Everybody Loves Big Chests Novels & Stories

My future ahead is very bright and everyone could tell I've just begun living my life. "Ouch!" She exclaimed dramatically. "Sorry Sarah. I just suck at lying you know." I replied and she smiled softly. My eyes couldn't help but stroll to her cleavage for the 10th time today. She's not my type, but the naughty boy in me was wondering how her breast got this big. She used to have a flat chest, but now it is so full and obviously enticing to other men except me. I deal with big shots and my taste is very high and unique.

I'm really thankful for the button of my heart that I can't smell anything. Letting my hands do the work while my eyes are tightly closed I opened the chest. *screech* It gives a weird screech like it was not been opened for countless of years. Inside the disgusting trash chest, there is a human head. ----------------------------------------

Bryson's gaze moved from her face to her chest and stopped there for a few seconds. Betty hurriedly covered her chest, "Don't look at me! Answer the question." "I like your size." Bryson replied honestly. Betty's beautiful face immediately blushed, "I don't believe that you guys like big boobs." Bryson saw that she seemed to hold some resentment towards this matter, he squinted his eyes, "Did some big—chested woman provoke you?" Betty lowered her eyes, "See! You like it." The corner of Bryson's mouth raised into a helpless smile, "I like people like you who can hold on to everything with one hand."

Sex was fun, but not earth shattering. Maddux loved my boobs and paid them constant attention when we were in bed. Outside of the bedroom, he was glad I kept them hidden because he didn't want his friends taking an interest in my chest. His obsession with keeping me modestly dressed was a clue. I was in love and completely blind to the warning signs that Maddux wasn't who I thought he was.

He wasn't smiling. "Lecture? You and who else? And what about?" "About the fact," he said slowly, "that if more women looked like you instead of matchsticks, men would enjoy sex with their wives and girlfriends a whole lot more." Peyton thought her jaw would drop far enough to hit the table. "Excuse me?"

"Uh, have you girls been reading too many novels?" One roommate hugged one of my arms, and another hugged my other arm. The third massaged my shoulders. "Oh, stop being shy. We all know now. Camden is so handsome, and his family is rich. You've known each other since childhood. We're so jealous of you! Meanwhile, we have no idea where our boyfriends are." The corner of my mouth twitched, and I shook my head helplessly. - The sun was scorching hot the next day during orientation.

And it seems like that might just be my cup of tea after all. My t-shirt is riding up above dad’s grip on my waist, and Ashley’s hands reach in front of me to pull it off. I let go of dad’s shoulders for a second and lift my arms up in the air. Ashley tears the thin fabric off of my body and my breasts fall free, bouncing in time with dad’s thrusts. I watch Evan’s eyes turn ravenous as he takes in my full tits. They’re big and almost perfectly round – ever since I hit puberty they’ve been one of my favorite parts of my body.

-It's okay June, stop complaining, I'm sure you love the 4000 dollar champagne that you're sipping like grenadine juice. -Shut up and get out of there. Come out and show us your beautiful sexy ass in this dress. I hear my mother choking on her drink -No, but June, it's not okay to talk about my daughter's butt like that. -No offense Ms. Morales, Sasha has the biggest butt in New York and I want to admire them every time time passes. -June you know Sasha is getting married right? -Um… especially not with the right person. -You can speak loudly, I didn't hear you.

His bulky hairy chest was on display through his shirt that was left open and unbuttoned. “I am a forty years old baby girl and do you have a problem with that?”. Marcus answered in a deep bleak voice that sounded pleasant to her ear. “Love what you see”. He said with a proud smirk as he had caught her brown eyes admiring his body.

Especially the guys. This morning, I caught a group of football players talking about her. Describing her body. Her curves. How big her breast might be. It was disgusting. The way they talked about her like she was a piece of meat. But what made it worse was the insecurity it created in me. Guys these days aren't interested in skinny girls anymore. They want big things. Big breasts. Big hips. Big backsides. Everything I don't have. Everything Ella has.