Thy Neighbor's Wife
(and Other Sins)
A Fantasy
by
Copyright 2001 © Richard O Steele. All rights reserved
Chapter 29
The more Lakisha chattered on, the more detailed and erotic Peter's steamy reverie became. As he allowed his imagination an increasingly free rein, Peter found himself getting exceptionally overheated! The particulars of this little daydream were becoming so vivid ... so real!
Lakisha has just introduced me to Momma. I'm curious to find out why Lakisha was so eager to have me stop by and meet the family. Naturally, I was really interested in them before the invitation was tendered; Lakisha's talk about the size of her Momma's tits had certainly stirred my interest. So too did the talk about her little sister's remarkable development up top. Is giving me a brief look at their chests what she meant when she promised that "you gonna be really glad you did come by 'n meet 'em?" No, after taking one look at Momma — not to mention the way she was looking at me! — I think she meant a whole lot more than that! At least, I hope she did!
What an unbelievable stunner Momma is! Lakisha didn't tell me the half of it! My eyes are just popping out of my head. She's absolutely fantastic! Just fabulous! Momma has to be at least 28 or 29 but on account of her baby face — it must run in the family! — she looks eighteen, tops! In fact, she and Lakisha could be sisters.
Except for their skin color, that is. But for her thick, swollen lips, Lakisha could pass for white. Thank you, Mario from South Philly! Momma, on the other hand, is darker but not dark; thanks to her three black and one white grandparents, her smooth skin is a light cinnamon color. It's a luscious hue; however, I'm more interested in some other aspects of her appearance!
Her tits are so huge! They are certainly bigger than Lakisha's — it isn't even close! They are certainly much bigger than watermelons! It's hardly even worth making the comparison! Except I can't think of a better one! What's bigger than a watermelon, anyway? A watermelon-and-a-half? A double-melon? Whatever! Momma is incomprehensibly huge!
Notwithstanding their incredible size, Momma's mega-jugs are stunningly firm. It's easy to see where Lakisha got her figure! It also suggests where her figure might be going. Jesus!
Momma is just unbelievably gorgeous, too. She might even be more beautiful than her daughter. Her facial features are so perfectly formed. I can't even imagine a more breathtakingly beautiful, shockingly sexy face. And those thick, swollen lips! Wow! What would it be like to French kiss those beauties? Man! Momma's unbelievable goodies certainly make a fellow want to try Maybe I will!
Momma looks like she got all dressed up for company. The kind of company you take straight to bed, anyway. That's certainly a good sign! She's wearing a tighter than tight ultra-micro-mini skirt that barely — just barely! — covers her snatch. Up top, she's wearing a body-hugging v-neck sweater that's showing off an impossibly long, deep cleavage. Man! That sweater is so packed full of goodies! It's just stuffed with tit meat!
Lakisha was wrong, Momma's doublewide, larger-than-watermelon tits really don't hang down to her waist! Not merely to her waist, at any rate. The truth is, they hang down below her hemline! Jesus! After blinking my lust-stunned eyes a couple of times to be sure, I can see that these humongous milkers actually hang down to mid-thigh! Fucking unbelievable!
Even though they hang way down below her waist, Momma's giant tits are actually very erect. They really stick way, way out! What a fucking pair! I know it sounds like an oxymoron to talk about jugs that both hang low and jut out. Take it from me, though — I'm looking at 'em and it's true! Momma has managed the impossible!
These fabulous assets, showcased in this ultra-arousing outfit, are almost overwhelmingly arousing. I mean, I can feel my breathing getting labored. Momma is so fine! And I mean everywhere! She's about 5' 6", I'd guess, nearly a head taller than her daughter. Her killer legs and sleek thighs — to which her miniature skirt allows total access, visual and maybe otherwise! — are beyond luscious! One long, lusty look at Momma's face, tits, legs, and thighs has made my legs go rubbery! And here I thought Lakisha was a fantastic piece of ass! Well, she is but....
"Hi, Jimmy," Momma says in a sexy, singsong voice. "Lakisha tol' us all 'bout you. We tol' her she jus had to bring you by so's we could see fer our own selves! Well, turns out she ain't been tellin' us the truth! No, sir! Leastwise, not the whole truth! Fo' one thin', she didn't tell us you be as handsome as all this. Hmmm! Fact, you some kinda serious stud!"
Momma drops her glance to my bulging crotch. "Hmmm! Didn't tell us that this big ol' bulge in yo' pants gonna be so huge, neither! Think I gots to get acquainted with that ol' hunk o' meat 'fore long, honey! Not fair if you only stick it to my little girl here. She got ta learn to share!" Momma smiles and sensuously licks her thick, swollen lips. "'Course, that be eggs-axe-ly why you be here, baby ... ta teach my little girl how ta share!" Momma adds in a low, sexy tone.
"We's really glad you came, Jimmy," Momma announces. Then after a pregnant pause, she adds in a sultry voice, "We's gonna show ya jus' how glad we is, real, real soon ... jus' you wait, baby!"
Momma teeters over on her 6" heels and gives me a long, passionate hug. Her tits are so huge! The way her massive, excitingly firm jugs compress against my chest during the hug is almost beyond thrilling! The excitement then goes up a notch as she strongly rubs those gigantic, spreading puppies from side to side against my body as the hug goes on and on! Fuck! My cock is ready to explode!
Momma leans way, way in and tries to kiss me on the cheek. The massive wall of tit meat separating us put a stop to that! Momma gets a helpless look on her face. "Sorry, baby," she says. "Bet we can work out somethin' later, though," she adds with a wink! "Sides, jus' kissin' you on the cheek ain't really what I was after, anyways!" She glances down to my swollen crotch and laughs.
As Momma slowly saunters back to her daughter, I get my first look at her fabulous ass. I almost groan out loud! Momma's skirt is so short that much of her ass crack is hanging out. The swiveling rotation of the rest of her thrilling rump under the skintight fabric of the tiny little skirt is equally arousing. Her rocking, rolling ass cheeks are world class. They are perfect half melons. They are incredibly loaded with curves yet amazingly petite at the same time! Two perfect handfuls! I'm sure the heels Momma has on contribute to this general effect but she clearly has as tight and curvy an ass as it's possible to imagine.
Even with as thrilling a pair of ass cheeks as this to occupy my attention, it's hard to keep my focus. Equally compelling is the sight of Momma's gigantic tits as they jiggle and quiver in response to her teetering, high-heeled walk. Her udders are so massive that a huge expanse of tit meat is visible even from the rear. The interplay between Momma's swiveling rump and her bouncing, shaking tits elicits another few slurps of pre-cum from my throbbing cock.
When she finally reaches Lakisha, Momma slowly pivots her voluptuous body in order to face me. Her monstrous bosom actually lags a milli-second or so behind her twisting torso. Jesus! Once she completely turns around I can see that Momma has a knowing smile on her thick, shapely lips. She knows I was looking — looking hard! She can also tell I really enjoyed the show!
Momma gives Lakisha a sharp look. "Girl, why you be keepin' this gorgeous hunk o' man to yoself? Ain't fair not ta share with yo' momma. Yo' little sister, neither. Where yo' manners, girl? Don't family count?"
Lakisha stands motionless in front of her mother. She has a tiny little smile on her swollen, bloated lips. She covertly looks over in my direction and gives me the subtlest of winks.
The giant-breasted little scamp is obviously very pleased to see that her decision to bring me home to meet the family is turning out so well. She seems to know that her mother's criticisms are facetious, meant merely for show. Momma is clearly very pleased I'm here. Based on the hospitality she's shown so far, I think I'm about to become an honored guest! I can't wait!
Although I really have to make an effort to tear my eyes from Momma's incredibly fabulous buxom beauty, I certainly am rewarded when I violently turn my head and start running my darting eyes up and down Lakisha's sensational body. Wow! She's all dressed up for my visit as well. She's wearing a tiny band of a skirt that covers half her rump at most. It covers absolutely none of her pussy. It's somewhere in size between Momma's ultra-micro-mini skirt and the scrap of spandex the ultra-buxom youngster wore at Sodom and Gomorrah.
And then there is Lakisha's blouse. It's a tight-fitting peasant-style garment with a deep scoop neck. Her fantastically long, unimaginably deep cleavage is just bursting out of the top. Even more exciting, the blouse is made of a gauzy, see-through material. It's totally transparent. Her gigantic tits are as fully visible under the blouse as if she were bare chested. Naturally, Lakisha did not obstruct this thrilling view by putting on a bra. Her overly large puppies are hanging so low as to slop over the waistband of her tiny little skirt. Jesus Christ!
Her light chocolate brown areolae are so huge and prominent! Her nipples are so erect. Lakisha is so ready! She's licking her lips in apparent anticipation of the torrid sex she obviously assumes is going to take place very, very soon. I'm sure hoping she's right!
Lakisha is also thrusting her enormous breasts in my direction. She can tell how stunned I am by Momma's drop-dead gorgeous face, sensational legs, mouthwatering ass, and impossibly massive tits. Lakisha does not want me to forget about her. Fat chance of that!
Finally, with an act of pure will I rip my eyes away from Lakisha and look back at Momma. I'm afraid I'm going to get whiplash from alternating my riveted, bug-eyed gaze between mother and daughter! My cock is just throbbing with desire, and my hands are trembling with a frantic need to grab hold of those two sets of gigantic tits. Or at least one of them. Man!
As our eyes lock, Momma gives me a warm, sexy, yet saucy look. "Can't make up yo mind, can ya, baby?" she smilingly observes. "Umm, ummm! You's in trouble, boy! An' guess what? It gonna get worse! A whole lot worse, baby!" Momma begins to chuckle. "In a second, sweetie, I's gonna make yo choice real, real hard!" she continues. By now, both mother and daughter are arching their backs in unison as they simultaneously thrust their giant bosoms in my direction. I'm starting to get seriously dizzy!
Momma flashes me a warm, comforting smile. "But doan you worry none, handsome," she continues, "'cause you ain't gonna have ta pick 'n choose at all. You doan even gotta make up yo' mind! You gonna get it all today, precious! I mean all of us! That be 'cause we done choose you!"
Momma quickly turns and directs a yell toward the back of the house. Once again, I can see how her gargantuan bosom delays following her body for a split second after her torso has turned. The way her massive jugs float and jiggle as her torso rotates is unbelievable! Jesus!
"Makeesha! Git yo' hot little body out here! Right now, girl!" Her younger daughter promptly walks into the living room. She was probably around the corner eavesdropping!
"Little girl! I wants you to meet a frien' o' Lakisha's. This be Jimmy. Ain't he the stud? He be my frien' now, too! Guess what? He gonna be your frien' too, little girl! A real good frien'! Wait'll you see how good a frien'!" Momma pauses for dramatic effect. "He goin' ta be a real good frien' of all of us. Don't that sound nice?" she concludes.
"Yes, ma'am!" the little girl dutifully and politely answers.
"Well," Momma adds in a sharp tone, "show yo' manners. Say 'hello' to yo' new frien'."
"Nice ta meet you, Jimmy," Makeesha mumbles while looking down in the direction of her penny loafers. The problem, I immediately realize, is that her tits are so huge that she couldn't possibly see her shoes!
Makeesha is wearing a school uniform. I didn't realize they made these uniforms so short and so tight! How does the little girl get to school and back without drawing a huge crowd of randy young men along the way? Fellows who'd like to give her a ride anywhere but to school? Even if she eventually gets to school, how does she keep from getting pulled into a broom closet and getting felt up and maybe fucked in the bargain?
Her massive, massive tits threaten to rip the overstuffed white uniform blouse into shreds! Her giant bosom fills up the overmatched top all the way down to her waist! What's more, the fleshy monsters stick out a good two feet from her chest. Jesus! I'm pretty sure that if she were not wearing such a tight blouse over what looks like a heavy-duty bra (I can see the straps and cups indenting the material of the form-fitting top), her tits would be hanging down a whole lot lower than this! Jesus! What a fucking pair of lungs! Wow! I can't believe it!
The almost laughably buxom little kid has so far averted her eyes; she's modestly looking off into a corner of the living room. At the same time, though, she's arching her back and pushing her bosom in my direction. I can tell that she already thinks I'm pretty special. The feeling is mutual, believe me! Jesus! I may just blow lunch in my pants any second now!
Almost as thrilling as her tit-filled blouse is Makeesha's nearly non-existent skirt. The pleated little plaid garment barely covers her sweet young pussy. Wow! The leg show she is putting on is strictly world-class!
Even though Lakisha and Momma are staggeringly gorgeous, Makeesha is clearly the beauty of the family. What looks! Unbelievable! The preposterously beautiful, shockingly buxom youngster — she's taller than Lakisha; about 5' 2", I'd guess — can't be more than thirteen. That's my best guess, anyway. Well, fourteen on the outside.
Her little girl face makes her look no more than ten. Wow! Her lips are actually more bulbous, more bloated, and more succulent than Momma's or Lakisha's. Her killer legs and tight little rump look like they belong in a Playboy centerfold instead of gracing an elementary school playground.
Makeesha is not nearly as light skinned as Lakisha. Still, thanks to the nameless white cunthound from South Jersey, her complexion is café au lait with a couple of extra splashes of cream spooned in. There is no doubt about her mixed ancestry. She is a really light-skinned beauty.
The impossibly buxom kid has a long, sexy tangle of thick black hair. It hangs down to the small of her back. Her hair is so thick and luxuriant that I bet it takes half an hour of brushing to tame its tangles. From the looks of things, Makeesha shorted the process about ten minutes today. The effect is to make her look just a little wild and very super-sexy!
All in all, the little girl is so fabulously gorgeous and unbelievably buxom that I'm actually getting faint as my eyes wildly strip her sensational body to the bone. Yet Makeesha's face is so stunning that I'm afraid I might detach my retinas by wildly darting my eyes between her incomprehensibly curvy body and her shockingly beautiful face. I can't make up my mind where to look! I reach back to steady myself against a chair. Momma smiles at me, knowingly. She's well aware of the effect her little girl can have on a fellow!
Those eyes! Makeesha has begun to make eye contact. She slyly peeks at me with a demure but smoldering look that combines juvenile shyness with a very hungry, come hither, adult invitation to get real, real sexy. I can tell we're getting connected! Totally connected!
Mere seconds later, our eyes lock! They stay locked for a long, long time. We shamelessly stare into each other's eyes. We forget to blink. Her luscious doe eyes are so big, so warm, and so welcoming!
Momma and Lakisha can obviously see what is starting to happen here. Hell, it may be exactly what they expect! It doesn't matter. Makeesha is all that matters! And from the way she continues to stare into the center of my eyes, she feels the same way!
My blood feels like it's fizzing! This little youngster and I have just got to get together! I know she's probably only thirteen and all, but so what? It doesn't matter! All that matters is getting my trembling hands all over her gigantic bosom, my long tongue between her shiny, swollen lips, and my cast-iron cock up her fragrant young pussy.
This little kid's face may look like a fifth grader's but from the way she's looking at me right now, it's obvious her more than grown-up body has been around the block a time or two. This little kid knows the score! No doubt about that! She's skipped a grade or two in the academy of sex! I can tell! I can't think of a single reason we can't get it on!
"How you like my littlest girl?" Momma asks. There is a definite leering tone in her voice.
"She ... she's ver ... ver ... really pretty!" I stammer. I'm so shocked at the little girl's outlandishly buxom beauty that I can hardly speak.
"How does you like Jimmy, Makeesha?" Momma inquires.
"Hmmm," the little girl enthuses. "He be one good lookin' dude! I think I likes him a lot, Mamma! A whole lot!"
Momma turns to me. "Makeesha jus' got home from school. They make 'em wear them silly ol' uniforms. Makeesha like to take that ol' uniform off when she get home, you know, get comfortable." The impossibly buxom woman then looks me in the eye to gauge my reaction. When she sees I can't take my eyes off her daughter, she continues. "Jimmy, why doan you help Makeesha wif her uniform."
"I ... I ... I'd like that," I stutter.
"Would you like that, Makeesha, for Jimmy to help you take yo' uniform off?" Momma pauses again, this time to gauge her daughter's reaction. When she sees how Makeesha is looking at me, she continues, "And maybe help take that ol' Gramma bra off, too?"
"Oh, yes, Mamma!" Makeesha squeals. She would indeed!
It sure is fun helping Makeesha take off her uniform. That's a memory that may never fade! While I'm busily at work, the little girl admits in a whisper that she doesn't really wear the uniform to school at all; it's merely something they keep around the house for really special get-togethers like this.
The preposterously busty little girl giggles at how long it takes me to get her undressed. I guess I am pretty slow. For one thing, I'm having trouble getting my fingers to work. Then, too, I'm spending a whole lot more time feeling up Makeesha's enormous, barely teenaged bosom than in actually getting her buttons undone.
Makeesha purrs with pleasure throughout. My touching is making her feel so awfully good, she says. Her little hands are rubbing and squeezing the elephantine bulge that is exploding out of my crotch. We've pretty much locked eyes while lazily fondling our ripe, expectant bodies. "Sure hope I gets ta play with that big ol' monster," she whispers. "I'm sure we can work something out," I reply in a thick, shaky voice.
Finally, my trembling fingers undo the last of the buttons. I lovingly pull the unbuttoned blouse out of the waistband of the tiny pleated skirt and heedlessly toss it on the floor.
Jesus! Once the blouse is off, I can see that a gigantic bra covers Makeesha's entire torso. Wow! It's one of those old "Gramma" bras I had seen on Lakisha! I can't believe my eyes! At age thirteen — still my best guess — Makeesha is wearing the same size bra as her older sister!
It may not be the right size, though. The bra actually looks too small for the buxom little minx! Those bras were a little big on Lakisha. Not on Makeesha, though! Tit flesh is exploding out of the bra's balloon-sized cups. I can see oozing tit meat getting pushed way up and out of the top of the bra. Just as exciting, I can see great bulges of tit flesh squirting out of the sides of the cups. Makeesha is much too buxom for even these super-sized tents from Gramma! They don't even begin to do the job!
"My titties feel kinda achy," Makeesha whispers. "This nasty ol' bra jus' too tight. I needs bigger ones but we can't find none! Nowheres! Don't know what we goin' ta do?" The little girl starts to push her enormous jugs into my chest. "You gonna help me take it off, Jimmy? I needs to have my big ol' titties hangin' free."
How can I say no? I slide my hands along the sides of the massive cups and try to reach the clasps in the back of the brassiere. Naturally, it takes me a while. It goes without saying that I cop a serious feel or two along the way — how can I resist? In terms of the task at hand, however, it's no go; the wall of tit flesh between us prevents me from reaching the hooks.
"Humpf," Makeesha observes softly. "I done forgot 'bout that problem." She thinks for a moment. "We kin deal with it, though, Jimmy! Look!"
The unimaginably buxom little kid begins to push her giant bosom into my chest with even greater force. In spite of the support of the oversize bra, I can tell that her enormous breasts are starting to flatten out against my body. In the process, her bra-clad jugs are spreading far beyond the width of her trunk. As a result, I'm finally able to stretch my arms around her torso and start to unhook the bra.
I've been down this road before with Lakisha; I know all about the three layers of hooks. I do all right with the first two levels but because of the massive wall of bulging tit meat separating our bodies, I simply can't reach the final set of hooks.
Makeesha can tell I'm having trouble. "Hey, sweetheart," she murmurs, "how 'bouts I turn 'round and you unhook it from the back. It ain't as much fun but...."
It's the only way to go. The preposterously buxom little girl obediently turns around. Since her back is turned, I take the opportunity to work my aching cock down my pants leg. I'm so stiff that I've begun to feel real pain. I can sense the faint beginnings of blue balls. After this adjustment, my huge cockhead is brushing my knee. I feel much better! Still, it's pretty clear I'm going to have to let fly with some jism here pretty soon or go crazy!
I begin to unhook the final six hooks. I'm afraid I'm being sort of a slow poke even while working on the bra from the back. I think the problem is that Makeesha has backed her impossibly cute little butt up against my straining cock. She's worked my thick shaft into her tight ass crack and is rubbing my dick with her hot little rump. Because I had rearranged my genitals to hang down my pants leg, the little girl has a straight shot at my shaft in spite of our difference in height. As Makeesha's impossibly curved little rump pushes and rotates against the massive rod, my giant cock throbs and jerks. Let's face it — a distraction like that can make a guy's fingers go all wobbly!
As I undo the clasps, I can feel an increase in tension after each individual unhooking as the remaining hooked clasps are required to bear a progressively greater share of the total burden of supporting the little girl's gigantic milkers. Makeesha is so overdeveloped in relation to this bra that the garment is increasingly straining for mercy, for release!
When I finally unhinge the last clasp, the giant bra snaps and actually flies in the air for about a yard in front of the overly buxom youngster. Because her tits are so much wider than her body, even from the rear I can see her two enormous jugs bounce against her thighs and then quiver and jiggle as they settle into freedom from the bondage of Gramma's bra.
Makeesha slowly turns around and shyly smiles. My eyeballs nearly hit the floor! Her massive, just preposterously massive tits are hanging down to her knees! The giant hangers are so long and so wide that they entirely obscure the trunk of her body. More than that, they also hide her thighs from view. A frontal view of Makeesha, it turns out, consists of her feet, her ankles, her shins, a hint of knee, two beyond-gargantuan tits, and a stunningly beautiful face! That's it! Watermelons? That's Lakisha. Watermelons-and-a-half? That's Momma. I lick my lips and shake my head in astonishment. Makeesha? We're talking double watermelon tits!
"Thanks, baby," she whispers. "I needed ta get out of that nasty ol' bra so bad. You so sweet ta help me! This make me feel so much better!"
With that the buxom little girl starts to walk toward me. Her gigantic, enormous tits jiggle, bounce, quiver, ripple, and shake in response to each footfall. I can feel a large slurp of pre-cum ooze out of my cock hole in reaction to this impossibly arousing sight.
As Makeesha approaches, she inserts her tiny little hands inside her cleavage and scoops her massive breasts to either side. As she presses her fabulous body up against mine, the giant globes of tit flesh squirt off to either side of our fused torsos. This thrilling maneuver minimizes the wall of tit meat that otherwise would have kept us at a distance. It means we can embrace. Torridly!
"I's doin' this so I kin give you a thank-you kiss, Jimmy." Makeesha whispers. "You so special!"
The impossibly buxom thirteen year old gets up on her tiptoes. I lean down. Her huge, thick, swollen lips slowly rise up to meet mine. My mouth has begun, almost involuntarily, to open wide to accept her sweetness. So has hers! God, her lips are so bloated and shiny!
"Thank you, sweetheart," Makeesha whispers, a second before our lips crush together. There will be no get-acquainted peck to start this relationship. There are already too many pent-up feelings for that to happen! No, the gorgeous little girl and I start wildly French kissing from the get-go. Our tongues lash, spit runs freely, and our lips rub and slide and slip against each other. Her lips are so thick, so rubbery, so bloated! I can feel more pre-cum dribbling out of my cock hole!
This unbelievably torrid kiss goes on and on and on. Naturally, my hands immediately gravitate under the miniature plaid skirt. To my delight, I find nothing under the skirt but Makeesha's bare little rump; the little girl has forgotten to put on her panties! My big hands swallow up her tight little buns. I squeeze and rub her sleek, solid ass cheeks for the length of the kiss. I even take the occasional detour to gently stroke her sweet, gushing pussy.
Finally, in all likelihood because it's getting hard for Makeesha to remain standing on her tiptoes, the kiss breaks. As the little girl settles back on the soles of her feet, I can see she is looking at me with a combination of total adoration and naked lust.
For all its fantastic beauty, I do not spend all that much time looking at her face, however. My eyes immediately drop to her massive, almost impossibly gigantic bosom. I just have to get some of that! I take a step forward, reach way, way down, and eagerly cup the bottom of her left tit in my hot, eager hands. Even with my hands widely spread and my fingers splayed, this fantastic load of overabundant tit flesh greatly overflows my palms and fingers.
I begin to squeeze and fondle the giant gland. It is so fantastically firm — yet so giving. It's so very heavy and solid, too. "Ooooh, baby," Makeesha moans, "now that really feel good! My huge titties really need yo' loving, honey. Don't you dare stop!"
Within seconds, we are both nearly shouting with lust. We've been getting almost terminally aroused for some time now. I can't believe how excited I've gotten!
After a minute of so of this thrilling workout, Momma abruptly breaks the mood. "Hey! Cut it out, you two!" I'm just about to hoist one of Makeesha's oversized tits to my mouth so I can start to lick her enormous, jumbo-sized areola and suck her seriously erect nipple.
Momma puts her hands on her hips. "Little girl, don't you know yo' Momma get first crack at this dude. Now cut it out! Jimmy, you come over here — spend some time wif me first! You kin deal wif Makeesha later on!"
Makeesha and I look at each other. Each spots disappointment in the eyes of the other. "She be like this every time," the unimaginably beautiful youngster confides in a low voice. "She want some heavy-duty lovin' for her own self." She then reaches down to pet and squeeze the length of the absurdly swollen lump that extends from my crotch to my knee. "Don't worry 'bout it, baby; we gonna have plenty o' time to get frienly later on." The little girl smiles. "Specially, we gonna have plenny o' time to fuck — doan worry 'bout that, neither!" The shockingly endowed youngster gives my cock one final, gentle squeeze. "Go on, lover, make my Momma happy!"
As I start to walk across the room, Momma puts up her hand to stop me. Just like a traffic cop! "Jimmy, why you still got yo' clothes on? You some kinda goody-goody? Makeesha! You help Jimmy here get his clothes off. I jus' doan wanna ta see too much kissin' and playin' wif yo' bodies, though! We gonna have plenny o' time fo' that shit later on! It be my turn, now! Take off them threads! Make it snappy!"
Well, I'm afraid we're taking longer than Momma would have liked. The removal of each piece of clothing is punctuated by long, searching kisses. Then, too, I keep getting in Makeesha's way by wildly fondling her huge breasts as she undoes my clothes. She doesn't seem to mind, though.
We do run into a problem. When I strip down to my underwear, we discover that my boner is much too long and way too stiff to allow my skivvies to be taken off. Jesus! I'm as erect as it is possible for a fellow to get! My thrusting cock has gotten so long and rigid that, as hard as we pull on the elastic band of my underwear, we simply can't come close to granting my dick the freedom for which it yearns. This raging hard-on is trapped!
Momma saves the day. She produces a pair of pinking shears with which Makeesha cautiously cuts the underwear off my body. "You be careful where you be cuttin', little girl," Momma orders. "Doan you be makin' some big mistake here! Doan you be no fuckin' Leona Bobbitt!"
I'm now standing in the nude. My stallion-sized cock is stiffer than it's ever been in my life! It is so stretched-out and erect that it's brushing my nipples! Part of the reason for its impossible rigidity is the fact that Makeesha is encircling the giant rod with her tiny little hands. Well, she's trying to, anyway. The monumental girth of my massive shaft is much too great to allow her encircling hands to reach more than about half away around its circumference. Still, she's doing a hell of a job moving my taut cockskin up and down. She just can't leave it alone.
I throw my head back and shout with lust. Every touch of the little girl's soft, little hands feels like an electric shock coursing up and down my throbbing, quivering shaft. Much more of this and....
"Girl! You let go of that thin'," Momma shouts. "Yo' wanna make Jimmy shoot his wad all over the rug 'fore we got a chance to feel his big ol' cock slippin' 'n slidin' inside our pussies? Put yo' hands by yo' side!"
Well, Momma knows best. My horse-sized cock rhythmically jerks and sways as I slowly walk toward the stupendously titted woman. My enormous balls are also swinging to and fro. They are absolutely stuffed with hot sperm that my throbbing, quivering cock is yearning to launch into orbit. My reproductive system has never been in a state of readiness like this!
Momma's clothes are history as well. As I approach, I can tell her eyes are riveted on my gargantuan boner. I'm staring at her fabulous face and body just as intently. Her overly curved body is so incredible that I've almost forgotten about Makeesha's fabulous shape and beauty. Almost but not quite!
Momma's tits are so huge! They really do hang down to mid-thigh and are as big across as Makeesha's. Mother and daughter, in other words, seem to have equally wide tits. Gigantic and gigantic! Makeesha's down-to-the-knees whoppers mean, though, that she is a whole lot more buxom than even Momma! Amazing! And yet Momma is 28 or 29 and Makeesha's only thirteen! A sudden thought about how big Makeesha is going to be when she is her mother's age makes my head swim!
Lakisha is standing near the hallway. She too has stripped off her clothes. Her body is very familiar to me, of course. Her tits are so massive! Yet they hang down "only" to about her pussy. They are certainly as wide as Momma's and Makeesha's but markedly shorter. Who would have thought that the little girl who until today had the biggest tits I had ever seen (well, maybe she was in a dead heat with Julie), would place a distant third in a three-woman big tit contest?
My legs are truly shaking when I get close to Momma. "Baby!" she moans. "We done decided that Lakisha mus' be bullshittin' us 'bout the size of yo' giant trouser snake. Hmmm! Turn out it be a whole lot bigger than Lakisha say! We never seen the likes o' that in this house afore! We gonna make it feel real, real welcome, honey."
Momma spreads apart her giant breasts with both hands. So that's where Makeesha learned that little trick! I ease my body into the extra wide space created by this maneuver and warmly embrace the impossibly buxom woman. Our mouths immediately fuse as we passionately French kiss. Our hands wildly roam over every inch of hot flesh we can reach. With people built like us there's plenty of that, I'll tell you.
I step back as the five minute long soul kiss finally breaks. As our hot lips disengage, a complex web of saliva stretches between our slack mouths. This has been some kiss!
I give Momma a loving, lustful look. Her big brown eyes smile back. She expectantly licks her thick, bulbous lips. It looks as though she's ready for another kiss. I'm out for bigger game, though. I reach down with my widely spread hands and splayed fingers to cup her monstrous right tit. Its warm, spreading mass greatly overflows my hands. Still, I'm able to begin kneading and squeezing the gigantic gland.
Momma throws back her head and begins to moan. Me, too! She thinks it's heaven! Me, too! My mouth, lips, and tongue are yearning to make love to this enormous milker. I begin to hoist the massive hanger up to my waiting lips.
Jesus! The fucking thing is so heavy! It's actually giving me trouble! This shouldn't be! Hell, I've hoisted a tit or two in my day. I've had them greatly overflow my hands, too. Take Julie and Lakisha, for instance. Their tits are amazingly huge and heavy! How well I remember the thrilling weight of Julie's tit as I hoisted it to my waiting lips. No problem. Of course, with Lakisha the task was a little more difficult because the buxom little girl simply would not stop wriggling! But still, no real problem there, either.
But this ... this ... this gargantuan tit is something else again. I can barely lift it. The giant thing must weigh thirty or forty pounds. That adds up to eighty pounds of tit — can you believe it? Momma Mia!
Well, this is what all those weight room hours were for. I brace my feet and slowly lug the massive udder up to my mouth. Within seconds, I'm passionately flat licking Momma's sandwich plate-sized areola and then wildly sucking on her two-inch, hard as a rock nipple. My reward? A drizzle of tit cum. Momma is one hot slut!
I then repeat the process with her left it. This is work! Lots of fun, though! Just as with the right tit, I ease the colossal breast down with great care. With a tit this massive, just letting it drop freely could cause serious injury!
Once I'm done, Momma pushes her hands and spreading fingers against her staggeringly huge tits and clamps them around my quivering dick. For all the impossible length of my huge cock, I am, within a second, totally imprisoned in the warmth of Momma's endless cleavage. She begins massaging my slick, taut cockskin with her massive glands. I get so excited that once again I throw my head back and moan. How much of this can I take?
Momma can tell that much more of this tit fuck is going to send a geyser of sperm all over the living room. She lets her gigantic tits flop to her thighs and smiles. "Less sit on the couch, honey ... do some kissin' 'n shit ... you know, play with our bodies 'n stuff. I think we jus' gots to let our hands go crazy for a while! Then we kin really get down to business!"
That sounds good to me. Momma and I continue the festivities with some impossibly wild French kissing on the living room couch. What a great icebreaker! There's lots and lots of tit and cock groping as well. I even start a finger-fuck that quickly turns into a fisting. Man! Momma is so ready! It's all so arousing and even thrilling. Momma is such an incredible piece of ass!
Momma's bedroom features a California king size bed. Naturally, we're all on top of it! The idea of clothes — there's a trail stretching from the living room down the hall into the bedroom — is a fading memory.
Momma's hot, wet mouth and thick, slippery lips busily bob up and down on my straining, horse-sized cock. There hasn't been any fucking yet but nobody's in any hurry. All in good time. Meanwhile, we're enjoying the thrilling preliminaries.
Momma is passionately tonguing my throbbing cockskin while she deep throats my oversized dick! At the apex of every third thrilling trip up my shaft, Momma lets loose with a huge clot of creamy drool that splashes all over my cock head and then trickles down my glistening, slippery rod. What an accomplished cocksucker Momma is!
Did I mention she can actually deep-throat? Well, she can! And does! It is so thrilling! Momma's throat is actually on the tight side. The walls of her throat really rasp my cockskin every time she swallows the enormous rod. Quarters are so tight that she actually has to jam my cock down her throat on each swallow! I'm amazed she can keep breathing! The effect on my shaft is electrifying — it's just terminally exciting! The result: Wow! I'm as hard as titanium, even though I've already blasted two enormous loads of seed down Mamma's throat.
Momma couldn't believe how my orgasm could go on for so long. Or how I could ejaculate so much semen. You should have seen the bewildered look on her gorgeous face as my cock kept bucking and exploding. For five minutes, I bet! Yet Momma didn't spill a drop. As far as I could tell, every single, solitary speck of sperm made it into her stomach.
Momma also seemed shocked (but pleased!) to see that after such a prodigious cum, my hard-on had not lost any of its stiffness. Not a bit! Or after my second mighty cum, either. No Mr Softees at this party! Not with buxom beauty like this at every hand! I think Momma is beginning to see why Lakisha raves about me so enthusiastically!
Momma certainly knows how to handle the situation. Just as soon as she had licked away some stray clots of creamy jism that had trickled out from between her thick, bloated lips, she had dropped right back down to resume deep-throating my steel-hard shaft. No way was Momma going to pass up a second's worth of opportunity to suck on a sixteen-inch, thick-as-your-forearm cock! You don't run across something like that every day!
While my cock is getting completely swallowed by Momma's welcoming mouth and warm, wet throat, I'm rubbing and fondling Lakisha's gigantic tits. Frantically, in fact, because I'm so unbelievably excited! My trembling hands are wildly rubbing and massaging the little girl's firm, massive honkers! Lakisha is so big! Her giant tits are so warm, soft, and giving, too. The way my flying fingers sink very deeply into her exciting tit meat is threatening to drive me over the top! Again!
While I'm crazily feeling her up, Lakisha is passionately licking, kissing, and tonguing every part of my torso her hot mouth, bulbous lips, and long, wet tongue can reach – within the limits mandated by my absolute need to keep mauling her gigantic milkers, that is!
Nor is that all. While I squeeze away at her massive, jiggly bosom, her soft little hands are lightly racing up and down as much of my body as she can reach, sensuously rubbing and caressing my hot, flushed skin. From time to time, her hands pause to fondle and cup my oversized balls. Lakisha lovingly caresses and rubs those giant appendages while up above Momma simultaneously sucks and swallows my straining, quivering cock. Wow! This family knows how to work together!
While all this is going on, I'm wildly French kissing Makeesha. Her slick, bloated lips are so cushioned, so swollen, so distended, and so slippery with our saliva! Her hot, wet tongue is very long, too; it's been passionately making an extended play for my tonsils ever since our lips first met.
As I've hinted, Makeesha and I had become totally and mutually infatuated within seconds of laying eyes on each other. To the nth degree! Totally! This was it! We just knew that our twin flesh was destined to become one! We were totally sex-stunned! We were almost in pain with desire! Sizzling jots of electricity were arcing between us. We just knew we would be passionately exploring every inch of our fabulous bodies very, very soon! And not just once! If there was a twosome among this foursome, it was us!
Man! I simply can't take my eyes off Makeesha — even when I was on the couch making out with her mother and groping her unbelievably gigantic tits, I kept sneaking looks at the impossibly beautiful and buxom little kid. And don't think Momma didn't notice, either! But it's OK. This is strictly an all for one and one for all type of situation. Still, even though these three woman are essentially beyond compare, if I had to pick one....
You can guess how ardent our kissing is on account of this scorching lust we feel for each other. Makeesha and I are so into each other! Our searching tongues just can't stop lashing deep inside our mouths.
Every once in a while, I draw one of Makeesha's huge, bloated. rubbery lips into my mouth and suck on its soft, blubbery sweetness for a minute or two. Then I lazily release the obese wedge of hot, soft flesh by gently scraping the bottoms of my teeth against its thickness. I can feel the pre-cum oozing out of my cock hole as I slowly, ever so slowly, draw back. The bottoms of my teeth form a gentle vise that frames the retreating mass of spongy, squashy lip flesh. Her massively thick lips are so huge and swollen that this slow, deliberate trip seems to take forever! Nothing wrong with that! Then I repeat the process with the other lip. It's so exciting!
As soon as the second bloated lip is released, our wide-open mouths clamp back together as if magnetized. After a few minutes of this face-swallowing French kissing, it's fun to jam the tip of my tongue under one of her fat, bloated lips and run the tip from side to side along the entire length of her gum line. I do it several times. I then repeat the process with her other lip and gum line. Again, several times. Makeesha then does the same for me. Several times, of course.
We alternate between soul kissing with our mouths so unbelievably wide open that mutual jaw break is the next stage, to opening and closing our mouths on each other as frantically as beached fish. As our mouths passionately open and close on each other, we twist and push and rotate our lips as if trying to grind them into sawdust. Man! Where did this little kid learn to kiss like this? Has she been spending too much time in the broom closet at school?
Because my hands are devoted exclusively to feeling up Lakisha's massive bosom, Makeesha has taken charge of the mechanics of our kissing. Her tiny little hands cradle the back of my head; this allows her to exert sufficient pressure to keep my slackened mouth strongly pressed up against her equally lust-slackened maw. At the same time, this continuing force keeps our opening, closing, slipping, and sliding mouths neatly fused together. All the while, our wagging tongues frantically and passionately duel with each other. Man, can this little kid kiss!
While we kiss and kiss and kiss, Makeesha has so positioned her overly buxom little body that her ultra-firm, double-watermelon tits are firmly squashed up against my trunk. Because our mouths are grinding against each other with such force and energy, her giant, pillowed udders are erotically slipping and sliding against my groin, stomach, and chest with real power. The way these giant, puddled, sliding globes of tit flesh mold themselves to the muscularity of my torso as we kiss and kiss and kiss is far sexier than anything I have ever felt before in my life!
In the process, Makeesha's giant tits seem to be getting into Lakisha's field of play from time to time. Into Mamma's too! With tits this big, it's easy for them to get in everybody's way. It's okay, though; they're all big girls now — boy, are they ever! — they can work it out! And they do!
Makeesha's sweet little girl breath is so intoxicating! She's moaning and even gurgling with passion! Our faces run with rivers of spittle. She's already told me she's absolutely frantic to feel my giant cock plunging in and out of her pussy! "Momma talk 'bout us but I sho' wish she' learn ta share!" she pouts, as we take a rare break from our passionate French kissing.
We have been frantically and forcefully kissing for so long that my lips are getting chafed and sore. So what! I can't get enough of Makeesha's hot, wet, welcoming mouth, and spit-slippery, bloated lips. She is such a hot little bitch!
Makeesha and I were wildly French kissing during both of my orgasms. The kissing, in fact, did not let up for a second during the entire length of both cums. We could not bear for our saliva-smeared lips to be apart for even a moment! No wonder my explosion of sperm lasted for five minutes the first time and for four minutes the second. Momma's mouth, tongue, and lips and Makeesha's mouth, tongue, and lips — what a combination!
On account of her frequent lubrication of my cock with liberal splashes of spit, Momma is making loud, wet sounds as she bobs up and down on my slippery pecker. It sounds so sexy!
Makeesha is the real noisemaker in the crowd, however. The wild, slurpy kissing caused by the spit-lubricated crush of our lips ... the noisy suction and re-suction of our slipping, sliding, and rotating lips as they break contact and then eagerly reattach as our endless French kissing goes on and on ... all this adds up to loud sucking and slurping sounds that resound throughout the bedroom on account of our unbelievably passionate and protracted mouth fuck. It should be pretty clear from listening to these lurid sound effects just how Makeesha and I feel about each other!
Certainly, Momma and Lakisha know all about it. From the smiley looks they keep exchanging, I can tell they think it's just so awfully cute! That's not the word I would choose, I can tell you!
Lakisha and Makeesha have been trading positions during the hour or so we've been engaged in this family frolic. It's true — Momma has so far refused to grant equal access to my cock. Or any access at all, for that matter! That's OK by me — I'd never ask someone to stop deep throating my big dick! Besides, spending time trading off between the sisters is so arousing! Makeesha's swollen lips and ardent kissing are highly electrifying; but it's equally thrilling to maul her very young, ultra-firm, impossibly massive tits.
As taken as I am with Makeesha, I don't lose very much in sexual pleasure when I switch from French kissing the younger daughter to working out on Lakisha's hot, thick lips. Makeesha can kiss, tongue, lick, and play with my body just as adeptly as her sister! What a talented beginner she is! And as for Lakisha's kissing ... well, a more passionate and eager French kisser would be hard to find! Except I did! Makeesha!
The combination of getting deep throated by Momma, wildly French kissing Makeesha, frantically mauling and fondling Lakisha's massive tits while she licks and rubs me all over adds up to the most intense sexual experience of my life! In fact, I don't think that sex could possibly be more exciting than this. It's just not physically possible. I'm actually a bit nauseated on account of being so unbelievably aroused for so long. I don't think the human libido was designed to remain this excited for such an extended period of time. Even my two mighty blasts of sperm down Momma's throat have not helped.
But with tits like this at hand, what's a fellow to do? Jesus! With the possible exception of Julie, I had decided that, in relation to body size, Lakisha might have the biggest tits on Earth. Little did I know! Her Momma is much bigger. And then there's Makeesha! Fuck! Her down-to-the-knees tits would be shockingly enormous on even a fat old lady. But on a slim, curvy thirteen year-old kid? The very idea makes me want to scream and moan with lust. Except I think I'm doing that already!
Makeesha's monster tits are so incredibly and amazingly firm! Man! Even though they are beyond huge, they are as firm as a pair of teenage B-cup tits! God! They're so solid and rubbery even though they're so unspeakably huge!
As you might expect, Makeesha has the biggest areolae in the family. They're the size of dinner plates. I long to tongue their rough, puckered expanse — that's coming up next! As much fun as it is to have a family orgy, Makeesha and I are already plotting to take a breather and sneak off to her bedroom for a little one on one! I just have to fuck her in private. At least for the first time!
Makeesha's nipples are really erect. They're about two inches long and harder than stone. I've never seen harder or more erect nipples. What's more, they're leaking lots of tit cum. Of course, she's almost terminally aroused — that could explain it!
This orgy on Momma's bed has been going on for more than an hour and a half. Momma suddenly announces she has a cramp in her leg. I'm surprised it's not a cramp in her mouth. Or her tongue. Or her lips. In any event, we all take a break to get up from the bed and stretch.
I'm standing next to Makeesha. I'm staring, bug-eyed, at her gargantuan, down-to-the-knees milkers. This little rest break offers me my chance to tongue her areolae and suck her nipples. I bend way down and cup her enormous left udder. I brace, bend my knees, and begin to lift. My mouth and tongue are so ready!
This goddamn thing is unbelievably heavy! The gigantic tit must weigh fifty pounds! At least! On account of its stupendous weight, I can't lift the goddamn thing! Little Makeesha, so petite and curvy everywhere but up top, must weigh nearly two hundred pounds. Amazing!
As a veteran of Julie and Lakisha's enormous loads of tit meat, I should be able to handle this matter with aplomb. Hell, when it comes to tits, I'm a heavy lifter! It's true I did have a little trouble with Momma's gigantic rack, but I handled it. With a little extra effort, this one should be just as doable. Except it isn't!
My distress is obvious to everyone. Momma cackles. "Whasamatter, Jimmy. You gone weak on us ... can't lift a tittie?" She cackles again. "I thought you was a man!"
Makeesha is more helpful. She lends her soft, little hands to the task. Still, though, it's no go! We simply can't get the proper leverage or something. How can a tit — even such a gigantic one — be impossible to lift!
Lakisha then steps over. "Here, you sillies ... let me help!" She adds her hands to the process. Makeesha's tit is so colossal that there is plenty of room for our six hands to work together on the undertaking.
I'm really frustrated by these difficulties. For that reason, I don't appreciate seeing the two little girls start to giggle. Not one bit! Apparently, they think that having to use six hands to hoist a tit is a hoot! Well, I fail to see what's so funny! All I know is that I badly need some tit! Makeesha's tit! At least all this giggling doesn't seem to be keeping us from working together on the task at hand. In fact, I have to admit to smirking a little as the act of cantilevering the giant mound of flesh upwards to my mouth proceeds.
Our cooperative effort finally brings the gargantuan tit to my hungry lips. I'm soon passionately flat licking Makeesha's dinner plate-sized areola. It's a beautiful milk chocolaty brown. Its texture is so thrillingly puckered and pebbled. I feel pre-cum leaking out of my love nozzle. Nobody's giggling anymore! Or smirking, either!
I switch to sucking her two-inch, fossilized nipple. Tit cum is just streaming out! I suck and swallow, swallow and suck. Next, we all repeat the process with Makeesha's extremely large right tit. Holding and squeezing and rubbing and tonguing and licking this much tit is so exciting! I don't know if I've ever experienced anything as arousing as the feel and heft of this gigantic mass of tit flesh! My cock is throbbing and jerking so wildly that I'm afraid this thrilling tit work may result in my whitewashing the entire bedroom with volcanic explosions of semen!
Momma saves the day. "Hey, you three! Git back on the bed! I got some serious cocksuckin' left ta do! Jimmy! Lakisha needs her titties squeezed, too. I know you be a goner over my littlest girl, Jimmy! I can tell! Thas ok! We gonna give you two some private time later on! But this be family time now. We gotta share our lovin'. At lease for a while! So less get on with it!"
Moments later, our sweaty, sex-stunned bodies are again intertwined. Momma is deep-throating my fossilized cock. Lakisha's massive bosom is getting thoroughly mauled and rubbed. Makeesha and I? We're back to our face-swallowing, spit-swapping French kisses. Man!
The unspoken understanding is that Momma is going to have to turn it over before long. Fair is fair. Before the night is over, I'm going to do everything to everybody — and vice versa! Makeesha has first dibs, though! And me on her! I've never been so excited in my life! Never!
I'm so unbelievably ready to fuck Makeesha. Frantically, hopelessly ready! I'm almost sobbing with desire to be inside her! In her room if we can but anywhere if we must. We just have to fuck! That's the bottom line! God, are we in a bad way, or what? I'm almost sick to my stomach with lust!
I'm dimly aware through the fog of my lust and passion that getting my horse-sized cock inside Makeesha's nearly virgin young pussy could pose a problem. After all, it was a close run thing with Lakisha; we were barely able fuck that first time at Sodom and Gomorrah. Makeesha is younger and undoubtedly tighter. We could be in trouble here!
Well. I just refuse to admit we've got a problem. Makeesha and I are so frantic to fuck that I just know we will get my monster cock up her pussy, past her cervix, inside her womb, and then God knows where after that! We just have to! I don't know exactly how we're going to do it but there is no doubt in my mind that we will do it! Somehow! If two people are as wild to copulate as Makeesha and I, that big old thing is going to go in. All the way in. You can take that to the bank! Period!
I know that each fuck stroke up her sweet young pussy is going to be as electrifying and thrilling as your average orgasm. You can't believe the amount of jism I've got reserved for splattering all over the walls of her nearly virgin pussy and then catapulting deep into the far reaches of her delectable young womb. I think it's going to be the most intense and long lasting cum of my life! I can't wait!
Wow! What a day this has been! And will be! I bet this impossibly beautiful, unimaginably buxom threesome pulls a gallon of semen out of my balls before we're through! In fact, installment number three could be coming right up. Those thick, bloated lips! Those hot, wet tongues! Those unbelievably massive tits!
End of Chapter 29
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