Nobody under eighteen years old any resemblance to anyone living or dead is ridiculous because it is pure fantasy. please don't apply too much reality to this fiction. it is a tall tale, just for fun, not the evening news. TONGUE IN CHEEK
There is a little bit of incest, so if you don't like that, dont read this.
I Like Big Tits.
I was a big guy. I was six-two and about 220 pounds. Not bad for an eighteen year old. I would fight any man alive, fists or firearms, but women? They scared me!
My dad was a Seal in the Navy, he was an underwater demolitions expert, he taught me how to fight, but before he could teach me about girls, he died in a firefight in a country-to-be-named-later, some stupid-secret-stan or another. "Secret" warfare trumped "honor" as usual so he would NEVER receive his accolades that he earned with his life. Good men die defending our country... and politicians cover up this fact for dumb political concerns, rather than acknowledge that we are engaged in a real live firefight with real live badguys. For shame!
Stupid-secret-stan seems like the farthest place in the world from water, so I wonder just what he was really doing? All the records of the event are now sealed, so I will never know (unless there's an act of Congress) what my dad died for. Kinda pisses me off, but there's nothing to be done about it. I would much rather have my dad alive than all these shiny service medals.
Was my dad a hero? I'd bet my life on it. He certainly was a hero to me.
I'm fairly certain he was sent in to some hell hole to help some bad guys meet Allah, but I suppose they in turn helped him meet Jesus. I do wish he had not gone. He won a medal for his heroism, but I would rather he was still here, instead of Arlington. I miss him everyday. The only really important thing he gave to me was the ability to fight, and the courage to do whats right no matter what the personal consequences. Two very important things to have in your life!
So I knew how to fight, but to walk up and ask a girl out? I was scared shitless doing that. Girls left me tongue tied! Especially the buxom girls that caught my eye with their big round boobs. I just didn't know what to say to them. I blushed like a little kid. I know that sounds idiotic, but it was the truth. I am very painfully shy around well equipped girls. These are the girls I like best!
I wish I had a mom, but she passed away when I was very young. She would have told me how to behave, how to talk to girls. I really missed both my parents... I missed them every single day.
My aunt Matilda took care of me. She was a sort of semi- transplant from Australia, her mom (my grandmother) had packed her up and moved there when she divorced my loving grandfather. I never did find out what had happened between those two, but I know granpa pined for my grandmother and his other daughter until he passed away. So Matilda was raised Aussie. She had returned just to be my guardian and raise me. I am glad she did that.
She wound up with dual citizenship, but now she has been here for many years. She loves me and I love her too...But I do still miss my folks terribly. But hey, life goes on. Suck it up and move on!
Matilda did her best trying to raise a headstrong idiot that I am. But there's only so much you can do. They say you can't fix stupid, and that's not good for me! I seem to have more than my fair share of stupid! Strong and not too bright. At least I am honest about it. I have to learn by making mistakes, lots of them. I think I'm the king of stupid mistakes. I'm the kid that has to touch the stove!
The thing about my aunt Matilda, is she has a very large chest. I mean she is huge up top, taper thin waist, with a beautiful big heart shaped behind! Her tits were at least as big as volleyballs, perhaps as big as regulation basketballs. Well, not quite as big as basketballs, but still very large! Growing up, she would grab me and hug me into her amazingly huge bazooms. She loved having my head in her cleavage as she hugged me. She laughed her ass off, but not in a mean way. I really enjoyed her big tits! Now however, as an adult male, when I see her luscious behind, oh how I want to reach out and grab those fantastic hemispheres! Her ass is so tempting to touch and squeeze! I love to watch her walk. Her behind is a piece of art in heavenly motion! Her boobs were also in motion as she walked, and I had trouble looking at her face and not glancing down at her mountains majesty!
When I became a young man, there was a very quick physical reaction to my aunt's antics: my dick got hard as a rock. Of course Matilda took notice. Well these episodes sorta manifested itself as a lifelong love of huge boobs and big beautiful behinds.
I've longed to play with her sweater puppies and suck on her hard-as-rock nipples, oh fuck yeah. She made me who I am today! She still loves to tease and taunt me with her mega-boobs. She bends over in front of me to give me a close-up view of her perfect ass as well. I can't control my instantaneous reaction. She is delighted at seeing my manhood quickly rise to the occasion.
She got a kick out of giving me huge hard erections! I swear she loves to grab my head and stick my face in between her bosoms and hug me. I might die from lack of oxygen in her fantastic cleavage, but I would die very happy! Matilda always seemed to find a way to sort of "accidentally" touch my hard dick through my pants. Then she would giggle like crazy.
This was all after I turned eighteen of course. She was, and still is, such a horny bitch! I do love that woman. Matilda never did anything more than the surreptitious cock touching, but I bet if I would have encouraged it, she would have balled me in a fast heartbeat! Her body became "my type" in my preferences. Big busts, small waists, and nice big asses.
Not that I turn down women that don't quite fit my "ideal woman" criteria. Hell no, those are the women I lust after the most, but if a petite red head or tall slender brunette wants to go a few rounds, why would I turn her down? No, no, no... I'm an equal opportunity fucker! It's just a fact of life that we all have our preferences, likes and dislikes.
The only type of woman I don't care for is the dishonest one and the woman who hurts a man to his core. If I find those distasteful and evil parameters have been achieved by a woman, she is toast as far as I am concerned. Done, finished and bye bye, don't call us, well call you. Have a nice life, et cetera. Some standards are good and necessary in life.
Not that I wouldn't fuck a woman who wasn't just as blessed as my aunt, oh no siree! It's just my sincere desire was to be with a woman with big whoppers. I like big tits. My love of big nipples was sort of a corollary to that. I did really enjoy sucking big fat nipples. On big fat tits! At least in my mind, if not in reality. To dream the impossible dream.
At eighteen, I had a nice old car, but I basically walked or ran everywhere. This helped me with my weight. Although everyone else seemed to think that I was just blessed with a fine muscular body, I knew that I really had to exercise it everyday... or it would all quickly turn into rolls of flab! So I walked, or I ran, or I jogged whenever it was possible to do so. I did feel so much better when I exercised. I used the weight room at school whenever I could get in there, just about every day I was at school. While there I met a female gym teacher who definitely turned my head. At first glance, I thought she only played for the other team. Short hair and muscles gave me that erroneous impression.
The one Phys-Ed teacher, Ms. Marjorie Kunklebaum, oh what a gorgeous rack she had! Everyone called her coach, as she coached the girls softball, girls basketball, girls soccer, girls volleyball, and there are a few others I may have missed. She did have several assistant coaches to help her. But she was very busy indeed. So I was amazed she took the time to tease me, a lowly male student. That woman knew EXACTLY what she was doing when she would bend over and pick up a ball... Showing off her gorgeous big fat fuckable ass, as well as her great big fat tits in her v-necked shirts. What a fantastic cleavage she had! My big dick was hard as steel watching her tease me! She would give me a little smile and "accidentally" touch my cock through my gym pants to check her dirty work. Then she would really smile. She was a naughty dirty bitch. I liked her!
The woman made me hard as a rock. Her touching the outside of my trousers just made my dick want to escape even more. I'm lucky I didn't split open my pants. Her dirty little smile told me she was smug in the fast effect she had on me, and she knew all about it! She was very, very naughty indeed.
