and with the understanding that we may have to abort the mission on a moment's notice and settle for some alternative relief. Promise?"
"Deal!" Peter agreed.
Peter was standing beside the bed while the agreement was being struck. "I want to undress you slowly before we start to get really dirty," he announced. "I really find you such an exciting woman!" The sex-stunned lawyer reached down and pulled Gina to her feet.
No sooner was she horizontal than the couple passionately embraced. Gina began grinding her oversized breasts against Peter's heavily muscled chest Peter himself had reached down and was wildly cupping and squeezing Gina's squirming bottom. Only seconds after that the two had resumed passionately French kissing.
Peter punctuated the kissing by drawing first one and then the other of Gina's fat lips into his hot mouth. Then he began running his tongue along the base of her gums from side to side, first on her bottom jaw and then on her upper gums. Gina herself was ardently trying to thrust her long tongue deep down Peter's throat. Both were moaning and groaning heavily in response to the extreme sexiness of their get-together.
As the kiss finally broke, Peter reached down, grabbed the hem of Gina's tiny dress, and whipped it up and over her head. She was left wearing a tiny pair of almost microscopic bikini panties and ... nothing else!
The sight of Gina's fully uncovered FF-cup tits caused a clot of sperm to slurp out of Peter's cock head. They were so huge! They were much bigger than breakfast melons. Jesus! They were approaching watermelon size! Yet they were so firm, so erect! At the same time, they nearly hid her entire chest and stomach from view. What a fucking pair!
While moaning nearly at the top of his lungs, Peter reached down and began frantically to fondle the giant pair of tits. They had a softness to them that was almost impossible to credit. Yet they simultaneously displayed a firmness that seems at odds with the infinite softness they concurrently displayed. In short, her tits provided an absolute paradox of softness and firmness that seemed utterly incongruous to the breast-crazed fellow. Thank God Peter did not have to figure it out ... he merely had to enjoy the sensation. One thing was for sure, though ... Gina was 100% natural ... there was no silicone hiding inside these fleshy monsters!
As Peter continue to manhandle Gina's giant knockers, the Italian beauty whipped off her panties. "Let's lie down in bed, baby; I've got lots of exciting tricks I can show you."
Once back in bed and with both of them fully nude, Peter groaned with pleasure as Gina positioned her trunk over his and, while on her hands and knees, spent a few minutes mashing her huge hanging globes of tit meat into his throbbing dick. Gina then gave him a second surprise: a condom-less blow job — in fact, not just one, but ultimately four! Of course, not very much of Peter's cock actually got into Gina's mouth but the trips she made up and down the almost fossilized shaft with her snaky tongue certainly made up for it.
After finger-fucking her during the blow job, Peter switched to an extended period of loving up her massive bosom with his hands, searching fingers, tongue, lips, and mouth. Jesus, she was so huge! And so firm as well. As he squeezed and rubbed her giant hooters with his wildly roaming hands, Peter also passionately sucked as much tit flesh into his mouth as possible. With Gina, this left a lot of tit meat on the outside looking in!
Peter finished up this part of the session by passionately and at great length eating out Gina's shaved pussy and even sticking his thrusting tongue deep inside her wet, dilated cunt. Gina was absolutely dripping with sexual discharge. To heighten her pleasure, Peter switched to licking and sucking her clitoris while thrusting first two and then three fingers up her gushing twat. Gina was so open!
She was so aroused as well. No sooner had Peter begun slipping his fingers in and out of Gina's heavily leaking cunt than she began to stiffening her body again and again and again. She was clearly in the throes of a unbelievably strong cum. Yet Peter kept at it; Gina appeared to enjoy three or four additional orgasms as her client kept on mercilessly assaulting her privates with his fingers and tongue.
Peter knew that lots of women — wives and escorts alike! — faked orgasms for their partners. He supposed that Gina could be doing the same. Yet her reactions seems so protracted and natural that Peter finally decided that they were the real deal. A few minutes of more passionate French-kissing immediately followed this extended period of dining at the "Y", as Peter had seen the sex act he knew as "eating her out" described on the Internet.
With about two-thirds of the one-hour session over, Gina slipped one of Peter's super-sized condoms over his throbbing cock. She had preceded that act by once again stiffening up the ol' salami with her hot, wet mouth and snaking tongue. She then lay down on her back, spread her legs almost wider than Peter would have thought physically possible, and said in a soft, lust-choked voice: "Slip it in real gently, baby; let's see if this works. God! I hope it does!"
Peter slowly, ever so slowly, worked his lemon-sized cock head in between Gina's fully engorged, and seriously stretched-out cunt lips. No sooner had the giant bulb disappeared inside the stretched-out outer portion of her vagina than the buxom escort began shuddering and shaking with a truly monumental cum.
Peter then began slowly sawing his massive member in and out of Gina's seriously dilated pussy. She was so wet! The room resounded with loud slurping noises as Peter's forearm-sized cock slid to and fro with spine tingling friction against the utterly drenched walls of Gina's super-slick cunt.
After about a foot of cock was regularly entering the depths of Gina's vaginal depths, Peter could tell he had reached her cervix. Jesus! It turned out that the massively bosomed girl had a rather shallow pussy. Nothing that Peter couldn't deal with, however!
Every so gently, Peter began to probe the resistance offered by this barrier. Gina was so excited that her cervix was already notably dilated. Peter's gentle strokes soon took him past the cervix; his cock head and a couple of inches of his straining shaft were now actually inside Gina's uterus!
"Oh, Jesus! You're inside my womb, baby! That's fucking impossible!" Gina screamed!
At this point, Peter started long-cocking the hugely buxom escort. She was so hot that cunt juice was just spraying out of her pussy on each down stroke. Their groins were simply getting soaked with love juice and foam! Gina seemed to be having a new orgasm about every half-dozen fuck strokes. There was no chance she was faking these cums!
Gina was so spectacularly built that Peter could squeeze and suck her tits while they fucked away. Peter especially loved the fact they were making love in the missionary position so that he could watch her massive bosom jiggle, shimmy, bounce, and float as he pounded away to completion inside her gushing cunt.
Although the thin barrier of condom between Peter's cock skin and the dripping walls of Gina's love canal postponed the inevitable for a bit, Peter eventually felt that old familiar feeling begin to overcome his body. Only this time it was so strong!
"Oh, baby! I ... I ... I'm coming!" As Peter came he flung his wide-open mouth upon Gina's equally open lips; they wildly French-kissed as their bodies were mutually seized from top to bottom by really strong and simultaneous orgasms.
Peter was careful when he pulled out. He knew he had shot a monster load of spunk; his cum, after all, had lasted nearly two minutes! He didn't want to make a mess!
"Holy cow!" Gina exclaimed in amazement. "Look at the tip of your rubber! God!"
The condom tip had in fact notably expanded, almost grotesquely so. It was carrying a huge, almost impossibly heavy load of spunk. So much sperm had collected at the astonishingly stretched-out end of the rubber, in fact, that it seemed as if the thin membrane of the prophylactic might burst from the obscene pressure and weight it was being asked to bear! The tip was just absolutely stretched out of shape.
"Honey!" Gina wondered, "it looks like you've got a half-pint of jism trapped in there. Jesus!"
Gina was exaggerating. There was an astonishing load of male seed to be taken care of, though. Probably enough seed to populate the entire eastern seaboard!
Peter gingerly walked across the hall to the bathroom, carefully worked the condom off his still stiffened cock, and dropped the entire works — accompanied with a loud splash — into the toilet bowl. Peter looked into the bowl and noted with satisfaction that the fully loaded condom had sunk to the bottom of the commode. So often the dang things floated on the top and were impervious to being flushed. Not a prodigious load of semen like this, however; the overstuffed rubber sank to the bottom of the bowl like a concrete block! A single flush sufficed to sent several million or so of Peter's potential descendants down into the city sewer system. No rubber into which Peter Wyeth had ejaculated was going to be light enough to float in any toilet bowl ... that was for sure!
Peter and Gina then spent a few minutes of post-coital relaxation on the bed. The time was mostly spent lying still and chatting but it was punctuated at times with yet more passionate, jaw breaking kisses as their tongues lashed at one other. "I do sometimes come with my clients," Gina shared, "but I think those were the strongest orgasms of my life! Ever! I don't even come that hard with my fiancé."
"You're engaged?" Peter was amazed ... maybe aghast!
"Sure. And I'm leaving the business before long, too. I'll probably be a soccer mom before I know it. But for now, it sure is great to make the acquaintance of a exciting, giant cock like yours."
Gina turned out to be a Penn graduate with sharp intelligence, an easy conversational manner, and a quick wit. She had grown up in Southwest Philadelphia near the Penrose Mall and attended high school in her neighborhood.
"I bet you were really a traffic-stopper on the way to school," Peter opined. "Not to mention when you got there, too!"
"Well, yes and no," Gina responded. "Surprisingly enough, I was really kind of flat-chested as a freshman. As I recall, I wore a B-cup bra and barely filled it out at that."
"Hmmm ... things have certainly changed since then," Peter observed, as he began to fondle one of Gina's giant melons.
"It actually began to change during my freshman year. After Christmas, I spent the rest of the year undergoing an amazingly swift breast expansion. They grew so fast that it was like corn ... If I listened carefully in the still of the night, I could almost hear them growing!" Gina giggled.
By now, Peter's shaking hands had switched to Gina's other super-tit.
"By the end of the school year, I measured 32D ... that's an amazing bit of development in only four months or so. Plus, I was still less than five feet tall."
"I bet your classmates noticed, too," Peter grinned.
"My teachers, as well," Gina added. "My freshman biology teacher was only 22; he had just graduated from West Chester University and it was his first year teaching. He was so cute! He asked me if I need any help for the final ... we got together in the Lab after school for some reviewing ... I learned a lot of biology during that session, all right ... Mostly by lying on a lab table while Mr Kluszinski's cock plunged in and out of my vagina ... It was hands-on instruction, that's for sure ... After leaving school that day, I had certainly learned a lot about the human body! On the other hand, I had left behind my virginity. Oh, well."
"What a dirty old man," Peter exclaimed.
"Actually, he was real young looking ... After making love, we giggled about how I had taken a cram study course for the exam. I certainly had ... he had crammed seven inches of thick cock up my pussy! Anyway, I kept growing and growing over the summer. By the time I was a sophomore, I measured 32DD. That year, it was my English teacher who wondered if I wanted help with my midterms. He was a really handsome divorced guy in his 30s and so I said yes. Hmmm.... It was great!"
"Didn't you date any students?" Peter asked.
"Yes," Gina allowed, "but frankly my figure had gotten so spectacular — I measured 34EE by the end of my sophomore year — that a lot of guys were simply too intimidated by the size of my bosom to ask me out. Of course, some guys — especially the seniors — didn't have that problem at all, so I went out with them. Hmmm," Gina recalled with a dreamy smile, "most of those guys really, really knew what they were doing. Plus, I was always seeing a teacher or too on the side ... most of them really knew what they were doing!"
By now, Peter's momentarily drooping shaft had gotten totally erect. This tit talk was so exciting!
"Anyway," Gina continued, I had graduated to a F-cup when I graduated high school. During college — I bounced around from Temple to Northeastern in Boston and then to Penn back here at home to finish up — I grew just a little more ... up to an double-F. And now here I am!" she concluded with a smile. "As big as life!"
"Bigger!" Peter smiled in response.
By now, Peter's hands were positively shaking with lust. He wondered if there was time left in the hour for a second shot on goal. Then he had a better idea.
"Honey," this breast expansion talk is getting me so excited! What's your schedule? Could you fit me in for a second hour here?" Peter really had to get back to the office but he could work it out ... he just had to get a little more of Gina if she were available.
"Actually," Gina responded. "I do have the next hour off. And I'd love to spend it with you."
Within seconds, Peter and Gina were once again hugging and deep kissing. After fifteen minutes or so of making out, Gina switched to sucking and licking Peter's outsized cock. After fifteen minutes of that, Peter retrieved a second condom from his suit pants — thank goodness he had brought along a spare and an extra $225 as well! — and was soon once again drilling the breathtakingly built, gorgeous escort with his massive tool.
Gina had remained so open and loose that Peter's cock head easily made its way back into the buxom beauty's uterus. She was so hot that she shook with a seemingly endless orgasm for nearly the whole time Peter was fucking away at her dripping, stretched-out pussy.
Toward the end Peter suggested that they finish up via the back door. Gina enthusiastically agreed. He was puzzled to see the buxom escort switch directions in response and get on her hands and knees to face the bottom of the bed.
The method in her madness soon became clear. There was a mirror on the wall so positioned that while Peter was plunging his huge cock in and out of Gina's stretched out pussy, he could look sideways to his left and see the reflection of the buxom whore's giant tits flying from side to side in response to Peter's vigorous fuck strokes.
The sight of Gina's flying bosom helped to stoke Peter's fire. After some fifteen minutes of stroking in and out of Gina's steaming cunt, Peter had a second cum; it was almost as powerful as the first. It was nearly as productive as well; the tip of his condom was simply groaning with the cumulative load of hot, creamy seed produced by his second series of ejaculations.
Peter enjoyed a second round of cuddling and conversation as well. Gina was really pleasant to talk to, a quality, which Peter quickly discovered, had led him to share some rather unexpected confidences about his beautiful wife and his need for giant breasts.
"I can see the problem," Gina allowed. "And it sure is better for you to see somebody like me than to get emotionally involved with someone you meet at the office or wherever. I'm sure your wife would certainly not approve of your being here today — that's putting it mildly! — but I'm also sure she'd like it a lot better than if you had a full-fledged affair of the heart with someone else."
"Speaking of which," Peter broke in, "this afternoon has been just wonderful. Can I come back?"
Gina laughed. "Of course you can come back. Given the exciting size of your cock and the way I get off on it, I hope you do. At least until I retire. Till then, I'd love to see you again, Peter! As often as you'd like!"
When he was next alone at his home computer, Peter decided that he was honor bound to submit a review to the JAG and Bigdoggie escort review sites. After all, it was there that he had first seen the reviews of Gina that had tweaked his interest. The guys who contribute to those sites deserved at least that much feedback. After some thought, this is what he submitted:
Gina is as exciting an escort as a guy could imagine. She's beautiful, almost impossibly buxom (36FF), and very, very accommodating. She wrote the book on GFE. I'll keep the specific details private to protect Gina's privacy. E-mail me for details if you want. But take it from me — the session was super-exciting and super-satisfying. She rocks my world — that's for sure! Treat her right, guys, because she's an absolute gem! And if you see her, tell her Big Bertha says, "Hi."
Gina, when quantified statistically, is a definite chart-buster (Ha! Ha!). The numbers on a 1 to 10 scale are as follows:
Overall: 10.0+ (Impossible to do better!)
Appearance: 9.5 (a genuine wet dream!)
Face: 9.0 (gorgeous)
Tits: 10.0+, (truly massive; off the charts!)
Rest of body: 8.5 (shapely, voluptuous but not skinny — by no means fat, though!)
Kissing? 10.0+ (You bet; lots and lots of deep French kissing)
Attitude: 10.0+, (ultimate GFE; off the charts!
Service: 10.0+, (DFK, BBBJ, DATY; ultimate GFE; off the charts!)
In short: You have to first see Gina and then experience her to believe it. She's simply something else!
Have fun but be safe,
Big-Bertha
[email protected].
Peter hoped his review would help Gina's business; she certainly deserved to be the busiest escort in town. He wondered in passing if Gina would figure out who "big_bertha16" was, assuming some future client actually passed along his greetings. Somehow, the hugely hung banker had an idea that Gina just might have studied enough World War I history at her various collegiate stopovers to suspect it was he!
Peter now began to visit Gina on a regular basis; as a result, it seemed that the more manic aspects of his big breast obsession were in check. The practice of spending an hour every other week or so with the shockingly buxom Italian/Irish beauty certainly took the edge off! Hell, Peter did not even bother to ogle the buxom young black girls he encountered on East Market Street any longer. Well ... he did sneak enough of a peek to make sure none of them was Lakisha. Had he bumped into the preposterously buxom little beauty, there might have been a quite different story to tell. No such luck, though; Lakisha remained among the missing. As a result ... Hey! ... Peter had it under control!
End of Chapter 9
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