Face Fuck Book #72-- Bombastic Bet

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Part 6 of the 66 part series

Updated 10/31/2022
Created 05/04/2013
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erectus123
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Face Fuck Book  #72-- Bombastic Betty

There she is, of course
       not bombastic on the FB
We've dated for years
       no need to marry
She has a nice income from her ex
As a burlesque dancer
Betty always made good money
You'd call her a "stripper"
       but there was more  
       then getting naked
She was an actress of sorts
Did revival burlesque
Played Gypsy Rose Lee in a flick
       would never do porno
       a shame as she had
       a fellatio routine on her back
       deep-throat
       just as I'm about to cum
      slips me between
      her creamy bombastics
Nuff said...
As she hit her late thirties
      her tits began to let her down
I thought they looked great
      she said they were loosing their fullness
The sack was the same
      but the breast tissue had shrunk
That was true
I could tell when I cupped them
       when were doing doggy...
What to do?
A career on the line
       a double whammy!
I took her to see Dr. Titwinger
       a plastic surgeon
       world famous
(If you watch the Discovery Channel
you've seen him operate)
The question was
       slice and dice?
       or stuff?
The former meant visible scars
        but a pert set of standup 36D tits
The latter meant minimal scaring
       while stuffing an implant
       the size of a mortadella 42EEE
       (she had two tits like potato sacks)
She left it up to Titwinger
While she was sedated
       he opted for a stuffing
She was pleased, no scars
       back in business with
       a stiff brassier  
I was happy wallowing between them!
All went well for ten years
       then she calls me
"Hon," she says, with her perfumed voice
"I just had a mammogram
       there's something wrong
       with my right tit"
I called the GYN
       she could not identify
       the 2 ½ inch long slender bump
       high up under the breast
       gave her a biopsy appointment
       emergency surgery on Friday
I called Titwinger,
      "Bring her by Thurday afternoon.
       I'll take a look"
      "Thanks Doc"
I get her to his office
      he's not there
      young assistant
      Dr. Titwingman  
      spends twenty minutes
      feeling her up
      (till he gets an erection)
      "Yes, something there, get it out!"
      (I almost grabbed him by the balls)
Next day I drive her to the hospital
       they operate, remove it
       turns out to be
       2 ½ inch piece of suture
       left over from Titwinger's job
       a small scar, she healed
       didn't affect her implants
       unnecessary operation!
But it scared the shit out of both of us!
       I still wonder
       If Titwinger would have figured it out
       saved us all that agony
After all
       isn't it just a question of tit for tat?

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erectus123erectus123over 10 years agoAuthor
thanks Ashesh and Todski

I guess part of the message is don't let doctors rush you into anything, particularly elective surgery complications and even more so coronary stents as these are big money makers and patients are often asked to sign consent forms before they even are tested. 2nd opinions need a little time and scares of fast growing tumors or imminent heart attacks are used to rush to the operating theater. A few more days in the above would have save Betty a titfull of mental and physical pain. I will be winding up this series soon and say my goodbyes to my dear writing pals.....

todski28todski28over 10 years ago
Scary stuff

better to be falsely alarmed than not alarmed at all.

erectus123erectus123over 10 years agoAuthor
ok Harry

after 3 glasses of vintage vino I am in no condition to argue

(but do value your opinion!)

HarryHillHarryHillover 10 years ago
I thought the last line was great E

don't want to change it. I was like the punch line of a good joke. was up, pizza time? I'll bring the beer.

Ashesh9Ashesh9over 10 years ago
Erectus , thought i had commented on this one earlier but ...sorry

Sometimes sheer relief is better than excitement ..........& years later both of you will laugh & laugh & laugh .....remembering ........?...!.......?

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