"Big Tits, Big Dicks, and Fantasy Fucking"
Author's note: I published some stories a long time ago on another web site under a slightly different user name which is not available at Literotica. So I added a "D". Clever, right? I hope to get around to posting them here in the future.
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Well, when I was in my Sophomore year in college I had this little idea.
Now, eight years later I was semi-retired. I'd developed my idea to the point that one of the really big fish in IT had decided to buy my idea rather than try to develop competing technology. Financially, I never had to work if I didn't want to. And I was taking some time to figure out what to do.
I bought a place in a gated community near 'Frisco as a base of operations and for the next six months I traveled and explored all kinds of things. But the time finally came that I just wanted to nest and take some time to enjoy things.
I made friends with a lot of the folks on my cul-de-sac. Not real close friends, just kind of wave Hi and chit chat friends. Almost all the folks were older than me. Many had teen kids.
There was this one woman? Angela. Her ex had made money by making money for other folks in the stock market. It seemed he worked about 28 hours a day, 10 days a week and traveled a lot. Angela, a striking woman in her late 20's or early 30's had stayed at home. But she had gotten bored and kicked him to the curb. From what I heard that had not made him sad. Seemed his drive really was work and not women! Her hobby, as far as I could see was to cock tease every man she met. Angela seemed to have made it her goal in life to give every male above the age of 12 a raging hard on!
Now when I say that Angela was a striking woman I don't just mean the riot of wavy auburn hair that fell to the middle of her back when she let it out of the pony tail she preferred. Nor was it the ridiculously long, show girl legs that she constantly displayed in 4" heels, tight mini skirts or the even tighter cut off shorts she wore. It wasn't even the toned midriff you could see between the belt loops of her shorts and the bottom of whatever skin tight top she was wearing that day. No, it was the excessively massive pair of breasts perched high on her chest that drew the eyes of everyone with in sight that made her so striking. And she dressed to impress everyone with just how massive they were!
As far as anyone could tell her bust line was completely natural. I had never seen anyone nearly as big outside of some internet, always enhanced, models. She was firm, bouncyt and had cleavage from here to there (more cleavage than any other two or three woman could display) all topped with seemingly permanently erect nipples that showed through anything she wore. Her boobs were amazing. She strutted everywhere she went and those tits always preceded her by several feet it seemed! Watching them bounce, sway and jiggle was just amazing!
And she was a world class tease. She had a way of swaying her upper body when she spoke to you that allowed her boobs to swing and sway. Her conversation was filled with double entendres and sly little comments. Her lips poised and puckered as if for a kiss. But she never took it beyond the tease. Not that I heard of at least.
At one of the monthly neighborhood get togethers Angela played pool with a bunch of the teenagers and myself. Husbands were too afraid of their wife's, or too smart, to get involved! Angela made it a point to lean over the table studying her shot. Her vast breasts, in a skin tight peasant blouse, would mash into the green felt, spreading outward under the pressure. She would teeter on one leg while the other lifted almost enough to expose her thong. If she was wearing one!
When it was our turn to shoot Angela somehow was always in direct line of sight. Her lips lightly pursed, she would slowly apply chalk to her cue while running her other hand up and down her cue. She would press the cue into her canyon-like cleavage, or, innocently smooth it over crest of her boob as a small smirk crossed her lips. Her pelvis pressed against the rail near our target caused a shadow to be cast over the table by her immense breasts. She defeated one opponent after another until it was my turn.
I was lucky to remain focused enough to win by three balls. Mostly I tried to not look at her as she posed and teased. Not as easy as it sounds! Most of the teen age Lotharios had long since retired to the bathroom for some one handed relief and I was feeling the stress but had not given in. Yet.
"Well played," purred Angela while she arced her back in my direction. She always purred.
I thanked her, racked my cue stick and returned to the living room where the party was just starting to break up.
I thanked my hosts and was just about out the door when I felt a hand on my forearm.
"Would you mind walking me home?" asked Angela. "I know it's silly, but I don't like to walk alone after dark." Her green eyes were all innocence as she asked. She twisted her upper body gently back and forth, her breast swaying gently as she did so.
I couldn't think of any reason not to, so we set off. After a few steps she slid her arm into mine and we chatted about this and that as we walked the two blocks to her house. Occasionally I could feel the side of her breast flex against me as we walked. She was so firm! And so BIG!
"Would you like to come in for a night cap?" she purred as we reached her gate.
"Oh, come in. I won't bite if you don't want me to?" she chuckled as I hesitated. She arched her back slightly as she spoke.
