One of our next-door neighbors was super welcoming when we moved in, giving us housewarming gifts and offering for their family to meet ours. Within a month, we had solid friends of the family in our new location... but there's a major problem.

The neighbors' daughter, Kat, was blessed with one of the biggest pairs of tits you've ever seen in person. The 19-year-old's assets wouldn't be so big of a problem if she didn't flaunt them around you any chance she got. You could swear she was doing it on purpose. BBQ in one of your backyards? Skimpy tank top, they're practically spilling out. Dinner party? Blatantly small V-neck. And the worst—an afternoon at the neighbor's pool? A bikini sporting a cow print. I even heard her mother mention how she was dressing unusually revealing several times.

Flash forward six months and I've developed a condition. Hyperspermia for sure. My balls swell constantly, heavy and aching, and my ejaculate's volume per orgasm is exponentially higher than even the most fertile man. It started out as a fun new quirk for me and my wife, but quickly got old and even led to our sex life slowing down significantly.

Not having proper release like that really gets to you, almost like it's clouding your judgment. It's harder to just do your best and ignore Kat's incessant teasing. But at this point, during a brutal 7-week dry spell, she's practically asking for it. My hyper-stimulated body is at a breaking point, loaded to maximum capacity, and the next chance I get when we're alone, I'm going to give her exactly what she's been begging for.

Whether it happens during another scorching afternoon by the pool or when she sneaks over under the guise of borrowing something while my wife is out of town, the tension has snapped. The heavy, swollen ache in my lower half demands immediate relief, and those massive breasts of hers are going to be completely drenched in gallons of pent-up heat before this day is over.