Melinda
I had always been attracted to women with giant tits, usually heavier women with giant, pendulous tits that hang low and had giant nipples.
I never thought I would meet a smaller woman with such enormous tits, but I did, quite by accident, and I do mean, accident, as in traffic accident.
I was driving down the street behind a car, and I could see by looking through her back windshield that she was talking on a cell phone, and wasn’t paying
attention to anything around her.
She was blonde, and I was thinking of all the dumb blonde jokes I had heard, and wondered if she had big tits. I decided I would pull up beside her just to see if
she had the dumb, trashy blonde look on her face that I thought she would have.
She didn’t see the stop light, and I was so intent on watching her that I didn’t see it either. She slammed on her brakes, and I ran right into her, after hitting my
brakes as hard as I could. Judging from the sound, there probably wasn’t enough of an impact to have done very much damage.
I got out of the car and walked up to her door, hoping that she wasn’t hurt or anything.
She opened her door and got out, and I couldn’t help staring at her chest. Trashy, big-titted blonde, indeed. I could see from the dark roots in her hair that she
wasn’t a blonde at all, and her tits were so huge, or her blouse so tight, that the buttons were being tested to their limits as those giant melons seemed to be
trying to escape from their fabric prison. And, she had giant, dark nipples. I could see them through the blouse, and through the bra that didn’t hide very much.
I guess it would take more than clothing to hide those things. She wasn’t thin, but was not really fat. She had a slight belly over-hang, though.
“Um, you OK?” she asked me.
I nodded. “How about you?”
“I’m fine,” she said with a smile. She looked at my car. “Well, let’s check the damage,” she said.
She walked toward my car, and I could see that her ass was round and her pants were way the hell too tight. It looked like they were painted on her body.
“There’s not a lot, just a dent,” she said, bending over, shoving her ass high in the air. I could feel my dick beginning to stir at the sight of her.
“Ah, well, let me look,” I said, moving toward her, getting very close. I could smell her cheap perfume, and I knew that she kind of felt that the accident was
her fault, and that I wouldn’t try to sue or anything like that.
“Hell,” I said, “it’s not enough to even report as an accident. It’ll cost almost nothing to have the bumper done.”
She straightened and shrugged. She looked at her watch. “Got time for a drink?” she asked. “It’s not every day your in an accident,” she said.
“Sure. Tell you what. I’m on my way home, just follow me,” I said. “And, watch where you’re going,” I added.
“I’m Melinda, by the way,” she said.
“Bob here,” I said.
She laughed. It was a soft, gentle laugh, though, I must admit, she was indeed a trashy, almost nasty, blonde, with a shitty cheap little car and her ear
perpetually stuck to a cell phone.
She followed me, and I could see in my rear view mirror that she was talking on her cell phone again.
Beer. She didn’t want a mixed drink, or a glass of wine. She wanted beer. I should have known. I don’t mind beer, but, it’s hardly what I would call ‘having a
drink.’
I got two bottles of beer from the refrigerator, and brought two glasses. I put them down on the coffee table in front of her, and she simply reached over and
twisted the top off the beer, and drank from the bottle.
I figured out where she got the belly from. It was a beer belly, but that didn’t bother me. I was staring at her tits, at those massive mounds that jiggled, swayed,
and bounced as she sat there moving her arm.
I sat beside her, and suddenly, there was an awkward moment. It wasn’t every day that you ran into someone, and had them back at your house for a beer.
Especially someone with giant boobs like those. My cock was getting stiff. I wanted to see those things, wanted to reach over and grab her giant tits and fondle
them, let them loose from their constraints.
“Those are really tight pants you have there,” I ventured.
“And you wonder how you get into them?” she asked. “There’s that old joke, ‘How do you get those pants?’ ‘You can start by buying me a drink.’ Well, one
more beer, and it’s a done deal,” she said.
My eyes widened. I got up from the sofa and virtually ran to the kitchen, grabbing two more bottles of beer.
She was laughing when I got back to the living room. I opened the bottle for her and handed it to her, laughing at myself, and her too.
We sat there in silence. I was feeling more awkward all the time. It was just obvious as hell that we were going to have sex, but where do you start, I mean,
when it’s agreed upon and all that, and it’s just fucking obvious as hell that she had the biggest tits in the world, and you just wanted her for her trashy blonde
body?
She finished the beer and stood, without saying a word, and walked a few paces away from me. I sat and watched as she gyrated a little bit to a song only she
could hear, and began unbuttoning her blouse.
She got it undone and pulled the hem out of her pants, then slowly slipped it off. Then, she reached down and undid her jeans, and slowly peeled them
downward, and I do mean, peel. They were very, very tight. As she got them to her feet, she stood straight, and I could see a large, very dark patch of pubic
hair through her sheer panties. She was indeed a cheap, trashy blonde.
But what a cheap trashy blonde she was! She kicked off her pants, and stood there, in her giant bra and sheer panties only. Her bra was white, but sheer, and I
could plainly see her now erect nipples through the sheer fabric.
She reached in front of her bra. It appeared to be one of those bras that snapped in the front, instead of the back. She pulled it loose, and suddenly, there they
were. Giant, round, firm tits that didn’t sag! A pair of melon-sized tits that had to have been a 44ff or so. I shit you not, these were tits to write home about.
Her nipples, the size of the proverbial saucers, were dark brown and fully erect.
My cock was throbbing, aching for release. I watched with anticipation as she reached down and slipped her panties off. She had a big thatch of pubic hair,
obviously not recently trimmed, if ever. Hairs seemed to grow from her navel down to her legs, spreading out on her inner thighs, even. A virtual forest hiding
secrets and lust and ecstasy. It was gorgeous, beautiful.
She writhed and moved to music only she could hear, and her eyes seemed to be glazed with something only she understood, mesmerizing me with her
movements, hypnotizing me with the sheer sexuality of her strange, erotic dance.
She moved toward me, and stood in front of me. Stock still now, she just stood there and looked me in the eyes.
“Touch me,” she said softly.
No longer a cheap, trashy blonde, this was a goddess of sexuality, of some unknowable ecstasy that only she could give.
“Fuck me,” she said softly.
She backed away and lay on the floor. I stood and pulled off my clothes as fast as I could, hard cock jumping up and announcing to the world that it was ready.
I climbed atop her, feeling those giant nipples scraping across my chest. My cock found its home, a wet, hot cavern surrounded by a forest of delight.
I began to stroke in and out, and she came with a long, low moan. Her body writhed and jerked, and she came again and again, just like that.
“Come on my tits, in my face,” she said, barely audible, though it wasn’t a whisper. Her voice was deep, throaty, begging.
I pulled out of her, only too glad to cum on her tits. I made a tit tunnel for my cock, and stroked a few times. She bent her face downward, licking the head of
my cock as I moved it upward. It was something I had never experienced before, and I didn’t last long doing it. I shot a huge load of cum in her mouth, then,
in the tit tunnel. Then I pulled out of that and just let my cock shoot her in the face, time and again, maybe as many as a dozen squirts of hot, creamy cum.
I fell beside her, languishing on the floor, breathing hard.
We lay there for a few minutes.
“Well, babe, you got a bed, or do you sleep on the floor?”
We went into my bedroom, and fell asleep. It was dark when we awoke and fucked some more. We fucked all night, and all day the next day.
And, still, we fuck nearly every day, because, well, she left only once to pack her things and move in with me.
And, indeed, she brought her hair coloring. Trashy blonde she is. And, she’s my wife now.
— Bob G., Encino, CA
I had always been attracted to women with giant tits, usually heavier women with giant, pendulous tits that hang low and had giant nipples.
I never thought I would meet a smaller woman with such enormous tits, but I did, quite by accident, and I do mean, accident, as in traffic accident.
I was driving down the street behind a car, and I could see by looking through her back windshield that she was talking on a cell phone, and wasn’t paying
attention to anything around her.
She was blonde, and I was thinking of all the dumb blonde jokes I had heard, and wondered if she had big tits. I decided I would pull up beside her just to see if
she had the dumb, trashy blonde look on her face that I thought she would have.
She didn’t see the stop light, and I was so intent on watching her that I didn’t see it either. She slammed on her brakes, and I ran right into her, after hitting my
brakes as hard as I could. Judging from the sound, there probably wasn’t enough of an impact to have done very much damage.
I got out of the car and walked up to her door, hoping that she wasn’t hurt or anything.
She opened her door and got out, and I couldn’t help staring at her chest. Trashy, big-titted blonde, indeed. I could see from the dark roots in her hair that she
wasn’t a blonde at all, and her tits were so huge, or her blouse so tight, that the buttons were being tested to their limits as those giant melons seemed to be
trying to escape from their fabric prison. And, she had giant, dark nipples. I could see them through the blouse, and through the bra that didn’t hide very much.
I guess it would take more than clothing to hide those things. She wasn’t thin, but was not really fat. She had a slight belly over-hang, though.
“Um, you OK?” she asked me.
I nodded. “How about you?”
“I’m fine,” she said with a smile. She looked at my car. “Well, let’s check the damage,” she said.
She walked toward my car, and I could see that her ass was round and her pants were way the hell too tight. It looked like they were painted on her body.
“There’s not a lot, just a dent,” she said, bending over, shoving her ass high in the air. I could feel my dick beginning to stir at the sight of her.
“Ah, well, let me look,” I said, moving toward her, getting very close. I could smell her cheap perfume, and I knew that she kind of felt that the accident was
her fault, and that I wouldn’t try to sue or anything like that.
“Hell,” I said, “it’s not enough to even report as an accident. It’ll cost almost nothing to have the bumper done.”
She straightened and shrugged. She looked at her watch. “Got time for a drink?” she asked. “It’s not every day your in an accident,” she said.
“Sure. Tell you what. I’m on my way home, just follow me,” I said. “And, watch where you’re going,” I added.
“I’m Melinda, by the way,” she said.
“Bob here,” I said.
She laughed. It was a soft, gentle laugh, though, I must admit, she was indeed a trashy, almost nasty, blonde, with a shitty cheap little car and her ear
perpetually stuck to a cell phone.
She followed me, and I could see in my rear view mirror that she was talking on her cell phone again.
Beer. She didn’t want a mixed drink, or a glass of wine. She wanted beer. I should have known. I don’t mind beer, but, it’s hardly what I would call ‘having a
drink.’
I got two bottles of beer from the refrigerator, and brought two glasses. I put them down on the coffee table in front of her, and she simply reached over and
twisted the top off the beer, and drank from the bottle.
I figured out where she got the belly from. It was a beer belly, but that didn’t bother me. I was staring at her tits, at those massive mounds that jiggled, swayed,
and bounced as she sat there moving her arm.
I sat beside her, and suddenly, there was an awkward moment. It wasn’t every day that you ran into someone, and had them back at your house for a beer.
Especially someone with giant boobs like those. My cock was getting stiff. I wanted to see those things, wanted to reach over and grab her giant tits and fondle
them, let them loose from their constraints.
“Those are really tight pants you have there,” I ventured.
“And you wonder how you get into them?” she asked. “There’s that old joke, ‘How do you get those pants?’ ‘You can start by buying me a drink.’ Well, one
more beer, and it’s a done deal,” she said.
My eyes widened. I got up from the sofa and virtually ran to the kitchen, grabbing two more bottles of beer.
She was laughing when I got back to the living room. I opened the bottle for her and handed it to her, laughing at myself, and her too.
We sat there in silence. I was feeling more awkward all the time. It was just obvious as hell that we were going to have sex, but where do you start, I mean,
when it’s agreed upon and all that, and it’s just fucking obvious as hell that she had the biggest tits in the world, and you just wanted her for her trashy blonde
body?
She finished the beer and stood, without saying a word, and walked a few paces away from me. I sat and watched as she gyrated a little bit to a song only she
could hear, and began unbuttoning her blouse.
She got it undone and pulled the hem out of her pants, then slowly slipped it off. Then, she reached down and undid her jeans, and slowly peeled them
downward, and I do mean, peel. They were very, very tight. As she got them to her feet, she stood straight, and I could see a large, very dark patch of pubic
hair through her sheer panties. She was indeed a cheap, trashy blonde.
But what a cheap trashy blonde she was! She kicked off her pants, and stood there, in her giant bra and sheer panties only. Her bra was white, but sheer, and I
could plainly see her now erect nipples through the sheer fabric.
She reached in front of her bra. It appeared to be one of those bras that snapped in the front, instead of the back. She pulled it loose, and suddenly, there they
were. Giant, round, firm tits that didn’t sag! A pair of melon-sized tits that had to have been a 44ff or so. I shit you not, these were tits to write home about.
Her nipples, the size of the proverbial saucers, were dark brown and fully erect.
My cock was throbbing, aching for release. I watched with anticipation as she reached down and slipped her panties off. She had a big thatch of pubic hair,
obviously not recently trimmed, if ever. Hairs seemed to grow from her navel down to her legs, spreading out on her inner thighs, even. A virtual forest hiding
secrets and lust and ecstasy. It was gorgeous, beautiful.
She writhed and moved to music only she could hear, and her eyes seemed to be glazed with something only she understood, mesmerizing me with her
movements, hypnotizing me with the sheer sexuality of her strange, erotic dance.
She moved toward me, and stood in front of me. Stock still now, she just stood there and looked me in the eyes.
“Touch me,” she said softly.
No longer a cheap, trashy blonde, this was a goddess of sexuality, of some unknowable ecstasy that only she could give.
“Fuck me,” she said softly.
She backed away and lay on the floor. I stood and pulled off my clothes as fast as I could, hard cock jumping up and announcing to the world that it was ready.
I climbed atop her, feeling those giant nipples scraping across my chest. My cock found its home, a wet, hot cavern surrounded by a forest of delight.
I began to stroke in and out, and she came with a long, low moan. Her body writhed and jerked, and she came again and again, just like that.
“Come on my tits, in my face,” she said, barely audible, though it wasn’t a whisper. Her voice was deep, throaty, begging.
I pulled out of her, only too glad to cum on her tits. I made a tit tunnel for my cock, and stroked a few times. She bent her face downward, licking the head of
my cock as I moved it upward. It was something I had never experienced before, and I didn’t last long doing it. I shot a huge load of cum in her mouth, then,
in the tit tunnel. Then I pulled out of that and just let my cock shoot her in the face, time and again, maybe as many as a dozen squirts of hot, creamy cum.
I fell beside her, languishing on the floor, breathing hard.
We lay there for a few minutes.
“Well, babe, you got a bed, or do you sleep on the floor?”
We went into my bedroom, and fell asleep. It was dark when we awoke and fucked some more. We fucked all night, and all day the next day.
And, still, we fuck nearly every day, because, well, she left only once to pack her things and move in with me.
And, indeed, she brought her hair coloring. Trashy blonde she is. And, she’s my wife now.
— Bob G., Encino, CA
