Thy Neighbor's Wife
(and Other Sins)
A Fantasy
by
Copyright 2001 © Richard O Steele. All rights reserved
Chapter 23
As a consequence of this moral decision, Peter found himself engaged in an exciting, but cautiously scheduled, sex life. Above all, it was carefully hidden; his extreme care in keeping his secret life secret was, as Oscar Wilde used to say, the homage vice pays to virtue. He saw Julie once a week at the University Sheraton and visited Gina every ten days or two weeks at the Arabian Nights. His visits with the sultry escort were arranged mostly on the spur of the moment; it all depended on the conjunction between his horniness and her availability. And — lest he forget! — he spent hours upon hours in bed with his unimaginably gorgeous wife, being ministered to by her busy hands, hot, wet mouth, and hard, erect nipples. All in all Peter's voracious sexual needs seemed to be getting gratified one way or another.
Amanda's role in this equation was put on hold for a short time, however. Her parents were attending the annual American Bankers Association meeting in Washington, DC. They had invited their daughter to join them at the Willard Hotel for the festivities. A banking convention was not really Amanda's cup of tea. Still, the receptions and parties were famously lavish, DC was a fun place to visit, the Willard was a wonderfully luxurious place to stay, and it would be great to spend time with her parents. After all, her father's recent heart surgery made her realize the importance of enjoying her parents' company while it was still there to be enjoyed!
In any event, the three-day convention would not conflict with her teaching duties. Besides, the pregnant young professor just plain needed a break. Peter could certainly manage on his own for a few days; as a result, Amanda and Peter were waiting as her Washington-bound Acela Express silently pulled into 30th Street Station at 11:05 a.m. Because of her advancing pregnancy, Peter had gotten permission to accompany his wife and carry her suitcase down to the train platform.
Peter celebrated the beginning of his short period of bachelorhood by stopping by a public phone in the station concourse, hopping on the Market Street subway, and heading to ... the Arabian Nights! He spent a delicious hour with Gina and her gigantic tits. He was spewing hot ropes of creamy jism into his custom-made rubber before Amanda's train had even pulled into Baltimore's Penn Station!
Nor was that all. On account of Amanda's absence, Peter was able to arrange an extra-long Thursday evening date with Julie. His ultra-buxom mistress had told her husband to fix a cold plate for dinner because she was going to be doing some early evening shopping up in Chestnut Hill. In reality, her giant-cocked boyfriend was seriously fucking her brains out at the University Sheraton while Norman was chewing absent-mindedly on a pastrami and Swiss sandwich in front of the TV set in the den. The timing of the assignation meant that the lovers got to spend nearly three torrid hours wildly sucking and fucking their remarkable bodies. The sheets and their bodies were just caked with jism and other sex fluids at the end of the encounter. Truly, when the cat's away....
Friday, on the other hand, found Peter at loose ends. He had no particular plans, sexual or otherwise. The idea of simply heading home, changing into jeans and a sweatshirt, ordering a pizza, and then maybe watching a movie on HBO seemed like a good way to end the work week. Aimless, solitary relaxation seemed like a great idea!
Peter stayed a bit late at the office to clean up some unfinished business. He had found that staying late once in a while helped to overcome the impression — one he could tell a number of people had gained — that some of his lunch hours had gotten rather long. As he turned left out of his office building to get to Suburban Station, he suddenly realized that the 6:55 R3 train he had planned to take home was scheduled to leave in five minutes. No way was he going to make that train. At this time of day the trains were an hour apart; thus he had an hour to kill. He could go back up to the office to work, but how about a drink instead?
There were plenty of bars near Suburban Station. Peter, however, passed them up in favor of a longer walk to the Rotunda Bar at the new Ritz-Carlton Hotel on Broad Street just south of City Hall. He had been in the place a couple of times recently after work with fellows from the office, and he had noticed that it was generously populated with a lot of really fabulous looking babes. The Rotunda, it seemed, was where the beautiful people now held court.
Was Peter, already seriously involved with a lot of extracurricular loving, planning to troll for some additional gash? Fridays in Philadelphia were traditionally Girls' Night Out; if a single woman was not seriously involved with a guy, she and her girl friends would usually head for a singles bar or a club of some sort to see if they might meet some acceptable guys who would then ask them out for Saturday night, which in Philadelphia was traditionally Date Night. At any rate, that was the idea.
Peter certainly knew the score; he was aware that the Rotunda would very likely be fuller than usual of unattached women. Solo professionals tended to gravitate to the Rotunda, of course. It was also a favorite watering hole for certain secretaries from Northeast who felt they were beautiful enough to compete in the fast lane. Given the quality of the establishment and the keenness of the competition, the women who congregated at the Rotunda were likely to be the absolute top of the line.
Yet Peter, not much into introspection these days on account of the guilt such self-examination invariably produced, was probably not aware of any such intent to look for female company. At most, he would probably have admitted to himself that he just wanted a drink but that there was no harm in looking at the menu while he killed the hour between trains. That the horny fellow was merely kidding himself about his true motives never occurred to him.
There was a good crowd at the Rotunda. Peter thought he would simply sit at the bar, visually check out the scenery, and thus kill what remained of his hour-long wait for the train. As he looked down the bar for an empty stool, however, his jaw nearly dropped open. That girl over there! Do I know her? If I don't, I certainly should!
The young woman in question was perched on a barstool. She was facing away from the bar itself as if she were showcasing her considerable assets. Her long, shapely legs were crossed. At first, it seemed to Peter as if she had nothing on below the waist at all; then he noticed the hint of a tiny little micro-mini skirt bunched up around her crotch. This girl was wearing an amazingly short skirt. What's more, she really had the legs to carry it off.
The girl had a cute but not gorgeous face; it was kind of pug-shaped in an Eastern European sort of way. It was just dripping with sex appeal, though — she looked like a real hottie! She had blonde hair that was shorter than Peter usually preferred. But so what? All in all, the girl was just amazingly sensual.
When his eyes dropped down to the area above the girl's lap and below her face, Peter's heart began to pound. This girl had fantastically huge tits. They were as big as bowling balls. Jesus! The way they were straining against her tight silk blouse was really exciting. Especially since the top button of the blouse appeared to be undone!
Wait a minute! The shock of déjà vu suddenly tore through Peter's brain. I do know her! This was the girl from the Reading Market! The one who dropped off her card at his table! Toni, wasn't that her name? He had never called her up because arranging a meeting just seemed too dangerous. In fact, her card was still hidden in a book at the office. But now here she was! In the flesh! And what flesh! What a coincidence, Peter marveled. And what timing, he added to himself. Am I going to get lucky tonight, he wondered? Should I even try to get lucky, he almost simultaneously wondered?
As he looked up at the girl, Peter could see that she was looking at him with a half smile on her face. He was willing to bet she also recognized him. Well! It was time to step on up and offer to buy the young lady a drink!
Wow! There's a hunk of a guy. Man! He's good looking enough to make my head hurt! Hold on a minute! I know him! That's the guy I slipped a card to at the steak joint in the Market. The guy who never bothered to call! From the way he's looking at me, I think he remembers me. From the shit-eating grin on his face I also think he thinks he can make up for not calling me by just being handsome and suave. Well, buster, have I got news for you! I may let you buy me a drink but nobody picks up Toni just like that! Especially when they've already turned down a gold-plated invitation the way you did! One drink, fella, and then maybe we'll think about getting together for lunch or something later on. But that's it for tonight!
The Rotunda was the sort of place frequented by people of Peter's profession and class. It was a dangerous venue as a result. No matter! Peter decided to throw caution to the winds. It was possible he might know someone in the bar but Toni's fabulous body made taking a chance worth the risk. As if his hormones were going to allow him to make any other decision!
Peter thought about sitting on a stool at the end of the bar and then deputizing the bartender to ask Toni what she was drinking. That approach, Peter quickly decided, would work better in a 40s romantic comedy starring Cary Grant and Veronica Lake than in today's more liberated age. Clearly, the best approach was a direct approach.
"Hi!" Peter began as he walked up to her stool. "I'm Peter. Didn't we meet a few months ago? Like at Rick's Steaks over at the Reading Terminal?" As he spoke, Peter had the feeling that this opening line was about as inept as asking the girl for her sign. Yet she seemed receptive nonetheless.
Toni smiled. "I think so. And, hi, yourself ... I'm Toni Grochowski." As she spoke, the buxom secretary looked down and stealthily eyeballed Peter's wedding ring. Its presence came as no surprise to Toni, of course; she had spotted it on Peter's finger that very first day in Rick's. Toni was no dummy; she checked out the ring finger of every guy she found attractive.
Peter had been too busy gaping at Toni's tits that day to notice her detection of his wedding ring. He certainly noticed her inspection today, however. "Damn!" he said to himself. "Why didn't I take the blessed thing off before coming in this joint?" Peter sighed. It was too late now!
Toni got a more serious look on her face. "If I remember, I think I actually gave you my name back then ... plus my telephone number also, I believe ... I didn't hear from you, though!" She looked up at Peter with a quizzical look on her cute, sexy face.
I'm not going to make it easy for this guy. He's going to pay for ignoring that card. Hell, he's only the second guy in my life I ever did that for, and the other guy had called me up before the end of the same business day! Peter's got some making up to do for blowing me off like that!
Peter coughed a little nervously. "Well, you're right. I should have called. I kept meaning to but I just never did it. I really can't explain why 'cause you really are so beautiful." He then put all of his charm into a crinkly-eyed smile. "In fact, the more I think about it the more I realize I really screwed up! Totally! Do you think you could forgive me for being such a clod? Could I start to make amends by buying you a drink?"
Toni smiled in return. "That would be a nice start. How about a margarita?"
The two really hit it off. Their conversation was very pleasant. It soon became very intimate. On a more fundamental level, both Peter and Toni found themselves getting very attracted to each other. Things were moving along very fast! They were clearly turning each other on.
This guy is fabulous! I'm really going to have to be careful! If I don't watch myself, I could get talked into making an evening out of this. That would be a mistake. A big mistake! For one thing, I'm supposed to meet Shari and Crystal here for a drink before we hit the clubs. But mainly, I can't let Peter think I'm easy. Rich Main Line guy hits on secretary from Northeast; rich Main Line guy scores the same night. Not with this girl, pal! You've got some serious work to do first! I want to see some sincerity — especially on account of that gold band on your left hand. I deserve some respect, after all! I guess maybe I'll let him buy me a second drink, though. What the hell? But that's it!
Toni was soon on her second margarita. Peter had eased his body in toward her bar stool so that their thighs were lightly touching. He spent most of his time looking deep into her eyes. From time to time he would sneak a look down at her cleavage. It was so fucking deep! Her bowling ball tits were so firm and erect that she might have the deepest cleavage he had ever seen.
As a result, Peter had developed an absolutely raging hard-on. He had also begun to lightly touch her thigh from time to time. Given the extreme shortness of Toni's skirt, and the absence of pantyhose — had she taken them off for the evening? — this meant that he was getting a thrilling, if fleeting, introduction to her silky, smooth skin.
Hmmm! This fellow is really getting way too friendly, too fast! Unfortunately, so am I! I wish Shari and Crystal would get here — I could just say good-by to Peter and leave it up to him to call me later. Wonder if he will? But those dumb bitches are always late! If they don't show up soon, I'm just going to have to leave or something on my own! Jesus! I'd better do it soon, in fact! We are really getting involved!
Toni then looked up at Peter. She had a look of decision and even determination in her eyes. "I've really enjoyed meeting you, Peter, but I'm supposed to meet my girl friends here. They'll be here in a second. Maybe we can make plans to get together later ... like for lunch, or something?"
"Hmm," Peter responded noncommittally. "Lunch?" Peter thought to himself. "Right! As if I'm going to be seen having lunch in public with a stacked babe like this! All it would take would be for one person I know to see us and the word would be all over town. It would possibly even get back to 214 Elm Avenue. Wouldn't I have a lot to explain, then! No, dear Toni, we may end up doing a lot of things together but lunch is not one of them!"
"That sounds great!" Peter lied. "I've got a train to catch myself. But do you have to go so soon? I was hoping we could have another drink or something? Like one for the road, maybe? At least until your girl friends get here?"
Toni thought for a moment. Jesus! This guy is hard to say no to. Maybe one more drink until the girls get here. He's so handsome! And charming, too! That would make it three margaritas, though. This is dumb, dumb, dumb, Toni! Plus, don't forget the frigging guy is married, for Christ's sake! Then she looked up at Peter and smiled coquettishly. "Well, maybe one more till the girls get here." She paused and gave a deep sigh. Her gigantic tits heaved in response as Peter signaled the bartender. "Thank you, Peter. That's sweet."
By the time Toni had finished half of her third drink (Peter was still on his second scotch and soda; he had determined that was his limit), the couple was engaged in heavy hand touching.
This is it! I've just got to go! This guy's getting me so hot! If I don't move it soon, it'll be too late! Let's go, girl!
"Peter, honey, I've just got to leave! I mean, I guess my girl friends got delayed or something, but I've just got to get going anyway."
"Toni! At least finish your drink!" As he urged the buxom young secretary to stay a bit longer, Peter subtly pivoted to his right. As he did so his rock-hard monster cock brushed against Toni's leg. A few seconds later, in fact, its sixteen-inch extension was pressing quite firmly against the full length of her thigh!
Jesus fucking Christ! What is that? As if I didn't know! It's his fucking cock! And it's huge! I mean, this guy is hung like a fucking horse! Oh, wow! This certainly puts a new perspective on everything! A cock like that ... Fuck almighty!
Toni looked deeply into Peter's eyes. He could tell that she was sinking deep into lust. His old trick of letting the girl in on the size of his genitals had hardly ever failed to work. This time it was obviously working like a charm. "Okay, Peter," she said a bit thickly, "just until my drink is done."
The couple were now deeply involved in their mutually sensual feelings. Peter's cock continued to nestle firmly against the full extent of Toni's sleek thigh. She made no effort to move away from it. In fact, she could sense herself actually leaning into it!
I think I'm going to scream! I'm actually starting to feel weak! I've never felt a cock as big as this! Not even close! I didn't know they made 'em this size! What am I going to do? Send this guy packing? No way! Now, I don't think I want to let this guy get away! Fact, I'm starting to get afraid of letting him get away! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!
Peter could tell he had Toni on the run. He looked down the bar to see that the last booth — the one in the far corner of the bar — had just been vacated. It was definitely time to move into a more private setting! "I've got an idea. Instead of standing here, why don't we move to a booth?"
Oh, no! We'll be all over each other in a booth. And I'm determined not to let Peter have any of my goodies until after we do a lunch or something. But I just can't say "no" to the guy! He's too hot! What in the world am I going to do?
"Okay. But just until I finish my drink. Then I've got to go! Really! Truly! That very minute!"
The C-shaped booth was almost completely circular; the tufted leather banquette was circular as well. Peter and Toni had scrunched in to the top of the circle. They were, though, occupying very little of the available space. They were strongly pressing up against each other. Toni, in fact, was nearly sitting on top of her new friend.
Her massive right tit was strongly pressing into Peter's arm. Her tits were so huge that the upper part of her body did not really fit the clearances between the back of the banquette and the table; instead her immense breasts were strongly pressed and even distended against the edge of the table. Peter was getting so excited at this arousing sight that he could feel pre-cum beginning to leak out of his throbbing cock.
Toni's pussy had frankly started to gush. This was definitely not what she had in mind when she agreed to one drink — and that's it! — with the handsome fellow!
On account of the low height of the table at which they were sitting, Toni had her legs uncrossed. Peter had lightly placed his hot right hand on her upper right thigh. Unlike the touch and go maneuver he had practiced at the bar, this time the palm of his hand stayed put.
Girl, you are in dangerous territory. You are in big, big trouble! I've just got to swallow the rest of this drink and go! Why am I breathing so hard, though! Shit!
Peter had begun to lightly rub Toni's thigh. Her skirt — he didn't know girls wore skirts that short any more, at least this side of a cathouse! — had gotten hiked up so high that he could see her panties! They looked silk and were pink. They looked wet, too! Jesus! Now Peter was beginning to breathe hard himself!
Jesus! This guy is all hands! And I'm getting so wet! I am going to pick up my drink, go bottoms up, and then say, "Thank you very much Peter ... I hope I hear from you soon" ... and then ask him to let me out so I can go home.
"I'm so glad we finally met," Peter murmured. He leaned over and kissed Toni softly on the side of her head.
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus! I know what's next. Peter takes his hand off my thigh and then slooowly reaches up and cups my tit. 'Cause of its size, that's not a very long trip! But no way! That's my signal ... the second he tries to grab tit, I'm out of here. I know I shouldn't have unbuttoned that second button when I was sliding into the booth, but so what? What's wrong with giving the guy a peek at the goodies that might be available later on? Much later on! But nobody grabs my tit on a first date, though — besides, this isn't even a date, for Christ's sake!
Peter was now unmistakably and unashamedly looking down Toni's blouse. Unless he was mistaken, she had unbuttoned a second button! What a view! Her tits were so enormous! Her fucking cleavage was unbelievable! His hot hand was longing to reach up and cup one of her massive knockers. What size were they, anyway ... J's ... K's ... Man! No matter what the letter size, they were definitely huge! They were Peter's size, that's for sure!
Any girl with milkers that huge, Peter assumed, was undoubtedly very protective of them. Toni was probably on guard against that first attempt to feel her up. Peter just felt intuitively that copping a feel less than an hour after they had first gotten together would be absolutely the wrong approach with this girl, even if Toni had gulped down two margaritas and the better part of a third! Yet Peter also knew that he was going to have to make a move here or lose her — at least for the evening! What to do, what to do?
Suddenly ... and once again almost intuitively, Peter had his answer. Somehow, he just knew what to do. It was pretty outrageous but he had a feeling it just might work. It might also earn him a quick slap in the chops! Well, he was going to give it a go because it was fish-or-cut-bait time! Nothing ventured, nothing gained! Here goes nothing!
Oh, Jesus! He's taking his hand off my thigh. Here he goes for my tit. This is it! ...it's goodbye Peter time! Omigod! He's not going for my tit at all! He's ... he's ... he's sticking his hand
up my skirt! How could he? Holy Mother of God ... now he's inside my panties! No ... no ... NO! Shit! How dare he? I don't want him to see how wet I am ... shit! I'm just dripping! Fuck! How did his hand get in there so fast? Now he's touching my pussy lips. I've never seen a guy slip his hand inside my panties as niftily as this! Fuck! What a fucking mover this guy is! Unlike me ... I can't even move at all I'm so weak!!
Instead of protesting or getting up to leave, however, Toni had slumped back against the leather couch. She was even spreading her legs to give him access to her gushing twat. Peter was pretty sure this action was involuntary but it certainly gave him the answer he was looking for! The fact she had started to softly moan was a pretty good sign as well!
WOW! Now he's rubbing my pussy lips. Omigod! Now he's sticking his finger up my pussy! It's so long and thick! Oh, oh, OH! It feels so great! Shit! Now he's finger-fucking me. If he keeps it up I going to cum! Shit! Now I'm grabbing his cock. I'm rubbing it! No, No ... shit, shit! I shouldn't do that! But I can't help myself! I've just got to have it! Oh, it's so big!
Peter could not believe how wet Toni was. His finger was making sloshing sounds as it slipped in and out of her dripping cunt. And now she was reaching over and grabbing his throbbing cock. She was running her hand up and down its length as if, disbelievingly, to measure its hugeness. And now she was shuddering! She was coming! It definitely was time to find a place to fuck!
While their hands were busily involved with each other's genitals, Peter and Toni looked into each other's eyes. Their mouths drew close and then sagged open. A second later, they were wildly French kissing. Toni's long tongue was frantically searching the inside of Peter's mouth. Her good intentions were totally out the window!
Jesus! I've been totally had! I need to fuck this guy right now! How did I get into this fix! Who cares! All I want now is to fuck this guy! What an asshole he is! What a fucking operator! But I need him so bad! That cock!
After her orgasmic shudders had subsided, Peter withdrew his dripping finger. He put his hand behind Toni's head and gently pulled her toward him. He leaned down and drew her fat lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it for a moment; he then just as slowly let the bottoms of his teeth scrape on its fullness as he pulled away to release the fat wedge of flesh. "We have to go somewhere," Peter moaned softly.
Toni dumbly nodded. Her head was totally empty. Whatever! All she knew was that she was Peter's. Absolutely! Totally! Whatever he wanted. He was in charge! She continued, almost mechanically, to squeeze his throbbing cock.
Peter knew he had her. Yet he also knew that if he did not quickly get her into a room — a hotel room, he guessed, where else? — she could easily change her mind. This was not a girl, he felt, who habitually rolled on her back on a first date ... especially not over a first drink that wasn't really a date at all! His best bet was simply to get a room right here at the Ritz-Carlton — pronto! The place was expensive but so what!
"Honey," Peter whispered. "Stay here! I'm going to go get us a room. I'll be right back."
Toni nodded dumbly. Whatever Peter said....
Peter ended up having to pay the rack rate of $350.00 for a room. As he handed the clerk the three hundred and one fifty dollar bills — no way would he use a credit card for this transaction! — Peter was reminded of Lord Chesterfield's aphorism holding that, when it comes to sex, "The price is prohibitive, the pleasure is transitory, and the position is ridiculous." Well, Toni was worth the price, his sexual prowess ensured their pleasure would be a whole lot more than transitory, and if their first position was ridiculous, well, he knew a whole lot of variations on the theme they could substitute!
After booking the room, Peter slipped into an alcove and dialed up Amanda's hotel room at the Willard in DC on his cell phone. He was in luck; there was no answer and so he left a message.
"Hi, honey. I'm still in Center City. I'm working late ... probably until the last train. The office phones are off so I'll be hard to get hold of 'cause my cell phone doesn't work very well in the building. How 'bout I call you in the morning, or vice versa. I'll be bumming around the house all day, I think, until I have to head in to pick you up. I love you, dearest. Miss you a lot. See you tomorrow night. At 6:38, when the Acela pulls in to 30th Street."
That should hold matters, Peter thought. Now, it was time to get back to the bar and close the deal with Toni!
When he came back into the bar, he fervently hoped that Toni had not entertained second thoughts and bolted. Whew! She was still there. In fact, she was talking to two other girls. These must be the tardy girlfriends. Thank God for their inability to get places on time!
"Peter, this is Sheri and Crystal! Girls, this is Peter. We're goin' out tonight. Can you two manage by yourselves?"
Sheri and Crystal looked as if they would do very well indeed on their own. He would guess they were about Toni's age, though most girls from Northeast tended to look a little older than they actually were. It was a function of being more worldly wise than their more sheltered suburban counterparts.
From the rear it appeared they might be very beautiful girls. They looked like secretaries as well. They were both wearing very short tight dresses that would be acceptable only in offices of a certain type — warehouses, trucking companies, and the like. Dressed like that, the girls wouldn't last ten seconds at the Bank!
They both had very long, big hair — Sheri's was blonde and Crystal's was auburn. They both had cute butts and, when they turned around so that he could get a good look, Peter could see they had gorgeous faces — truth be told, they were both prettier than Toni, though she was certainly no slouch when it came to looks. What's more, they had nice big chests. Peter pegged Sheri as a 34D and Crystal, who was a little taller, as a 36DD. He could have been happy with either — or both! Still, Peter knew that in Toni he had what really floated his boat — a gigantic set of knockers. On account of her killer legs and cute face, Peter had no complaints at all — not a one! Besides, both Sheri and Crystal seemed to be a little on the dumb side and Peter preferred his women to be smart.
"Sure, Toni ... like, no problem," Sheri said. "We got here late, after all. The traffic on the Boulevard was, like, horrendous!"
"Yeah ... it's fine, Toni, whatever," Crystal added. "We'll just, like, head for, you know, Bar Noir ... we'll check it out and see, like, who we run into. Maybe go to Rouge later on. Who knows? Then, if we haven't, like, you know, hooked up with anyone, we'll hit Fluid, see what's happening there."
"You two have a great time, okay?" Sheri broke in. "We'll, like, see ya around." Both girls had very mirthful expressions on their faces. They obviously approved of Peter — the guy was a little old but still a major stud — they should be so lucky tonight! In addition, they knew their friend well enough to tell that she was just dying to get fucked! Once glance at Peter convinced them that she was undoubtedly going to get her wish very, very soon!
"Really nice to meet you, Peter," the two girls gaily sang out almost in unison as they flounced out of the bar. Given their good looks, great figures, and friendly demeanor, it was clear they would not be lacking for male company for very long. It was now time for Peter and Toni to get up to Room 512 to work on their own private agenda!
Because he had not seen anyone in the bar that he knew, Peter walked out of the Rotunda to the elevator arm with his arm around Toni. To their disappointment, another couple joined them in the elevator. This second couple got out on the second floor, however, so that Peter and Toni had the car to themselves for the rest of the journey.
As soon as the elevator doors had closed, Toni slammed her voluptuous body almost violently into Peter's. The couple started to French kiss immediately; in addition, Peter's hot hands quickly gravitated underneath Toni's extremely short skirt and began to cup and knead her tight rump. In response, Toni started to grind her crotch against Peter's massive boner. These two were ready for some hot loving!
As the elevator door opened at the fifth floor the couple disengaged. Toni, her eyes half shut with lust, looked up at Peter and implored, "Treat me right, Peter ... please!"
"Of course, I will," Peter promised.
"I mean it, honey ...truly ... it's really important! I need to be treated like a person. Respectfully! Honestly!"
Toni and Peter stood beside the king-size bed in Room 512. They were staring at each other with all-consuming sexual hunger.
"You're so beautiful, honey," Peter murmured. He had been stroking Toni's hair and then her face. Now, however, his shaking hands were lightly tracing the enormous swelling of her big tits as they thrust out so amazingly against the silk fabric of her blouse.
"Hmm, you're a dream, too, Peter." Toni had reached down and begun to play with the almost obscene bulge that was jutting out of Peter's trousers. This guy was unbelievably hung! "I think we have a lot to offer each other!"
The lovers embraced, and flung their wide-open mouths at each other. They were soon wildly French kissing. Spit dribbled down their cheeks, chins, and necks. It looked as if each was trying to swallow the other's head. When, after some five minutes, the kiss broke, long threads of spit stretched between their mouths.
Toni's blouse buttoned up the front. Peter was soon undoing those buttons — those buttons, that is, that Toni had not already undone in the bar. Toni was unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper. Each lover was zeroing in on the part of the other's anatomy that held a particular interest for him!
Peter's trousers were now down around his ankles. Toni was reaching into his overstuffed briefs to sample the contents. Peter was unhooking her bra. Fuck! Toni's brassiere was so big. Jesus! There must six hooks holding this thing together! Toni was so fucking buxom!
Toni was finally able to work the cotton briefs up and over the jutting pole; Peter's shaking hands were almost simultaneously able to finish unhooking the huge bra. The lovers began to moan in unison as the objects of their mutual searches came into view.
Peter was almost shouting with lust as he cupped the huge globes of tit meat between his hands. Toni was loudly moaning as her hands began to jack off the monstrous shaft.
"Oh, baby, I don't think I ever dreamed a cock could be this long ... or this thick ... or this stiff, either! Honey! This is heaven!"
"How about your beautiful tits," Peter groaned with a little less truthfulness. "They're so huge!"
"They're 36K's, honey ... and all for you! Speaking of size, how long is this wonderful cock, baby?"
"Sixteen inches ... unless you can make it longer," Peter replied, "which I definitely think is possible!"
To Peter's great surprise and delight, Toni suddenly dropped to her knees. Peter, who knew the drill, took a couple of steps backwards.
Toni had grabbed hold of Peter's immense joy stick with both hands. She slowly pulled the gigantic dick down to the level of her mouth. The throbbing shaft was now parallel to the floor. She was soon butterflying and then flat licking Peter's swollen, pre-cum encrusted cockhead. She had begun to moan quite loudly.
Peter then heard a slight cracking sound. It was Toni opening her mouth almost to the breaking point. She was opening her mouth as wide as possible in order to take Peter's heroic cock — or as much of it as she could manage — into her mouth.
Toni was not able to get too many inches past Peter's bloated cockhead. Still, that was deeper than a lot of chicks were able to manage. Plus, her twisting hands were doing a hell of a job on the lower reaches of his cast iron shaft where her hot mouth could not reach. This girl had clearly pleasured a cock or two in her life.
The super buxom girl soon fell into a rhythm. She was bobbing back and forth on Peter's cock. Her tongue swirled wildly all over his cock flesh. His dick felt as if it were on fire. Jolts of electrifying love shocks coursed up and down his shaft. Much more of this and....
Finally — who knows why; perhaps her knees were getting sore — Toni pulled off and stood up. The lovers leaned into each other and, with mutual groans, began passionately to kiss. Their hands wildly groped their bodies as the embrace continued. Finally, their hot mouths slowly pulled apart.
"Let's get into bed, darling," Toni groaned. "I want to love up this giant thing some more before we make love. Plus, I bet your tongue could do some major damage to me. Let's find out!"
Peter was soon lying on his back, his head swiveling from side to side in abject surrender to his lust. Toni was lazily licking her way up and down his giant cock. As she reached the bottom of the shaft, she would lick and even suck in his balls. As she reached his cockhead, she would lick away some flowing pre-cum and then swallow about six inches or so of the thick shaft. Toni, it turned out, could go a lot deeper when she was above a guy in bed as opposing to kneeling on the carpet in front of him. No doubt about it — the shockingly buxom secretary was giving her fellow a real workout!
Peter had pulled Toni close so that he could fondle her huge tits while she was sucking his dick. Her tits were so round, so firm, and so exciting!
After a few minutes of this thrilling cock sucking, Toni poised her mouth above Peter's straining cockhead, took a deep breath, and — all of a sudden! — swallowed the whole fucking thing! Toni had actually deep-throated his huge shaft!
As he saw his thick cock disappear into her mouth and then descend deep into her body, it felt to Peter as if his cockhead was coming to rest somewhere near the top of Toni's stomach. Peter had only been deep-throated by one other lover before tonight, and he'd frankly thought that Julie might be the only girl on earth capable of swallowing such a huge hunk of pork. But seeing is believing! As Toni was bobbing up and down on his mule-sized shaft, he realized what a stroke of luck it was that he and this buxom secretary had hooked up tonight.
Peter was eager to return the favor. He grabbed Toni's legs and pulled her dripping bottom over to his face. Her gigantic tits pillowed and became compressed as their bodies moved into a sixty-nine position. Peter thought he was going to faint in response to the exciting feel of her huge, soft bosom sliding and rolling against his trunk as she continued to work out on his huge cock. What a pair of knockers!
Peter was soon flat-licking Toni's swollen cunt lips. She was so wet! Cunt juice was absolutely flowing from between them! Her clitoris was so erect!
Toni responded by moaning even louder. Yet she continued to deep throat her lover without missing a beat. What a cocksucker! Toni did not seem to be much older than twenty, but she had clearly been around the block a time or two. This bitch certainly could suck a cock!
After a few dozen flat licks, Peter gently spread Toni's pussy lips with his fingers and slowly thrust his long, curled tongue deep into her cunt. No sooner had the tongue entered her vagina than Toni began to stiffen and shudder. This girl was coming! Only seconds later, a torrent of sex juice exploded out of her cunt and washed all over the Peter's face. Toni was so excited.
This excitement seemed to increase as Peter rolled his tongue around the depths of Toni's convulsing pussy. He then alternated between rolling his tongue in circles and thrusting his tongue in and out of her vaginal canal. More sex muck poured out her cunt onto Peter's face. He let a lot of it run into his mouth and then made a point of gulping it down very loudly. He wanted Toni to know that her fluids were headed in the right direction!
After about half an hour of sixty-nining, Toni pulled off Peter's giant dick with a loud "pop!" Peter could not believe how shiny and slippery his taut cockskin had become! "Let's fuck, baby," she moaned.
Toni lay down on her back. Her massive tits flopped to either side of her trunk. Her legs were not only spread amazingly wide but her ankles were up around her ears! This cunt was asking for it!
Peter took his huge cock with both hands and rubbed his swollen cockhead against Toni's puffy, blood red labia. The big-titted secretary then reached down and spread her cunt lips as widely as possible.
Shit! What about a condom? I never fuck a guy for the first time without a rubber! But I need it so bad! What if I ask him about it and he doesn't have one. Then, what? Hell, they probably don't make 'em in his size, anyway? Oh, what do I do? Fuck! I'm on the pill so I got that angle covered. Plus, he's a married guy — he's probably clean. Besides, all's I really know is I need to get fucked! Like, bad! Like, right now! Hell, every rule was meant to be broken, right?
"Shove that fucking thing in," she screamed.
Peter eased his bloated cockhead between her cunt lips. Her pussy was tight but Peter's relentless probing was having its effect. Within seconds, his cockhead had disappeared in between her cunt lips.
Toni responded by having another monster cum. Peter kept on pushing in and pulling out. Soon, about six inches of fat cock were buried in the young woman's cunt. She was going crazy as a result. Wave after wave of orgasmic thrills were plainly commandeering the young woman's nervous system.
Push, pull, push, pull. Peter's rock-hard cock reached her cervix at about the eleven-inch mark. With a little rotation and massaging he soon passed that barrier. With only a couple of inches to go, he could sense the far side of her womb. With infinite gentleness, Peter was able to work his cock in between her internal organs. Soon his giant cock was buried to the hilt. The monster-cocked fellow was all the way in!
Peter now began to fuck the buxom beauty in earnest. He was long-cocking her at a high rate of speed. Her huge tits were rippling and bouncing in response to his emphatic fuck strokes. Peter knew that a sight like that was going to prime his pump very, very soon!
Peter fucked and fucked. Toni was so wet that loud sucking sounds accompanied the lovers' crazed moans. No sooner would one orgasm end than a new one would begin. Toni's face was distorted with sexual pleasure. Peter was willing to be she had never been hosed like this before!
"Aw, fuck!" she screamed. "Your fucking cock is filling up my entire body. It's fucking splitting me in two! It feels like you're fucking my lungs, baby! Oh, sweetheart! Fuck me harder and faster!"
Finally, after about half an hour of this intense copulation, Peter went over the top. "Ugh, ugh!" he screamed. His entire body was being racked by unimaginably strong thrills. He was shuddering uncontrollably. Very soon thereafter, he started blasting long, hot ropes of sperm deep into Toni's womb. Blast after blast of creamy jism followed almost immediately. He was filling up her reproductive system so completely that rivulets of spunk had started to run out of Toni's convulsing pussy. He was getting a serious backflow of seed. There was no room inside her cunt or womb for more!
Peter's orgasm seemed to last more than two minutes. Toni was such an exciting bitch! She looked up at him in frank disbelief when he finally pulled out his softening cock.
"I ... I ... I didn't know fucking like that was even possible, baby," she moaned. "Oh, honey, that was inhuman! I ... I ... I've never had a guy go so deep, or stretch me out so much, or cum so long, or shoot so much jism ... oh, baby, this is too much!" Peter gathered that she had enjoyed their lovemaking!
The lovers were spent. They lay on the bed staring into each other's eyes and gently stroking and caressing their highly satisfied bodies. These deep loving stares were punctuated by frequent deep French kisses. These two were clearly getting stoked up for Round Two!
As Toni lay on her back, her limbs askew, Peter straddled her waist. This was one of his favorite sexual activities with a huge-bosomed woman. He reached down and started grabbing tit. He kneaded and rubbed and squeezed and fondled and mashed Toni's amazingly huge, round udders. He loved the way his trembling fingers sank deep into the soft, welcoming flesh. He loved as well the way the infinitely malleable flesh immediately sprang back into its pre-fondling state.
Peter then leaned way down and began to lick her huge areolae. They were nearly the size of saucers; their skin was light brown and roughened.
Peter followed up this lapping by licking Toni's really erect nipples. He then drew them one by one into his mouth and licked and sucked the rock-hard love buds. All the while his hands were squeezing and mashing the massive milkers to which they were attached. Toni really had a fucking pair!
After he had had his fill — at least for the moment! — Peter lay down so that his body was pressed full length up against Toni's. He sought out her mouth and began wildly and passionately to French kiss the buxom beauty, who was still lying on her back. It was as if her bones had turned to rubber! As he kissed and kissed he continued to rub and fondle her huge tits.
Before long, the lovers were moaning. Peter's softened cock was a thing of the past; he now had a raging hard-on! He got up on his knees, gently spread Toni's legs, and began to slip his fossilized boner back into her ravaged pussy.
"Oh, you son of a bitch!" Toni moaned. "Fuck me good and hard, honey! I want you to fuck me all night long!"
"Not bloody likely!" Peter thought to himself as he began to slide his massive snake down her slimy, dripping snatch. No way was he going to stay out all night. What if Amanda called home in the middle of the night for some reason? Wouldn't that be a disaster! No, getting out of here in time for the last train was the only way to go.
These jarring thoughts quickly flitted out of Peter's head. He found to his amazement that he had so loosened Toni's cunt during their first coupling that his dick slid right down her pussy and into her womb without any difficulty.
Peter was strenuously fucking her missionary-style once again. That was fine; it allowed Peter to keep tabs on Toni's heaving, quivering bosom, as her huge mounds of soft tit flesh rippled in response to his rhythmic pumps into the center of her body.
Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted. Her face looked very beautiful. Toni was mumbling something but Peter could not make it out. She seemed to be up to her umpteenth orgasm!
In that position, Toni really did look like a prettier version of Martha Stewart. In fact, Peter realized, fucking Toni was a whole lot like fucking Martha Stewart. An outrageously buxom Martha Stewart. Now there was a thought to take home with you!
Whether it was the sight of Toni's bouncing tit meat or the thought of bedding down Martha Stewart that did the trick was an unanswerable question. What Peter did know that only moments later his body was shuddering and clenching uncontrollably and hot jets of sticky sperm were hosing down Toni's pussy and womb.
The lovers were soon back to caressing and French kissing. In between they lazily and affectionately chatted.
"I wonder how Sheri and Crystal made out," Toni queried.
"Those are two nice-looking girls," Peter allowed. "I bet they made out just fine."
"They deserve it, considering the down time they spend during the day at their stupid, chump change jobs," Toni said. "You know, we've been friends since fourth grade. When we were in eighth grade, our mothers could see we were all getting awfully attractive — not to mention extremely buxom at much too early an age! — so they sent us all off to St Hubert's on Cottman Avenue. It's an all girl high school and our moms figured that was a good way to keep the boys away."
"I bet it didn't work," Peter opined.
"Are you kidding? It didn't work at all! By the time we were sophomores, we were all really turning heads. And that wasn't all — by then, I measured 32G and Sheri and Crystal were full C's. We were always getting hit on at the Mall and while waiting for the bus 'n stuff. Plus boys from Northeast Catholic and even Father Judge used to wait around the corner with their tongues hanging out for us to come out of school. The Three Musketeers, they called us. That's to our face — God knows what they called us when we weren't around! They'd offer to take us to Steve's on Bustleton for a steak or something. We probably had a worse case of boys on the mind than if we had gone to a co-ed high school!"
"I would have been one of them trying to get on your mind," Peter admitted. "For sure!"
"Well, I hope the girls found some nice guys tonight. Frankly, the guys from the neighborhood are losers; that's why we come downtown on Friday nights. Wednesdays, too, sometimes. Plus, like I said, Sheri and Crystal have shit jobs. Sheri is the receptionist for a plumbing contractor; that's a dead-end job. Crystal is a desk clerk at the Doubletree Hotel on the Boulevard. No future there, either!"
"Hmm," Peter commiserated.
"We all just turned twenty-one, so we can drink and stuff. Legally, that is. Now we can hang around the clubs 'n look for professional guys to date. Real class guys, I mean. Plus Sheri and Crystal have started working part time on Saturday nights at a place called Daydreams to earn extra money. It's a topless-bottomless joint. They do lap dances 'n stuff. They make three, four hundred a night. Beats trying to live on the starvation wages they get at their regular jobs."
"I bet you could make that much or more," Peter suggested.
"Yeah, they tried to get me to do it, too. I might have once, 'cause I had a shit job, too. A real shit job! But it's okay, now."
"Same job or different job?" Peter asked.
"Same job — it just got better. Suddenly," Toni said with a crooked smile on her face.
"How so?" Peter asked.
"Well, it's a long story. I get blabby in bed and shouldn't even talk about it but...."
"But nothing. I'm interested," Peter insisted.
"Well, actually, when I gave you the card at Rick's I was trying to find a new job. I think I even fantasized you could get me one, though that was stupid 'cause I didn't even know you. Hell, I had no idea if you even had any jobs to give! Anyway, my boss is a real dirty old man. I mean fat, ugly, bald, and old. He had a real roving eye, too. Plus he asks me when I started working for him to wear real short skirts like the one I had on tonight. He said it was good for business, which maybe it is, but I think he wanted me to put on a personal leg show just for him everyday."
"A really male chauvinist pig," Peter observed.
"Yeah, well, it gets worse. After a while it's touch me on the shoulder and the arm and the hand 'n stuff. I can tell where this is goin'! I give him dirty looks 'n shit but he keeps it up."
"Why not just quit?"
"Well, I thought of that but then if Mr O'Malley burns me with a bad recommendation, I'm fucked, you know? So I get a bright idea. I bet I'm not the first girl he's hit on. So I do a search on the State Bar web site. Bingo! Guess what?"
"What?"
"About four years ago Mr O'Malley got mixed up with the wife of one of his clients. It was a Workers Comp case. Readin' between the lines, it looks like the guy was goofy in the head 'cause of an accident at work so his wife has to bring him in for his appointments. God knows why but she starts messing around with O'Malley. Who knows what she sees in him? 'Course, I didn't see the husband, so who knows? Maybe he was a worse loser — if possible!
"Anyway, the husband finds out and he's got enough left upstairs to file a complaint with the State Bar. No huge thing 'cause it was consensual and all but it's still a no-no. Mr O'Malley gets a thirty-day suspension and told never do that again."
"So?" Peter asked. He was afraid he knew exactly where this was going.
"So, I figure if Mr O'Malley hits on me, and I scream bloody murder, he's down for the count. I mean, two sexual fuck-ups in four years? They could pull his license for that! Suspend it for two, three years at least. At his age that's almost as bad"
"So did he?"
"Well, I didn't encourage him, you understand; I'm no snake in the grass. In fact, I give him dirty looks, try to keep out of his way, blah, blah, blah. But the man can't take no for an answer."
"What happened?"
"Well, one day I'm sitting at the desk while Mr O'Malley is leaning over to look at a motion to suppress I just typed. God! It was just after lunch. I could smell his breath! It was foul! Onions! Yuck! Then, it's like he can't help himself. He reaches down and cups my tit. Then he squeezes it. He starts making funny noises in his throat. He starts to rub my breast. And then I jump up and start yellin'."
"Bloody murder, eh?"
"You know it! I threatened to go to the cops and the Bar. I didn't tell him I knew about the earlier deal, you understand. But I knew he'd get the idea. He knew the score. Mr O'Malley turns white, he begs me, no, no, no!"
"And?"
"And I offer him a deal. Double my salary — hell, that's fair. I run the whole office for the guy anyway plus it probably is my looks 'n stuff that bring in the business. Also, double my vacation time. Plus one day off a week — my choice. Plus two hours for lunch. And, one more touch, anywhere, and I call the cops and State Bar anyway. Fuck you, Mr O'Malley! Fair is fair, am I right?! The poor jerk has no alternative; so he agrees. Suddenly, my shit job is an okay job."
Peter nearly started to shiver! Toni's eyes had gotten very, very hard as she told the story. He shuddered to think about what being on Toni's shit list could mean! He was really making a mistake taking up with this girl. She was dangerous! She not only made sure she got even but also did a hell of a job of designing her revenge! The person who said that revenge is a dish best eaten cold could have had Toni in mind! Hell, she ate it hot and then she ate it cold. What a fucking bitch!
Still, he had continued to maul her huge tits while she told the story. It would be wise to steer clear of Toni in the long run but there was no reason why he had to get up and bolt right now. But this just had to be a one-night stand. This girl could be poison if you got on her wrong side. Just what he didn't need! Once he kissed her goodnight, it was over! It just had to be!
"Hmm," Toni breathed, "Mr Softee here is a little wimpy. Is my friendly python getting tired?"
Peter knew it was the chilling effect of hearing about Toni's systematic dismantling of her boss that had shriveled up his cock. A raging need to take a leak was playing its part as well. "I think it's just that I need to pee. I'll be right back, honey."
As soon as the bathroom door clicked shut, Toni bolted out of bed. To the accompaniment of the sound of a steady stream of urine, she headed for Peter's trousers. They were flung in a chair. She looked in the rear pocket for his wallet. There it was!
Great! His driver's license is right up front. Thank you, Peter! And it is Peter! That's great! I hate it when a guy gives you a phony name. 'Course I don't remember him giving me more than just "Peter!" Humph! So his full name is "Peter Strawbridge Wyeth." Pe-ter Straw-bridge Wy-eth! That's a Main Line name, for sure! Hmmm. 214 Elm Avenue, Swarthmore. Two-one-four Elm. Swarthmore. Not a Main Line address but still nice. Hmmm! Let's see ... Peter's 34 years old! Shit! I would've guessed 27 or 28. Whatever! Now, let's see ... anything else in here? Hmmm ... in case of emergency notify Amanda McG Wyeth ... of course! The little wifey-poo! Hmmm ... she's a professor of history at Swarthmore College ... interesting! Very interesting!
The strength of the stream of urine on the other side of the bathroom door had begun to weaken. Toni hurriedly replaced the wallet and jumped back into bed. It was always nice to know a little bit about the guy who was in the process of fucking your brains out!
"Much better," Peter declared, as he crawled back into bed. In truth, he was doubtful his piss would do the trick, for he was still chilled by the story Toni had just related. As he leaned down to French kiss the ultra-buxom secretary, however, he could tell that junior was going to come back to life in no time. The thrilling feel of Toni's giant tits between his hands sealed the deal!
Moments later, Peter's giant cock was making its way back into Toni's womb. She was so wet, so slimy, so lubricated! This time his dick slipped in with no trouble at all — it was as if their two earlier bouts of fucking had totally reconstructed her reproductive system. This time, Peter fit just fine!
Because this was his third coupling in less than three hours, Peter was able to keep fucking for at least half a hour. Toni was going crazy! As his giant cock sawed in and out of her drenched pussy, Peter guessed that his buxom partner was having a new orgasm every couple of minutes or so.
This time, Toni had wrapped her long, luscious legs around Peter's trunk. "Deeper, dearest," she moaned, "faster!" He was not able to long-cock her on account of being captured by her legs, but so what? Toni was making things really thrilling in her own way. Plus, he was able to lean down and passionately French kiss the huge-titted girl as the bottom six inches of his cock slipped in and out of her cunt. French kissing and fucking while feeling the erotic pressure of her massive tits against his chest as their bodies strained to become one. This was heaven!
Peter's orgasm lasted only about a minute this time, but its strength was still very, very strong. And the many ropes of seed he hurtled into her womb were very long and very urgent. Toni was a really hot item!
It was now almost 10:30. The last train left Suburban Station at 12:05 a.m. It was getting close to wind-up time. Still, what was wrong with a few minutes of quiet relaxation, soft kissing, and endless tit-mauling?
"You can't get enough of my tits, can you, Peter?"
"Hmmm. I don't think so."
"I'd like you to get lots more of them 'cause I'd like to see you again. And again and again, baby!"
Oh, oh!
"I figure you're going to hit the road pretty soon here. I know you're married. And that's okay. I knew that before we came up here. Plus, I know that a guy who wears his wedding band isn't going to spend the night, either. But that's okay, too, 'cause we've had a great time."
"It's been fabulous," Peter agreed.
"So here's the score, Peter. What I'm really looking for when I hang around the clubs is finding the guy I want to marry. That goes for Sheri and Crystal, too. I know the feminists would piss and moan to hear that, but fuck 'em! We know what we want. I want to marry some nice, kind professional who'll take me out of Northeast. I'm looking for a really good looking guy who can support me real, real good. Treat me right! Bottom line, though, it's got to be a guy I could fall in love with. A great lover, too. You could be that guy, Peter, 'cept you're married."
"I am that," Peter agreed. "And I'm going to stay that way," he added boldly.
"So in a way, I'm wasting my time on you. Except you're such a fantastic lover! So ... you're seeing me on the side tonight, right?"
"Right."
"Well, I want to see you on the side. Like once every other week or so. I can keep looking for Mr Right, and you can keep being the good hubby at home — well, sort of! — and once in a while we get together and you loosen my brains with an hour or so of hot fucking. What'ya think?"
Peter's determination to make this a one-night stand was weakening. Put that way, continuing to see Toni made a lot of sense. Neither was investing a lot in the relationship but they sure would be taking a whole lot out of it. When he thought about it, Peter couldn't imagine turning away a girl who could actually swallow his cock. At the same time, his brain was saying "danger, danger!" His little head thought that, on the whole, his earlier fears were overblown. So why not?
"Sounds great, Toni. I could rent a hotel room and we could fill up some of those long lunch hours of yours."
"Right," Toni giggled, "'cause my nooners can be longer than most people's nooners." Then she paused. "Then it's a deal." Then she paused again. "As for tonight, then, what time do you have to go? Really?"
"Last train is just after midnight."
"Great, then let's fuck for about another half an hour. I feel like raw hamburger 'cause you're so hung but I want that giant thing up my twat one more time! You know, one for the road. Something to hold us until next time."
"First, honey, I think you need your pump primed." Toni took hold of Peter's half stiff prick and began to lick it. She then stuffed the huge cockhead into her mouth. After a few bobs up and down on the top six inches of stiffening cock, she took a deep breath and gulped down the entire shaft!
Man! Peter was going wild. He could not believe the way Toni could deep throat his sixteen inch monster!
"Oh, baby!" he moaned. "Where did you learn to deep throat like that?"
Toni pulled off his throbbing shaft, a mirthful smile on her face. "I went with a guy named Carlos during my senior year at St Hubert's. Half Italian, half Mexican. He was a senior at Father Judge. He was kind of ugly. Real muscular guy, though — what a body! Best of all, he had a thick foot-long schlong. He really knew how to use it, too. He taught me how. Yours is longer and thicker but the mechanics are the same. Does that answer your question?"
"Sure does," Peter grinned.
"Great! Now, can I get back to work?"
"Sure can!" Peter agreed.
Once his cock was again rock hard, Toni pulled off. She got on her hands and knees. "Fuck me from the rear, baby! I'm so fucking sore I can't believe it but I want you to take me as deep as you can. Bury that fucker, honey!"
This time, Peter's enormous hard-on slid right into Toni's womb with one smooth stroke.
"Fuck!" she screamed. "That's so good! Ram it in deeper, you motherfucker!"
Peter could see that Toni's hair was matted with sweat. He could see strings of drool extending from her lips to the sheets. She was really into this last act of loving! "Oh, baby!" she screamed. "I've never had a guy go so deep! I've never had a boner this thick — it's just stretching me out something awful! Oh, oh! I love it!"
Peter rammed his cock into Toni's love hole as hard as he could. His huge balls went "slap, slap" against her pubic bone.
"Oh, oh, OH! I think your fucking cock is headed up my throat. Oh, you son of a bitch! I'm so sore! But don't stop now, you fucker! Slam that hunk o' meat deeper, slam it faster!
Toni was now shuddering in perpetual orgasm. The overly voluptuous girl had begun to clench Peter's sliding cock with her vaginal muscles! The fucking slut! She was making this so exciting!
Her foul mouth and the slick tightness of her cunt quickly drove Peter around the bend. In almost record time, he was looping barrage after barrage of male seed deep into the very center of Toni's body. His thrills were so strong! What a lover she was!
The evening came to a very quick end. The lovers jumped into the shower for a quick clean-up. Peter did fondle Toni's huge tits a bit while he washed them, and the lovers French kissed under the cascading water from time to time but that was it. Peter's train time was approaching.
"Call me at the office, honey, so we can arrange a get together," Toni instructed. "Could you get me a cab to get home?"
"You bet," Peter answered as the elevator doors opened into the lobby. Peter looked around warily for a moment. He saw no one he knew. Thank God! "Where do you go?"
"Bells Corner ... Up around Castor and Bustleton," she said. If Peter was going to be coy about his full name and personal details, she would do the same. "I live with my parents. All us girls do. It's cheap living 'cept we drive them crazy," she grinned.
Peter flagged down a cab. "Can you take this young lady to Castor and Cottman?"
"Sure thing, chief."
"Will this cover it?" Peter asked as he handed the driver two twenties.
"Oughta do it, chief," was the response.
Toni turned and fell into Peter's arms. "Thank you, darling Peter, for the best loving of my life," she whispered. "You're so exciting! I can't wait to be in your arms again." The lovers briefly but very passionately French kissed. "Call me real, real soon, baby," she breathed, "'cause I'm already startin' to get hot 'n bothered over you again!"
As she slid into the back seat of the cab, Toni's bunched up skirt slid all the way up to her cunt. Peter got a full view of Toni's silk panties. What's more, he could tell they were heavily stained with sex scum. That was a sight calculated to make sure he would call again. And soon, too! And do you know what! The fucking bitch probably put on the show for precisely that reason! Shit! In her own way Toni was a bigger whore than Gina!
As the cab pulled a U-turn on Broad Street to head for Northeast, Peter glanced at his watch. 11:45 p.m. Twenty minutes till train time. Time to hustle!
End of Chapter 23
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