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There is no real sex in my life now so I fantasies a lot this a fantasy about Sarah I’m not sure how other men feel when they see a large breasted woman walk by or any woman for that matter but I seem to lose all control for just a split second. My heart skips a beat, I sweat a bit and in my mind’s eye I find my hands caressing her breasts as my lips suckle her stiffening nipples. She leans into me moaning and we kiss. Her hands rip at my clothes as my fingers deftly open hers and slowly we settle on top of one another. All that happens at first glance and as I come back to reality I feel like the wind’s been knocked out of me. I’ve always wondered if women understand the effect they have on men like me and how unfair it is. I’ve listened to many complain about guys who can’t seem to look them in the eyes only at their breasts and I nod in understanding but know that in that first sighting and later until I get to meet them that I too might be caught staring.
Such was the case as I drove to the Post Office on that hot Monday mid-afternoon. I took the route I always take to go almost anywhere and began slowing down to navigate the tight curve of the busy residential street I was on. The neighborhood had banded together a year or so ago and forced the city to put in two large speed bumps, before the turn and after it, in an attempt to slow down traffic through their neighborhood. After all, kids lived in some of these houses, kids with bikes, balls and restless feet. As I slowed down to cross over the first speed table I glanced to the opposite side of the street and noticed her, a woman in her mid to late forties perhaps. She couldn’t have been 5 feet tall on her tiptoes and from behind she was trim in her tight fitting blue jeans, petite even. As she turned my eyes moved up her figure until my mouth dropped open and a heavy breath just escaped – almost like steam venting when the pressure builds up. Her breasts were large and full and I knew I was in trouble. That feeling was in the pit of my stomach as I ogled her massive chest, my cock jerked and grew, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I was very lucky that traffic was sparse that first afternoon.
She was working in her small front yard garden and was sweaty and glistening in the hot sunlight. Her hair was wet and askew as I watched her blow a few strands from her face. Innocently she licked a salty drop from her lips and wiped her cheek as she bent forward to add a bag of yard waste to her trash can. When she bent she exposed her massive cleavage to my eager eyes. She was glorious, wet, hot, and seemed likely to tumble out of the tiny tied top she was wearing as it too was wet with her labors perspiration and in my mind’s eye I already had her topless holding a broken strap with me between her heavy breasts sucking, licking and kissing the sweat from every inch of her lovely large stiffening nipples, bumpy areolas and sweet swollen breasts. Her eyes finally found mine as she looked towards my slowing car. I imagine I looked a sight with mouth open and eyes glazed, blowing steamy breath out of my open window. She seemed to understand and turned sideways showing the depth of her breasts as she ran her hands from the top of her chest down the front of her breasts till they went under and her thumbs hooked along the sides. It was as if she was serving them to me, at least that was how I took it.
I waved and smiled a silly grin at this vision and wondered how to stop and stay for the next few years. Then my fantasy ended and that kicked-in-the- stomach, out-of-air feeling hit me and I managed to steer my car around the rest of the turn and over the second speed table and out of her neighborhood. What just happened, I thought to myself. Did I just see the vision I thought I saw or did I imagine all the details, the breasts, the woman and her sexy loveliness. I’d been around that corner going both directions hundreds of times and there was no tiny goddess living there using her breasts as beacons for men traveling her corner and speed bumps. I know that sounds like either a siren (sea deity) or a lighthouse but since we’re landlocked I settled for my lady of the beacons and hoped she wasn’t an illusion and that I’d glimpse her high beams again soon.
The next afternoon I jumped in my car and drove to the bank knowing I’d pass her place on the way. If only she were outside and not inside resting, away from home or entertaining I might get my chance to lay eyes on her again. My heart rate quickened as I drew closer to where I had seen her yesterday and as I slowly drove into the curve I noticed her walking in the opposite direction. She was dressed in a tight summer top of maroon and cranberry, showing cleavage, and perfectly fitted into her sculpted blue jeans. I nearly missed making that curve because I was trying to see as much of her in my rear view mirror as I could. Her head turned and she caught my eye and smiled just as I rounded the curve and drove out of view. I felt my temperature rise, pulse race, as it dawned on me that she was real and was out walking in her neighborhood right now. I considered turning around right there in the middle of the street but thought better of it and pulled into the local drug store’s parking lot.
As I sat impatiently in my car waiting for the other cars already in the lot to park I thought of how to find her as she walked. I considered driving in circles around her neighborhood, covering it block by block and suddenly realized what I was planning might be considered by some, especially in today’s world, to be stalking. A stalker, me, no, just a man smitten by the charms of a woman he’d seen but not met. Yet I’d better relax and be careful not to scare her or find out too late she had a jealous husband or brother on the local police force. I wanted to meet her but not wind up in court over her so I developed a plan. I printed a sign and kept it in my car. When I went past her place I put it in the window for her to see. On it I was offering part time gardening, office, or housekeeping work. It gave my first name and a cell phone number in big type for her to see. I hoped, wanting work or not, that she’d call and I’d get my chance to meet her. Like a man on a mission I drove my sign past her place twice every day but I did not circle or park in her neighborhood. A week later I got a call from Sarah, my lady of the beacons.
“Hello.” I answered.
“Hi, I’m calling about the sign in your car window.”
“Yes, are you looking for work?” I asked cautiously.
“Well, I might be, but mostly I’m looking for you.” she sighed softly.
“My name’s Sarah and I just moved here from New York a couple of week’s ago.” she said.
“I’ve noticed you driving by my house and got this number from your sign.”
“I hope it’s all right that I called.” she said.
I shook my head and cleared away the shock of her call and said, “Hi, Sarah, I’m very glad you called. Do you live on the curve between the speed bumps in the house with the stonewalled gardens in the front yard?”
Slowly she replied, “Yes, that’s me. I’m glad you noticed my yard, I take some pride in it.”
“I noticed more than that Sarah.” I replied in drawn out syllables, “much much more.”
“Will you come to lunch tomorrow afternoon? You can park in my driveway, it’s behind my house. Come on up to the back door and ring the bell. I’ll expect you about Noon.”
“I’ll be there Sarah.”
We talked for another two hours and then said our goodbyes, both eagerly waiting for tomorrow afternoon. I slept well warmed by the dreams of the lovely large breasted vision that had stopped my heart on first sight. I romanced her perfect tiny willing body and surrounded myself in her endless breasts and hard nipples. I cried her name as she drained every bit of me, Sarah. I smiled in my sleep, knowing in the deepest part of my soul that I was more than a lucky bastard, I was blessed. I drove carefully to her street and turned at the corner before her curve pulling into the alleyway behind her house. I counted the houses and angled into her driveway. Turning off my car I locked up, walked to her back door and rang the bell. A minute later the door opened slowly and then she was standing there smiling telling me hello.
“Hi, Sarah, it’s very nice to meet you.” I grinned, as my heart skipped another beat and sweat began to form on my brow. My cock tingled as my eyes took in all of her taking special care when they got to her breasts.
“You do take my breath away, Sarah.” I rumbled in a low quiet tone.
“I’m so glad.” she replied honestly.
Stepping into her house my eyes adjusted to the lower light and I noticed just how lovely she was. My hand moved to her and she put her hand in mine as I closed her back door behind me. She looked up at me and asked for my height.
“I’m six feet two inches tall.” I replied, “You?”
In a small voice she said, “I’m nearly five feet tall.”
I pulled her close and lifted her into my arms as she used a small graceful hand to touch the side of my face. Leaning closer she kissed me, licking at my lips while the tip of her tongue searched for mine and once found our tongues tasted each other. Finally her mouth opened and she let my tongue explore inside. She closed her lips around my exploring tongue and sucked it in.
“You may be a small woman but your mouth isn’t.” I groaned around her sucking as she laughed, breaking our kiss.
“Yes, I’m quite happy being a big mouth.” she quipped.
“My breasts are another matter.” She sighed anxiously.
“I’ve been divorced twice and then there were two serious boyfriends, one in high school and one in college.” she continued.
“All four of them, especially my last husband, became hateful towards the size of my breasts. At my height they look even larger than they are, but even with that they are rather large.”
“My last husband beat me and when he abused me he told me how ugly I was, top heavy slut, he called me, cow. He had many nasty ways to refer to my breasts and the last time he threatened to fix me and came at me with a knife. He meant to cut me there. I kicked him hard, ran and never looked back. When the divorce was final I moved here from New York City.”
“I saw you looking me over, undressing me with your eyes and giving my breasts more than the casual once over. To me it was hot, more so because of your obvious interest in my breasts, but I worry you’ll want me and them now but will find me too short and too big breasted later -especially when others stare at me and gawk when we go anywhere. People can be cruel and big breasted women can be made to feel like freaks.” she cried.
“I felt your eyes on me that first afternoon and I wanted to meet you then but I’m very afraid that I’m ugly and too huge, a cow, all teats. I just don’t think I could stand to be hurt again but even so somehow you’ve attracted me.” she sobbed.
I let her down from my arms, kissing her as I did and told her to show me, “Show me your breasts Sarah. When I first saw you my heart skipped a beat, today it was the same when you came to your door and let me in. I felt like a horse kicked me in the guts. I wanted you that first day and every day after and I want you now but let me see your naked breasts. I’ll tell you how I feel about them as soon as you do.”
She stood trembling and untied the string that held her top up and slowly let it fall, uncovering her cleavage and filled bra. She reached behind her back and unhooked the clasps that kept her bra on. Slowly she let it fall and as she did her breasts and large hard nipples were bared. My cock hardened immediately as she exposed her lovely breasts. I had no control over that. Her large breasts sagged under their own weight as one would expect but not nearly as much as you might think. These were rare, pear shaped, breasts and glorious. They had spring left in them – they jiggled and swayed when she moved. The areolas were a light dusty brown – swollen and bumpy, resembling a large puffy bottle cap. Each complete with a rigid nearly three quarter inch long nipple that pointed straight at me from its half inch base.
“Unbuckle your jeans too, Sarah.” I said in a breathless voice.
She moved closer to me as she opened her jeans for me and shrugged them off down to the floor before she stepped out of them and stood before me in just her panties – arms at her sides looking up.
“Well?” she asked uncertainly.
I moved to her quickly and gathered her up in my arms again, dipping my mouth to her hard nipples suckling each one. Nipping and dragging my teeth over them as I tongued them with the greatest passion. My fingers slipped inside her panties and found her shaved slit. Three fingers entered her wet lips and rising found her clit. Fingering her clit while pushing two fingers inside her made her squirm in my arms and moan into my chest. My mouth sucked her nipples and breasts as my fingers strove to bring her pleasure. This woman was mine; I knew that now, mine to be pleasured by and to give pleasure to. Were her breasts too big? Was she too short? To me she was simply, perfect and I meant to show her how I felt about her as often as I could manage it.
I wanted her to crave my cock and cum – to desire being fed. I needed her to be my willing cum slut and I whispered this in her ear as I kissed her neck and licked her ear lobes. I would build up her confidence in her body. I knew I could do that easily since I craved every inch of her. I walked, carrying her upstairs to where I assumed was her bedroom. Finding her bedroom I lay her gently on her bed and settled in beside her. My fingers and mouth didn’t stop their assault on her nipples, neck, ears, mouth, pussy and clit and remained busy. I whispered to her about her beauty and that her proportions were simply perfect to my eyes. I admitted that while there may well be breasts too large in the world for me, hers were not. I kissed her breasts all over as my fingers continued to stroke her clit and fuck her hot wet pussy. Soon she began to moan deeply in her throat as her first orgasm hit her, making her tremble. I kept going until the second orgasm had subsided and then stripped myself naked and lay quietly next to her. My hip pressed against her as she lifted her head to rest it softly on my stomach.
“You’ll do, Sarah – to me you are all the right sizes.” I smiled as she squealed and hugged me, kissing my stomach.
“I’m so glad!” she sighed as her right hand slid to find my hard cock and her left hand cupped and teased my swollen balls.
In another minute her mouth was kissing its way down my belly as she used her strong gentle fingers to hold my hard cock up off my belly. I groaned as her hot wet mouth opened and took the engorged head of my cock inside. With a pop she pulled her mouth off my cock and moaned, “I told you I liked having a big mouth.”
“Good, Sarah, I thought I might have to persuade you, even teach you to suck my cock honey. In fact, I was prepared to be very patient with you until I could take the time and care to train you to be my cum slut.” I whispered.
“I heard you whisper your needs to me as you were carrying me and making me cum lover. Sucking my lovers cock has always been a deep seated need of mine.” she admitted as her pretty face turned a deep shade of red.
“Lay back and let your big breasted little cock sucker gorge herself on your sweet meat.” she whispered as the shade of red on her face deepened.
I groaned loudly hearing her words and again as her mouth opened and took my cock inside. My hands found her breasts and each grasped one and squeezed as her mouth took me deeper inside. I moaned as I felt my cocks head hit the back of her mouth, touch the opening to her throat and stop. I worried about her gagging then felt her open and take me into her throat. As she did she swallowed around me. It was wonderful. As she sucked her fingers teased and kneaded my heavy balls. She was coaxing the release of the hot cum stored in my swollen sack. Her head bobbed up and down as she took my shaft in and out of her throat and mouth, sucking deeply enough to cave in her cheeks on the up stroke and filling them with air on the down stroke. She enjoyed cock sucking, that was apparent and I knew I had hit the jackpot. I groaned and felt that tingle deep inside my balls as cum started its rush up my shaft and into her waiting expectant hungry mouth. Swallowing repeatedly as my cum shot into her mouth and throat in thick ropes and gooey streams she managed to swallow every drop as she slaked her thirst and warmed her cum slut belly. She finished me and then used her tongue, lips, and fingers to clean my diminishing cock as she growled a satisfied growl deep in her throat. She moved her head up to my chest and looked up into my eyes. As we looked into each other’s eyes I saw a tear slip crazily from one. Catching it with a finger I looked at it, then back in her eyes.
“You caught my happy tear, my love.” she smiled.
She was my cum slut woman, my sweet wet pussy lips, my gorgeous large breasted wanton woman with long hard nipples, my devoted lady love, my sweet lady of the beacons and more. I felt luckier than any man alive.
“You take my breath away, my love.” I sighed into her hair as I pulled her lips to mine for a long kiss.
“I’m yours now, you know lover.” she whispered through our kiss.
“Life is grand!” I roared back into her wide eyed face as she giggled her affirmation.
In her soft small voice she asked, “Will you fuck me now please, I want your sweet cum filling all my holes, lover.”
As she lay there asking me to fuck her, my fingers slipped around to her sweet ass and played with her little puckered anus. She squirmed next to me and kissed me wherever her lips could as she said in her best begging voice, “please, please, please – there, now!”
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