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Subject: {ASSM} Breasty Bobbi Meets Santa {T Thumper} (MF rough)
Date: Sat,  8 Dec 2001 17:10:04 -0500
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			Breasty Bobbi Meets Santa
			by Tom Thumper

	It was just another card game with the boys when Brad said something
weird.
	"Oh, fuck!  My wife is going to kill me!" he suddenly exclaimed.
	"What the hell are you talking about?" asked Joe.  Brad's young wife Bobbi
was the most timid and woman around.  Not like Paul's wife.  She had just
wandered through the kitchen in a see-through nighty, giving all the guys
instant boners.  Paul especially.  Joe remembered poor Bobbi from a party
when they were in high school.
	The party had been a particularly drunken orgy.   He and Tanya Watson had
burst in on Bobbi with her arms tied over her head surrounded by five
drunken jocks, cocks hard and dripping in their hands.  The biggest guy
had his cock up against Bobbi's trembling lips when they interrupted.  The
jock had told them to fuck off, but Bobbi had given him this deer-in-
the-headlights look.   He'd ended up with a broken nose, but  Bobbi came up
to him a week later and had said 'thank you' in that meek way she had.
She was all baggy pants and giant sweaters then, with hair that was
always falling over her eyes.
	Joe was sort of surprised she had ended up with Brad.  He went to the
strip bars with the guys, was always pinching the cute waitresses on
the ass.  He even followed Paul's wife out of the kitchen once or twice.
Once when in the local gym's sauna, Joe had taken a peek - Brad was
pretty hung.
	But then again high school was seven years ago.  Joe was still single
and spent his weekends drinking with the guys from work.  He ached to
have someone waiting for him when he came home from work.
	But not Bobbi.  Bobbi was so mousy.  Even now she never wore anything
even slightly revealing, and Joe was sure he'd never even seen Bobbi kiss
Joe, much less do any of the things he wanted a woman to do to him on a
regular basis.  Still she always had a smile when she saw Joe.
	"Ah crap!" said Brad.  "I promised her I'd dress up in this stupid Santa
suit I've got in my truck.  She insisted I get home by twelve o'clock and
come in with it and the presents I bought her.  She really wants a
traditional Christmas."  He spread out his cards on the table.  "Read 'em
and weep boys.  Full house!"
	Joe groaned.  That was the last of his money.
	"I'm on such a hot streak!" Brad said, pulling the pile of bills into his
grasp.  "Say Joe..."
	"What?"
	"You could really do me a favour.  I'll let you have your sixty bucks back
and another forty if you'd put on the suit, drive over to my place and
put the presents under the tree."
	"No way!  Bobbi will fucking call the cops on me!" protested Joe.
	"She goes to sleep early like a good little girl.  Come on buddy.  I'll
make it $150.  Just put the presents under the tree.  I'm gonna play
cards with these guys until the morning shift at five.  Bobbi will never
know the difference and you'll be a 150 bucks richer."
	"Ah, fuck.  I could use the money..."
	"Great," Brad tossed him the keys.  "Now get out of here and give me
the keys when I see you in morning."
*****
	Joe felt stupid as hell as he pulled up to Brad and Bobbi's house.  Stupid
Santa suit!  He'd hit a red light, just in front of the Ellisum Library,
when a red Miada had pulled along side with this hot Asian chick driving.
She looked over and caught him staring.  She gave him this big toothy
grin.  This girl had amazing cock-sucking potential - Joe was sure.  He
rolled down the window and was about to ask if she'd like to try his stick
shift when she started laughing at him.
	"You dirty old Santa!" she cried, holding her hand to her mouth.  "You
wanna bang me and then go home to Mrs. Santy Claw and the kid.  Bye,
bye!"  The light changed and she was gone, speeding down the road.
	At least all the lights were out in the house, except for the Christmas
tree in the front window.  Joe couldn't take two humiliations in one night.
He pulled on the beard and hat, and lugged the bag of presents over his
shoulder.
	As he quietly trudged through the snow to the front door, he savored
the feel of his cock rubbing against the soft velvet of his pants.  It was
a good thing Brad had told him to strip before putting on the suit.  It
was hot as hell.  Still, he thought, shifting his cock over, best not to
slip into the house with a big juicy boner.  Bobbi wouldn't understand
that!  Too bad that Japanese hottie hadn't stayed for some road side
fun.
	Everything went smoothly at first.  He only bashed his shin on the
coffee table once.  He slipped the presents under the tree and dropped
a long little box into a slender stocking embroidiered BOBBI.
	She sure was a freak for Christmas.  In addition to the deluxe tree,
sagging heavily with ornaments, there were garlands strung every-
where, and tons of Christmas cards hung over twine.  And there was
mistletoe everywhere!
	She had even gone to the trouble of laying out cookies and a drink
for Santa by the Lazyboy.  Joe's eye's locked on the drink.  A frosty
mug of beer.
	He licked his lips.  That sure would be sweet.  This suit was cooking
him!  He settled into the chair and took a pull on the beer.  Just what
he needed!
	"Does Santa like his cookies and beer?" a voice purred.
	Joe jerked his head up like INTRUDER ALERT! had just bellowed
through foot-tall speakers inches from his ear.  Luckily he hadn't
removed his beard because he was frozen with surprise.
	In the door way was the hourglass silhouette of the friendliest
reindeer he'd ever seen.  She was wearing little antlers, a bell collar
and a stretchy velvet tan body suit that had made her look completely
naked for an instant.  Then she turned and revealed a tiny tufted tail
that looked very soft and inviting.  She shook her long auburn hair,
making the bells jingle.
	"I'm sorry Santa," she said, strutting over to Joe, who was still
stunned in the chair.  "I'm a naughty girl.  I should be all asleep in
bed, sucking my thumb."  She slid her thumb between her glistening
lips and sucked.  "But I wanted to show you how much I've grown
this Christmas, Santa."  She placed her hands on Joe's knees and
let him feast his eyes on her jumbo breasts.  Her swollen nipples
were clearly visible under the body stocking.
	Holy Shit! Joe thought to himself.  Bobbi was all curves and the
nicest tits he'd seen in a long long while, except for the magazine
type in KNOCKERS.
	"Ho.  Ho, ho!" Joe managed to stutter out in a deep voice.  He was
trapped and Bobbi would realize she'd exposed herself to one of Brad's
friends.
	"Oh, no Santa!" she squealed.  "I'm not a whore."  She began to unbutton
Santa's coat, revealing Joe's sweaty, toned chest.  "Is it because
Breasty-Bobbi cock-teases her hubby all the time?"  She slipped her
hand under Joe's coat and began to pull his nipples.  "Why Santa!  You're
not wearing anything under your coat."  She slipped into his lap.
"Is Santa feeling hot?"
	Joe decided to risk talking.
	"Now, now Bobbi," he said, patting her large round bottom.  "You be
a good little girl and get off to bed and your husband will be home soon."
	"No!" She slipped round in his lap, straddling him and pushing her boobs
into his face.  "I want my Santa! I don't want my husband!"
	She shoved Joe back in the chair, but he pushed back, knocking her to
one side.  she fell across his knee.
	"You be good!"  He gave her ass a light smack.  But instead of hopping
off she moaned and proffered her bottom up to him.
	"Mmmm...Santa's being wicked!" she said.
	"What?" He tried to keep his voice deep, but he was too surprised.
	"Spank me Santa."  She was rubbing his lap, getting him extremely hot.
"Please Santa!  Give me a good hiding!"
	Joe let her have it.  A good solid smack across her generous behind.
Her bottom really filled out the spandex velvet.  Joe simply couldn't help
himself, it was too delicious of a target not to strike.  She shudder and 
gasped
and the sound of the spank echoed around the room.
	"You're so strong today, Santa!  I love it when you spank me hard."
Her hand was sliding up and down his leg.  She was in danger of finding his
growing prick.  Joe wanted her to find his cock.  He was sweaty profusely
now and he could feel the horny burning add to his fire.  He smacked her
eager young bottom again.
	"And why do you enjoy getting spanked, Breasty Bobbi?" he asked,
running his hand up her arched back and then down to her quivering tail.  It
was then he noticed the zipper tracing her spine.
	"It's because I'm a naughty little slut," she crooned.  He spanked her
again and she groaned, rubbing herself harder and harder over his lap.
	"Because I fantasize about other men coming to the stable and finding
me tethered to the hitching post.  Horny men.  Men who would use me.
Naughty.  OH!  Make me suck their big big dicks.  Make me bend over and
take it like a loose cunted whore.  Except,"  her hand hand finally found 
his
dong and wrapped around him through the velvet pants.  "Except I'm a very
tight and horny housewife."
	He started spanking her slowly and then faster and faster, glorying in
the feel of her firm yet supple bottom.  All the while she undulated on his
lap, jingling with each spank from her bell collar.  She sucked on her 
thumb,
mumbling how naughty she was while with her other hand she squeezed him,
yanking him larger and larger till he could stand it no more.
	Abruptly he grasped the zipper he had spotted at the collar of her
outfit and drew it down her back.  The velvet split open like a poached 
peach
revealing her milky white skin underneath.  The zipper stopped just above
her great bottom which still was flexing and releasing from it's discipline.
	Bobbi cried out with surprise and rolled off Joe's lap.  The outfit
contracted further and she looked up at him, just managing to hold the now
tiny material over her large breasts.  She looked shocked.  Her generous 
lips
dropped open and her eyes were deer like.  Joe remembered those eyes.
	"Santa, are you having lustful thoughts?" she asked in a husky voice.
Her eyes dropped to the front of pants.  "Cause the next girl will get a
VERY BIG surprise when she sits on your lap!"
	Joe grunted and tried to push down the giant erection that was
threatening to rip a hole in his ridiculous pants.  He needed to take 
control
of the situation.  He needed to get a grip.  He wanted to grip Bobbie by her
tities and fuck the daylights out of her.
	"Strip," he barked.  What the hell.  Santa was gonna have some fun.
	Bobbi struggled to her feet still holding the outfit over her boobs.
She locked eyes with Joe for a long lingering moment.  Joe could feel the
blood pulse in his brain.  She was breathing heavy, her pupils were dilated.
	Then she smiled and slowly began to peel herself out of her reindeer
skin.  As she bent over to slip her long legs out of the spandex, Joe was
startled at just how large her boobs were in comparison to the rest of her
slender body.  They were too large for her body, almost grotesque, yet he
couldn't keep his eyes off them.  She cradled them in her arms and looked
down at him with a smile.
	"My hubby gave me them for my birthday," she said, arching her
back letting them bounce up and down slowly.  "I was big before, but I
wanted to be eye candy.  I wanted to be Breasty Bobbi."
	"I'm a little mouse to most of the world.  But in private I want to
be the biggest slut around.  Look out Pamela!   Men would see my udders
and just want to milk me.  Every man who really sees me knows I'm good
for only one thing, pleasing them.  Now men can't control their dicks when
I wear my little tees.  I've always wanted to have men shooting their loads
all over me.  Fucking my knockers.  Hooters wouldn't take me because, as
the jealous head waitress said-"  She bent forward and whispered/blew
into Joe's ear.  " 'You're not a waitress you're a fuck doll...'"
	She raised her hands above her head and began to grove in front of
him.
	"I've always wanted to get as much cum as I could.  And just now in
bed," she shut her eyes and continued to twist.  "I dreamt about Santa 
coming
down the chimney to give me a stocking that was absolutely stuffed with the
creamy good stuff."
	Joe motioned her forward.  She obeyed and he slipped his hand over
her pussy letting his fingers sink into her sodden thatch and down into her
juicy valley.
	"Mmmm...bushy," he murmured.
	She dropped to her knees and began to frantically untie his belt.  He
sat back and let her pull his pants down.  His cock sprung up and pushed
between her pale melons with their bright red nipples.  He was pleased to
see her boobs didn't dwarf his dong.
	"Oh my!" she said pressing her tits around him.  "You're not Brad.
You're the real Saint Dick!"
	"That's right Breasty."  He grinned.  "You'd better run."
	Bobbi took a sudden intake of breath, then jumped to her feet and
pranced away, jingling and jiggling as she did.  Her little tail was still 
stuck
on her bottom and for Joe it twitched like a little red flag.
	He jumped up and roared, kicking off the pants and stripping off the
jacket.  His muscular body gleamed with sweat.  But with the beard and hat
he still looked like a porn Saint Nick.  He tore after her.
	She looked over her shoulder and screamed.  The chase was on.
	At first he let her gallop in front of him.  He enjoyed the sight of her
hair streaming over her shoulders, the slinky action of her tits, her 
haunches
as they pumped.  His cock swung heavily up and down before him and his
pecs muscles bounced as well.  Each time she looked behind, she shrieked
or giggled and he became more and more aroused.
	Finally he caught her by the arm in the hall.  He swung her round and
threw her up against the wall, her bottom hitting first and then her 
shoulders.
She gasped and he splayed her arms out and began to kiss her neck.
	She got her legs pressed against the wall and shoved, smashing his
back into the other wall,  her boobs enveloped around him so they flattened
out against the wall.  She pulled off and ran down the hall.
	He was right on her tail.  In fact, he reached out and yanked the
reindeer tail off her bottom, eliciting  a yelp and slowing her down just
enough for Joe catch Bobbi and push her face first against the large window
at the hall's end.
	"Time for Santa to ride his reindeer!" said Joe.  And he pulled
Bobbi's ass up to his cock, pushing her face and tits flat onto the window.
Her legs were spread and her pussy was wet, eager and easy to spread.
	"But Santa!"  Bobbi tried to push up from the glass with her arms,
but only succeeded in lifting her face, further flattening her tits till 
they
were like two giant spotlights beaming out their breasty news to the
neighborhood.
	Joe ignored her and pushed his cock deep into her pussy.  Bobbi
let out a cry of pleasure and forgot her complaint.
	She hadn't lied.  Her pussy was snug as a could be.
	As he started to bang her ass she began to talk, like she was
confessing her sins to a priest or some other type of quasi-religious 
figure.
	"God that's right fuck me here in front of the window.  This is what
I've dreamed of Santa, ever since high school."  He slapped her haunch 
urging
her to move her body in motion with his steady thrusting.  She obeyed.
	"I've wanted you ever since that party.  Do you remember that one?
You were with that slut Watson."  She twisted her head so she could see Joe.
"You might as well pull off the beard Joe.  I know it's you."
	Joe yanked the beard from his face.  Now all he had on was the Santa
hat and Bobbi's stellar ass.
	"Oh, did you know what old Tanya Watson is famous for?"  Bobbi
began to wiggle her bottom as Joe slapped against her.  "She's famous for 
her
work with retarded boys!  Oooohh yes!    Let me tell you when you're a
sixteen girl you want it just as bad as a boy does.  Good little volunteer 
Tanya
would go visit these slow boys and teach them about the birds and the bees
and blow jobs and butt fucking!  Oh yes! almost like that, but not nearly as
big I bet!  They found out cause the next volunteer got bent over as soon
as she walked in the door.  I bet she had a surprised look on her face, 
being
a nun and all!  Tanya's family was able to keep it out of the papers but
Oh harder! everybody knew."
	Joe pulled Bobbi a couple of inches away from the glass so that
her boobs smack against the window with the force of his cock.  He loved
the sound they made.  Bobbi was a trooper, keeping her legs tensed, so her
ass was a satisfying target.  He kept on hitting bullseye after bullseye.  
She
panted now as she talked.
	"You thought you saved me at that party, right?  Actually I sweet
talked each of those guys into the room.  I was, and am, SUCH a cock hound.
I wanted to be surrounded by those cocks.  As you burst in I was going to
strip for them get them so fucking hot.  But then you came in.  I should 
have
been pissed.  You should have whipped out yours and made me extra creamy.
But instead you rescued me....and I let you.  You've been in my dreams
fucking me all these years."  She gasped and paused letting Joe slip one 
hand
around so he could finger her clit as he slowly fucked her brains out.
	"Then last month Brad comes home from the gym and tells me about
you eying his cock in the sauna.  Which is very naughty by the way!  And
he tells me how big you are too.  Now, Brad gets to fuck all the pussy he
wants so I asked for my own Christmas present this year.  You.  And my
husband is so sweet!  He sends you in a Santa suit with a big boner.  Oh,
god I'm going to cum!  Fucking me against the window, fingering my spot!
I've wanted your cock in me, all over me, for such a long long time."
	She climaxed, banging her fists on the glass.  Her knees began to
tremble.  She rose up and down, riding his cock as she came.  She began to
lose her balance.  Joe grabbed her by the boobs and began fucking her with
abandon.  This seemed to intensify her orgasm, she began to scream and
ram herself further down his cock shaft.  With a tremulous gasp she was
spent, and sank to the floor.
	Then, on her knees, she turned round.
	"Let me suck you," she said.
	As she went to it, licking his shaft, covering her lips in pre-cum
and making it feel like his cock was in a liquid dream, he noticed the 
window
they had fucked in looked right into the window of the next-door-neighbour.
In the window was a familiar young Japanese woman being undressed by an
older man.  Her t-shirt and skirt was off and he was ripping off her 
panties.
He was wisely leaving the high heeled calve boots on.  They must have been
watching for a while.  The young woman had a confused, yet undeniably
aroused look on her face.
	The older man's cock was throbbing hugely in her tiny hand.
	"There are-", he began to say.
	"That's Yoshi, the Cook's foreign exchange student," she said, pausing
to let his glistening cock slip up and down between her tits.  "Looks like
Mr. Cook has finally decided to introduce some Western cum to those
rosebud lips of hers.  Serves her right.  She was positively fingering 
herself
watching us when Mr. Cook decided to take her in hand."
	And then her mouth was back on him, sucking him up and down,
tugging on his balls and moaning.  She wouldn't stop until she elicited an
explosion.  Mr. Cook across the way pushed Yoshi to her knees and began
to beat off into her face, his eyes locked on Bobbi's tits and Joe's swollen
cock.  Joe had been right about Yoshi, she did have amazing cock suck
potential.  Cook arched his back and his cock began to shoot geysers into
Yoshi face.  It really surprised her at first spattering all over her cheek 
and
face and tits, but then she grabbed hold and began to suck like a Sony
vacuum cleaner.  Cook wrapped his hands in her hair and rolled his eyes
in pleasure.   He looked up and gave Joe a weak thumbs up.
	Joe began to wave back, but then his cock pulsed and the spurts
started to cum.  Bobbi looked up and began to gulp like it was her favorite
slushie, but this was a super-mega big gulp.  She sucked and suck and gulped
but still it ran out from between her lips and began to spatter on her 
heaving
tits which knocked on Joe's knees.
	He grinned as she rubbed her boobs in his cum.  "Merry Christmas,
and to all a good night!"

- FIN -
* don't know what it is about me and slushies : ) *
tom9211@hotmail.com


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