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Boob Boy by Pami (pami1968@aol.com) [F/m femdom 
(sorta), fetish (definitely)]

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.  
Well, 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 a 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.

