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From: "Carolyn Hartley" <cjhartle@iun.edu>
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Subject: {ASSM} Boob Boy
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Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2007 12:10:01 -0500
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  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. 

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