Guys Love Big Tits

Guys Love Big Tits

By Adrian Bauman





Introduction


We may as well admit it. We guys love big tits. I don’t know the exact reason why. I suspect Freud would say it has something to do with our mothers. Others would say it’s due to our society becoming so sexualized with advertisements selling sex and women being objectified. All I know is that I am extremely fascinated with women’s breasts.

Most guys are. Any time we get a chance to glance at a women’s chest we take it. Especially if there is cleavage involved. I think it is partly the challenge to take the opportunity to admire another woman’s breasts with the risk of getting caught.

Getting caught could be from the girl you are ogling to your girl catching you or another woman watching you watching another girl to a guy catching you sneaking a look. Some guys don’t care if they get caught. Some try very hard not to get caught. I’m in the former camp. I try my darnedest not to get caught.

Sometimes that’s nearly impossible, but if you never try you’ll fail one hundred percent of the time, right?

So where was I? Oh yes, I was saying something about loving women’s breasts. I like them big enough that they don’t entirely fit in my hands or mouth. I enjoy when they are like bags of Jell-O that I can smush with my hands. Like water balloons that are attached to a girl’s chest that turn both me and her on. I loving sucking on them especially when a girl moans as I suck them. This is a story about that…and more…


Chapter 1

My wife DeAnn has a friend, Sharon (get it Share ing?… oh never mind…) anyway so she has this friend. Sharon isn’t the most beautiful girl on the planet but she is by no means an ugly duckling either. She’s pretty average in fact but the thing about Sharon is, well, she has tig ole biddies.

Sharon is a very conservative dresser and doesn’t wear things that are tight fitting but her breasts are so big that her shirts can’t help but complement her huge tits.

Because Sharon is a conservative dresser when it comes to clothing and doesn’t wear anything low cut, the few times I’ve managed to sneak a peek is when we have been next to each other and when she was slightly bent forward and I was standing near her and managed to stare down her shirt as gravity pulled it and her wonderful mounds of female chest were held by her bra.

Sharon is around twenty some years old, with a slight Hispanic heritage and dark curly hair. At about 5 foot four she’s around a hundred twentyish pounds she’s not fat but not skinny either. I think that’s part of the attraction is that she’s not a supermodel but an average good looking gal but with nice huge tits.

I suppose I’ve always wanted to see her boobs but as I’m married to a wonderful gal and don’t want to jeopardize that I’ve been relegated to fantasizing about seeing her magnificent juggs.

Sharon was staying the night at our house around the holidays because she lived in the Springs area which on a normal night is about a two hour drive from our home in the north Denver ‘burbs. This was not a normal night because a winter storm had moved in and we got over two and a half feet of snow.

Chapter 2

Sharon and DeAnn had spent the day shopping together and hanging out while I hung with my buddy helping getting his truck back in working condition. We met at the local Saltgrass steakhouse and because of the snow and everything it was nearly empty.

We sat at the wood table in the restaurant and ordered some steaks. There was music playing softly as we talked about what we did while we consumed our food. Sharon was wearing a blue shirt that seemed to stretch across her chest as though her boobs wanted to pop through it and I couldn’t help glancing at her breasts at every opportunity.

My wife noticed and when Sharon went to the ladies room grabbed at my crotch and commented to me “you like her boobs do you?” as she squeezed my cock through my pants giving me a raging hard on.

DeAnn has great tits, they are not small at all and I love to play with them but if we are being honest, well, Sharon’s are fucking huge in comparison and DeAnn knows I love big tits.

“Maybe she’ll show them to you later on, you pervert!” she whispered in my ear as she rubbed her hand against my dick under the table where no one could see.

We teased each other all the time about things like that and ever since we had participated in our first threesome we had become even more open about topics like that. But since Sharon was DeAnn’s good friend the chances of that happening were slim to none.


Chapter 3

When we all got home DeAnn and I headed upstairs to change while Sharon went to the downstairs guest bedroom. I had put on my pajama pants and t-shirt when DeAnn handed me a pile of blankets and told me to give them to Sharon so she wouldn’t get cold.

I grabbed the pile of blankets and went down the stairs I was at the bottom of the stairs when I heard a shriek and Sharon came bursting through the door out of her room and straight at me.

I had a big bundle of blankets and it was either get run over or drop the blankets.