Thy Neighbor's Wife
(and Other Sins)
A Fantasy
by
Copyright 2001 © Richard O Steele. All rights reserved
Chapter 30
The almost inconceivably erotic daydream came to an abrupt halt. Lakisha had finally finished her shoptalk and had stopped talking — at last! She had started rubbing her fabulous body against the length of Peter's lean, muscled body. Peter's unimaginably arousing vision of quality time with Lakisha's family had suddenly popped like a soap bubble. Daydreaming is fun but it was clearly time to get back to reality. Especially when the reality was shaped like Lakisha!
"Yo got such a dreamy look in yo eyes, baby? What you thinkin' about ... whoa! ... lookie here! Yo cock be so stiff! Honey, I ain't never seen junior this stiff before! Hope you been thinkin' 'bout me!"
Peter smiled as Lakisha's hot little hands slowly jacked off his monstrous pecker. "Of course I'm thinking about you, baby ... who else?"
Lakisha's description of her family had been highly diverting. And arousing, too. More arousing than Peter was willing to admit, actually! The daydream it had engendered had been one of the hottest of his life!
Still, he resolved, it was equally an opportunity to learn some potentially unpalatable home truths. He decided to skip the obvious question of Makeesha's cup size and determined instead to cut to the chase. "So how old is your momma?" he asked. All he had to do, obviously, was to take that figure, tack on thirteen years and — voilà! — he'd have Lakisha's exact age.
Lakisha got a very nervous look on her face. "Shit, I don't know ... we don't keep track of shit like that in our family!"
"You don't know how old your mother is?" Peter asked, his voice etched with incredulity.
"No, that be ol' borin' shit." The youngster turned away for a second and then looked back at Peter, a vexed expression on her face. "Now, don't you be borin', Jimmy!"
"Well, then, how old is Makeesha?" With that number in hand, Peter figured he could get a rough idea of the older sister's age. And the younger one's, too, for that matter! He would get a less precise fix on how old Lakisha was than if he knew her mother's age but it would be close enough....
The look on Lakisha's face suddenly got positively dark. "Jimmy, you cut that out! We jus' doan keep track o' shit like that in our family! I tol' you that! It jus' doan matter!"
Well! This was simply not believable. Lakisha, Peter realized full well, had something to hide — like her age!
Peter decided to try again. "Okay. Let's talk about your huge tits. That's certainly not boring! So your breasts just kept growing and growing?"
"Yep! That ol' 26D bra got way too small in no time! I borrow one of Mamma's ol' bras to wear. It way too big but it be better than that tight ol' 26D. Then we looks around the store and finds a 28M — that be the biggest we kin find!"
"How old were you then?" Peter pressed.
"Hmmm ... can't remember. Probably got that 28M bra, oh, 'bout couple months, maybe a year after I got too big for that 26D thing. Who 'members shit like that?"
"And when did you get up to your present cup size?"
"Oh, a while after that. I don't keep track of shit like that, neither ... that's just more of that ol' borin' shit!"
Peter decided to drop the subject unless a natural opening presented itself. It was becoming clear, though, that Lakisha was very, very young indeed. Much too young for Peter, he was beginning to suspect! Furthermore, she was not about the share those data!
Instead he merely smiled, and said, "It's so great to be with you, sweetheart. You know, after we walked away from each other on Market Street that day, I thought we'd never see each other again." Then he looked at the buxom little girl a little sharply. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, Jimmy. Long's it's not borin'!"
"Were you hooking that day?"
Lakisha giggled. "No, not really. I jus' wanted to get it on with you, that's all. 'Course, if you wanted to give me a present after we made love, that be okay!" Then her face got serious. "The truth, baby, is I was startin' to think about hookin.' I was sorta tryin' out the idea with you that day, but I didn't try it for real until that night under the "L".
Peter cleared his throat. "I ... I have a confession to make. I spent weeks walking up and down Market Street looking for you. Even for your girl friends. But I never ran into you — not once! Or them, either!"
The buxom little girl laughed. "You silly! That's 'cause we be off from school! That's the onliest reason we be in Center City that day! Usually, we jus' go down to Market Street on Saturdays. What kinda days you look for me, anyway?"
"Well, during the week ... on my lunch hours."
"Well, you never see me then 'cause I be in school. Did you ever look on Saturdays?"
"No, on Saturdays, I'd be home doing yard work and stuff."
"Well, that 'plains it. We be down on Market Street on different days. No wonder you never see me!" Then the impossibly buxom little girl got a saucy grin on her lips. "Sure glad you read that ad in the City Paper, then, baby!"
That additional opening was now available. Peter thought he would give it one more final try. "So, you had a day off from school that day, right?"
"Yeah, some holiday or other, can't remember why."
"What school did you go to?"
"Oh, I's through with that shit! No more school! I hated it! I doan even want ta think about it! No, sir!"
"Well, no more school for me, either," Peter responded. "I was just curious, that's all. Don't want to share that with me, where you went to school?"
Lakisha looked more than a little uncomfortable with the question. She looked down in the direction of her feet — a futile gesture since her massive bosom totally blocked her sight lines! — as if trying to decide how to answer. When she looked up she mumbled something that sounded to Peter like "roads ... but I finished up. So I's though with that shit! Doan want to talk about it, neither! That's jus' more of that borin' shit, Jimmy! We gotta cut that stuff out!"
Lakisha nestled her fabulously voluptuous body up against Peter's. He sighed. Deeply. It was not worth pursing the point. Besides, he was not likely to get a meaningful answer in any event.
Still, Peter could not resist; he pushed the issue just a little bit more. "'Roads'? Did you say 'roads'?"
"Jimmy, you's gettin' borin' 'gain. Really borin'! Borin', borin', BORIN'!" Then the unimaginably swollen-chested little kid looked up at Peter with real pleading in her eyes. "Please doan be borin' — that would ruin everythin'! Jus' be my lover, okay, Jimmy? Please? Please?"
"Okay," Peter replied softly. "Let's stick to making love! That makes a lot of sense!"
Peter reached down and cupped Lakisha's thrillingly tight ass cheeks. They more than fit into the palms of his large hands. She then canted her bosom a bit so that the lovers' mouths could meet. Their wide-open oral cavities were soon torridly clamped together in a wild French kiss.
As the lovers devoured each other's faces, Peter had moved his right hand up to rub and cup the little girl's massive udders. Apart from his short-lived surge of lust during his idle consideration of a get together with Lakisha's entire family, Peter's giant cock had frankly gotten a little wimpy during his abortive investigation of Lakisha's age. The thrill of this torrid kissing, coupled with the unimaginable excitement of feeling up Lakisha's enormous tits, restored his equipment to running order in no time flat. In fact, Peter was soon sporting a raging boner!
After a few minutes, the long, deep kiss finally broke. Peter's frantic kneading and rubbing of Lakisha's beyond enormous tits did not, however.
"You know what, baby, when I think about seeing you on Market Street that day, it seems like your tits are actually bigger now than they were then. Is that possible?"
The overly buxom little kid smiled. "Guess what, Jimmy? They is bigger. I's still a growin' girl. I doan know when my tits is goin' to stop growin'. Who knows? They might get a whole lot bigger! You jus' got to wait 'n see, Jimmy!"
Peter's cock leaped at the thought. "Are you really a 30Z cup? Are your tits really that huge?"
Lakisha rolled her eyes. "That ol' measurement junk they put in the City Paper! Shit! That be their idea, not mine! Truth is, I gots an eighteen-inch waist and my butt's only thirty inches. I knows that! But, Jimmy, my tits is too big for the tape measure! Way too big! Leastwise, any tape measure I ever seen! These things way too big to measure — that's the truth! It be too hard to get the tape 'round 'em, for one thing. You kin call me a Z-cup if you wants, but I doan really know. Z-cup sounds sexy, anyway." The little girl giggled. "Sounds 'bout right, actually! I do know I been to lots of stores and they all be tellin' me there ain't no bra made that's big enough for me!"
The little girl then looked deeply into Peter's eyes. "That be 'nough tit talk for now. It be time for some action, baby. Whole lot o' action! I be wantin' some kissin' instead. Some sexy, nasty kissin! Some sexy, nasty huggin', too!"
The lovers' mouths were soon fused in an impossibly deep French kiss. Rivulets of spit flowed from mouth to mouth. Frequent periods of lip sucking and face licking intervened. Yet during all this wild kissing, Peter's hand kept working on Lakisha's huge bosom and the little girl was passionately petting her lover's massive fuck hose. The two lovers definitely knew how to keep things in perspective!
The buxom little girl finally broke the kiss. "Guess what, Jimmy? I gotta get to work 'fore long. I bet you gotta get back to yo' office, too. We got time to fuck another time?"
"I've always got time to fuck you, honey," Peter replied.
Lakisha hopped up and began to lick the improbable length of her lover's long, thick dick. She swallowed his massive cockhead and rolled her hot tongue around its velvety surface.
The youngster began to moan. "Hmm, baby, that cock be so big! Hmmm! I thoughts you was goin' t' need a real long blowjob to get you stiff again but you's as hard as ever!" The little girl laughed. "You gots your dick in that 'stuck' position again, honey! That's how stiff you is!"
"I wants to try somethin' real excitin'," Lakisha announced. "Hold yo' dick straight up and down, Jimmy. And scrunch yo' head up against the headboard like a good boy!"
Peter obediently wrapped both hands around his beyond-stiff hard-on and maneuvered it up to a ninety-degree angle. He then, pushing with the bottoms of his feet, shuffled his body as far up against the headboard as he could manage. Lakisha then stood up on the bed. Jesus! his boner extended to her thigh! She then centered herself over the cockhead and said, "Now, I's going to let myself down on that huge thing! I's goin' to fuck you, baby!"
Peter took the little girl by both hands. She reached forward and grabbed hold of the headboard. The buxom tart slowly flexed her knees so that her dripping pussy began to descend upon her lover's slick, bulbous cockhead.
Suddenly, there was contact! Peter could see his cockhead disappearing between her paper-thin cunt lips. At that very moment, Lakisha let out a huge, deep groan of pleasure and satisfaction. She also violently began to shudder — a new series of overpowering orgasms was starting already!
The impossibly buxom little girl continued to let herself slide down, down, down her lover's shockingly thick shaft. She was careful to do so very slowly! Peter was sure that her legs must be aching on account of the necessarily slow pace at which her busty little body was swallowing up his cock. Yet Peter also knew that, were she simply do drop down on his shaft, her insides could be torn apart. He knew the little girl was amazingly wet and open. Still, a cock of his size trying to enter such a young body mandated this slow, deliberate approach. Besides, nice and easy was so exciting!
Peter saw Lakisha's eyes almost bulge out as his cockhead encountered her cervix. She held her position for a moment, gently bounced several times, and then eased herself down a bit more. Peter now knew he was inside her womb. Yet there was still more cock to get buried!
Lakisha was moving her body from side to side and from front to back as she positioned the huge cock inside the upper reaches of her trunk. Peter was sure that his cockhead must be somewhere up around her esophagus!
At last, the giant cock was buried to the hilt. Lakisha's squished vulva was squarely resting on Peter's groin. She looked at her lover with a wide grin on her face. "Bet you thought I could never do that, huh, baby?"
Peter just smiled and enjoyed the sensation of having his horse-sized boner nearly splitting the buxom little kid's trunk in two.
"Now!" Lakisha went on, "I's goin' to fuck you, honey! Big time!"
The heavy-breasted youngster started sliding up and down Peter's giant love snake. After a few tentative journeys up and down the massive log, she started going faster and faster. At the same time, the range of her journeys up and down the slick shaft was getting longer and longer as well. Soon, she was long-cocking herself!
This loving was so exciting. The hot, velvety sensation of feeling Lakisha's slick, slimy, tight vagina sliding up and down his pole at such a rate of speed was so thrilling! The feel of love scum gushing out of her pussy and soaking his public hair was exciting as well.
And then there were her tits! Lakisha's watermelon-sized milkers — so, so big! — were not only flying through the air but getting crushed up against his groin and stomach each time the little girl buried Peter's cock all the way to the hilt.
Peter began to fondle the flying bags of flesh as they jammed themselves against his body. He then discovered that, with a little effort, he could match Lakisha's pace as she rode up and down his cock and, in that manner, fondle and squeeze her huge tits every inch of the way.
Peter could feel his already stiffened-up cock harden even more as he wildly rubbed and fondled her huge tits as Lakisha simultaneously slipped up and down that rock hard organ. He was even able to tease her nipples!
The breast-crazed fellow could tell that this frantic tit work was stoking Lakisha's fires as well. Her super-erect nipples were appreciably harder, and the overly buxom little girl had seemingly graduated from an orgasm every five or six trips up and down his cock to a new shuddering, stiffening cum nearly every round trip!
Peter could tell that the pace was really wearing on the little girl. He could sense that her leg muscles were shaking and even trembling with fatigue from the effort. It was clear she was running out of steam. But no matter — Peter was gaining steam. He could sense that a prodigious explosion of semen was just around the corner!
"Holy Jesus! Fuck!" Peter was screaming with passion. The giant-breasted girl had pulled another nearly paralyzingly strong cum out of his nervous system. His body was shuddering with unimaginable delights as intense thrills coursed up and down his body.
Seconds later, violent blasts of seed were looping into Lakisha's womb. As she felt the first hot creamy ropes of semen assault her insides, the buxom little girl began to scream with pleasure herself.
Peter kept coming and coming! This was his third ejaculation during this visit with Lakisha, yet his body was acting as if he hadn't shot a wad in months! It was so exciting to feel yet another vital blast of sperm blast out of his cockhole. The fact his orgasmic thrills were not even beginning to abate made matters even more spine-tingling!
Finally, after two minutes or so of this electrifying orgasm, the thrills subsided and the pulses of semen became less and less productive. Peter slowly pulled his little teenage slut down to his chest. He was careful to keep his still erect cock fully inside her body. He wanted this union, this closeness, to last just a little longer!
Peter and Lakisha lay quietly on the bed. They stared deeply into each other's eyes; then the busty little girl maneuvered her tits to one side so that the lovers could share a deep but gentle French kiss.
"I loves you, Jimmy," Lakisha whispered.
Puppy love for sure, Peter thought to himself. "You're so wonderful, Lakisha," he responded.
At last the lovers had to disengage. Lakisha slowly and regretfully pulled herself up and off Peter's half-stiff cock. The little girl went first into the bathroom to take a leak and clean up the many signs of love with which her body was coated. While she was gone, Peter jumped out of bed, pulled out the two one hundred dollar bills he had stashed in his trouser pocket, and slipped them into the youngster's purse. Even though she was here for love (or maybe just for lust; Peter hoped it was the latter), she was still entitled to every single penny. The couple then shared a tender but essentially hurried shower. They were both running way behind schedule!
"When do you have to be at work?" Peter asked as the couple stepped out onto Tasker Avenue.
"'Bout half an hour ago," Lakisha giggled. "I didn't know we'd be makin' love for so long." The little girl hooked her arm through Peter's and pulled her lover into her oversized bosom. "But I's sure glad we did. 'Fact, I could use some more lovin' like that! When we gettin' together again, baby?"
Peter had been looking for a cab for Lakisha while simultaneously trying to remember when he had dates with Julie and Toni next week. The fellow needed a palm pilot to keep his sex life straight! "Hmmm ..." Suddenly, Peter remembered the sequence — Tuesday was Julie and Friday was Toni. "How about Thursday ... right here ... same time ... is that okay?"
Lakisha smiled. "Thas perfect, Jimmy. I can't wait till you be fuckin' me again!"
The buxom little girl pulled Peter harder into her massive bosom. "I needs to hold on to you, baby! I kin hardly stand up! I's so sore I kin hardly walk! That nasty ol' thing o' yours be so big! When we be makin' love, it feel like that mean ol' thing be splittin' me in two ... make me feel like a huge tree be growin' inside my body."
The youngster then pulled Peter into her enormous tit with even greater force. "You knows I love it, though. It hurts so much but it hurts so goooood! You jus' my main man, Jimmy!
Suddenly, a cab loomed in the distance. Peter flagged it down. The driver seemed to be one of those immigrants from, say, Uzbekistan, who have been in the country for all of a week. He sure put on the brakes when he spotted Lakisha, though!
"Baby, why not ride with me? Drop me off at work and then have the man carry you on to your office."
Peter hesitated for a second. Riding with the little girl in a cab was a bit dangerous. It was much too public an act! Still, the danger paled in comparison with the electrifying thrill of being in her company for just a little bit longer. "Great! Get in!"
"No, baby, you gets in first so's I can sit on yo' lap!"
The unimaginably buxom youngster was as good as her word; she climbed right into Peter's lap. She snuggled close to her lover and whispered in his ear. "Does you like havin' little colored girls in yo' lap?"
"Oh, yes, baby, yes!"
"Hmmmm! Baby! That like havin' a little baby doll in yo' lap?"
"Oh, yeah!" Peter agreed.
"Is I yo' little baby doll, honey?"
"Sure are!"
"Does you like havin' this little baby doll in yo' lap, sweetie?"
"You know I do!"
"Hmmm! Thas goooood!" Lakisha raised her bloated lips to Peter's and softly kissed him on the lips a few times. Then, she licked his lips and cheek several times. Peter groaned and began to lick the little girl in return. In between licks, he rained tiny little kisses on her thick, swollen lips.
"Hmmm, baby, that feel so great!" she responded. "Think you oughta be kissin' 'n lickin' yo' little baby doll like this?"
"Oh, yes!" Peter groaned. He reached down, drew Lakisha's huge lower lip into his mouth, and passionately sucked on the bloated flesh for a few moments.
"Oooh! That so goood, Jimmy, 'cause yo' little baby doll loves to kiss you, too. 'Specially sexy kisses like that!" The ultra-buxom little girl then flung her wide-open mouth at Peter and ardently Frenched her lover for a few seconds. "And sexy kisses like that, too. Yo' little baby doll loves kisses like that! Nasty kisses!"
Peter was getting so excited he was afraid he was going to blow lunch all over his underwear. He might have come three times already this afternoon but this dirty kind of talk was threatening to blow the top off his libido once again!
"Hmmm, baby! What you think 'bout a little baby doll with huge tits? You like real big tits? Giant ones, I mean? Tits like mine?"
Peter reflexively reached up and began to fondle Lakisha's giant bosom. It was so soft, so giving, so immense! Even though she was wearing the tight red sweater over her makeshift bra, his fingers were sinking deep into the vast shelf of tit meat. He was too overcome with lust to speak!
"Oh, yeah! I kin sure tell you do! Think you oughta be playin' with a little baby doll's huge titties like this?"
"Yes," Peter groaned. He was almost terminally stiff!
"Thas gooood!" Lakisha whispered, "'cause a little baby doll like me needs her fella to play with her huge titties. It feel so gooood! She like that nasty kinda shit!"
Peter was now groaning with lust. This little kid was so sexy!
"Lemme ask you somethin' else, Jimmy."
"What?" Peter groaned.
"Do you think you should be fuckin' a little baby doll, stickin' yo' huge nasty ol' thing all the way up into the middle of her body? Think you oughta be doin' that to yo' little baby doll? Shootin' that hot, creamy stuff all over her insides?"
"Yes!" Peter sobbed, "I do!"
Lakisha smiled. "Thas gooood, too, 'cause yo' little baby doll needs to get fucked by her Jimmy so bad! Needs his giant cock all the way upside her body ... fuckin' her pussy ... fuckin' her womb ... fuckin' her stomach ... fuckin' her lungs even... fuckin' her everythin'! Oh, yeah, yo' little baby doll sure need her Jimmy to put it to her like that! She needs to be stuffed full of his big ol' cock! Needs that hot spunk inside her, too."
Peter could feel pre-cum dribbling out of his cock at a record rate. He was so hot! He was so amazingly stiff! He doubted he had enough spare loose skin to even close his eyes!
"Lemme ax you one las' thin'."
"What?"
"You gonna keep doin' them ol' nasty things to yo' little baby doll?"
"Yes," Peter whispered in a nearly strangled voice.
"Gooood!" the sexy little girl whispered in return, "'cause yo little baby doll needs them nasty things so bad! Needs you to kiss her, to squeeze and suck her titties, to play with her pussy, to fuck her brains out, specially. You promise to keep doin' them nasty things to yo' little baby doll?"
"Yes!" Peter sobbed.
"Goood! Then let's do some o' that shit right now!" Without a second's pause, the buxom whore and the handsome banker were wildly Frenching and tonguing each other. The wet sounds of their soul kissing along with their deep groans and moans reverberated throughout the interior of the cab. They were totally out of control. Peter was mashing his hot hand deep into the little girl's swollen bosom. She was wiggling her tight little bottom against Peter's straining hard-on. Their thick lips were getting totally mashed and contorted as they slipped and slid against each other. Lakisha's sexy talk had driven both of them up the wall! It was as if the two had not seen each other for months and were trying to make up for it during a ten-block cab ride!
As the cab wheeled around the corner from Tasker onto Broad Street, Peter had glimpsed the driver adjusting his rear view mirror. The fellow had tilted the mirror down so he could view the action — what an asshole!
Well, Peter was too far gone with passion to care. The wild kiss went on and on. The lovers were opening and closing and twisting their mouths against each other's lips in a vain attempt to get further into each other's faces. Saliva was streaming down their chins and necks. The lush feel of Lakisha's huge, bloated lips was so exciting — the way their cushioned fullness spread out against Peter's straining mouth was almost unbearably arousing!
Around Wharton Street, Lakisha broke the kiss and stuck her wet tongue deep into Peter's ear. Then she murmured, "Touch me, baby!"
Peter moved his hand from the youngster's gargantuan tits and slipped it under her tiny skirt. The little slut had not put her panties back on! And her pussy was just running with muck that was leaking all over Peter's lap! The fellow might be facing another change of clothes at the office!
Peter's fingers grazed Lakisha's vulva. She licked Peter's ear once again, and whispered, "Stick it in, Jimmy! All the way in!" Peter was soon finger fucking the little girl with long, fast strokes. Almost immediately, he graduated from one to two fingers. The little kid was so hot that the sloshing sounds being made by his fingers were probably audible in the front seat. Well, Peter thought, enjoy the show! Asshole!
Lakisha had been shuddering and clenching her body uncontrollably as the result of a monster orgasm for over a block as the cab took the turn off South Street onto 11th Street.
"Stop number one, boss," the cabbie announced in an unnaturally hearty voice as he screeched to a stop at the corner.
Lakisha actually had to remain seated in Peter's lap for a few moments until her orgasmic shudders had subsided. The overly stacked little girl then gave her lover a final French kiss, scampered off his lap, and climbed out of the cab. "Call me 'bout our next date," she whispered, leaning back into the cab, her monstrous sweater-clad tits hanging down almost to her knees. "Soon! I gotta know what time on Thursday so's I kin arrange my work schedule."
Her skirt was so short that, on account of its hiked-up hem, Peter could clearly see her hairless snatch for a second as she wriggled out of the cab, pivoted her body so that her momentum caused her huge bosom to swing to the left of her trunk, and then stepped down onto the sidewalk. The driver, whose eyes appeared ready to pop right out of their sockets, had obviously seen the entire show as well. Lakisha was just plain unbelievable! And she was all Peter's. If he wanted her! If, that is, he was willing to risk it!
The driver was silent for about ten seconds after Lakisha had hurried down the sidewalk and opened the door to the apartment block in which Sodom and Gomorrah was located.
"That little girl of yours. Man! She's really something, boss!" The driver's voice was thick with lust and astonishment. Well, who could blame the guy? Peter himself was too overcome with lust to even answer!
"Where to, boss?"
After the little show and tell, and considering the nature of that comment, Peter knew better than to get dropped off at the front door of the Bank! "16th and Chestnut will do it," he announced, his voice still a little thick with unrequited lust. He was careful to tip the fellow a five-spot at the end of the trip in a blatant attempt to purchase his discretion. Still, Peter knew in his heart that the extremely erotic story of this white suit and his unimaginably beautiful and impossibly buxom little mulatto bitch who got French kissed, seriously felt up, and then finger fucked during the short trip from the Tasker Arms to 11th and South Street, was going to make the rounds of every cab stand in the city. Probably before the sun had set, in fact!
After getting out of the cab, Peter bought an Inquirer to hold over the front of his pants. Although his suit coat was carefully buttoned, he dared not risk revealing what he was afraid was some serious staining in the general area of his crotch! Besides, his boner had not entirely subsided. Peter was hardly fit for polite company!
When Peter got back to the office he dealt first with his phone slips. Thank goodness there were only a couple of them; thank goodness as well none of them was from Amanda!
He then went into the bathroom and frantically whacked off. He had spilled a lot of seed with Lakisha at the Tasker Arms but that last little scene in the cab required one last cleansing of the system! To his amazement, it took less then ten strokes to start pulling long spurts of semen out of his throbbing cock! Spending time with Lakisha was some kind of a turn-on!
Peter then gave his pants a close inspection. Well, they had to go! Some highly noticeable pre-cum stains were scattered across the front of the pants along with some lighter discoloration which he assumed was the product of Lakisha's dripping, panty-less bottom. Thank God for his spare set of clothes! Trousers and underwear!
With that business out of the way, Peter clicked onto the Philadelphia school system's website. It listed the local public schools alphabetically by type. He scanned the list of high schools; there was nothing on the list that sounded at all like the word Lakisha had muttered. Peter felt dismayed. If the word she had mumbled did not match up with a high school ... then what?
With sinking heart, Peter switched to the list of elementary and middle schools. To his dismay he found a listing for an E. Washington Rhodes Middle School. Jesus! Could that be it? Please God, let it not be it! The location of the school — 29th & Clearfield in North Philadelphia — geographically fit the bill, however. Ditto for its racial composition — 1127 African-Americans, 9 Latinos, and 3 Whites — which the school's web site helpfully supplied.
A chill ran up Peter's spine. If he remembered correctly, middle schools catered to kids between the ages of eleven and thirteen! If this was the school, Lakisha could not be more than fifteen right now! Tops! Jesus!
Peter did the math. It was less than a year since he had encountered the girl on Market Street. If she had been thirteen then, she could be hardly more than fourteen now. She might have been held back a grade at some point but even that would make her fifteen years old at most! Jesus! What do I do now? Peter asked himself!
Still, Peter decided he did not want to go off ... half-cocked, if you'll pardon the expression. Maybe she was saying something else, like she got her education on the "road", or on the street. Street knowledge as opposed to book learning, that is. That could be it, Peter decided. That's a common expression! Perhaps that was what she was saying.
Besides, Peter reasoned, a place like Sodom and Gomorrah would never hire a girl under eighteen. Would they? Surely, they would check her out. They would have to be careful! I mean, they could go up the river for years for hiring a fifteen-year-old escort. So it stands to reason they must have checked it out by demanding her birth certificate and driver's license. Hell, things must be okay! She would just have to be eighteen and be able to prove it even to get hired. Peter was sure he could rely on that. Whew!
Peter suddenly felt a moment of peace. His fears just had to be unreasonable and overblown. Lakisha looked awfully young but she just had to be eighteen at least! Hell, you'd have to be eighteen to have tits like that! How could a thirteen to fifteen-year-old girl possibly have a 30Z-18-30 figure — assuming those were her actual measurements? Or know how to fuck and make love the way she does. Come on, Peter ... get a grip! Continuing to see Lakisha, Peter decided on balance, was a reasonable thing to do!
Peter's certainty on the subject lasted less than 24 hours. The next day, after grabbing a steak at Rick's, he stopped by the Jenkins Memorial Law Library for real! He wanted to see what he was getting himself in for. Just to be on the safe side, you understand.
Peter checked the statute books. Pennsylvania Consolidated Statutes Annotated Title 18, § 3122.1 provided that "a person commits a felony of the second degree when that person engages in sexual intercourse with a complainant under the age of 16 and that person is four or more years older than the complainant and the complainant and the person are not married to each other." With sinking heart he realized that the statute could be describing Lakisha and him! Gulp!
Next, he asked himself, "What the hell is a second degree felony?" A little more reading provided the answer. Title 18, § 106(b)(3) stated that a person taking a fall for "a felony of the second degree ... may be sentenced to a term of imprisonment, the maximum of which is not more than ten years." Ten years! Ten years for fucking that buxom little whore! He might be the one going up the river! Was the risk worth it? Ten years! Jesus!
Every coupling with the impossibly swollen-chested kid might be rape! Jesus! This girl could be trouble! Poison, in fact!
Well, Peter said to himself as he cut through the City Hall courtyard on the way back to the Bank, Lakisha might be all of those things but still.... What this "but still" meant was that Peter was hooked. No way could he give up his visits with the giant-titted little beauty. In for a dime, in for a dollar. And who knows? Maybe the little girl really was old enough! It wasn't impossible! Peter was simply going to have to hope that the gods were with him on this one. Though why the gods would want to help a thirty-some-year-old adulterous banker continue to fuck a black underage prostitute was a question Peter was finding it difficult to answer!
End of Chapter 30
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