Author's Note:
Mrs. B's Story, Part 1 was one of the first stories I posted here at Literotica. I've received more requests for a follow up (and more positive feedback, thanks!) for that story than anything else I've written.
For the longest time I had no ideas that worked out for a Part 2. And then the phrase "Two weeks of HELL!" popped into my head. The rest fell into place pretty quickly.
Given all the requests I can only hope that this continuation is up to the challenge! You will let me know, won't you?
"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking!"
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It's been two weeks!
Two WEEKS!
Two weeks of Hell!
What had I been thinking?
When my darling Deirdre came home from college I told Harold that we would have to be discrete. That we should not get together as often as we had been doing since Deirdre left for college.
What? Was I insane?
Having had sex with Harold almost every day for the past nine and a half months why did I think I could just quit, cold turkey?
Two weeks with out feeling his mammoth prick spreading my pussy lips! Two weeks without having him thrust his enormous cock deep into my spasming pussy while he sucked on my giant tits! Two weeks with out getting fucked until my brains melted and flowed out my pussy?
I was miserable.
And to make it worse, I was pretty sure that Deirdre was getting some of what I had chosen to give up!
When she came home the first person she went to see was Harold. They went out that night. To see a movie, she told me.
They saw each other frequently. Not every day but often enough. Movies, picnics, hanging out at the malt shop. What ever. Two weeks of their getting together. And two weeks of me getting...nothing! Oh, I went to town from time to time and teased men with my massively endowed body.
I even accepted some dates, secretly hoping to make Harold jealous. But as before when there was sex it paled in comparison with the experiences I had had with Harold and his gargantuan, ever fountaining prick. Cumming again and again seemed to be impossible for the guys I dated. Once or twice seemed to be the most I could expect. I needed more. I was used to getting so MUCH more!
So after two weeks, once again Deirdre and Harold went to see a movie. I stayed home, sat on the sofa and watched TV. And felt sorry for myself.
They came home, as promised, by eleven. I had fallen asleep on the couch watching a dull movie. But I awoke when I heard Deirdre and Harold sit on the porch swing. The window was open to catch the night breeze and I could hear everything.
"Give me a kiss," said Harold. "We've been seeing each other for two weeks now. Don't you think it's time we moved past the hand holding stage?"
"Oh, you're so impatient!" Deirdre responded. "But..."
There was a period of silence broken once in a while by a sigh or soft moan as the two young people exchanged kisses.
I risked taking a peek over the back of the sofa and saw that, as months ago, Harold's hand was under Deirdre's blouse and her hands were groping his crotch. As I ducked back out of sight I saw her start to draw his zipper down.
"I'd almost forgotten just how big you are," Deirdre told Harold in a husky voice. "I never met anyone at school who has a cock as large as yours!" There was a pause. "My roommate thought I was lying when I described how long and thick and hard your dick gets!"
"Oh, look at you," she cooed. "No underwear? Going commando, are we?" Harold never wore underwear any more. I had never liked having to struggle to pull his dick out when it got entangled in his underwear so he had stopped wearing briefs. And now Deirdre was able to take advantage!
"Uh, uh," I recognized that sound. Harold was getting hard! He usually grunted and gasped when we played together. I had learned to judge how close he was to ejaculation by the kinds of sounds he made. I could tell that he was enjoying himself, but he was no where near to cumming.
"Does that feel good?" she cooed. I imagined her fist racing up and down his shaft as it grew harder and harder.
"Yeah, that feels good," moaned Harold. "Keep doing that!"
"Oh, you're so long!" she exclaimed. "Here, honey, feel up my titties. I like that!"
"Nice boobs, Deirdre" he told her. "You seem to have grown some at school."
"Grown some? Some?" her voice was incredulous. "I've gone from 34-Double E to 34-Triple H! My bust measurement went from 40 inches to 44 inches! I've always been large. Now I'm huge! No one at school was better built than me! No one had larger tits!" she bragged.
'No one at school,' I thought. 'But here at home you're a poor second to the mammoth melons on MY chest!' I gazed down at the 68 inch bust line that filled a 38-T cup bra to over flowing. Catching sight of my feet was a rare thing these days!
"Yeah, nice!" Harold complimented her. "Very nice!" He probably was comparing her rack to mine. And finding that she came up short, I thought smugly to myself.
"Oh, I have to try this," Deirdre gasped. I heard the swing creak as the young couple moved around.
"My God, you're so thick," her breath caught as she worked. "I don't think it'll fit."