SIZE FOR SIZE
By Watchher50@aol.com

This is how it happened, and since I recall every moment of
that incredible hour three years ago with acid-etched
clarity, I am sure my account is very accurate.  But let me
tell it in my own good time: you really have to understand
how all the pieces fit together.

I'll start with the usual background, which is almost
completely banal in its mundaneness: Melissa and I had been
married about 7 or 8 years (husbands never get these things
right), we were pretty well off and living in a nice enough
suburb of Baltimore - no kids yet but at 35 she was starting
to think the time had come.  I'm in a sales management
position and she works in a florist shop, as much for
diversion as for pay.  As I said, banal middle-America
except for the one thing about Mel: she's got enormous
breasts.

True, measured, no-silicone  34DDs on an otherwise trim
frame.. pretty enough face and dark hair cut in a Jackie
Kennedy-style wave, trim waist, cute if largish butt and
nice if short legs.. but the sight of those ripe jugs
thrusting against her blouse would give  a dead man a
hard-on.  She's heard all the lines about "Ever see your
feet, lady?" and "What are their names?" etc. and has even
considered reduction surgery, but generally she is okay with
her "deformities" as she jokingly refers to them.  And you
can imagine I'm in heaven whenever I can slap my erection
between them, lift them up and over to bury it in her
cleavage (I can bring her nipples together easily), and then
empty myself onto her throat and chin.  If there's anything
off about Mel's rack at all is that she hangs pretty low by
now: she can easily cross her arms over rather than under
them, but frankly that just turns me on more, the visual
evidence of how weighty her jugs are. Me, I am nothing much
to speak of -- mid-30s average-looking average-condition
executive type: let's move on.

Mel and I are good friends - well, were good friends -- with
the Jensen's across the street: Lisa and Mitch.  Mitch is a
cop - detective in fact - and Lisa substitute teaches from
time to time.  He thinks he's Tom Selleck with the moustache
and all but he's not that good looking and certainly half a
foot shorter, whereas Lisa is quite a looker in a "gamin"
sort of way, all jet black hair in a pixie cut and a petite
frame that can't weigh more than 95 pounds - before you ask,
she is as flat-chested as Mel is stacked, you could probably
average the two women together into a nice full B cup. We
don't vacation together or anything like that, but we have
done many dinners together, a few concerts as a double date,
many a backyard beer-and-burgers thing. Mitch works mostly
nights and me days so we don't overlap a lot, but our
spouses do.. that is, Mel is home alone when Mitch is just
getting up and doing errands in the afternoon before heading
downtown.  And that provided just the opportunity the two of
them needed.

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Mel told me later exactly how it had come up.  She had been
getting sun in our backyard - you can imagine what she looks
like on the chaise lounge: she has to buy two bikinis to get
a bottom from one and the top from the other to fit right -
when Mitch poked his head over the garden fence and let out
a wolf whistle.  God, what a classic joke: my wife's
seduction starts with a wolf whistle!  He's ogled her
before, every man has, and I have learned to live with it -
but he never made a pass at her before this fateful day, so
I never suspected him more than anyone else.  My mistake.

Mel waved him in (she always liked to show off a little. as
much as she complains about her jugs and the backaches she
sometimes gets, she enjoys turning the guys on). He plonks
down on the grass next to her, in sleeveless sweat shirt
(likes to show off his admittedly massive biceps) and
swimtrunks.  The usual pleasantries ensue.  A moment of
silence comes - Mitch wants to say something but Mel decides
to wait him out.  Finally: "Mel, do you ever feel trapped in
your body?" "Pardon me?" she murmurs back, shifting to get a
better angle on the sun. "Come on, you know what I mean:
does it bother you that men never look past your chest?"

I can see Melissa now, peering over the rims of her
sunglasses to look at Mitch. "What a question, Mitch!  But
sure, yes, I get tired of that." "You shouldn't - I mean,
you shouldn't get tired of it, you're built like one in a
million, Mel."

Mel sits up now, propping herself on her elbows, staring
right at Mitch.. But also quite knowingly giving him a
superb view of tits and cleavage.  "Mitch, I appreciate the
compliment, but what's your point?  Are you flirting with
me?" Mitch grinned.  "Not exactly.  I guess I am not putting
it well, but you are a rare physical specimen, and I hope
you are appreciated appropriately." Mel smiled back, "Greg
"appreciates" me just fine, Mitch, two or three times a week
if you want to know!"

Mitch kept up the grin-a-thon, I guess to put my wife at
ease: "Oh I am sure he does, but is he - appropriate - for
you?" Mel completely removed her glasses now and stared at
Mitch hard - she told me later that she had at this point no
idea what he meant, but was getting a little turned on by
the line of banter --"What do you mean by "appropriate,"
Mitch Jensen?" Mitch stood up and walked over to the
garden's edge, pretending to inspect the roses as he
continued.  "I mean, Mel, that your physique must be rarer
than one in ten thousand.. And can your husband match that?"

Mel started to catch on.  "You told me a minute ago one in a
million, so I suppose I should feel insulted, but never mind
that.  But no, I suppose Greg is not as absurdly muscular as
I am absurdly endowed, to be honest.  So what?  I never went
for the Schwarzenegger type."

Mitch made a fake grimace but walked back to my wife,
standing close to her as she sat on the lounge, arms behind
her, breasts jutting out in full glory.  "I suppose I should
be insulted now since Arnie is my hero.  But Melissa, I
wasn't talking about muscles." The two stared into each
other's eyes: Mel was fascinated she said, but not sure why
- yet.  Mitch went on "You're a very big girl.  I'll risk a
question: what is your bra size?" Mel responded before she
could really think what she was saying: "Depending on the
maker, 32 or 34 DD or even F."

Mitch bent over to my wife - what a bastard - and made the
key move: "What do you think the male equivalent of such a
large bust is?" The light went on in Mel's brain and she
considered now how to respond. and decided she was just too
excited and curious to shut this guy down, just yet.  She
grinned at Mitch: "Oh let me guess Mr. Jensen, you're
telling me you're packing Long Dong Silver Jr. in those
swimtrunks?"

Mitch smiled again: "Another of my heroes, but you're right,
he's got me beat.  Want to find out how close I do come?"
Mel reached for her iced tea - she was getting tense now as
well as excited and needed a prop to occupy her attention.
"Um, Mitch, are you proposing to drop trou here in front of
me, a married woman?"

"Sure am, Melissa. but to make the game fair you'd have to
drop the top, too." Jesus, what am I getting myself into, my
dear sweet wife thought.  Unbeckoned by her consciousness
the image of Dave, a date from her junior year, came to
mind: a hunky lacrosse player who packed a solid 8" of cock
(he had told her the number, she hadn't grabbed a ruler):
she had really enjoyed that.  Well, time to put this guy in
his place. "Sure," she said, getting to her feet, "fair is
fair." Whatever possessed her to do this she is still not
sure of, but my wife at this point stood in front of our
neighbor Mitch, reached behind her back, found the clasp to
her bikini top, unhooked it, and let it fall to the ground.
Mitch must have been startled to see her bosom drop a good
three inches, but it didn't slow him down at all.  Some guys
like "hangers;" I know I do.  He went on:

"Very very nice Mel.  Very, very nice," gazing at Mel's
exposed chest. "Your turn, Mitch" my wife hissed
emphatically at the grinning cop. "Yes, indeed, my turn.
But do you want to see me downsized or in full extension?"
Mel had to laugh in return.  "Full extension is what
matters, babe.  Can't do anything with it soft!" She glanced
nervously at our hedges and fence, but no one was at any of
the neighboring windows as far as she could see.

"Okay, Melissa, give me about one minute.. It will take less
in light of what you're showing me."  Mitch surprised her by
turning away from her, and with his back to her, slipping
off his swimtrunks.  Nice butt, thought Mel with almost
clinical detachment, realizing the absurdity of their
situation.  How DID I get myself into this?  Her nipples
were hardening, but only partly because of the breeze.
because she realized what Mitch was doing: from the motion
of his arm she could tell he was masturbating himself, to
get to "full extension."  Jesus, she thought, this has gone
far enough, I have to stop this, it is not worth the risk to
see some naked guy with inflated notions of his dong's size,
and started to shrug back into her top, when Mitch turned
around- --- and my marriage ended.

From Melissa Compton's diary of July 18, 1999: My God my
God. what a clich but boy was it true.  He turned around
and there was this unbelievably enormous COCK sticking
straight out, hard as a rock, with his hand around the base.
The fucker looked a foot long and thick like I couldn't
believe..his fingertips did not meet around it!  Big big
balls, gigantic purple head, bulging veins, the whole nine
yards.  Not only bigger than anyone I have ever done, but
maybe bigger than all of them combined!  So much for my
"inflated notions" idea.  I sat down fast, weak in the
knees.  I'll never forget that first view.  You know I don't
masturbate much, but I went inside and got my vibrator and
came four or five times before I even got started.  Diary,
listen to me: I came more vibing to a glimpse of that -
horsecock - than I have ever come with Greg during real sex.
God, I never thought size matters but this is something
else.  He clearly hinted I could have it if I wanted it.
Will I call him?  Will I betray my husband?  My head and my
heart say "no," but my kunt says "yes, today, now, go to
him.. to it.  I could care less about Mitch, I just want his
dong.  Maybe that is not the same kind of betrayal."

"Now this is what I call appropriate to a 32 to 34 DD or
even F chest, Mel. and since you told me, I'll tell you:
it's a real 11" from base to tip.  If you like what you see
you know where to find me."  Mitch pulled his trunks up over
his obscene erection (though they did not conceal it of
course. he even nonchalantly left the pole protruding up
past the waistband to - and beyond - his navel) and left our
yard.. Though as he walked past my stunned wife he did
manage to brush one of her breasts with his fingertips.  A
few minutes later she came to her senses and put her top on.
A few minutes after that she was in our bedroom riding her
vibrator to four or five orgasms. A few days after that she
was in our bedroom with Mitch, and that's where I come in,
literally.

=====

You should see Melissa's older sister, Megan.  (Yeah, her
parents named all their kids with an "M.")  Not as stacked
as Mel, but no one outside a strip club packing 600 cc
silicones is.  But very hefty (D cup) and a bit trimmer and
shorter.  While Mel has never been unfaithful to me - up to
last year - as far as I knew - I had stepped off the path,
once, with Megan.  It was the scene of "left alone at the
ski lodge while the rest of the family hit the slopes"
during a family reunion in Colorado.  We were drunk and I
did her up against a running washing machine ("I like the
vibrations" she said just before she came).  Never repeated
the deed: never even mentioned it.  I suspect she spread for
me just for the thrill of doing her sister's husband, as she
definitely is an adventurous type. Why bring her up?  Guess
whose job took her to a convention in Baltimore last July?
No one ever has a convention in Baltimore, but here was an
email from Megan on my office PC informing me she'd be in
town from Thursday to Sunday.  She said she'd like to see
us, and then threw in the zinger: "Let me know when we can
get together.  I told Sis I would be arriving Friday.  Want
to help me with my laundry?"

Christ did I bone up instantly.  I wish I could say I felt
some twinge of guilt about it, but mostly I was trying to
figure out a way to get Thursday free to do Megan before she
"officially" arrived at our house the next day.  I suspected
she was hot for me for the same reason as before. but now to
do her "forbidden" in-law in her sister's own home town.  I
guess this stemmed from the pair's rivalry over boyfriends
in high school - a rivalry Mel always won when she played
her trump card, or cards - one low-cut dress and each of
Megan's suitors switched horses in mid-stream.  Pretty
foolish considering Megan's charms, but you only get one
chance at a rack like Mel's in a lifetime. Anyway, I was
wrong about Megan's intentions to do me in her sister's
hometown. she wanted to do me in her sister's house, she
told me on the phone!  Never one to look a gift horse in the
mouth, I agreed to play into her kink.  I checked Mel's Palm
Pilot and Thursday was all day booked at the florist.
Perfect.  I picked Megan up at the airport and headed home,
rockhard from excitement.  She almost jumped me in the
concourse, but I wrestled her off lest anyone who knew me
saw us.  In the car she was bolder, and soon her head was
bobbing in my lap.  I don't cum easily from oral, so we made
it home with erection intact and headed into the house.
Megan was shedding clothes in the living room as I pulled
her to the basement door (washing machine time I assumed),
but she plastered herself against me - topless but still in
jeans - yeah she was definitely a D - and whispered in my
ear: "Bedroom, stud: your and Mel's bed.  Now!"  I stripped
my shirt off and she pulled my pants down and we tiptoed
upstairs like two giggling kids - why we were being quiet I
don't know, I guess it added to the forbidden excitement.
She knew the way and led me to our bedroom.. holding my cock
like a handle all the way. We walked right in. --- and my
world ended.

I have to stop here for a while.  This is very hard to write
about, but I have to get it off my chest.  Maybe it will be
easier to write the next, crucial scene from the perspective
of a movie director, observing his cast.  A cast he knows
but is not close to. a cast where some stranger plays his
own wife..

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SCENE: Spacious bedroom, second floor colonial, upscale
furnishings.  King-size bed, sheets in major disarray:
someone has been having sex, and lots of it.  On the
night-table is a police revolver in its holster.  By the
window a woman sits in a chair, brushing her tousled hair.
Naked except for black lace panties.  Average looks, trim
body, but enormous breasts - would assume silicone except
they hang very low and heavy, indicating they are the real
thing.  This is MELISSA.  Someone is in the adjoining
bathroom, as there is water running.

ACTION: Into door at far end of room comes GREG, MELISSA's
husband, with MEGAN, her sister.  She is in jeans only, nude
from the waist up, also busty; he is nude from the waist
down. fully erect. she is leading him by his average-sized
erect penis. Both are smiling and excited but come to a dead
halt and freeze when they see Melissa, whose back is to
them.  They obviously did not expect to see her here.

MELISSA: "Ready for another round, Mitch?" (she calls out
without turning) From bathroom, male voice: "Any time you
are, babe, just toweling off." From bathroom emerges MITCH,
a neighbor.  Short, stocky, muscular, hirsute, wearing a
towel, drying his hair with a second one.  He sees MEGAN and
GREG.  He grins.

MITCH: "Hey Mel, we got company, and I think they weren't
expecting us to be here."

MELISSA turns on her stool and sees MITCH in towel, MEGAN
topless (still clutching GREG's penis), GREG pantless, all
frozen in space.  She is also stunned into silence as she
takes the scene in.

MEGAN: "Hi, Sis - surprise!"  MEGAN grins: she has little to
lose and is fascinated by developments.  She eyes MITCH.

GREG: "Mel, what is going on?  Mitch?"

MELISSA: "Same here Greg, what are you doing with my sister?
Megan you absolute slut!"  Melissa stands up, angry now,
breasts swaying heavily.

MEGAN: "Takes one to know one Sis. who's the hunk?"  She
releases GREG's penis, and is still smiling.

MELISSA: "Looks like we're caught in a case of turn-about is
fair play.  I'm fucking the neighbor while my husband is
doing my sister!  Christ!"  Mel is as confused as she is
angry.

GREG: "Okay, okay, maybe we call this a tie game and all
back up, get dressed, and back up a bit.  Lots of blame to
go around, let's not get in deeper."  He looks around at
each.

MITCH: "Sure, my man, no problem. I already did your wife
once, was just getting ready for seconds.  I'll get dressed
and go."  MITCH drops the towel around his waist and reaches
for his pants on the bathroom doorknob.  MEGAN gasps:
MITCH's penis is flaccid but is a good 9" long and immensely
thick, hanging heavily against huge testicles.

MEGAN: "Greg honey, this is no tie game any more: Mitch here
has a tie breaker."  

MEGAN steps forward and starts to undo her belt.  Mitch
grins at her.

MITCH: "Fine, we can do round two while these two have their
little spat."

MELISSA: "Megan you bitch, I have been waiting all my life
for this guy, you're going to steal him in my own bedroom?"
She is furious.  Greg is in shock.

MEGAN (now down to panties): "Yes, Mel, but there is enough
of him to share."  She drops to her knees and begins to suck
noisily on the enormous head of Mitch's cock.  He begins to
stiffen, strokes her hair.

GREG: "Let's get out of here, Mel, come on."

MELISSA looks at Greg, at his dwindling erection, and at
Mitch's growing penis in her sister's eager mouth.  She
pauses.  Her hand drops to her crotch.

GREG, sensing disaster, nervously: "Come on, baby, let's go
downstairs, let's talk this out."

MELISSA: "Maybe the time to talk ended when you came in here
with my slut sister clutching your cock.  Look at the size
of him!  He was right, he told me size deserves size and
someone endowed like me wants someone endowed like him.
I've been getting an earful about how big I am all my life,
Greg: now it's my turn to go for it.  Move over, Megan."

In horror GREG watches his wife come around the bed and
kneel before MITCH, who is now quite hard.  He just grins at
GREG as both women begin to slobber on each side of his
mammoth penis.  GREG, to his further shock, finds himself
growing hard again.

MITCH: "Looks like Greggie here likes the action."  MELISSA
looks over at GREG but does not stop her sucking.  MEGAN
stands up to strip her panties off, and MELISSA follows
shortly.  All three, very naked, move to the bed.  MITCH
lies down and lets the women minister to his erection, but
all the while he watches GREG.  GREG remains paralyzed in
the door, but amazingly erect, as he stares at the two round
rumps before him and listens to the slobbering drool of
their sucking.  He walks slowly to the foot of the bed,
transfixed.

MEGAN moves up on the bed to kiss MITCH deeply, and as she
does MELISSA sees her chance and clambers up to straddle
MITCH.

MELISSA: "Mitch, honey, I think I'm ready now.  The first
time really loosened me up." MITCH stops kissing MEGAN
briefly, to say to MELISSA: "Go ahead then sweetheart.. But
face Greg, give him a show."

MELISSA climbs off the bed only to turn around and get back
on, straddling MITCH again but sitting now across his
stomach, facing GREG at the foot of the bed.  MITCH's
enormous erection stands up firm and hard across her kunt
and belly.  She looks GREG in the eye as she reaches down
and grasps MITCH's penis.

MELISSA: "Greg, if you liked the action so far, watch this.
I took most of it before, now I want all of it."

As her husband watches in terrified silence, MELISSA gets up
on her haunches and crouches over MITCH.  Still holding his
penis tightly, she levers herself up and forward until her
kunt is right over the bulging tip: she is half-standing
now.  MEGAN breaks away from MITCH to look down at her
sister's backside and watch the impending penetration.
Looking her husband firmly in the eye, MELISSA slowly squats
down and guides first the head and then half the shaft of
MITCH's penis into her kunt. MEGAN murmurs encouragement
from her pillow: "You go, girl.  Christ what a cock."
MELISSA continues her descent on the almost purple rod, her
labia flaring outward to meet its girth.  Only a few inches
are left, and now she bounces up and down a bit to lubricate
the shaft with her juices, then resumes her slide.  She
begins a slow rhythmic moan. her sister is now frigging her
own clitoris violently.  MITCH has sat up and is assisting
MELISSA by clasping her ample buttocks and helping to lower
her down slowly on his impaling member.  He leans over to
look around her and watch GREG.  To his amusement, he
notices GREG is starting to cry even as his erection remains
firm.

MITCH: "Hey girls, look at Greggie: seems he's heartbroken
at having lost both of you at once to my big fucking
schlong."

MEGAN sat up as well now, to get a clear view of MITCH,
still masturbating herself furiously.

MEGAN: "That is so fucking hot, look at him crying, oh God
that will make me cum!" .and in the next instant,
simultaneously, as MELISSA sinks down the last few inches on
the massive shaft, embedding it deeply in her womb.

MEGAN begins to convulsively orgasm around her hand, buried
in her crotch.

MELISSA begins a an even more violent orgasm, her head
bowed, breath gasping, huge breasts jiggling, one hand
reaching up to cup a tit while the other presses her clit to
her incredibly-stretched labia. grunting out through
clenched teeth: "It's . so..fucking...DEEP!"

MITCH begins to laugh at the weeping GREG. And GREG, even as
he sobs, begins to spurt stream after stream of cum in great
arcs from his penis onto the bedclothes, gush after gush of
semen laid out as if on an altar before his betraying wife,
her bullock-hung fucker, and her kinky older sister. CUT

=====

The camera crew is exhausted.  Everyone take a break, get a
smoke.  Melissa, wipe the sweat of your udders with this
towel.  Mitch, still hard in my wife's kunt?  Feel good in
there?  Might as well stay put, she's yours now.  I suppose
a titfuck is next.  You might even try anal though you'll
split her with that weapon.  And Megan will want a ride,
too. God what a pathetic fuck I am.  I hated to see the
bitch betray me but Jesus it turned me on.  Oh Christ, she's
getting off him now.. Look how long it takes to sliiiiiide
that meatpole out of her.  He hasn't cum yet. and as much as
I hate the thought, I've got to see it.  I think this party
has only just started.

A gigantic cock to serve my wife's enormous breasts: I guess
it was inevitable.  I just didn't think she would "turn" so
quickly.  But she's already kneeling again, to lick the
shaft she worships now.  Again Megan is grinning her bitchy
little head off.  You know, I am starting to get hard again.

END OF PART ONE

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