Missed Opportunity To Suck and Fuck the Biggest Tits I'd Ever Seen  

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6/11/2006 9:52 am
Missed Opportunity To Suck and Fuck the Biggest Tits I'd Ever Seen


I was riding a life cycle, mid way through my hour long, generally lethargic gym routine when I saw them. They were hidden behind a tight white t-shirt. Of course hidden is a terrible adjective because the only thing that could possibly stand a chance at hiding these massive tits would be two beach balls floating, miraculously, 3 feet in front of her chest.

Just as I'd noticed these wonderfully, milky, wobbly, seismograph ruining juggs, the woman who possessed them decided it was time to pull back her shoulders as far as she could, stretch and stick her chest out, causing the tips of each nipple to be at least 1 and a half feet further than any other protuberance on her body. I never pedaled so hard in my life. As long as that woman was using whatever blessed equipment was in front of me, I pedaled. Faster and faster until I noticed I'd exceeded 45 minutes on the hardest level available on that particular type of excer-bike.

About 56 minutes into my inspired workout I saw her head for the door. I immediately ran out after her and nervously told her that she was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen, even though I hadn't really seen more than one third of her body. That entire third being those queen size, deluxe model boobies. The type of boobs that gradually start popping out over the top of an undersized DDD bra and wish to escape into sight but can't because the poor guys are also covered with a cotton shirt that unfortunately isn't soaking wet.

Fortunately, she was attracted to me physically enough to give me her phone number. I can't imagine her having the slightest bit of interest in my personality because every shaky word I spoke was an eclipse of the word "mama".

I called her.
She didn't call me back.
I ran into her at the gym and I told her that it was shitty she didn't give a cool person like me the chance to be at the very least social with her.
She told me to call her.
I didn't call her.
I saw her outside a club and she told me to call her.
I called her and ended up in her apartment commenting on how amazingly she'd decked out her place. I hated her place. It looked like an ad for Ikea. I don't care for Ikea. It is systematically creating a uniform environment for every living room in the western united states and most of europe, taking away what little individuality we possessed after being dropped by our parents in front of t.v. sets at our critical exploratory years.
Tits.
Huge.
You've never seen them like this. She was wearing a sweater and I was depressed and unable to concentrate on whatever she was yapping on about (this turned out to be one of the most ridiculously egotistical and self conscious persons I'd ever met. Gigantic.
She took her sweater off and our conversation immediately improved.
She started telling me about a guy that came over one night and gave her the best fuck she'd ever had. She told me his cock was enormous and that a woman with such huge juggs needs the potency of an 11" rod to produce babies big enough to handle the gallons of milk those utters would provide. She told me he licked her asshole and held her tightly. She told me he didn't call her for two weeks until one late Saturday night.

I said "All he want's to do is fuck you, he has no interest otherwise he would have been in touch with you much sooner."
She said "Yeah, but he told me hadn't called because he'd been super duper busy"
"that's an excuse, every man has used that excuse in the history of speech."
"but I realllllly like him! and what a cock! I want to fuck him!"
"Ok" I said "Fuck him but don't expect anything else"
This conversation repeated maybe 2 or 3 more times with the same exact words just in different places.
Then she explained again to me how huge his dick was. Being the daredevil I am I asked her If I could show her mine as to compare what "big" is. She teasingly said no, but then quickly agreed. I pulled my dick out and willed my way into a "not what you want to be your first impression of an erection" erection. She even pushed her chest in my direction and said "here this will help." It certainly did.
When I gave up on trying to achieve what 2 shots of tequila and a large dose of viagra would do I looked at her face, a foot above her tits, and waited for a critique. She was very generous in reassuring me that it was very proportional to my stature, even on the plus side, but was also sure to express how large Mr. Dodger Dog was and that she lusted for it like a dog lusts after a Mc'Donalds breakfast sandwich.

There was an air of horniness between us, she stared at my cock and I watched her stare at it and loved that she was staring at it so much that If I'd kept trying to achieve a maximum erection I might of just cum all over her couch. Which in retrospect might have been kind of hot.

We talked occasionally on the phone.
She comes to my place and heres my music. She was impressed with it so much that for about 30 minutes I though I might be able to touch her tits. I didn't.

We hung out here and there. She would continually gripe about the guy with the huge cock never calling her. I would continually tell her the cold hard truth. Generally, when I have to repeat to someone a simple concept 47 times I grow incredibly frustrated with that person and avoid contact. Generally that person doesn't have two 15 pound, squeezable orgasmic breasts hiding most of their torso. A dilemma? No. Purely prudent and selfish? yes.

One sunny day we rode bicycles from her place in Venice all the way down to Manhattan beach. In Manhattan beach we stopped for lunch. I ordered margaritas along with my lunch and managed a bit of a buzz. Our conversation turned back to sex. But this time much more kinky. She told me she loved sucking cock and the taste of cum. She told me about erotic past experiences. I told her it would be incredibly cool if we could be friends AND fuck. She teased with round about yeses and nos. My heart was beating faster and faster, her breasts were only a few smooth retorts away. I decided the hottest possible thing to do would be use this incredibly sexy conversation as fuel for that massive erection I wanted to show her in the first place. I excused my self to the restroom and told her I was going to jerk off in their and she seemed pleased. My plan was to walk out of their with a bulge in my pants the size of a potato.
Instead, I ended up yanking franticly at a cock so unwilling to cooperate it became smaller than what I'd started with.

I returned to the table and told her I was only joking about the masturbation. We rode back to her place. Somehow, I convinced her that I was due some sort of satisfaction for her having ramped me up so much over lunch. She offered to put on a wife beater with no bra underneath. I agreed. Big. Huge. Fucking everything I'd ever wanted out of a mammoth set of tits. Oversized but shaped like water drops. Heavy but suspended like a bridge in a strong wind shaking back and forth. No erection. It was too much, I'd discouraged my cock from working by mandating it reach it's full potential. The quintessential death to my erections. (Doesn't happen often and a blow job will fix that problem pronto) She then put on her "sexy going out" black dress that zipped up the front and compressed her tits against her chest, forcing them to spread every which way they could, mostly up, out of the v in the dress that was completely covered in boob. Still no erection, she went to change, her phone rang, she ran out of her changing area with the top of her dress halfway unzipped and her nipples exposed, deliberate and unintentional, a full show and a welcome invitation to pull out my awesomely hard cock.
But it wasn't awesomely hard.
I turned for the door. she was still on the phone. I walked out the door and shut it behind me muffling the banter. I never spoke to her again.

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