Everybody Loves Large Chests Novels & Stories

Rosheen's eyes widened. "V-Violetta? You followed me?!" The woman rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her busty chest. My eyes lingered there, and when I looked at mine, I pursed my lips. I saw the other girls do the same. We are not flat-chested, but the woman has a big busty chest and the buttons on her blouse are about to pop. "Damn those big boobs!" Rosheen pursed her lips with furrowed eyebrows and groaned. I looked at her chest and stifled a laugh.

asked Eric for his autograph. "Bastard, come here if you want my autograph." Eric moved around on the floor struggling. "Hahaha," Alexander laughed out loud looking at the helpless Eric. "That's an easy matter once I'm satisfied touching your lover." Alexander wanted to touch Cassandra's breasts which looked prominent because they were quite large. 'Damn,' Cassandra closed her eyes because she didn't want a man as bastard as Alexander to touch something that no man had ever touched. Eric hasn't even felt a member of the body, which Cassandra is quite proud of because of its size.

Somehow, we'd done all this, but I'd yet to see her completely topless. Darcy's chest was as impressive a sight as anything I'd witnessed in my young life. She had a pair of massive mounds that were at least two sizes too big for her skinny body and topped with tight, cherry nipples. My sister saw my reaction and a smile crept across her face. Her cheeks even went a little pink. Darcy shook her chest for me, and I swear my eyes jiggled right along with her boobs.

The action did sting, but would it be weird to say that I liked it? I was blessed in my chest area. To say I was full, would be a slight understatement. I was a good D cup. Although sometimes I thought the weight I carried on my chest was a little unnecessary and I should maybe get a breast reduction surgery. But having Theodore do all of this to me, had me change my mind. I think he liked them. Or more than just like them with the amount of attention he was giving to them.

I was furious. I had to pour cold water over him to wake him up. Under my murderous gaze, Jack finally confessed that his ideal type was a supermodel. He liked women with a tiny waist, long legs, and a small chest. As for me, I did fit his ideal type except for my chest. Only then did I realize why he always told me to wear a chest binder. He told me that he felt jealous when other men looked at my chest, but the truth was that he could not stand seeing a big chest.

“Did you see Miss Voss in Lit today?” “Bro, her body is insane. Decent clothes, but nothing can hide those huge breasts and that nice ass.” “She’s the reason I’m suddenly loving Literature.”

At my mature age of mid-40s with a bit chubby stature I don’t mind my heavy breasts bouncing when I walk or move around and most people feast on my treasure with their eyes. I love it when traveling on crowded metro train. I love being pushed up against unknown persons male or female. The women would give me a pleasant smile of appreciation or a simple annoyance.

I sit up and unhook my bra, letting my breast feel free. Not only he's a good kisser on both my lips, but his manly hood is much more oversized than Eddie's. Will it fit? Not that I'm worried, but holy fucking shit, it's enormous. Thea, Effie, and Lily all told me that their man all have cocks this size. It got me thinking, does it run in the family? My vagina shouldn't have a problem since I gave birth to Leo, but it's been seven years, so I don't know if it fits.