Everybody Loves Large Chests Novels & Stories

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.

Only afterimages of Declan can be seen as he keeps moving, ripping, and yanking their clothes and underthings off and shredding them into so many tiny chunks. In the space of five minutes, the more than one hundred fully clothed people become stark naked! Hairy pussies. Shaved pussies. Pink pussies. Black pussies. Pink clits. Black clits. Big holes. Tiny holes. Standing boobs. Sagged boobs. White skin. Black skin. Curvy bodies. Slender bodies Chubby. Big plump boobs. Medium boobs. Small boobs. Big asses. Medium asses. Small asses. Broad chests. Regular chests. Big dicks. Small dicks. Hairy dicks. Shaved dicks. Fair dicks. Black dicks. Pink caps. Red caps. Black caps. Fair balls. Black balls.

So had Mallory. The huge doors connecting the various rooms stood wide. A pornographic video was playing, erotic images appearing on the massive television scene, blown up and exaggerated. The size of the actors’ penises was unbelievable, gargantuan appendages rearing from matted undergrowth above balls like hairy coconuts. The so-called actresses, were notable for their outsized tits, which they used vigorously, wrapping their lovers’ cocks in them, rubbing them up and down. There were close-up shots of their pussies, looming larger than life — great dark caverns that might intimidate a nervous man. ‘Look at her cunt!’ Tony exclaimed in amazement, staring up at one particularly large lady.

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. ----------------------------------------

Bianca squealed, looking up at her ex-boyfriend's father; James moved his arms up his chest, trying to act sexy, and began unbuttoning his shirt, letting his full gut hang loose. His bare chest was gross! His chest was all blubber and he had hair everywhere. He also had huge man boobs, which Bianca thought were absolutely disgusting. On top of that, he had acne all over his chest. Then he took off his pants, and Bianca could see the tent in his boxers. She gulped as the ugly bastard slowly took off his boxers, revealing his fully-erect dick. Bianca was shocked. It was probably 12 inches, uncut, and really thick! He had a huge bush of hair around the base of his cock, and she could see that h

I hoped it wasn’t a joke gift, with box after box like those Russian nesting dolls. I carefully lifted the lid on the chest and gasped. There was the treasure. Sitting right on top of some other stuff was a long, thick, incredibly realistic-looking dildo. My jaw dropped as I tried to wrap my mind around the logistics of using it for anything beyond putting it on the mantelpiece and talking about it in hushed, reverent, tones. Hanging around the base was a little booklet on a string, and the front page of that said “Feel Familiar Inc. Create Your Own Replica For That Familiar Feeling.” My eyes went even wider when I read those words.

"That is why he keeps her hidden in this wing of the manor. He is probably with Miss Chloe right now. Miss Chloe actually fits into normal clothes." My chest tightened. It was a familiar ache, like a heavy stone sitting on my ribs. I walked over to the full-length mirror in the corner of my room. I wore a gray, oversized nightshirt that hung down to my knees. I looked at my wide hips, my thick arms, and the soft curve of my stomach. You are an embarrassment, my mother’s voice echoed in my head, repeating the words she had told me my entire life. No one wants to look at a girl who cannot control herself.

Years of working out had given me clearly defined pecs, and under a tight T-shirt, they did look pretty full. They were definitely bigger than Shirley's flat chest. I kept quiet, having no comeback. Theo's face turned red. "What, men aren't allowed to have big chest muscles now?" "Stop trying to twist things. I have more evidence!" Shirley sneered. She pulled up another photo.

“I’ve been doing it for years. Large breasts are not all they’re cracked up to be. Back problems… sagging… believe me, I’d exchange them for a firm pair of B’s any day.” He groaned. “You know you’re killing me, right?” “No, why?” “Large breasts. I like them even on friends.” I laughed so hard my side hurt and I had trouble getting out my next words, “Yeah, I noticed some of your guy friends have large breasts too.” The unmarred side of his face, which was facing me, tipped up in a gorgeous smile. “So you like large breasts too?” My laughter never stopped. “This is a ridiculous conversation and we need to change the subject. I will no longer discuss breasts or man boobs with you.”

The whole getting it on with my fake fiancée/forced fiancée/kidnapped fiancée part, not the part where I rip my shirt almost clean off. I seriously don’t understand how it’s happening, but I think it still is. I’m a big guy. A big guy with a massive, broad chest and rippling muscle everywhere. I’m good with that. What I’m not good with is the forest of chest hair growing on top so thickly that you can’t even see said chest muscles or even my abs. I think I used to have nipples somewhere? Christ.