A friend told me this story yesterday when I asked her about the biggest cock she had ever seen/had. I asked if I could share it here and she agreed:
My name is Dina and my first real job was in pharmaceutical sales. I moved up pretty quick because I loved the work and the money that came with it. But I'll be the first to admit that my oversized chest probably helped. I was a completely natural HH cup on a relatively petite frame although my ass was also shapely. A lot of busty women hate their boobs but I've always loved mine and I playfully called them the "H" bombs. Honestly, boobs guys just gawk and stare at my tits and I have always enjoyed the power it gave me especially if it helped my sales numbers. The other part I loved about my first job was that I met my best friend in the world who started 6 months after me. Amazingly, she was the first woman I met with boobs bigger than mine. She was the epitome of tits on a stick. Her name was Dorothy and everyone loved calling us the Double Ds as we soon became inseparable. I can't tell you how many men offered us the world for a huge tittied threesome. Dorothy (Dotty to her friends) was 5'5, 125 and a 34J. I remember being amazed and ever so slightly jealous when I first saw them. I wasn't jealous of how much bigger they were but her tits defied gravity. They were a massive shelf of boob meat. Dotty loved showing hers off as much as I did so when we went out it was almost always a cleavage fest. We worked our tits for free drinks and access to any bar we wanted.
After a year, Dotty asked me if I would consider renting a place with her as she wanted to buy a really upscale condo that she couldn't afford by herself. I went with her to see the place and fell in love. The complex was very modern and chic with an amazing pool area. The condo had two master bedroom and a great open floor plan. Dotty bought it and I moved in.
After living there for several months, it was finally swimsuit weather and Dotty and I decided to lounge by the pool and day drink on a random Monday. One of the benefits of being in sales is that we didnt have office hours. The pool area was empty except for an older guy who was extremely tan and fit for his age.
"We are about to give that old man a heart attack when we pull out cover-ups off," Dottie remarked. I giggled knowing how tiny both are swimsuits were. I kept an eye on the old guy while Dottie slipped her cover-up over her head. She has a perfectly flat stomach which made the expanse of her breast look so much bigger. She wore a tiny black bikini whose triangular top just covered her dark nipples. Her boobs oozed everywhere.
"Damn," I said. "Your tits totally look fake."
"Nope," Dottie said with pouty lips. "100% natural". She bounced them up and down a little and I was mesmerized watching them jiggle and quiver. I glanced at the old man who seemed to not notice us at all. Even once I was standing in a bikini, I still don't think the guy had noticed us which was hilarious because so many guys would have died to be poolside next to two sets of mammoth breasts.
We started drinking some ice tea sangria and soaking in the early summer sun. It was so relaxing that I dozed off and was awakened by Dorothy squeezing my arm.
"Owwww," I said.
"No," she said quietly, "You have to see this."
"What," Is said sitting up.
"The old guy just got in the pool. He is completely buff and I swear I think I saw his cock in his swimsuit. It was humongous." I looked in the pool and the older guy was swimming laps. I could tell that his back and arms were chiseled with muscles.
"Wait, what? You saw his cock?"
"He walked over to the steps to get in. And I swear I could see it in his board shorts just flopping back and forth. It was past halfway to his knee."
"Shut up!" I said. I was awake now. Aside from having big tits in common, Dorothy and I were both size queens. It sort of comes with the territory. When you have big tits, you tend to attract really confident guys who more often than not are hung. We shot a lot of guys down by asking how hung they were which was so satisfying.
The older guy stopped swimming and was wading in the shallow end. He was really, really ripped but we couldn't see anything under the water. He had silver hair and the sexiest grey beard. Dorothy and I were both staring through our sunglasses waiting for him to emerge from the pool.
He must have see us staring at him because he smiled and said, "Hello."
"Hey," we both said in tandem.
"You two must be new here. I'm quite sure I would remember meeting you." He flashed a beautiful smile and threw us a wink.
"Yes," Dorothy cooed. Then she whispered under her breath, "now get out of the pool." Whether he heard her or not, the guy walked towards the steps and slowly emerged from the pool.
"Holy shit," I said and not under my breath. The board shorts clung to trunk and running down his right leg was a big, thick meaty cock. It looked as big as my arm. I looked over at Dotty whose mouth was agape.
"Welcome to the neighborhood, " the man said as he walked up to our loungers. "I'm Rick. The OG of the neighborhood." I had to pry my eyes from his massive cock to look him in the eyes. His eyes were dark blue.
"I'm Dorothy and this is Dina," Dotty said. "You can call us the DDs." Rick laughed and for the first time he drank in our curves as a slow smile crept across his face.
"Would you like some Sangria," I asked. I let my eyes settle again in his cock. If he was going to size up our tits, I was going to check him out again. My biggest boyfriend ever was just under 9 inches measured along the top with a ruler. Rick looked bigger and was still flaccid.
Rick saw me staring, smiled again and said "No thanks on the sangria. I am bout to go for ride. But maybe we can grab some wine later?"
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To be continued
My name is Dina and my first real job was in pharmaceutical sales. I moved up pretty quick because I loved the work and the money that came with it. But I'll be the first to admit that my oversized chest probably helped. I was a completely natural HH cup on a relatively petite frame although my ass was also shapely. A lot of busty women hate their boobs but I've always loved mine and I playfully called them the "H" bombs. Honestly, boobs guys just gawk and stare at my tits and I have always enjoyed the power it gave me especially if it helped my sales numbers. The other part I loved about my first job was that I met my best friend in the world who started 6 months after me. Amazingly, she was the first woman I met with boobs bigger than mine. She was the epitome of tits on a stick. Her name was Dorothy and everyone loved calling us the Double Ds as we soon became inseparable. I can't tell you how many men offered us the world for a huge tittied threesome. Dorothy (Dotty to her friends) was 5'5, 125 and a 34J. I remember being amazed and ever so slightly jealous when I first saw them. I wasn't jealous of how much bigger they were but her tits defied gravity. They were a massive shelf of boob meat. Dotty loved showing hers off as much as I did so when we went out it was almost always a cleavage fest. We worked our tits for free drinks and access to any bar we wanted.
After a year, Dotty asked me if I would consider renting a place with her as she wanted to buy a really upscale condo that she couldn't afford by herself. I went with her to see the place and fell in love. The complex was very modern and chic with an amazing pool area. The condo had two master bedroom and a great open floor plan. Dotty bought it and I moved in.
After living there for several months, it was finally swimsuit weather and Dotty and I decided to lounge by the pool and day drink on a random Monday. One of the benefits of being in sales is that we didnt have office hours. The pool area was empty except for an older guy who was extremely tan and fit for his age.
"We are about to give that old man a heart attack when we pull out cover-ups off," Dottie remarked. I giggled knowing how tiny both are swimsuits were. I kept an eye on the old guy while Dottie slipped her cover-up over her head. She has a perfectly flat stomach which made the expanse of her breast look so much bigger. She wore a tiny black bikini whose triangular top just covered her dark nipples. Her boobs oozed everywhere.
"Damn," I said. "Your tits totally look fake."
"Nope," Dottie said with pouty lips. "100% natural". She bounced them up and down a little and I was mesmerized watching them jiggle and quiver. I glanced at the old man who seemed to not notice us at all. Even once I was standing in a bikini, I still don't think the guy had noticed us which was hilarious because so many guys would have died to be poolside next to two sets of mammoth breasts.
We started drinking some ice tea sangria and soaking in the early summer sun. It was so relaxing that I dozed off and was awakened by Dorothy squeezing my arm.
"Owwww," I said.
"No," she said quietly, "You have to see this."
"What," Is said sitting up.
"The old guy just got in the pool. He is completely buff and I swear I think I saw his cock in his swimsuit. It was humongous." I looked in the pool and the older guy was swimming laps. I could tell that his back and arms were chiseled with muscles.
"Wait, what? You saw his cock?"
"He walked over to the steps to get in. And I swear I could see it in his board shorts just flopping back and forth. It was past halfway to his knee."
"Shut up!" I said. I was awake now. Aside from having big tits in common, Dorothy and I were both size queens. It sort of comes with the territory. When you have big tits, you tend to attract really confident guys who more often than not are hung. We shot a lot of guys down by asking how hung they were which was so satisfying.
The older guy stopped swimming and was wading in the shallow end. He was really, really ripped but we couldn't see anything under the water. He had silver hair and the sexiest grey beard. Dorothy and I were both staring through our sunglasses waiting for him to emerge from the pool.
He must have see us staring at him because he smiled and said, "Hello."
"Hey," we both said in tandem.
"You two must be new here. I'm quite sure I would remember meeting you." He flashed a beautiful smile and threw us a wink.
"Yes," Dorothy cooed. Then she whispered under her breath, "now get out of the pool." Whether he heard her or not, the guy walked towards the steps and slowly emerged from the pool.
"Holy shit," I said and not under my breath. The board shorts clung to trunk and running down his right leg was a big, thick meaty cock. It looked as big as my arm. I looked over at Dotty whose mouth was agape.
"Welcome to the neighborhood, " the man said as he walked up to our loungers. "I'm Rick. The OG of the neighborhood." I had to pry my eyes from his massive cock to look him in the eyes. His eyes were dark blue.
"I'm Dorothy and this is Dina," Dotty said. "You can call us the DDs." Rick laughed and for the first time he drank in our curves as a slow smile crept across his face.
"Would you like some Sangria," I asked. I let my eyes settle again in his cock. If he was going to size up our tits, I was going to check him out again. My biggest boyfriend ever was just under 9 inches measured along the top with a ruler. Rick looked bigger and was still flaccid.
Rick saw me staring, smiled again and said "No thanks on the sangria. I am bout to go for ride. But maybe we can grab some wine later?"
. . . .
To be continued