Thy Neighbor's Wife
(and Other Sins)
A Fantasy
by
Copyright 2001 © Richard O Steele. All rights reserved
Chapter 27
Was he actually going to add yet another girl to his collection of giant breasted playmates? Peter knew it was foolhardy. Reckless, even! Yet those gigantic tits! Those swollen, succulent lips! That stunningly beautiful young face! The answer to his question was an unequivocal yes!
Peter knew that large fancy hotels like the Marriott were not going to suit his needs — or Lakisha's! Nor would small fancy establishments like Loew's, the hostelry to which he had fantasized taking Lakisha that day they had met on Market Street. Out of the question! Besides, they were Toni places.
Nor would he even think about the University Sheraton! He owed Julie at least that much; moreover, he was getting enough of a knowing smirk from assistant manager Appleford these days without giving the asshole a reason to turn the smirk into a shit-eating grin!
No, a much lesser establishment was in order. A search through the Yellow Pages after his return to the office revealed a good possibility. The Tasker Arms was located just off Broad Street in South Philly, was close to the Tasker-Morris subway station, and was unlikely to be the sort of place at which he would bump into friends or business associates. Or if he did, they would have as much reason to keep their mouths shut about the encounter as Peter — it was likely to be that sort of place!
Just how much it was that sort of place became evident to Peter when he called the hotel to inquire about rates and availability.
"Umm ... how much are your room rates?"
"How long ya stayin'?"
"Oh ... just one day!"
"No ... no! I mean, you want a room for all day or just part of a day?"
Peter realized he was in luck. He had bumped into a bona fide hot sheet joint. "How much for part of a day?"
"We charge $35 for four hours; that's the minimum. 24 hours is $80. We got weekly and monthly rates, also. Interested?"
"Yes ... let's see." Today was Thursday, and he had a date with Julie on Monday. The following Wednesday would well serve both his logistics and libido. Still, he couldn't wait. He had to see Lakisha as soon as possible. Friday — tomorrow — was out on account of a business luncheon. Weekends were impossible, and he could not possibly see Julie and Lakisha on Monday. Could he? No. Tuesday it was.
"How about four hours on Tuesday ... like from one to five."
"Hey ... we don't make 'em that far in advance. Call me Tuesday morning. If you call by ten, there'll be no problem. Don't worry about it!"
Peter waited until he figured Lakisha's two-hour appointment was over and then called her cell phone from a Suburban Station pay phone while waiting for his train to Swarthmore.
"Baby! You did call!"
"You knew I would. Listen, I'm running for my train. I've just got a second. How about next Tuesday ... around one in the afternoon!"
"Fabulous! I can make that! Where?"
"The Tasker Arms, it's at 23 East Tasker."
"Oh, yeah ... I heard of that place ... whole lot of lovin' go down in that joint, lover. We be right at home. You done good, baby!"
"I don't know what room yet ... what if I check in first and then call you on the cell phone with the room number?"
"Great, Jimmy! I be takin' a cab from home. I'm gonna keep my phone on — fer sure! Oh, Jimmy! I can't wait to feel that huge cock of yours fillin' up my entire body! I can't wait till we's fuckin' again!"
Peter sat on the bed staring aimlessly but expectantly out the window of his second floor hotel room. It was one-o-five. He was experiencing what he felt was a false calm, a lull before the storm. Based on his first encounter with Lakisha, he had the feeling that this upcoming tryst might involve some of the hottest sex of his life.
He had the feeling too that this session might really be lengthy. He knew he was going to push the time envelope on this one. He had told his secretary that after lunch he was going to stop by the Jenkins Memorial Law Library at 9th & Chestnut to research some knotty trust law problems that had arisen in the administration of one of the Bank's largest trusts. He had also "forgotten" to take along his cell phone, so that he was essentially unreachable. He thought he could safely get in up to three hours of hot loving as a result of these preparations.
Peter had no doubt that the thrillingly buxom, impossibly beautiful little girl was going to do her part in keeping him up and running for that period of time. After all, Peter got so stiff just thinking about her. He doubted that any female had ever pulled his chain in quite the way Lakisha had managed to do. Even Amanda. Even Julie and her mega-tits!
He had reached his buxom playmate's cell phone by using the room phone; her taxicab was caught in traffic around Broad and Walnut Streets. In five minutes, though, she would be here!
As he awaited Lakisha's arrival, he could both see and hear the trolley shoes of a Tasker-Morris trackless trolley singing along their dual overhead wires as the bus headed west toward the end of the line at 33nd and Dickinson. It reminded him of the electricity that was surging through his body as he contemplated the arrival of the almost impossible physical specimen he was soon thoroughly going to ravage.
Looking out the window certainly beat staring at the four walls of the hotel room. This place was a dump! Peter was sitting on the bed only because the proprietors had neglected to provide a more comfortable alternative than a solitary and slightly wobbly desk chair. The desk itself was battered and scared from who knows what sort of activity. The bed suffered from terminally squeaky bedsprings, which protested every time Peter shifted his weight. The mattress sported a deep "V" that ran from the headboard to the footboard. Peter shuddered to think how many nooners and other assignations had been required to create this yawning crevice. The bedspread was frayed and covered with stains as to whose origins Peter resolutely refused to speculate. Shabby curtains, peeling wallpaper, and a sputtering window air conditioning unit completed the tableau. Lakisha deserved a lot better than this but given the combination of her youth, her body, and — yes — her race, a nicer place was simply not a reasonable possibility. The only salve for Peter's feeling was the likelihood that for a young kid from North Philly, this place was probably not as much of a shock as it was for a Social Register type from the Main Line like Peter.
Actually, Peter had already recovered from his first exposure to the squalor that characterized the Tasker Arms. His mind was now very much on the prospect of making love to his amazingly beautiful little black girl with her astonishing figure. It was true that he had spent a very passionate hour with Julie the day before in University City. It was also true that Amanda had blown his glass last night and then again this morning. No matter — Peter was extremely horny. His memories of last week's encounter with Lakisha were so torrid! He had grown an absolutely granite-like woody while anticipating her arrival. His hands were literally and involuntarily twitching at the knowledge that they would soon be mauling and rubbing the little girl's more than watermelon-sized tits. He was so hot!
"Knock, knock." The soft sound of a gently rapping knuckle knifed thrillingly through Peter's body. She was here!
"Come in!" he croaked. Peter was so sexually on edge that his voice would hardly work! He also forgot to take the elementary precaution of checking through the peephole to make sure that the knock was really being made by his date. Duh!
Well, this time he was lucky. The door opened and it was Lakisha who walked into the room. In the flesh. And what flesh! Peter's heart — and cock — leaped! The bosomy youngster was wearing the same tight red sweater from Market Street! Peter's mouth suddenly became dry as he stared, bug-eyed, at the way her massive, massive tits were jutting out of their woolen confines. As she walked toward her lover, things became even more exciting as the youngster's gigantic udders bounced and shimmied in response to each footfall. What a fucking sight! As Peter realized almost anew, Lakisha's tits were shockingly huge!
Peter was once again blown away by how slim and shapely Lakisha was apart from the discordant swelling of her huge tits. Her waist-length, thick, dark hair was making him groan with desire. What's more, she was also wearing the same very short, tight white skirt he had drooled over on Market Street. Actually, it looked as if it had been hemmed; this time, it barely covered her snatch!
And then there was her face! In the intervening week, Peter had wondered if he had idealized Lakisha's stunning beauty. He was sure he had made her more beautiful in memory than she possibly could have been in real life. As he helplessly stared at her beyond gorgeous face with their plump, swollen lips, Peter realized that, if anything, his memory had failed to convey the full reality of her extreme beauty. This girl was almost impossibly gorgeous.
"Hi, lover!" the much too busty teenage girl whispered as she closed the distance between the two eager lovers. "Is you ready to make really some serious love?"
Seeing Lakisha in the red sweater and white skirt she had been wearing during their first encounter was almost unbearably erotic for Peter. She was wearing flat-heeled shoes in place of the amazingly high heeled foot-wear in which she had been strutting at Sodom and Gomorrah; this, too, made this sighting nearly a repeat of the Market Street experience. It also made him realize what a very little girl she was!
As she stepped up close to her lover, Peter reached down and began to fondle the little girl's gigantic breasts. In view of the smoldering looks the preposterously buxom little girl was aiming, laser-like, right into the center of his irises, Peter saw no reason whatever not to get right down to business. He soon shifted into high gear; he was wildly kneading and squeezing the monstrous appendages. "This sweater is so sexy, baby. You know, it's what you had on that day we met on Market Street."
"I knows that, Jimmy — I wore it specially so's this date be what that date woulda been like — if you hadn't been such a chickenshit, that is," she giggled.
Peter was moaning very loudly. "Oh, honey, your tits are so exciting! Especially inside this sweater. I'm getting so turned on! Oh, baby!"
The overly buxom youngster looked up at Peter with a saucy grin on her face. "Know what I thinks, Jimmy? I thinks you dreamin' you's back on Market Street doin' what you wished you'd been doin' then. And now you goin' make up for it. Am I right?"
Peter smiled. Lakisha did not appear to have much education but she was no dummy! He suddenly realized that was exactly what he was doing! He was reliving his overheated memories of talking with and drooling over the extremely buxom little girl and then acting out the fantasies he had created after he let her get away from him that day. Lakisha was right on the money!
As Peter continue to squeeze and maul the youngster's massive udders, Lakisha was responding by rubbing Peter's enormous genitals. God! He was so stiff!
Lakisha finally could not stand it any longer. She jumped in the air, wrapped her sleek, slim legs around Peter's waist, threw her arms around his neck, and slammed her thick lips up against her lover's hot mouth.
The two were soon wildly Frenching each other. The extreme size of Lakisha's swelling bosom made it really hard for their bodies to get close enough for their lips to reach. Peter figured it was only because the little girl was wearing a tight sweater and apparently a bra as well that the passionate lip-lock that was now proceeding was even possible. The ardor with which he was crushing her voluptuous body to his own undoubtedly helped as well.
They certainly were kissing, though! Torridly! Ardently! Passionately! The massive size of Lakisha's bloated lips felt so exciting as they slipped and slid against Peter's slack mouth. Their long tongues darted in and out of their mouths, and warm spit was making their faces slippery and shiny.
The stunningly beautiful kid eased herself down to the floor after some ten minutes of this face-swallowing kissing. The thrill of feeling her massive tits slowly slide against the length of his body made Peter even stiffer — if possible!
"I's glad my clothes turn you on, honey, but no clothes at all's even sexier," Lakisha moaned. "Less get naked, Jimmy!"
Peter reached down and resumed kneading the little girl's massive breasts for a few moments. Then he started to work on the sweater. To his total lack of surprise, Lakisha's knockers were so massive that Peter found he couldn't simply lift the tight sweater up and over her swollen piles of tit meat. Instead, after gently pulling it out of waistband of her skirt, he slowly began to roll the garment up the steep slope of the kid's giant pair of udders half a inch at a time.
Peter was soon uncovering an enormous white bra. Peter knew he had never seen an undergarment of that size — not even on Julie. It was stupendously large! In fact, it seemed a little too big even for Lakisha's massive tits. How was this possible? At the same time, the brassiere looked rather worn and old-fashioned.
'Oh, honey," Peter moaned, "your bra is so big!"
Lakisha giggled and strongly pressed her giant milkers into Peter's groin. "I gotta ex-plain," she said. "This done belong to my great-great-great gramma; she die 'bout two years ago and they gives me her bras 'cause my tits gettin' so big!"
Peter was startled at the idea of anyone having a great-great-great grandmother. Then he realized that in the ghetto, generations were often greatly compressed; Lakisha's mother might be only thirty to thirty-five, and a great-great-great grandma might have died around age seventy-five to eighty.
"She got bigger tits than me," the buxom little girl continued, "if you can believe that! She be three hundred pounds, though! She one big lady!"
"How can you even fit in one of those?"
Lakisha giggled again. "My mamma fix 'em up for me. The cups is 'bout right — just a little too big is all. The bands — Lordy! — they go 'round me five times, I bet! Mamma cut off the bands and then sews on three or four bands from some ol' bras we got layin' 'round. I hooks 'em up and then we gots a bra with cups that fits my big tits but straps that goes 'round my tiny body, too. It take lots n' lots o' work to get them ol' things on but it do give me some support! And I needs that, baby!"
"It's really something," Peter marveled.
"It be junky is what it is! But we done gone to all the stores tryin' to buy a bra big enough to hole my big ol' titties. They all laugh. 'Put on a hundred or so pounds, little girl,' they tells me, 'then maybe we kin fit you!' Shit! I love my ol' gramma but I don't want to weigh no three hundred pounds!" The much too buxom girl rolled her eyes and sighed. "Now I be makin' some money ... girl tole me 'bout a place on the Internet ... get bras whatever size you want ... no problem. I be ordering half a dozen soon ... she help me measure myself ... find out what size I am, exactly ." Lakisha looked down at the huge, old-fashioned bra. "Get rid o' these ol' things!"
"What are you going to do with them?" Peter asked.
Lakisha smiled. Thas' easy! My little sister Makeesha gonna need 'em! That girl be grabbing my ol' bras for years when I's gets too big for 'em. 'Cept she be needin' 'em a whole lot sooner than I did! She be grabbin' my ol' 28DD bras when she only be ten! Shit! When I's ten I only be wearin' a 26D bra. Makeesha a whole lot bigger than that when she be ten."
Peter tried to imagine a little girl more buxom than Lakisha. He had a vivid imagination but quite frankly he was having trouble with this one!
"Lordy! Big titties sho' do run in my family!" Lakisha went on. "Las' year Momma makes me split that ol' box o' gramma's bras. Says Makeesha getting' so big she need some of 'em right now! That girl gonna have the biggest tits in our family, I swear. Anyways, soon as I do that Internet shit on Shasta's computer, I don't gotta wear them silly ol' things of gramma's ever again, bless her heart. I's gonna put the rest of 'em in a box and send 'em over for Makeesha. Then she kin have 'em all." Lakisha grinned. "Gotta tell ya, Jimmy, the way she be explodin', that little girl gonna need 'em all!"
By now, Peter had rolled the sweater up to Lakisha's neck and lifted it up over her head. The little girl was now standing before him in her enormous bra. He noted with excitement that she was arching her back in order to thrust her giant bosom in his direction. Here was a girl who wanted to get felt up in the worst way. She need have no worry on that score!
Peter reached down and ran his trembling hands over the shiny, silk-like, balloon-sized cups. This bra was just plain gigantic! The cups were really unbelievably huge! The garment covered up nearly all of Lakisha's trunk — and then some! It started just below her neck and extended at its lowest point nearly to her cunt. Peter knew from past experience that her tits themselves would extend to the little girl's upper thighs once they were free of the bra's confinement.
Peter was soon hoisting the huge, bra-clad twin towers in turn. They were so heavy, so huge — yet so soft. He could not keep his hands off the little girl's massive tits.
Lakisha had reached up to unknot Peter's tie and unbutton his shirt; both had been flung onto the battered desk. The youngster had managed to unzip, unbutton, and remove Peter's trousers; she was now sensually rubbing his thrusting cock and massive balls through the medium of his overstuffed cotton briefs. The way the giant love snake jutted out against the overmatched cotton material was truly obscene! She alternated her rubbing and squeezing of Peter's enormous genitals with intervals of leaning in and administering long, wet licks to Peter's stomach,
The buxom kid began to pull on the waistband to Peter's briefs with one hand. She stretched the elastic to nearly the breaking point. She reached inside the briefs with the other hand and, by pushing its heroic length flat up against his torso, managed to work the astonishing length of his horse-sized cock out of the shorts. The fossilized shaft was harder than an iron bar! Peter's underwear had soon joined the rest of his clothes on the scarred surface of the desk.
"Seems like most yo' clothes is off, baby!" As she teased Peter, the huge-breasted little girl pulled down her tiny skirt — it was much wider than it was long! — and then her panties. Peter could see they were deeply stained and wet! "How 'bout takin' care of bidness, lover — like takin' off this bra," Lakisha taunted. "I needs you to play with my bare titties, baby. I needs you to lick my big titties all over. I needs you to nurse me, to suck my nipples. And then I needs you to fuck me fast and hard. Git to work, honey," she smiled.
As Lakisha mashed her huge chest into Peter's groin, he reached behind the heavy-breasted kid and began to unhook the unknown number of hooks required to keep the giant bra attached to her body. Jesus! Peter thought. There were so many of them!
Even though his fingers were shaking a bit, Peter was able to undo the hooks. After four hooks, he could tell that the band was undone. To his astonishment, he found a second bra strap behind the first that was also holding the bra together. That strap, he quickly found, had three hooks. They were quickly unclasped.
But there was more! Underneath the second bra strap was a third! Jesus! "Honey," he moaned, "what kind of contraption is this?"
The unimaginably buxom teenager looked up and giggled. "I tol' you, Jimmy, these big tits o' mine need some support! What you expect, baby? This be what it takes!"
Peter's trembling fingers soldiered on. The frantically horny fellow encountered an additional six hooks! Still, he had the bra undone in less than a minute. Lakisha stepped back and, thanks to gravity, the huge undergarment, its many straps flying, began to slip down the vast plane of her giant bosom.
Peter soon began to help the process. He eased the balloon-like bra off Lakisha's massive udders by grabbing each cup in turn and working it down the stupendous length and width of each oversized tit. God! His hands were shaking! He finished by throwing the giant garment on top of the pile of his clothes. When he was done the little girl stood in front of him, her gigantic hangers extending down to her upper thighs and entirely obscuring her genitals. Her back was arched and her face looked pained. "Make love to me, honey," she wailed. "I needs some lovin'. I 'specially needs to get fucked ... I needs it so bad!"
The buxom little minx walked over and stood beside the desk chair. "Sit down here, baby. I wants to sit in yo' lap. I wants to be yo' little girl. Yo' baby doll. But when I be sittin' in your lap don't treat me like no little girl! No, sir! I wants you to love me, baby! Like I's a grown-up! Do it, honey — right now!"
Peter sat down in the rickety chair; Lakisha was soon cradled in his lap. Her statement drilled into his consciousness the fact that she certainly was not a grownup. The more important question was, just how young was she? His ability to concentrate on that subject dissolved as he felt Lakisha's impossibly curvy, voluptuous body sink into his lap.
"Yo' little girl be sittin' in yo' lap now, baby. What's you goin' do about it." The incredibly buxom little girl had snuggled up against Peter's taut, heavily muscled body. She had positioned herself so her thighs were straddling her lover's massive boner.
"I'm going to do somethin' like this," Peter groaned. He pulled Lakisha's face toward his and began to feast on her fat, bloated lips. He began to suck the lower lip into his mouth; it was so huge that it nearly filled up his entire mouth. What a turn-on! He then repeated the sexy routine with her upper lip. When he had released that swollen wedge of flesh, he opened his mouth nearly to the breaking point and began to wildly French kiss the little kid.
At the same time, he reached down and tried to cup one of the teenager's massive breasts with the palm and spread fingers of his right hand. Its incredible size ensured that the astonishing mass of the huge gland greatly overflowed the palm and widely splayed fingers of his hand. Still, he was able to mash his hand into the giant udder after a fashion — it was so soft and malleable!
Lakisha pulled away from the soul-sharing kiss. "Best you use two hands to feel me up, Jimmy. My titties needs two hands, baby, thas fer sure! 'Member? I knows you likes to kiss a lot. Doan worry — I's gonna take care of that part 'cause I do, too. We kin kiss 'n squeeze tittie all at the same time."
Peter reached down with both hands and took hold of one of the massive cylinders of tit flesh. As he did so Lakisha reached up with both hands and pulled Peter's head toward her face. She flung her wide-open mouth against his and resumed their face-swallowing French kiss.
The kiss was so sexy! The buxom little tart opened and closed her hot mouth against Peter's. Her tongue slipped deep into his mouth and then wildly began to lick its insides. She then pulled out and sucked Peter's upper lip into her mouth. Then, after coming close to jaw-breaking territory, the little girl slammed her open mouth up against Peter's.
The kid had a small mouth; yet her lips were so thick and fat that the combination of her open mouth and thick lips were actually overlapping Peter's mouth. Peter felt as if he were being swallowed up!
In the meantime, his hands were frantically busy. They moved up and down each tit, squeezing, rubbing, and generally manhandling the giant glands. Peter was in heaven!
As one of Lakisha's super-passionate kisses ended, Peter took firm hold of one of the little girl's enormous udders and lifted it to his mouth. He began to lick, to tongue, and then to suck the giant appendage while at the same time continuing to squeeze and maul the huge, hanging mound of flash. The buxom little whore was soon squealing with delight. Peter could tell she was enjoying his ministrations, for tit cum had liberally started to leak out of her nipple. She had begin to administer some additional pleasure as well; she had begun to use her thigh muscles to squeeze the massive boner that was imprisoned between her sleek thighs.
Lakisha then slipped out of his lap, bounced across the room, and returned with a small, leather hassock. She placed it between Peter's feet, knelt on it, and then reached up to take hold of his throbbing monster cock. "I gots to give this thang some serious lovin'," she announced.
After pulling the gigantic shaft down to her level — this job also required two hands! — the little girl began to lick her lover's satiny, pre-cum-stained cockhead. She followed up this thrilling attention by slowly licking up and down the entire length of the huge shaft. She then traced its bulging veins with the tip of her tongue.
Finally, she poised her mouth above Peter's plum-sized cocked and prepared to go down on the colossal rod. "I's goin' ta' make up for las' time, sweetie — I's goin' ta' give you a real fine blow job this time!"
"What do you mean?" Peter protested. "You did great last time."
"Nope ... nowise," the buxom little tart pronounced as she dropped her mouth down onto Peter's cum-stained cockhead.
The youngster was soon passionately bobbing up and down on Peter's mule-sized cock. He was pleased to see that this time she was able to go deeper. Last time she had been able to swallow only his cockhead; this time she had added a couple of inches of shaft to her efforts. Moreover, her tongue was swirling around his cockhead as she sucked his cock. That, too, was an added feature.
So too was the job she was doing with her hands. She was not only jacking off the many inches of cock she was unable to suck but was twisting and rotating the cockskin from side to side in the process. This blowjob was so exciting ... Peter was afraid he would be unable to hold off much longer.
"I ... I'm going to come real, real soon," he screamed.
Just as during their first encounter, Lakisha looked up and winked! The little whore wanted to take his best shot! Again! Well, here it comes!
Peter was soon shouting and moaning as powerful shudders and shakes took control of his nervous system. This cum was going to be so fucking strong! He knew too that the blasts of jism he was about to catapult down Lakisha's throat were going to be prodigious!
As his orgasmic thrills quickly increased to an almost imaginable intensity, what Peter knew would be an incredible jolt of seed suddenly burst out of his cockhole. Lakisha moaned with pleasure as the first powerful blast of spunk caught her in the back of the neck. Her head snapped back but she was able to keep the bucking cockhead in her mouth. This time she was prepared for the shocking, almost inhuman force of her lover's ejaculations. She did not miss a beat in jacking him off and bobbing up and down on the jerking shaft.
Rope after rope of hot, creamy sperm continued to crash up against the back of the kid's throat. Yet she was managing to gulp fast enough to keep up with the flow. The blasts of seed did not abate, however. After a minute of so of frantic gulping and swallowing, Peter could tell that his continuing orgasm was starting to overmatch the ability of the little girl to take in the ever-flowing river of jism. Just like last time!
At about the two-minute mark, Peter saw two long ribbons of sperm begin to run out of Lakisha's nose. Yet this time she kept sucking and sucking! This little kid was so great! This time there was neither coughing nor choking. All the creamy male seed was either getting swallowed or running out Lakisha's nostrils. What a trouper this teenage whore was proving to be!
When, finally, the mind-boggling cum was over, Lakisha lifted herself off her knees, jumped back into Peter's lap, and slammed her seed-filled mouth against his. The lovers were soon swapping sperm, as the hot, salty fluid ran first into Peter's mouth, back into Lakisha's, and then back and forth again.
The wild French kiss went on and on. It was broken only by Peter's loving act of licking the youngster's face to gather up the sperm that had streamed out of her nose and escaped between her thick, swollen lips. He even closed his mouth over Lakisha's cute little pug nose and sucked the remaining jism in her nasal passages into his mouth. This girl deserved a thorough clean-up job!
Gradually, the creamy love scum trickled down the lovers' throats. At last it was all gone — half was in Peter's stomach and other half in Lakisha's. What a loving they had shared! Even better, there was lots more on tap.
End of Chapter 27
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