All characters are eighteen years of age or older. Please comment and let me know what you think of the story. Thank you for reading!
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"Ohmigod it's huge!" Layla exclaimed in wide-eyed excitement.
Jason closed the door to the convertible after getting out, and walked closer to the building at which the blonde driver was marveling. The white house in front of him was beautiful and large, certainly larger than any residence he had been inside. He didn't expect anything less after traveling from the gate, all the way down the property's long driveway. It had taken awhile to drive up the grounds of the property, and it was a beautiful day.
"It's seven thousand square feet. It only took me a little while to find one with enough rooms. There is a pool in back, and inside. There's a gym. A rec room. More stuff, too. Pretty much everything you would want," the nameless gorgeous girl in the backseat stated.
"Why did you bring me here?" Jason asked while turning from the big house to the girl whose name was still withheld from him.
"I wanted to show you the house I bought for us. Do you like it?" the raven haired beauty responded, displaying her pretty smile.
Jason couldn't hide his surprise.
"You bought this house? How could you afford it?" he questioned in disbelief.
"The same way I afforded this car. The only reason I'm not driving it is because of my tits. They are way too big and I can't get them in front of the steering wheel. Layla's nice enough to drive though," she winked at the blonde.
"Hey! I've got huge tits too!" Layla snapped back with a bit of jealousy.
Both of them had crazily giant knockers. Layla's bust just managed to squeeze behind the steering wheel, but the nameless girl's chest certainly wouldn't have been able to fit.
"Go inside, a friend of ours is there to meet you," the eighteen year old said, ignoring Layla's interjection.
"Who's inside?" Jason said warily.
The girl whose name Jason was not privy to flashed her brilliantly white teeth and leaned over in her seat. Her low cut top revealed her ridiculously deep cleavage, produced by her insanely giant tits. He stared into it, feeling his face become hot.
"Go inside and check it out. Layla and I have some errands to run, so we will pick you up later," she urged.
Layla pushed the gas and the convertible started to roll away, shaking her huge boobs. Her blonde hair blew in the wind as the car turned down the driveway, and she laughed happily. The girl in the back seat turned and shouted to Jason.
"Just go inside!" she repeated.
Jason turned and looked at the house. The house an eighteen year old slut he had cheated on his wife with bought for him. He wondered if this had gone too far, and briefly considered taking a bus home, back to his wife. Maybe he shouldn't be fucking two gorgeous, huge tittied sluts behind his wife's back. He probably shouldn't meet whoever was inside to greet him.
But one look around the house surely couldn't hurt, he thought.
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Jason walked into a foyer and saw a small rug on which to put his shoes. He removed them and set his feet on the hardwood floor. The hallway in front of him stretched to the left and right, with ornate paintings hanging on the wall. A set of stairs to the second floor stood directly in front of him. As he started to climb them, he heard a noise coming from a room down the hallway. He changed his direction when he remembered he was supposed to meet someone inside.
Each step Jason took seemed heavier as his nervousness grew. He had already cheated on his wife twice. It wasn't right. He really should just go home and be loyal to his marriage. But he shook the thought away, knowing he was jumping to conclusions. Maybe the person he was supposed to meet was harmless.
Jason turned into the first room to the right, which opened into a large two room area. He was standing at the end of a large living area, complete with comfy furniture and the largest flat screen television he had ever seen. A skylight illuminated the room, and Jason stepped onto soft carpet.
The living area opened into a kitchen floored with white tile, which had an island with a marble counter in the middle. Jason started towards the kitchen but froze when he realized someone was standing behind the island at the opposite counter along the wall, back turned to him.
Gorgeously red hair radiantly flowed over her shoulders and down her back, cascading past what Jason could see. Her arms were pale and exposed, focused on an unknown task. Jason's heart skipped a beat and briefly considered a quiet escape.
"So you're the guy?" the girl called out rather tersely, not turning her head.
Jason gulped heavily.
"I...Yes. I'm Jason. Layla and...you know who sent me in. You are their friend?" he timidly guessed.
The girl tossed a knife into the nearby sink and washed her hands. Jason caught a glimpse of sparkling emerald painted fingernails. After drying her hands with a washcloth, she draped it over the neck of the faucet. She picked up whatever she had been working on and Jason's blood pumped more quickly as he anticipated her reveal. The female turned and moved around to the front of the kitchen island. Jason's face was unable to hide is growing amazement by the second.
He was most certainly in trouble.
This girl's steps were preceded by two absolutely massive, tremendously humongous, chest boulders. The colossal orbs were impeccably round and perky, shoving themselves out for feet in front of her. The sheer immensity of these tits was enough to curse any woman, but she carried their back-breaking size with aplomb. Her green sundress's neckline hardly existed, plunging indecently to display all of her deep cleavage. Each step she took sent small tremors through the vastness of her chest, which threatened to pop right out of her clothing.
The curve of her waist narrowed pleasingly and curved outwards more than generously at her hips. Jason suspected her dress was supposed to fall down close to her knees but the fabric only made it to her upper thigh, barely covering the goods. It must have been because it draped over her astonishingly prodigious butt like a waterfall going over a cliff side. The bodacious bum jutted out much too far and was much too round.
Her legs were long and white, a glamorous sheen coating her all the way down to her bare feet. Her toenails matched her fingernails' verdant sparkle.
Jason felt his pants tighten as the sight of her made him nurse a semi.
Jason finally looked this stranger in the eyes. She possessed two beautifully hazel eyes.
"I'm Valentine. Val for short," she concisely offered.
She picked up a piece of cut fruit from the plate she was holding, and pushed it past her ruby lips. Closing her eyes as she savored the sweet flavor displayed her lovely green eye shadow. Val continued to eat her fruit, not really paying Jason any attention. Growing more awkward as he watched silently, he tried to fill the air with words.
"So..," he started.
