Author's note: The character of Debra Tahtaz, her voice, speech patterns, and accent are a combination of actress Judy Holiday, 80s pornstar Kelly Richards and Mayor Quimby's mistress from "The Simpsons".
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"Goddamn, Larry, this is some hot shit," Britnee exclaimed.
Larry raised his head from between Britnee's thighs and looked over his shoulder. "Yeah... it is some good stuff," he replied.
Britnee slapped the top of his head. "I didn't say stop."
Larry turned back and resumed licking Britnee's wet pussy. The pair were on Britnee's bed watching a scene Lara had done just before her breast enhancement surgery.
On the fifty-five inch flat screen opposite the bed, Lara was lying on her side slowly stroking Eddie's long, fat cock while licking the swollen tip. Joe was lying against her, holding her long, shapely leg high as he slid his fat dick in and out of her tight pussy.
"Dude! The angle you got there... the way you fit it all in the frame? Perfect!" Britnee spread her legs wider. "Who'da thunk it, a nerdy, creepy dork like you could actually be useful for somethin'? I mean, yer a cinematic genius like... mmmm... More of that."
Larry mumbled, "I'll take that as a compliment, I guess," and continued licking the hot flesh crushed against his face.
"And Lara's recovering well enough," Britnee continued. "She might be gettin' the bandages off today. Not like mama... right there! Right fucking there...! I mean, Frank's gone through hell the past week the way mama's been cryin' and fussin' like they did open heart surgery on her... Yes! Yes! Yes! Eat it! OHHHH! OHHHHH! Eat Me!!"
Larry's tongue was dancing circles around Britnee's throbbing clit. He slipped a finger deep in her drooling cunt and rubbed against her G-spot. Britnee thrashed and bucked her hips against his face.
"Yes! Do it!" she cried. "Yer gonna make me cu-"
A loud knock on the door interrupted her cries. "What the fucking holy fuck!?! Seriously?"
Britnee pushed Larry's head back and rolled off the bed. She pulled her shirt down over her fat tits and grabbed a pair of shorts as she ran for the trailer's front door.
"Of all the... motherfucker better have a good reason... I was just about to... Oh! Hey!" Britnee was happily surprised as she opened the door to find Debra Tahtaz on the front step.
"Hey, kid," Miss Tahtaz grinned. "I hope I ain't interruptin' youz or nuthin'."
Debra Tahtaz was standing in a pair of sneakers, jeans that looked painted onto her full, round hips and a shiny, burgundy blouse that was unbuttoned and tied just below her enormous, perfectly spheroid, surgically enhanced, 9000cc breasts. Her thick, long, brunette curls did little to cover her monstrously huge chest.
Britnee mumbled, "So big..." then blinked and shook her head. "I'm sorry," she continued, "Please! Come in! Larry! Get dressed! We got company!
Miss Tahtaz stepped inside. "It's alright, kid. I get that look all da time! Hey... youz gotta nice little place here."
"Thanks. It's okay. Umm, what's up?" Britnee was trying not to stare at the massive cleavage just inches from her face with little success.
Debra set down the bag she was shouldering. "Well, officially, I'm heah to check on yer mom and yer lady friend and, unofficially... I wanted ta talk to youz about yer offer to do some a dat sexy bizness youz mentioned oylier."
Just then, Larry walked into the room. "Holy shit," he exclaimed. "Those are huge!"
Miss Tahtaz giggled at the sight of Larry standing slack-jawed staring at her enormous chest. "Well, hi," she said, noticing the equally enormous bulge in his cargo shorts that threatened to break through the fabric. "Dat's a nice, big salami yuh gots dere in yer pants."
"Shit," Britnee frowned at Larry. "Put your eyes back in their sockets and pick up yer jaw, dimwit! An' get lost! Me and Miss Tahtaz got stuff to do. Go over to mama's and tell her to get dressed. We'll be there in a few."
"B, buh... but..." Larry stammered.
Britnee slapped the back of his head and pushed him towards the door. "I said git!"
"He's cute," Miss Tahtaz said after the door closed. "Is that yer boyfriend?"
Britnee looked stunned. "Him? What? Boyfriend? Oh, hell no! That little creep is my main videographer and part-time stud. Where are my manners... Drink?"
"Shooah. Bourbon if yuh gots any. Fer a creep, he shooah gots a big package."
"Yeah," Britnee replied, handing Debra her glass. "I gotta admit, he sure knows how ta use it. Please, sit."
The two sat and sipped their drinks and made small talk. Britnee was growing hornier by the minute, she couldn't take her eyes off Miss Tahtaz's huge, fake tits. She felt almost hypnotized by them but, not the way she felt when Julie was near. This was pure, raging lust for tit flesh.
"So...," Britnee said, leaning closer to her guest, "You stopped by to check on Lara?"
"Yeah," Mis Tahtaz replied, finishing her drink. "Da doctuh got called away fer a special meetin' and since I had da rest a da day off, I said I stop by fer da checkup and here I am."
"Great!" Britnee set her glass down and stood. "Lara's in the back bedroom. She might be asleep. I gotta say, I didn't expect to see you out of your uniform when I opened the door.
Debra stood, grinning at Britnee. "Yeah, well... I only wear 'em at the office. They're so tight I'm afraid they'll bust if I'm outside an' I don't wanna go to jail fer public exposure. I get enough attention just like this."
"Umm...," Britnee said shyly. "Do you think, maybe... um... I could..."
"See 'em? Shoouh, kid. Here yuh go!"
Miss Tahtaz gripped the edge of her open shirt in one hand, slipped the other hand under the fabric and pulled her huge tit out. She repeated the moves with her other tit. It was a series of moves she had perfected years before. The desired effect registered on Britnee's face. The younger woman was practically drooling as the massive tits came into full view.
"So... big...," Britnee murmured. "So big and heavy and round... Miss Tahtaz, you're so beautiful! Your tits! Oh my God! So fucking big!"
Debra held her massive juggs in her hands and stepped closer to Britnee, pressing them against her face. "Go ahead, shorty, give 'em a kiss."
Britnee moaned softly at the touch of the soft flesh on her cheek. She kissed the giant tit tentatively then, as her lust washed over her, grabbed the tit with both hands and lashed the nipple with her tongue.
Miss Tahtaz sighed and pressed against Britnee. Britnee's lips locked onto the hard nipple and the tiny slut sucked for all she was worth. Debra groaned with ecstasy. Britnee released her grip and moved to the other tit.
"Oh, fuck," she groaned. "I can't get enough! You taste so good! Your tits are so fuckin' big!"
Miss Tahtaz felt her knees buckling under her. She pressed her tits against Britnee's face and then, pulled herself back.
"Jeezuhs, kid," Debra moaned, breathing deeply. "Ya gettin' me all woiked up heah. If we don't stop, I'll Nevah gets my woik done!"
Britnee massaged the massive tits in front of her. "What's the hurry? Ya gotta be somewhere?"
Miss Tahtaz grinned and stuffed her oversized tits back into her shirt harness. "Foist bizniss then, pleasure," she replied with a smoldering look. "Now. Whayuhs the foist payshunt?"
"Okay, c'mon," Britnee grumbled, ignoring the low pulsing in her hot, wet pussy. She led the way to the back bedroom.
