Thy Neighbor's Wife
(and Other Sins)
A Fantasy
by
Copyright 2001 © Richard O Steele. All rights reserved
Chapter 26
Peter gently lifted Lakisha up and off his cock and laid her down on the bed. His arms were on fire; his muscles were vibrating from the strain of all this stand-up copulation.
For her part, Lakisha was so done in by the loving she had just received that it felt to Peter as if all her bones had turned into silly putty. She was one totally limp rag doll!
The incredibly buxom little girl lay motionless for a few moments. Her long thick hair flared out behind her head and body all the way down to her waist like an oversized halo. Her massive, massive tits covered her entire chest, stomach, groin, and genitals; they even slopped over the side of her body on to the bed. What a fucking unbelievable set of honkers, Peter thought to himself! What an unbelievable piece of ass, he quickly added!
Finally, the kid's closed eyes slowly opened into slits. She looked up at her lover in deep satisfaction and frank disbelief. A huge smile then split her stunningly beautiful features. The hugely breasted youngster clearly could not yet believe the absolute ravishing to which she had just been subjected.
"Wow, Jimmy," she whispered. "That be fantastic! More than fantastic! I didn't know lovin' like that was even possible! You really knows how to treat a girl." The little tart stretched luxuriously and smiled from ear to ear. "You know what this mean, don't ya, baby?"
"What," Peter asked softly.
"What it mean, Jimmy, is that you done got stuck with me. I tole you before — doan you remember? For good, honey. It don't matter we met doin' this escort shit. Any guy who loves up a girl like that ... hmmm, baby! ... he never get rid of her 'cause she's gonna need lots more where that came from."
Lakisha then balanced one of her enormous breasts in the widely spread fingers and palms of both hands, lifted it up to her mouth, and began to lick and suck its long, stiff nipple. She then let the massive gland plop back on her chest. "You get your ass down on this bed, Jimmy. I needs you to do this! You the man, honey. I needs you to love up my huge tits. Come on, baby, do yo' thing!"
Peter was an obedient lover. He stretched himself out full length on the bed and began to caress Lakisha's colossal breasts. Within seconds, his caresses had turned into generalized kneading and squeezing. Only minutes after that, Peter was also licking and sucking the giant milkers. He then passionately licked his way up the little girl's massive bosom and fastened his hungry mouth upon her swollen lips to begin a wildly passionate French kiss.
Meanwhile, Lakisha had begun to jack off Peter's still stiffened cock. "Man," she exclaimed, "You still got a hard-on! Doan you ever get soft? Man! You some kinda fuckin' Superman! Maybe some kinda sex fiend!" The buxom little girl grinned. "My mamma tole me to look out for guys like you! But it be too late now!"
Peter laughed. "Yep, even I get soft eventually. But with a girl as exciting as you it takes lots of pops to make it happen. Do we have time for another go-around?"
"We gots half an hour, baby ... thas plenny o' time for you, I bet."
"Let's cuddle and play with each other for a bit, then," Peter suggested. "I'm pretty stiff now ... but if I can play with your body for a few minutes, I'll be as hard as seasoned oak."
The buxom little girl was clearly still in a state of shock at Peter's sexual prowess. "Shit, Jimmy, you still pretty hard! Harder than most guys ever get! I ain't never had a lovin' like this. And I's had a little experience, too!" She kept on methodically jacking off her lover as she spoke.
"Like here at Sodom and Gomorrah?"
Lakisha cackled. "Not here, honey! I really does pull lots o' cream outa my clients when they come in this bed. Still, most guys here lucky if they can get it up that one time. Some guys can't do it without help. I gotta jack 'em off. Sometimes that don't even work. No, not guys here. I mean boyfriens from my 'hood. Lots of them is horny guys with big, big cocks. Not as big as yours, though — not even close! They never do it like you, neither. They just fuck a few strokes, drop in the nut butter, and run. A minute, half a minute, even, is all ... Shit! You fuck and fuck and fuck ... satisfy a girl! Get her good and ready first, too. You is somethin' else!"
Peter smiled. "I don't know about your boyfriends but don't be too hard on your clients. I mean, isn't this your first week? You couldn't have seen all that many guys."
"Well, I seen enough."
"Is this your first place to work?" Peter inquired. He was interested in finding out a bit about the girl. In the process he hoped to get a fix on her age, which at this point seemed likely to be a lot lower than the law would have sanctioned.
"Well, yeah, it is. 'Cept I tried workin' under the Kensington "L" one night 'bout three weeks ago."
"Wow!" Peter broke in. "I bet you were really popular!"
"Ha!" Lakisha quickly responded. "I didn't have no dates at all. Not one!"
"Honey, that's impossible? I mean, what were you wearing?"
"Less see ... I be wearin' a tight V-neck sweater ... with a really deep V ... showin' off whole lot of cleavage ... short shorts. High heels ... not this high ... 'bout 4-inchers is all."
"And you didn't get any dates?" Peter was shocked. "I can't believe that!"
"Well, I gotta ex-plain. I went out with Marisha, a girl frien' from school? Her older sister do the stroll and make 'bout hundred a night. Seem like a good way to make some money. We was broke! 'Girl,' Marisha be tellin' me, 'you got all them main men hangin' 'round... tryin' ta play with yo' big ole' titties ... slide them big cocks up yo' sweet young pussy ... shit! You be givin' it away all the time. Be time to make a buck outa yo' foxy looks!'
"So," the huge breasted youngster continued, "Marisha's brother drive us over there. We gets out of his car and stands under a streetlight. 'Bout two seconds after I be standin' there, I hears tires screechin'. Then another car, then another car — they all be screechin' their brakes. I looks up — there be five cars fightin' to get to the curb. 'Cross the way, 'bout three other cars be pullin' up. Guys in all them cars be yellin' at me to come on over, get in. Things be goin' crazy!"
Peter started to laugh uncontrollably. He could just imagine the scene. The shadows of the Kensington "L" were a famous backdrop for Philadelphia street action. He bet nobody shaped quite like Lakisha had ever done that stroll before!
"Then," the unimaginably buxom little girl continued, "there be blue lights goin' off just everywhere. Fuckin' cops all over the place! Most o' them johns jus' drove off — fast like! The Man got a couple o' cars boxed in and gave 'em some shit and then let 'em go."
"How about you?"
"Well, another bubble top pulls up and a sergeant gets out. Old fat guy. He walks over — real slow like — and looks me up and down 'n all over. I could tell he really likes what he sees. 'What brings you out here, little girl?' he asks. I starts to talk but he shuts me up right away 'fore I can answer. Starts yellin' at me. 'Listen little girl ... you're too young to be out doing this crap. You should be home doing your homework. I'll tell you what ... beat it ... go home ... this second ... and I'll forget I saw you out here. But if I see you again ... ever ... and I'll know it's you because you're real easy to remember ... I'll take you down to Juvenile Hall. Now git!"
"And did you?"
"You bet! Later, the word got 'round our street I'd been out on the stroll. One of our neighbors used to escort 'fore she hooked up with her boyfrien and started havin' kids. She says I should go to a house if I wants to be in the Life. She says I couldn't make it on the Street looking' like I did. My big, big ol' titties gonna cause too much commotion out there. I could make lots more scratch in a high-class place, she tells me. She tell me them outcall joints ain't no good, neither. Not for me, leastwise. I'd git busted by the fuckin' hotel gumshoe tryin' to get to a guy's hotel room. The Man take one look at the size of these titties and — whoa! — I's gone!"
Peter chuckled. He could imagine the astonishingly gorgeous little girl with her stupendous figure trying to get upstairs to a client's room at, say, the Wyndham Franklin or the Four Seasons. She certainly wouldn't get past the doorman!
"She say her girlfrien work at a nice incall place on South Street, one that be a good place for me ... place where I can make whole lot more money than under the "L". Meet whole lot nicer clients, too. She introduce me to the girl ... her workin' name's Shasta, you met her downstairs, I think. And that's how I gets to Sodom and Gomorrah. God, what a weird name for a house! Hey, Jimmy — what them words mean, anyways?"
Peter decided to take a pass on explaining the etymology of Sodom and Gomorrah. By now, Lakisha's continual petting of his shaft, combined with the thrill of rubbing and kneading the youngster's massive udders, had returned Peter to a state of full engorgement. He was rock hard and ready to fuck! The time for talk was over — it was time for action!
"Let's fuck, baby, before I have to go back to work."
"Hmmm ... sounds good, Jimmy. I really love you goin' deep, though. Wanna fuck me from the rear with that huge lizard of yours, honey?"
Peter was momentarily shocked by the suggestion. After all the trouble they had had just getting his massive cock into her body in the first place, was an attempt to go deeper still a good idea? Well, he assumed that the little girl was probably still totally stretched out. If she was willing to try it ... why not?
Lakisha got on her hands and knees near the edge of the bed. Peter could see her monstrously huge milkers puddled up on the sheets. They were way too big to hang free when she was in that position. What a fucking pair of tits!
Peter then began to ease his throbbing monster down the little girl's ravaged cunt. It was still very stretched out and slick with mucous as well. In light of his difficulties only an hour before, Peter was delighted to see that his dick slid right down to the kid's cervix. Only a bit of maneuvering was required to get past that point. Seconds later, Peter was long-cocking the buxom youngster with energy and passion.
"Aw, fuck, baby!" Lakisha screamed. "Yer fuckin' cock is almost in my fuckin' throat! Faster, honey! Deeper, sweetheart!"
Peter found that he could pull out nearly all the way. By that point, however, he was beginning to fall backwards. Yet the dresser was close enough so that he was able to break his fall against that piece of furniture, heave himself forward, and then jam his oversized shaft back into the depths of the little girl's body. Thus, for a brief moment, only Peter's cockhead was still inside the hugely titted teenager's body; a second later, his horse-sized shaft was buried in her young body all the way to the hilt. It was so exciting because the slick feel of fucking Lakisha's tight young pussy was so thrilling! The physics of their lovemaking greatly elevated the level of these thrills. By using the dresser as a source of momentum to hurtle his body forward, Peter was able to slam his giant dick down the youngster's ravaged pussy at breakneck speed. He doubted the busty little whore had ever taken a cock up her pussy with such velocity and force! Come to think of it, Peter was not sure he had ever fucked a girl with such power! Better yet, he was able to repeat this procedure again and again and again.
Nor was he the only one enjoying himself. Lakisha had been shuddering and stiffening almost nonstop throughout the coupling. She clearly found Peter's back door loving very arousing as well!
Peter always had trouble holding back when he was fucking back door; the tightness of the cunts he encountered, combined with the straight shot into the womb made possible by the angle at which he was fucking, tended to bring him to climax sooner than usual. This tendency was made more difficult still by the thrill of fucking a teenage beauty with such gigantic tits. Besides, his two hours were about up; it was time once again to whitewash the little girl's convulsing pussy in any event.
The giant-cocked fellow was soon convulsing himself. "Ugh! Uh! OH!" Another heroic blast of boiling jism was soon splattering all over the little girl's insides. And then another. And yet another. And still another. This might have been Peter's fourth ejaculation in less than two hours but his shudders and thrills were notably strong and the duration of the cum itself was very long — two minutes at least! Had he been counting Peter would have noted some eleven surges of creamy seed rocketing out of his cockhole during this orgasm alone. This huge-titted little girl was an unbelievable turn-on!
The totally spent lovers caressed and kissed for a very few minutes. "You gots to go, honey, 'cause I gots a client comin' in real soon, and I figure you gots to get back to work." The buxom teenager reached up and softly kissed Peter on his lips. He pulled her huge lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it for a moment.
When Peter had freed her lip, Lakisha continued. "I wanna see you soon, though, baby ... like, real, real soon! Will you come back 'n see me?"
"You know I will," Peter promised.
The young kid then got a wary look on her face. "You don't do no reviews on the Web, does you, baby? Like the TDB or JAG, shit like that?"
Peter smiled. "Actually, I did once, a while ago. But not any more. And certainly I would never do one about today — it's too special and too private."
Lakisha got a big grin on her face. "Thas goooood, baby! Thas real good! 'Cause I don't do tongue kissin' and bareback blowjobs 'n shit like that. Leastwise, not with the kinda dudes that comes to Sodom and Gomorrah! No thank you! I sure don't fuck guys in this joint without a rubber, neither! 'Cept for you! No way! It be awful for that shit to get on the Web. Guys'd show up wantin' every fuckin' single thing!"
Peter smiled again. "You have nothing to worry about. All of this is between us, baby! It's nobody else's business!"
The overly buxom little girl nodded in appreciation. Then she thought for a moment and looked up at her client. "Know what, baby?"
"What?"
"I'd really like to see you someplace else ... like you was a boyfrien', you know? 'Cause you is ... I feel you is lots more than a client. Any guy who can make me feel like this ... any guy who gets me to do shit like we did today ...hmmm! ... guy like that could be my main man! Can't you git a room somewheres so we kin make lots and lots of love? Like once a week or somethin'? I knows you married but can't you step out once in a while? You steppin' out today, for sure! Why not again? I'd make you one happy man, honey!"
Peter thought to himself for a minute. Did she mean getting together for free? Peter realized that he'd better raise the point. "I'd like that, baby, but what about the money part? I don't want to hurt your income."
"Fuck the money! I makes lots 'n lots of it here. Shit! 'Bout every call that comes into this place nowadays is for me. It's all Melony, Melony, Melony. I's on the go every minute I's here. Or on my back," she giggled. "I only got to see you 'cause some dude cancelled a two-hour 'pointment just 'fore you called. No, what I needs is time with you like a lover, not a client. What you say, baby?"
"I just hate to cut into your income, that's all," Peter responded.
"I tole you that's not 'portant," Lakisha cut in. "Look ... if you wants to help me with my cab fare or somethin', then put some moneys in my purse when I's not lookin'. But a guy with a cock like yours ... a guy who can love a girl like you does ... a foxy-lookin' guy like you ... I wants to see you on my own time so's we can take all the time we needs to get all the lovin' we needs!"
Peter was convinced — not that he needed much convincing! "I'd like that, too, honey. Let me work out the details."
"Great! Here be my cell phone number. Call me when you finds a place. But don't pick no big fancy hotel 'cause I'll get stopped on the way to our room. Sure as shit! Pick some quiet little place where I won't attract attention 'cause of my big tits. And do it soon, too, 'cause I'm getting' real horny already jus' thinkin' 'bout our next lovin'!"
Peter then addressed the pile of clothes he had discarded in his haste to make love to Lakisha. He picked up his underwear. They were utterly heavy with smeared jism. No way could he wear them! He didn't even dare throw them into the clothes hamper at home. They were kaput!
"Can I just throw these in the wastebasket," he asked the amazingly buxom little whore.
"Sure ... shit like that happen lots in this place," Lakisha smiled in return.
Peter then looked dubiously at his trousers. They too were heavily stained — coated, even! — with semen. They looked like something off Skid Row. He could go without underwear but certainly not without trousers! He did have an alternate suit of clothes in his office closet but how was he going to get from the cab in front of his building into his office to make the change without giving his fellow workers a real eyeful?
To make matters worse, his suit coat, although unstained, was badly wrinkled from being balled up on the coach. At least, his shirt was passable and so was his tie. Overall, though, what a mess! His suit was unwearable!
Peter got dressed, gave Lakisha a passionate good-by kiss, and stepped out onto South Street. While looking for a cab to flag, he saw a "One-Hour" dry cleaning establishment across the street. Could this be the solution to his problem?
An old Vietnamese woman was behind the counter. "Could you clean these clothes I'm wearing while I wait?"
"Sure ... take one hour ... maybe less."
"Do you have a room I could wait in while they're getting cleaned?" Peter continued.
"Sure ... dressing room in back. You follow me back there, mister, take clothes off and hand to me."
Peter followed the woman into the back of the establishment and entered a tiny little dressing room with a tattered hanging drape as the door. He disrobed and handed the clothes out to the woman. "Here they are," he announced.
"What kinda stains are these, mister?" she asked.
Oh, God! Peter started to lie. Then, he thought he'd better be honest if he wanted the stains really to get taken out — which he did ... desperately! But how embarrassing! "They're ... um ... sex stains."
"You get sick all over them? Sick stains?"
"No, no ... SEX stains ... stains from having sex."
"Oh, sex stains ... you have sex with clothes on, mister?"
"Yes ... no ... well, yes and no. I just got some stuff on them, is all."
"Okay, mister, we fix ... here's copy of Daily News to read while you wait."
"And could you please hurry? I've got to get back to work," Peter pleaded.
"Okay, mister, we hurry ... do in it twenty minutes, okay?
"That would be great, and thank you very, very much," Peter replied.
"You be out of here in no time," the woman responded. Then she paused. She seemed to have a smile in her voice. "You take too long a lunch hour, right, mister? Have what they call, what, a nooner?"
"Right," Peter sighed.
End of Chapter 26
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