Fucked Over…

There has never been a time in my life when i wasn’t interested in larger women.  I found the size, shape, curves and personalities of them to be far superior to that of the skinny, uninteresting little women that I was surrounded in my normal day to day life.  It is a shame that I was born where I was, Miami, Florida, it was not exactly known as a haven for those women whom I so openly loved.

I had magazines, pornography, websites and chats with these women and the more I wrote or saw, the more I wanted to be with them and to pleasure them in every way that they would let me.  I would lay in bed and stroke myself until orgasm every night dreaming of them sitting on my face and me eating their sweet pussies, burying my cock in their swollen cunts, even spreading their ass cheeks and fucking them until they screamed as they came.

I wanted them to kneel between my legs and take my cock into their mouth, their warm tongues swirling around the head of my cock as my eyes never left their beautiful curves, delicious asses and their tremendous breasts.

I would go to bed each night with an aching cock and dream of sweet, larger loving.  I never thought that perhaps one day I would actually get what my heart most deeply desired.  I only stroked my cock day after day to their beautiful sizes and shapes.

I have always been a fan of big tits. I can’t resist them. My wife and I have talked about getting her tits done and every time I see woman with big tits I stop and ogle until I think I am going to get caught, even then i look and hope she’ll want to have a little fun.

My wife is a nice and ample 44DD and you will never hear me call them small by any stretch of the imagination. I like them bigger to. I like the ones that look so unnatural that it looks like the woman will just float away with the damn things.

Running my hard cock between them and coming into an open mouth, pinching and sucking the hard nipples, caressing the tender flash of the breast. I have been known to spend hours on tits alone.

It all started when I saw my first Playboy. I have never been able to stop looking at them and Penthouse and Hustler have done nothing to help this particular obsession.

Then came the glory of the Internet.

Sweet Jesus i think I masturbated twenty times a day for years until i met my wife, now I am probably down to two or three depending on how long I can keep the kids asleep.