Thy Neighbor's Wife
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Peter heavily slumped back into his seat and stared at the page in stunned disbelief. He read and reread the advertisement a dozen times. He dropped it into his lap, picked it up again, and stared at it once again with deep skepticism. Was this thing for real? With a start, he realized that this escort could actually be ... Lakisha! Was this possible?
The description certainly fit. The age was right, too. So too was the occupation. Peter had assumed when they had met that the young girl was flirting with the idea of hooking; her actions toward Peter would not have made sense, otherwise.
Peter dreamily remembered his encounter with the ultra-breasted teenager on Market Street. He mentally replayed the steamy autoerotic sessions in the hotel men's room afterwards, and back at his office after that. He ruefully recalled the fruitless hours he spent had pounding the Market Street pavement from City Hall to Front Street and back again in search of the impossibly buxom young kid. Of course, serendipity had come into play and led him to Toni. Still....
Although he had long since given up any real hope of running into the girl again, she still occupied an important, and overheated, portion of his brain. Hell, she often flashed through his consciousness just before the beginning of an orgasm. In fact, she was often its precipitating agent! What if this ad promised a way not only to bump into the giant-titted child-woman once again but also actually to act out his feelings about her sensational figure and stunning face? To get her out of his system, in other words. Wow!
As he walked from the 19th Street subway-surface station to his office, Peter remained fixated on the ad for "Melony." He was now seeing three women on the side. He had not been caught; nor did Amanda even seem to be suspicious. Why take a chance? Why up the ante? Wouldn't a visit to Melony indicate he really was spinning out of control?
The answer was swift in coming: So what! If Melony was really Lakisha from Market Street, he just had to see her! He had to! He just had too much of an emotional and sensual investment in her watermelon-sized tits, gorgeous face, and outrageously thick but shapely lips not at least to check her out. Just once! No more! Just to see if it was she!
Of course, there was also the possibility that this was not Lakisha at all. Well, if not, Peter knew he would be extremely interested in seeing any girl who fit that description. Peter could no more cut off his pork than pass up an opportunity to spend some quality time with a gorgeous eighteen-year-old black girl with a 30Z-18-30 figure, assuming — as was usually not the case — the measurements mentioned in that ad were accurate.
And what if it were all a hoax or at least a serious exaggeration! After all, the description of Melony seemed too good to be true. When things seemed to be too good to be true, they usually were. No problem. The door swings both ways. If the Melony who walked into the room of that "luxurious Center City Penthouse" was nothing like the Melony described in the City Paper, Peter would simply say "Thank you very much," and bolt. But if Melony really was Lakisha (or a reasonable facsimile), well, Peter felt certain he would be in for one of the most thrilling hours of his life. It was definitely time to dial (215) 779-9177 and explore the matter more fully! A whole lot more fully!
Peter knew that taking two long lunch hours in a row would be noticed. He was taking a lot of time off, as it was — probably too much. He simply could not call Melony to set up a Wednesday appointment. Even bank vice-presidents had to keep up appearances — especially bank vice-presidents. If he ate at his desk on Wednesday then he could justify a longer lunch hour the next day. Thursday would be okay. As a result, he steeled himself to wait until Thursday to call. Somehow, he managed!
Fairly buzzing with suppressed excitement, Peter left his office for a late lunch on Thursday. Amanda had back-to-back classes, so she was unlikely to be calling. He was covered!
He walked down Market Street a few blocks and then ducked into SEPTA headquarters at 1234 Market Street to use a pay phone. The anonymity of the building's long bank of phones suited his purposes just fine. He dialed up Sodom and Gomorrah at (215) 779-9177 and was fairly quaking in his boots as the phone rang. He thought he would faint from excitement when someone answered on the third ring.
"Hello, how may I help you?" The female voice was pleasant but neutral.
"Um ... er ... I was interested in your ad."
"Where did you see it?"
"City Paper."
"How can we help you?"
"Well ... um ... actually, I was interested in Melony. Is she available?"
"Yes, she's on right now, as it happens. But ... no, actually she'll be available in a few minutes. Would you like to make an appointment to see her?"
"Uh ... yes! Um ... how would you describe her, though?" Peter thought a little double check to see if the description over the phone would match that in the City Paper was in order.
"Well, it's just like it says in the ad. The description is very accurate. Melony is a petite little African-American girl — very light skinned. She's young — just turned eighteen. Sweet and friendly, too. She's extremely buxom ... she has unbelievably large breasts! She's also very beautiful. She's been working with us for a less than a week but she's becoming very popular already."
The woman paused for a moment, probably to let that information sink in. Then she continued. "We have three other girls on right now as well. Does Melony sound like the girl you'd like to see? Or would you like to hear about the others?"
"No ... no ... Melony sounds like the girl I'm interested in." Peter nervously cleared his throat. "How soon could I see her?"
"Well, she's just finishing up an appointment right now. She's pretty much tied up for later this afternoon and this evening. The truth is she's really booked solid for the rest of the week. She has an open slot right now, though. She could see you in ... hmm ... half an hour, say?"
"That would be great! How much is an appointment, by the way?
"Melony is $150 for the half and $225 for the full hour on account of her popularity, while the other girls are $125 for the half and $175 for the full. Which were you thinking of?"
"Oh, Melony is the one I want and I'd like to see her for the full hour, for sure. Where do I find you?"
"Go to the corner of 10th and South Street. There's a pay phone on the corner. Your appointment is at 1:30. Call us at this number a couple of minutes before then and we'll give you directions. Oh, yes ... what's your name?"
"Jim ... my name is Jim."
"Great, Jim. We'll look forward to hearing from you soon."
Peter's mental buzz was now overwhelming. The details disclosed in the conversation had increased the likelihood that the girl he was about to see was either Lakisha or a look-alike. Either way, this was going to be thrilling!
Peter was too excited to hop a bus or a cab to get to 10th and South. He decided he would kill the half hour by walking instead. Besides, he needed some exercise to burn off his oversupply of nervous energy. As he strolled down 11th Street, he could sense that his dick was preparing for the session. It was not stiff or even slightly engorged, exactly. Rather, it seemed ... well ... cocked! His groin felt sort of warm ... hot, even. He knew that as soon as he saw the girl — please, please, make it be her! — his shaft was going to snap to full attention. God, he was horny!
"Yes?"
"Um ... this is Jim! I'm calling from the corner like you told me to."
"Great, Jim. Walk down South Street to number 1109; it's an apartment building just past 11th Street. Ring the buzzer for apartment B. We'll buzz you in. Melony is looking forward to seeing you."
And he her! Peter's feet were hardly touching the payment as he walked east toward 11th Street. He found the apartment building easily enough — it looked fairly new and middle class but hardly the Center City Penthouse promised by the advertisement. But no matter — it was the occupant of the apartment, not the décor, in which he was interested. He could stand some exaggeration of the physical qualities of the whorehouse itself so long as Melony herself came as advertised!
Peter pushed the buzzer to unit B.
"Hello?" A scratchy voice reverberated through the speaker.
"This is Jim!"
The response was a buzzing sound announcing that the door lock was now open. Peter walked up one flight and spotted apartment B. He knocked. He had never been so excited or nervous in his life! Just never!
A moderately attractive, dark skinned black girl opened the door. She appeared to be about 25 or so. She was wearing an extremely short miniskirt and a tight red sweater out of which a pair of big tits — DDs at least, Peter estimated — were jutting. Seriously jutting! Overall, she looked okay but just okay. If this was Melony, Peter quickly decided, he was out of there! This girl resoundingly flunked the truth in advertising test!
"Jim?" the buxom girl asked.
"Jim," Peter responded. "Melony?"
The girl laughed. "No, I'm Shasta! But from the way you're lookin' at my tits, Jim ... hmmm ... wanna see me, instead?"
"No," Peter answered firmly. "I mean, you look great 'n all but I think I want to see Melony."
"Fine," Shasta responded. "Sit down n' relax. Melony be down in a sec." Shasta smiled and then winked. "If you likes my chest, Jim, just wait'll you see Melony. Yo' is in fo' some kind of a treat, baby!"
"Hi ... is you Jim?"
Peter had been looking left in the direction of the dining room for Melony's arrival. The small, sexy voice asking that question came from his right. He swiveled around ... and almost fainted!
Standing in the middle of living room was an astonishingly beautiful and impossibly voluptuous little girl. Peter had only seen Lakisha for a few moments that day on Market Street; what's more, his memories were feverishly sketchy at best. Yet as he drank in the thrilling vision standing in front of him, Peter was sure. This just had to be Lakisha! He didn't think there could be two shapes like that on earth!
Her face was exceptionally cute — just as he remembered it. Actually, calling her cute didn't do the job; her gorgeous baby face was truly and stunningly beautiful. She still looked as if she were thirteen or so, tops. Yet this child's face somehow carried the assurance and sensual presence of a grown woman. What a sexy combination!
Although Peter had recalled that Lakisha was a mulatto, he did not remember how light-skinned the heartbreakingly beautiful girl truly was. She actually could pass for white, Peter realized, except for slightly Negroid cast of her facial features.
Aside from her lips, the ethnic character of those features was very muted and subtle. Her nose, for example, was only slightly pug shaped; it actually increased the cuteness of her appearance. Her lips were certainly African in origin, however. They were amazingly thick, wet, protruding, and juicy. The result was that Lakisha's face combined nearly Caucasian features with proudly thick and protruding African lips. What an arousing mixture! It was enough to make Peter shiver!
Lakisha's long, thick hair matched his recollections as well. When he had seen her on Market Street, Peter had lusted after her long, thick, dark hair. He loved the way it extended nearly to her waist. Now, her hair seemed to extend a couple of inches more than that — perhaps to the top of her ass crack. The slightly longer length made her look even more desirable.
All of these shockingly sexy attributes paled in comparison when Peter's lustful eyes began to race up and down Lakisha's body. She was wearing a body-tight spandex "dress" — well, it was a dress in name only. The garment, which was dazzling white in color, was actually about the size of a cummerbund. It covered little more than the area around Lakisha's waist. Peter's guess was that it was so short in order to leave her pussy and ass cheeks fully exposed. If that was its aim, well, the tiny little garment was a resounding success! And up top? Peter doubted that the dress even went as high as her navel. This overworked scrap of spandex material left Lakisha about 90% nude! Maybe 95%! Jesus!
Peter's crazed eyes then stared bug-eyed at Lakisha's greatest treasures, her shockingly huge tits. They were, as he remembered, easily the size of watermelons. Seriously oversized watermelons! Whereas on Market Street he had seen them thrusting against the confinement of a tight red sweater, now they were almost entirely bare. Wow!
These stupendously large protuberances easily extended to Lakisha's waist. They were so unbelievably massive that they obscured her entire torso — it was as if the little girl was comprised of a head, shoulders, and a pair of gigantic tits poised atop of a pair of really cute, curvy legs. Her trunk was entirely obscured by her gigantic puppies. What a fucking sight!
The very bottom of Lakisha's impossibly ponderous bosom was captured — more or less! — by the top of the spandex garment. Peter could tell that the natural breadth of her massive tits spread well beyond the width of her trunk. Yet the elastic qualities of the spandex material were pushing her giant tits together. To be sure, her bosom still extended well beyond her sides; yet Peter was sure that elasticity of the spandex was squeezing those massive globes together to a much greater degree than normal. He could not even dream of what those fleshy monsters would look like when they were freed from their spandex captivity. He knew, though, that before long his question would be answered!
The size and extent of Lakisha's cleavage was almost impossible to fathom. The first hint of its swell began just below her collarbone. The visible portion of the cleavage itself had to be well over a foot in length. Their enormous size coupled with the compressing action of the spandex meant that Lakisha's cleavage was well over half a foot deep at the point at which her tits disappeared into the top of the "dress." Man!
As his eyes crazily drank in the giant bulges that were almost grotesquely distending the spandex material, Peter realized with a start that these colossal mountains of tit meat were hanging down as far as Lakisha's groin! Her fucking tits might be as big as Julie's! Close, anyway! Yet they were attached to a much, much smaller body! Fuck!
Peter had daydreamed about Lakisha's bosom with such intensity that he had over time convinced himself that he must have seriously exaggerated their true size. As his bugged-out eyes frantically raced up and down the full length of these monsters, he realized that he had, if anything, under-estimated them. These swollen milkers were simply impossibly gigantic!
Then, he realized that it had been some months since he had seen the stunningly buxom little girl. Her tits might actually have continued to develop since their encounter on Market Street. On the other hand, perhaps the cut of the "dress" merely made them look larger. In any event, the youngster's enormous udders definitely looked bigger than before. Appreciably bigger! Since Lakisha's bosom had been impossibly large on that earlier occasion, "bigger" in this case meant they were now of a size that was almost beyond belief!
As he continued to drink in Lakisha's shockingly buxom beauty, Peter realized that her height was the only discordant note. He remembered her as being really tiny; yet this girl seemed to be of average size. Was this then not Lakisha at all?
As his eyes grazed down the girl's sleek, curvy, absolute killer legs, Peter checked out her shoes. Of course! She was wearing an amazingly tall pair of high heels. The heels themselves had to be six to eight inches tall. Without the shoes, this kid would probably be less then five feet tall, Peter was sure. Yep! This just had to be Lakisha. Check, check, and double check!
"Yes, I'm Jim." Peter had gotten to his feet — very, very shakily! His legs felt rubbery; he was not sure they were actually up to supporting him. His mouth was dry; he was hardly even able to utter the reply to Lakisha's question. Although his fevered eyes had taken in several billion bits of information as he had stared at the impossibly buxom little girl, and then engaged in what seemed like an equal number of cogitations based on his reception of those data, all these thoughts and impressions had actually taken only a couple of seconds to sort out. It's amazing how fast your brain can work when it's intently focused on sex! His answer to Lakisha's question was therefore only a beat or two delayed. It just seemed a lot longer.
As he stood up, Lakisha's eyes got big. "Honey, you looks familiar ... I knows you, I think ... hmmm ... less see...." The top heavy girl's gorgeous face slowly began to display the shock of recognition. "Wow! You is Jim!" she cried. "You's really Jim! The white guy, the suit from Market Street! Ain't ya?" The little girl's thick, juicy lips had begun to spread in an ear-to-ear smile.
Peter smiled himself. "The very same. And aren't you really Lakisha?"
The girl got a slightly vexed look on her beautiful face. Her smile vanished. She put an slender little index finger to her shiny, swollen, bulbous lips. "Shush!" Then she whispered, "Not here! Down here I's Melony, baby! Melony!"
The giant-breasted girl then tottered over to Peter on her precarious high heel shoes. She took hold of his hands and lightly leaned her massive chest into his body. Peter could feel the soft pressure of her impossibly huge bosom from his stomach all the way down to his thighs. His cock was starting to react in a very predictable way!
She leaned in and, only with effort on account of the thick barrier of tit flesh, gave Peter a soft kiss on his cheek. In the process her giant tits became even more compressed against his trunk. "We kin talk 'bout that shit in the bedroom. We doan use real names down here," she whispered. "'Cept ... we really knows who's who, doan we?"
"We sure do," Peter replied. Well, at least he did!
Lakisha looked up at Peter with sparkling eyes. Bedroom eyes! Unbelievably sexy eyes! The eyes of a girl who knew the score and just couldn't wait to start fucking! "Less go upstairs to the bedroom and get sexy. I can't wait! You's stayin' an hour, right, baby?"
Peter thought for a moment. "How about two hours, honey?"
The preposterously buxom youngster got a thoughtful look on her stunningly beautiful face. "Less see. My next 'pointment be ... hmmm ... yep ... that would be jus fine ... fact, it be really fine!" Lakisha replied with a dazzling smile. "I got some later 'pointments but that'd work. Thas, like, $450, though ... is you cool with that?"
"You bet!" Peter smiled.
"Thas great! Follow me then, Jim," Lakisha breathed. "We got some gettin' 'quainted to do!"
As Lakisha turned and began to walk toward the stairs, Peter's knees actually began to buckle. The sight his eyes were voraciously drinking in was impossibly arousing. Lakisha's hair did extend to her ass crack. Peter could tell because the spandex dress ended above that point! The impossibly buxom youngster's ass was on full and complete display.
What an ass it was, too! Peter knew that black girls tended to have big butts. Not this one! Lakisha's luscious rump was really tight and petite. She might end up with a big ass sometime down the road but not now! Her ass was as small yet as amazingly curved as any he had ever seen on a girl of any race. What a fucking rump this girl had! She could give Amanda a run for her money!
Lakisha was really having a tough time on those high heels, though. She was seriously tottering as she walked toward the stairs to the second floor of the unit. Peter was almost afraid she would trip and fall; instead she somehow managed to keep upright.
In the process, though, her perfect little rump was really rocking and rolling. Peter could not wait to cup those tiny little ass cheeks in his hot trembling hands. In the meantime he was thoroughly enjoying the show.
Nor was that all that was rocking and rolling. Lakisha's massive bosom was noticeably quivering and shaking from her unsteady walk as well. How did Peter know? Several inches of tit inside the spandex cloth and more inches than that above the "neckline" of the garment extended beyond the width of the young kid's torso. The sight of this huge mass of trembling tit flesh was nearly causing Peter to moan with passion and need. God! Did he need some of that, or what?
The unbelievable sight had also caused his cock to fully engorge. He was as stiff as an iron rod! Peter was actually afraid he might cream in his pants before the two of them could get upstairs to a bedroom!
This almost unbearably erotic show became even more pronounced as Lakisha made her way up the stairs. Her giant boobs were now gently swaying from side to side with each step. Peter, only a step below his gorgeous teenage slut, longed to reach up and touch her ass and tits. Given the unsteadiness of her walk, however, he thought better of it; she might trip and fall as a result. There would be plenty of time for touching — lots and lots of it! — very, very soon!
Peter followed Lakisha into a bedroom at the top of the stairs. It was surprisingly big and well furnished with a queen-sized bed, dresser, and couch. After she had closed the door, the ultra-buxom teenager slowly and suggestively began to walk up to her client.
As her measured steps tantalizingly reduced the distance that separated them, Peter's eyes were focused like lasers on her 90%-bare, watermelon-sized tits. Every step Lakisha was taking on her extremely tall high heels was causing her shockingly huge bosom to quiver and jiggle in an exaggerated fashion. Bounce ... jiggle ... shake ... quiver ... wobble! Peter was sure that if his eyes were lasers, he would have burned holes all the way through Lakisha's tits, body, and probably everything else on a direct line into the next county!
The lust-stricken fellow could not believe how the miniature spandex dress was squeezing Lakisha's monstrous udders together. Her cleavage at the point where the colossal milkers disappeared into the dress was so deep ... so fantastically deep! The sight was making Peter start to moan almost uncontrollably.
As she got about a yard or so from Peter, the buxom little girl stopped, looked up at her client with a lascivious smile on her bloated lips, arched her back, and began shamelessly to thrust her giant udders in his direction. Peter's jaw literally dropped in reaction to this almost inconceivably arousing sight.
Her soulful, sexy eyes — Peter did manage to tear his riveted stare away from her monstrous bosom to glance momentarily into her eyes — seemed to be saying that all she wanted out of life was to get fucked by Peter.
"Do you like what you see, Jim?" she asked in a soft, enticing whisper.
"Oh, man!" Peter groaned. "You can't believe how much!" The tit-stricken fellow's eyes uncontrollably roamed up and down the youngster's outrageously voluptuous trunk for a few seconds. "I gotta tell you, though, baby — you're really killing me with that dress. I can't believe how sexy it is!"
The monstrously busty little girl smiled. "Wait'll you sees me with no dress on ... that be really sexy, Jim!"
"I can't wait!"
"Me neither, Jim ... I's really lookin' forward to getting' it on with you!"
Peter then pulled out his wallet, fished out four hundreds and a fifty, and handed them over to Lakisha.
"Hmmm! That's great, Jim!" The buxom little girl took a step back and placed the money on the side table. "We's all set now! We kin start to make some real hot love! Is you ready to fuck my brains out, Jim? I's sure ready to get fucked ... thas for sure! I can't wait to feel you inside me, baby!"
The little girl then began to close the remaining gap between client and provider. When she got very close to Peter, Lakisha began rubbing her little hands up and down his chest. In the process, her immense bosom began to press into his trunk, thighs — and most strongly of all — his raging hard-on. Peter was getting so stiff and ready that he continued to be afraid he might shoot inside his pants before they even got into bed. He was that excited because Lakisha was that exciting!
"Yeah, I's Lakisha, all right," the overly voluptuous kid breathed, "and up here that's who I is. With you, leastwise. That's 'cause, baby, we got some unfinished bidness to take care of from Market Street! You know what I mean! I'm countin' on you to take care of that bidness, baby! Big time!"
At this point Peter had reached around behind Lakisha and begun to cup her tiny little rump. It was actually a stretch for his hands to reach that far; the wall of tit flesh between them was so thick that even Peter's long arms were only barely up to the task. Naturally, Peter had to pull the buxom teenager closer in order to accomplish the job. In the process he had to jam her chest even tighter against his body. Her immense hooters were really getting squashed and flattened out as a result.
"Hmmm!" Lakisha moaned. "I sure does 'member you from Market Street, baby! I never paid no attention to a white dude 'fore I saw you. I jus' be walkin' down the street wif my friens and — woah! — there you be. You be so handsome ... you be such a man! 'Hey there, little girl!' I says to my own self. 'I needs some o' that!' All my boyfriens in school 'n stuff be such little boys. They be big men 'tween the legs sometimes but babies everywheres else! All of a sudden I wants a date with a real man like you so bad! I thought we gonna get it on but then you jus lets me walk off. Bummer! I been dreamin' 'bout what you woulda done to me ever since!"
Peter had begun rhythmically to squeeze Lakisha's perfect little ass cheeks. He was starting to get seriously overheated! "I wanted you so badly, too," he moaned.
"Why you jus let me walk away, then, honey?"
"I ... I just couldn't figure out where we'd go ... how we could arrange it. I wanted you so bad but the whole thing was so impossible!"
"But you here now! Thas for sure!" Lakisha looked up with a dazzling smile on her thick, juicy lips. "You know, when I starts workin' here last week, I thought 'bout you. Lots. You was my dream guy. I even fan-ta-sized you'd walk in to see me. And you did! Now that you here and got me in yo' arms, what you goin' ta do about it, big guy?"
"When I saw that ad in the City Paper I just knew it had to be you." Peter responded in a dreamy, faraway voice. It was almost as if he was too fixated on his own sensual longings to even pay attention to the
words that were tumbling out of the overly buxom little girl's fat, succulent lips. "I knew I had to see you! And I've got some definite ideas on what I'm going to do about it now that I'm here."
"Great, honey, great! Hmmm! Yo' hands be so big and strong." Lakisha paused for a second. "And guess what? I c'n feel somethin' else that be really big and strong! Fact, feels like a real monster!"
"It is, honey ... and it's all for you!"
"Baby!"
With that, Peter let out a little groan and looked down at Lakisha's shiny wet lips. They were so fat, bulbous, yet perfectly shaped. He had to kiss them, suck them, and lick them!
As his left hand continued to squeeze her ass, Peter moved his right hand up to Lakisha's back. He pulled her closer. They had begun to stare at each other; in fact, their eyes were passionately locked. Their lips started to draw together. The pressure of her watermelon tits grew stronger still. So too did the force of Peter's beyond-hard cock against Lakisha's torso.
Their lips were almost but not quite touching. The thick wall of tit meat was proving to be a serious barrier. Peter moved his hand up to the back of Lakisha's head and tried pulling her closer yet.
Their lips brushed. It seemed as if a jolt of electrical current had arced between the two. The mere brushing of lips made the two moan with helpless passion. They were so ready to make love!
It was no use. The formidable barricade of soft breast tissue was simply too substantial to allow anything more than a brief touching of lips. Peter was getting frantic with a need to feast on these succulent, obese wedges of lip meat!
Lakisha looked up ruefully. "This happen lots 'n lots with my boyfriens, honey. My tits jus' too big for kissin' while we be standin' up like this'! Come on! Less sit on the couch. We kin twist our bodies 'round 'n shit and kiss that way! We kin do lots of kissin' then!"
Peter and Lakisha moved to the couch. He sat down first; she sat down nearly on his lap. Peter's hot right hand started stroking Lakisha's sleek thigh. What a fucking body this girl had!
Their bodies were at an oblique angle to each other so that their lips could meet. Peter looked down at Lakisha's succulent, shiny, ultra-plump lips. Jesus! They were so thick, so juicy, so swollen, so wet, so puffy, so shiny, so protruding.
Once again their lips slowly began to draw together. Even at this angle, Peter could tell that the wall of tit meat was going to be a problem. In seeming recognition of the problem, Lakisha swiveled her trunk to the left so that the bulk of her monstrous bosom protruded in that direction instead of getting jammed directly into Peter's body. As a result, only part of her gigantic right tit was actually wedged up against his torso. Of course, that much tit was many times the amount of breast flesh even a really buxom girl could display.
As the couple prepared to kiss, Peter saw that Lakisha's jumbo lips were beginning to part. Her eyes were closing in surrender to the passion she obviously felt. There was no doubt about whether this escort was willing to French kiss!
Peter had begun to stroke Lakisha's long, thick hair while pulling her deeper into his embrace. Even with her gargantuan milkers mostly off-center, the intoxicating pressure of her can't-be-true, beyond-huge bosom was becoming greater and greater. The giant tit was becoming absolutely pillowed and then flattened against the pressure of Peter's muscular chest — what a turn-on for the tit-struck fellow!
Finally, their lips touched. More electric shocks jumped between the fantastically aroused couple. The sleek, soft touch of Lakisha's bloated African lips against Peter's eager mouth was unbearably arousing. The lovers began to moan as their lips began more firmly and erotically to rub and push and slide against each other. Lakisha's incredibly thick, puffy but shapely lips were so lush, so velvety, so ultra-cushioned!
Within seconds, the lovers' mouths had sagged open. The kiss had become unbelievably passionate. Lakisha's lips were like oversized fleshy funnels. Her mouth was quite small; however, her lips were so thick and swollen that, with the lovers' mouths wide open, her large, thick lips were totally enveloping Peter's otherwise much larger mouth.
Peter and Lakisha had now begun to open and close their mouths against each other with almost frantic fervor. Her bloated lips were molding themselves with amazing fidelity to the contours of Peter's own generous lips.
Their lips wildly rubbed and rolled against each other. Her lips were so rubbery yet also so supple. The thrilling tactile feel of the huge lips plus the more intangible sweetness and warmth of Lakisha's little girl breath was causing Peter's cock to leak significant amounts of pre-cum.
Rivers of spit were flowing from mouth to mouth. The lovers' cheeks and chins were not just soaked but dripping with saliva. Peter had begun fucking Lakisha's eager mouth with his long, six-inch tongue. She reacted first by increasing the volume of her moaning and then by starting to suck the thrusting tongue. Jesus! She was sucking Peter's tongue as if it were a cock! Intermittently, she would stop and lightly bite the long ribbon of flesh. Then, the little girl would return to sucking the wagging tongue. What an unbelievably sensual kisser this youngster was!
The kiss simply would not stop. Peter had reached back down to cup and squeeze Lakisha's sizzling hot rump. After a few thrilling moments of feeling up those lush half melons, Peter knew it was time to move on. It was time to strike out for much bigger melons. Lakisha was an exciting girl in so many ways, but the breast-struck fellow knew that he was ready to go for the gold ... it was time to feel up the massive bosom that for him was the gorgeous little kid's most thrilling attribute — the massive tits that had been swirling around his fevered brain like an out of control pinball ever since he had spotted the buxom little slut on Market Street.
As the almost impossibly wild French kiss went on and on and on, Peter's trembling right hand traced the side of Lakisha's mammoth left tit. The swelling bare flesh was so soft, so warm! He was soon cupping the spandex-clad base of the massive udder as best he could — its size was so colossal, after all! Jesus, was it huge! It was seriously overflowing his hand.
Even through the medium of stretched-out spandex, the young teenager's overly large tit was impossibly soft and yielding. Yet it was firm and heavy as well. It felt latex-like — almost rubbery. Yet he was sure that this massive udder was 100% natural. No way could it otherwise have combined such firmness and lush malleability.
The size of the tit was really a problem. It was so huge that simply cupping it was frankly impossible; the most Peter could do was to balance the massive bulk of the tit in his palm. It was like trying to one-hand a watermelon!
Peter's assault upon Lakisha's gigantic tit was driving the little girl wild. Her little mouth had opened nearly to the breaking point as her tongue lashed and dueled with Peter's long, wagging ribbon of flesh. The lovers alternated closing their mouths, reopening them a second later, and then grinding and sliding their lips in every direction against their opposite number. These two were basically trying to swallow each other's faces!
Lakisha had now decided to grab a little for herself. She had begun to stroke Peter's ultra-long, ultra-thick, and ultra-hard cock through his suit pants. Peter felt the little girl stiffen in surprise. She had clearly gained some sense of the impossible dimensions of her client's cock.
In fact, the shock of the discovery led the buxom youngster to break the kiss. She slowly pulled away from Peter's hungry mouth. A complex web of saliva threads stretched from mouth to mouth. These two were truly into each other's faces!
"Jeez, Jim," Lakisha whispered. "How big be that cock of yours, anyway?"
Peter smiled. "Kind of big, sweetheart." He did not want to scare off the gorgeous teenager — he had some very specific plans for her, after all — so he settled for the mild if less than candid statement that "I'm sort of hung but it'll fit, don't worry!"
"I hopes so, baby," she squealed with delight, "but it feel so big!"
The statement seemed to reassure the young kid. She went back to squeezing the massive rod. Then she looked up and said, "Baby, I ain't never been so excited. Shit! I knows I's never been kissed like that before. You the man, Jimmy! But now I really needs you to feel me up. Let me get one of my tits free. I really needs for you to play with my bare titties. Please, honey!"
The outrageously buxom teenager reached down to the top of her spandex outfit. It was too tight, and her tit was too huge, merely to work the massive udder out of its captivity. Instead, she began slowly and tantalizingly to roll the stretchy fabric down the covered portion of her tit.
Peter literally began to drool as the areola and nipple gradually became exposed. Lakisha's nipple was a good inch long and looked as stiff as iron. In fact, as Peter hungrily — frantically! — eyed the ongoing exposure of the huge breast, he could see that its very light milk chocolate skin had taken on a bit of a rosy hue. Peter knew this only happened when a girl was really, really aroused. Lakisha and he, Peter concluded, had a lot in common!
The massive udder was soon entirely uncovered. It was so long and huge that its base was resting in Lakisha's lap. In fact, it was taking up the better part of her lap!
"Play with it, baby," she moaned. "Do my tittie, honey," she whimpered. "Love it up," she continued. Then she paused and smiled. "It take two hands, though, baby," she teased.
Peter's hands were shaking almost uncontrollably with lust. He reached down and lifted up the massive udder with both hands. His hands began frantically to squeeze and knead the huge mound of flesh. It was so amazingly pliable — its elasticity was just astounding! His trembling hands began a wild journey from the base of the tit all the way up to the beginning of her cleavage, and then back down again. He had begun to moan nearly at the top of his lungs at the incredibly sensual feel of the giant tit.
After some dozen trips up and down the outsized cylinder of tit meat, Peter lifted the enormous breast up to his mouth. The colossal appendage of tit flesh seriously overflowed his palms and splayed fingers; still, he was able to heft it up to his mouth so that he could start kissing and licking the super-large areola. Fuck! It was easily the size of a teacup saucer — if not bigger!
The feel and heft of the enormous tit was almost beyond thrilling. It was soft and firm at the same time — the sensation of holding the massive gland in his hands seemed to Peter to be somewhere between the experience of cradling a mass of dough that was en route to becoming an oversized loaf of bread and a bowl of firmly set pudding. It was so heavy as well!
As he licked and kissed the puffy milk chocolate-colored oval, his hands continued ceaselessly and frantically to knead and squeeze up and down the base and shaft of the giant tit. Peter could not believe how deeply his wild fingers were sinking into the infinitely welcoming flesh.
The overpowering thrill of manhandling this enormous pillow of breast meat was causing yet more clots of pre-cum to leak of out his sixteen-inch monster. Peter was getting concerned that he might be staining his suit. He did as always have a spare suit of clothes in the office but how was he going to get back to the bank without causing a spectacle?
Peter decided he would deal with that dilemma later. For now, he decided to focus his attention on the staggering heft of the soft, warm, overflowing mass of tit meat to which he was making love!
As he compressed the giant mound of tit flesh in his palms and widely spread fingers, it seemed to Peter as if he was squeezing the massive gland into a more oval shape. The enormous udder was so infinitely malleable! He lowered his mouth to Lakisha's thrilling erect nipple and began to butterfly it with the tip of his long tongue.
The nipple was harder than rock. It was so long that Peter was able to lick up and down the shaft of the fossilized nipple. The overly buxom little girl was screaming with pleasure. Peter alternated this super fast butterflying with periods of licking and kissing her stiffened nipple and areola.
After this passionate period of licking and kissing, Peter slowly and gently drew the long nipple into his mouth. It was so stiff! As he sucked and sucked, he eagerly tongued the shaft from inside his mouth. His kneading and squeezing of the shaft of the tit continued without a pause during his nursing.
Lakisha was now screaming at the top of her lungs with delight and passion. Tit cum had begun to pour out of her nipple. Pete knew that happened only when a girl was about as horny as it was possible for a female to get.
At length, Peter dropped the giant tit into Lakisha's lap with a loud "plop." He noticed at once that she was frantically playing with her clitoris. Up to now, he had been unable to see her snatch because her massive hangers of tit had fully hidden her pussy from view. Her tits were now flopped over to either side so that Lakisha could have full access to her privates.
What a sight that was! Peter was thrilled to see that the overly buxom youngster was not just shaved but as hairless as a billiard ball. She had done a fantastic job of shaving her pussy of seemingly every hair in sight. In light of her prepubescent face and short stature, this hairless pussy was going to make fucking Lakisha seem like porking a sixth grader. Except for those 30-Z tits; no elementary school pupil had ever had a bust like that! All in all, this unbelievable combination of a child's face and height with a woman's tits and curves was driving Peter up the wall. He had certainly never thought of himself as being attracted to little girls. This little child-woman was quite a different story, however. He slurped another healthy load of pre-cum into his pants in response.
Peter reached down to caress Lakisha's cunt lips. They were absolutely swollen and deep purple in color. This girl was so ready!
As his fingers gently brushed her pussy lips, Peter noticed that sex juice was just gushing out of Lakisha's cunt. In fact, there was on the coach a very wet circle — a very large and spreading circle! — testifying to the fact that the youngster was sexually going around the bend.
The much too buxom girl reacted to Peter's tender touch of her privates by emitting a loud groan. Thus encouraged, Peter then softly rubbed his huge hand around her pubic mound. Lakisha began in reply to rotate her hips on the couch cushion. Peter then carefully worked on sinking his middle finger all the way up her soaking wet pussy.
Jesus! The little girl was so tight that even his finger had to be gently worked up her vaginal channel. What this meant for the prospects of the identical trip Peter had planned for his enormous cock was too mind-blowing to even consider! He'd deal with that problem later!
The bulge in Peter's slacks was now so colossal as to be grotesque. As he finger-fucked his little friend, Lakisha resumed rubbing the immense shaft through his pants. Her suddenly increased moaning announced loud and clear that she was still astonished at the incredible size of Peter's cock.
She was probably surprised at the size of his finger as well. Lakisha was now energetically moving her hips up and down; she was actually fucking herself on Peter's middle finger. She was doing a fine job of it, too. She had twice shuddered and stiffened as wave after wave of orgasms swept over her young body.
The large size of Peter's finger was aiding in this thrilling workout. The finger was actually as big as some fellows' cocks! It was no wonder the ultra-buxom teenager was getting so pleasured by her client!
Peter finally retracted his finger. It was just dripping with pussy muck. Lakisha gave him a smoldering look that seemed to announce a combination of satisfaction and adoration.
"Oh, baby ... thas so great!" Lakisha continued to rub Peter's giant love snake. "Do my other tit now, honey ... please?"
Lakisha sounded like a little girl asking for her after-school snack of cookies and milk. Peter was going to be happy to oblige!
This time he did the honors. First, Peter hoisted Lakisha onto his lap. She settled in by wiggling her curvy rump against his throbbing cock.
With trembling hands Peter then rolled the spandex top down the remaining still-covered giant tit. At length both colossal udders were free. The spandex "dress" was now merely a thin band around Lakisha's stomach. Peter assumed that the dress never came off during sex at Sodom and Gomorrah. Nor did it need to, for once it was no longer stretched over the thrilling contours of Lakisha's fabulous curves, the miniature garment was hardly visible.
Peter then hefted the massive milker in both hands. As before, his big hot hands traveled wildly up and down the giant tit, squeezing and kneading all the way. He was soon passionately licking her huge areola; very soon after that the stiff nipple was buried deep into his frantically sucking, licking mouth. What a fucking pair of torpedoes this girl had!
The weight of Lakisha's massive hooters was so great that after a few minutes of eagerly loving up her right tit, Peter's aching arms screamed "Uncle!" The tit-fixated fellow listened to his body and softly dropped the giant udder into the little girl's lap.
Sitting on the couch with Lakisha in his lap while he grabbed handfuls and mouthfuls of tit was so exciting! His cock was fairly buzzing with a need to discharge a heroic load of semen. Peter was so hot!
Peter looked down at Lakisha. She was staring into his eyes. Their mouths drew close. Soon another wild French kiss was in progress. As their tongues dueled and lashed at each other, Peter was again struck by the thrill of mashing Lakisha's thick lips. Just as their hugging bodies were separated by a thick wall of tit meat, their faces were similarly separated by the buxom kid's swollen lips. The solution to the second problem was the same as to the first. Grind and rub and push! The harder Peter kissed the more Lakisha's bloated lips molded themselves to the force of Peter's relentless pressure. The hot succulent flesh was slipping and sliding against its opposite number with almost impossible passion and lust.
The kiss then got wilder and more ardent. Peter began sucking on Lakisha's super-thick, ultra-puffy African lips. He slowly drew her bloated upper lip between his teeth and sucked it into his hot, welcoming mouth. God! The lip was so huge and swollen that it was like sucking on a small tit. Peter was suddenly seized by the realization that Lakisha's distended upper lip was actually bigger than Jennifer Finnegan's tit! It was unbelievable!
Peter then directed his attention to the little girl's even more swollen lower lip. The distended lip, once drawn into his mouth, nearly filled it up! It seemed as if he had more flesh in his mouth on account of the size of Lakisha's obese lower lip than when he had sucked one of Amanda's B-cup tits in between his lips.
This lip sucking was driving the lovers wild. As he finished sucking on the youngster's bloated lower lip, Peter passionately ran and re-ran his tongue along Lakisha's gum line; then he then wildly sucked and tongued the upper lip. It was nearly as swollen and huge as its lower counterpart.
Yet another wild French kiss followed a completed circuit of lip sucking. Peter simply flung his wide open mouth against the buxom teenager's equally yawning oral cavity. Spit was running just everywhere.
As the kiss ended, Peter began simply licking Lakisha's outsized lips like a barnyard dog. He was moaning at the top of his lungs. He then repeated this circuit of lip sucking, gum rubbing, lip licking, and French kissing. Then he did it again. And again. And yet again.
Peter had added to these thrills by reaching down and grabbing some of Lakisha's absurdly huge left tit. His crazed right hand was passionately squeezing and rubbing the massive left udder as it rested in the overly voluptuous youngster's lap.
Perhaps it was the fact that in some sense a vision of Lakisha's massive tits and beautiful face had been lurking in Peter's brain ever since that thrillingly erotic day on Market Street. Maybe it was just the way she was pushing all his buttons today. But in any case, Peter found himself more aroused by the little girl than his self-control could withstand.
As he sucked upon Lakisha's massive lower lip for the umpteenth time while his maniacal hands pummeled her colossal right tit, Peter paid the price for getting so excited. All of a sudden he felt a very warm buzzing sensation in his groin. Good God Almighty! Peter suddenly realized he must be blowing a load in his pants. This was no mere discharge of pre-cum. No ... this was premature ejaculation itself.
Lakisha seemed to realize it as well. The giant-breasted little girl was sitting on Peter's lap, after all, so she was well positioned to monitor the situation. She slowly pulled her bloated lip out of Peter's mouth and quizzically looked her lover in the eye. "Did you jus' blow yo' wad, honey?" she asked.
The unimaginably built girl jumped off his lap and looked down. A very large stain was quickly spreading over the front of Peter's pants. He had not just shot a load; he had creamed all over the place. Of course, a lot of the stain was probably sex muck from the youngster's dripping cunt. Whatever ... his clothes were a mess!
Lakisha smiled. "Actually, this happen to me lots," she said.
"I bet it does!" Peter said to himself. No surprise there — he was well aware of the effect Lakisha could have on a guy.
Now he was really wondering how he was going to get back to the office without attracting a lot of attention. He got to his feet. At least his hard-on was still sticking out of his pants like a Gatling gun! Thank goodness! This was no time to go limp!
"Less take a look, baby," Lakisha suggested. She undid Peter's belt, unzipped his pants, and dropped them to the floor. She then stood staring in seeming disbelief at Peter's cotton briefs. A veritable redwood was poking through the material. She put her hands in the waistband to take them off, but how in God's name...?
"Here, let me," Peter offered. He wiggled his hips, worked on the waistband, and somehow managed to get the sperm-heavy underwear up and over his giant boner. When he removed the briefs they felt as if they weighed a pound! They were just swimming with jism!
The improbably buxom little girl took the underwear from Peter and dropped it on the couch. "Jesus" Lakisha exclaimed. "Your skivvies be jus' full of spunk, honey! Man! Jus' loaded with that shit!" The girl started to giggle. "You been doin' some serious creamin', baby!"
However embarrassed he was to have blown lunch, Peter was at least gratified to see that the mishap had not taken a bit off his hard-on. It was still as stiff as an iron bar. And no wonder! This little girl was just unimaginably exciting.
Lakisha's attention quickly shifted from the seed-stained underpants to the straining boner that was obscenely jutting out of Peter's body. Her eyes had gotten big. She was staring at the massive boner in shock, horror, and ... yes ... deep desire!
"Thas the biggest cock I ever seen!" Lakisha was shaking her head in amazement. "Some niggers from the 'hood got real big trouser snakes but nothin' like this. So long 'n thick! Wow! This fuck trunk be too big to be true! You like some kinda elephant, Jim. I don't think it gonna fit in my pussy, baby! Nowise!" The gorgeous teenager paused. "But I wants to fuck so bad," she wailed. "It just gots to go in!"
Peter smiled. "It'll fit, honey. It always fits. It's gotta fit!"
In spite of this bravado, Peter was not so sure. He had experienced some very tight squeezes in the past. He had certainly never made love to a girl as tiny as Lakisha. Tiny, that is, everywhere but up top where it really counted. There really might be a problem. In any event the next stage in their encounter was going to be interesting!