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This story contains sexual themes, words, and actions.  If you are under 21, go
away.  If you don't like this sort of stuff, go away.

Please do not repost or reprint without my permission.  

I am trying new themes.  Haven't abandoned "Pet" yet, for those of you who
would like more.  But this just needed writing when I sat down at the computer.
 It kind of turned me on, I must confess.  <wink> Anyone else?

-Pami


"Boob Boy" by Pami F/m

She walked into the room.  His tongue suddenly went dry, as it always did when
he saw her.  Kind of like the first time, EVERY time.  His mind quickly flashed
back....

She was an attractive woman.  Long golden brown hair, fair skin, pouty lips,
tall, voluptuous (heavy, but she carried it well), with magnetic brown eyes and
an incredibly sensual voice.  He focused in on his obsession, though.  The one
thing she had that he wanted more than anything else.  It was her tits.  They
were glorious.  Measuring 56 inches around, all natural, bouncing, despite the
bra she wore, and just...magnificent.

For as long as he could remember, he had been attracted to women with large
breasts.  No, not just large, he corrected himself, enormous.  They were an
aphrodisiac to him.  Just the sight of them was enough to make his mind spin.
And hers were spectacular.  He had thought so when he first met her, but by the
time he saw them naked, in all their glory, he was enthralled.  All he wanted
to do was bury his face in them.  Massage them.  Knead them.  Suckle at her
large pink nipples.  Worship them.  THAT was the word.  Worship them.

She had been slightly uncomfortable with his obvious fixation.  It wasn't the
first time a man had been obsessed with her tits, and it surely wouldn't be the
last, but he was, perhaps, the MOST fixated on them that she had come across to
date.  Their first meeting, she had to reach out and pull his chin up, since he
showed the disconcerting habit of addressing all comments to them, rather than
to her face.  She was kind of turned on by his obvious adoration of them, but
she couldn't help but feel self- conscious when he was so...single-minded.
Still, she considered, she did enjoy having her breasts played with, so she
thought she might give him the chance he wanted, and see exactly what he could
offer.

After the first time, she was sold.  He was different from every other man she
had known.  But she, and her tits, loved the attention.  She had never seen her
nipples get so large.  She remembered glancing down as he sucked one and as he
let it out of his mouth to switch to the other she noticed that the nipple was
about the size of a grape.  The entire areola was raised, and THAT was about
the size of the palm of her hand.  And she realized that she could enjoy this
even more than she had originally thought.

He had been mesmerized by her bounty that night.  EVERY night, he guessed, but
that first time was something special.  They had escaped to privacy and she had
slowly, very slowly, began to tease him.  She would cross her arms under her
tits, and show them off to his admiring eyes.  Even fully clothed, his mind
boggled at the sight of them.  She had worn a sweater.  One that clung to the
curves of her chest.  It buttoned down the front, and had a scoop neck,
exposing the creamy upper quarter of her breasts.  He could just see the dark
valley between them, and had flashed on a vision of his face buried in there,
titflesh on either side of his face, and the unique scent of a woman there.
Hers would be overpowering, he knew.  Just that quick thought made his cock
rise to half-mast.

She had slowly, VERY slowly, unbuttoned the sweater, one by one.  Smiling at
his face as he watched, eager to see all that she was revealing.  When she had
unbuttoned the one just below her bra, she pulled the sides back and stopped,
framing her tits...her magnificent tits...with the sweater.  Her bra was lace,
and she knew, without even looking down, that he could see her nipples through
the lace.  

He was entranced.  She was a witch.  She had ALL of the power at the moment.
Looking at those breasts, he could see the darker color at the tips.  The
nipples.  That was where he wanted to be.  But he stared at the entire expanse
of lace-covered flesh.  It seemed like there were acres of titmeat for him to
look at.  Presented to him from a few feet away, while he sat in his chair,
unmoving.  She began to taunt him.

"Is this what you want, dear?" she reached down and pulled at the nipples.  "Do
you see these nice juicy nipples waiting for your touch?  Do want to lick them?
 Kiss them?  Suck them?  Would you like to be my boob boy?  My tit slave?  Do
you know how to take care of tits this big?  They are soft and
warm....Mmmmm..." she cooed as she cupped them in her hands, thrusting them out
to him.  

Her bra was one of those demi-bras...the cup only large enough to cover to just
above the nipples.  The upper curves were exposed to his eyes in all of their
abundance.  She plucked at her rosy teats.  She could feel herself getting
moist between her legs.  This WAS a turn-on, she thought to herself.  "My own
little slave-boy.  Ready to take care of me in any way I want.  I could really
enjoy this."

His mouth was open now, and his hands flexed convulsively.  He wanted nothing
more than to grab on to those tits.  He had fairly large hands, but he would
bet that it would take both hands to completely hold one of her boobs while he
nursed on the end.  He swallowed as she approached him.

She stood directly in front of him now.  His face was even with her tits.  She
could tell he wanted to touch them.  He wasn't even looking at her face or the
rest of her body now, he was completely fixated on the bounty before him.

"Through the bra, suck them NOW.  Through my bra," she hissed at him.  "No
hands.  Just your mouth.  Make those nipples hard.  DO IT, boy, NOW."

And he did.  His mouth immediately found a dark peak through the lace and his
teeth firmed it up so he could pull it into his mouth.  The feel of that
warmth...that hard point of flesh that was still so pliable and soft.   Even
through the lace, it was enough to pull his prick into complete hardness.  He
shifted in his chair.  After all, he was still completely clothed and his cock
was confined.  

"OOOoooooohhhhh," she moaned softly.  It had been a while since someone had
paid attention to her nipples, and even though it was through the fabric of her
bra, it felt wonderful.  She looked down, and she could see that his eyes were
closed.  He was concentrating on the task at hand.  Her eyes closed and her
head fell back against her neck as she wallowed in the sensations.  She pulled
back and he looked up at her face with a disconsolate expression on his face.
She smiled, and teased him.

"Oh baby, what is that look for?  Are you upset that I took away your new toys?
 Did you like having my tits in your face? Do you want more?  You want THESE?"
she played with him, as she caressed herself before his eyes.  She ran her
hands all over her breasts, and then continued to unbutton her sweater.  She
shrugged it off and stood before him clad in her bra, her miniskirt, and her
heels.  "Come, help me take off this nasty bra," she beckoned to him.

He JUMPED to his feet, eager to help his goddess off with her clothes.  He
practically leapt the three feet to her and then he stood there.  Dumbfounded.
Wondering if he should wait for her instructions.

"Good boy.  I am glad to see that you didn't touch me without permission," she
said approvingly.  "Now, watch me unhook this bra so you know how to do it for
next time.  I expect that you will know how to dress and undress me from now
on."

He watched intently as her hands reached down to the clasp in the front of her
tits.  She let her hands rest there for a moment, and then she twisted it and
the cups sprang apart, exposing her creamy flesh for his adoring eyes.

He was amazed!  They sagged a little bit, but they were huge, he expected them
to sag more.  They looked firm, even without the support of the bra.  And her
nipples were even larger than he had thought seeing them through their lacy
cover.  His mouth watered, and her hands came up and pulled his chin up so he
looked her in the face.

"Come around and help me slide this off now, boy," she told him, drinking in
the glazed look he had.  She was really impressed.  She was wet now, and she
realized that having her very own boob boy was a definite turn-on.  She turned
her back and let him slide it off her shoulders.  When she turned around she
saw him looking with an startled look on his face at the tag.

"Something interesting there?" she asked.

"I.   I...  I never saw tits that were 42 triple D before," he stuttered,
blushing a little bit as he realized that he probably sounded stupid.  " I
mean, in real life.  I... I.... PLEASE....PLEASE.... let me take care of them,"
he finished fervently.

She smiled.  She climbed onto the large bed and propped herself up against
three of four pillows in a sitting position against the head board.  She still
wore her skirt and stockings, but had kicked off her heels.

"Come here," she nodded and patted the area next to her body.

He JUMPED onto the bed and she frowned.  "No.  Take off your clothes first.  I
want you nude.  I want to see your MAN'S body while you are my breast BOY."

He scrambled off the bed, eager to please her, and stripped.  He wasn't ashamed
of what he had to offer, and he posed for a moment so she could look at him.
His hand automatically stroked his erect cock as if to soothe its rampant
hardness,

She smiled again, and patted the bed.  "Now.  I want you here now.  Lay your
head on my tits."

He hurried to crawl across the bed and did as she asked.  His head was pillowed
on those magnificent breasts.  He inhaled, smelling her.  She smelled faintly
of vanilla, and of her unique scent.  Her nipples were still hard, and he
looked at them up close.  He could see the bluish veins running under her milky
skin to the tips, pumping the blood through, making them alive and warm and
exciting.

"Now, my sweet.  Now....they are yours to do with as you like.  Make me feel
good.  Lick them.  Suck them.  Milk them.  I want you to worship them like a
good boob boy.  Can you do that?"

"Oh YES," he breathed, never taking his eyes off of the bounty before him.  He
was so turned on.  He wanted to devour them, make her nipples as hard as she
had ever felt them.  He wanted to pull on them, and imagine that he could feel
milk coming out of them.  He wanted to stay here forever, the creaminess of her
tits before him, and the contrasting scratchiness of her skirt against his bare
flesh.  He wanted to adore her as the goddess that she was.  He wanted to be
her breast boy for as long as she could stand it.

He took his hands and began to knead the one white globe closest to him.  He
was fascinated by the softness and yet the firmness beneath it.  He kissed
every inch of that breast.  He licked up and down it.  He took his tongue and
encircled it from the farthest point, where it attached to her chest and slowly
drew a spiral until his mouth was on the point.  And that he took into his
mouth and suckled at.  Much like a baby, trying to draw nourishment from its
mother's breast.  He massaged that breast, pulling on it, while he took as much
into his mouth as he could.  He flicked it with his tongue, batting it back and
forth while his teeth held it steady.  His senses were completely fixated on
the tit before him.  He moaned around it and realized that this is where he
wanted to be forever.  At her breast, burying himself in it. Completely losing
himself in the role of boob boy.

As she pulled away from him, he whimpered.  She pushed his head toward her
other breast.  "You wouldn't want to neglect this one, would you?" she
murmured.

He immediately began sucking at the already engorged nipple.  Her hands ran
through his hair and pulled him even more firmly against her titflesh, pressing
his nose deep into the softness.  He could feel her breasts all over his
face...they were THAT large.   Against his cheeks, his chin, his eyes.  Nothing
existed for him but this. 

She was beside herself with arousal.  She couldn't believe this.  He had spent
at least forty minutes on one breast, until she couldn't take it anymore, and
she switched him to the other.  She wondered idly if that was what it was like
when you were nursing a child.  Then he pulled on her tit with his hand, and
her mind snapped back to the here and now.  It felt like he was milking her.
Like he was really trying to pull the sweetness out of her tits.  And she loved
the sensation.  She could feel the puddle of wetness beneath her and she knew
she was going to come without anyone even touching her pussy.  He was going to
do it.  Her boob boy was going to make her orgasm just from pulling on her
breasts.

Her mind started rambling as he switched back and forth, his hands caressing
and massaging and milking each tit while his mouth pulled and licked and
sucked.  "That's right, make mommy feel good.  Suck mommy's big tits.  Worship
my 42 triple D tits.  You are such a good boob boy.  Mmmmm... Would you like to
stay here and do this all the time for me?  You suck so well.  Milk me, boob
boy.  Do you like mommy's big tits?  You are such a good boy..."  Later, she
might be horrified by these statements, but he had worked her into a frenzy and
she didn't realize what she was saying.  

He heard her words, and they were music to his ears.  She touched on his
underlying fetish.  He wanted to be a man who suckled and drank mothers' milk.
And he sucked and milked even more intensely.  As her litany continued, his
mind whirled and his excitement increased and his body twitched as he came, all
over the bed, without even touching himself.

She glanced down as she felt his body convulsively jerk and saw the spurts of
semen jet out of his cock.  That was all it took.  She felt herself tumble over
the edge finally and her whole body spasmed as she came, convulsing over and
over, her pussy tightening on itself.

She finally pulled him off of her, by his hair and looked down at her ravaged
tits.  They were red and angry looking.  Splotchy against the usual whiteness
of them, and her nipples were huge.  But she felt GOOD. 

He looked sheepishly down at his cock, which was still half-hard, and the
puddle underneath it.  Then he looked at her.  Well, her tits, anyway.  Until
she pulled his chin so he was looking at her face.  And she pulled him in for a
long, wet kiss.




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