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Boob Man

By: oopsydaisy



"Please." 

His warm, smooth hand covered mine on the doorknob. I had been on my way out the door when he stopped me. 

All he had to do was simply place his hand on mine and stand close to me. The angry fire in me had already dissipated before I reached the door, and he knew it. 

We'd had an argument, a "row," as he put it. "He" was my boyfriend -- my impossibly sexy British boyfriend. He was tall and dark and handsome, of course. And he had a charm to him that simply had me spellbound. He was a good man; he was kind to me. I could never stay angry at him for very long. 

"Please," he repeated. His deep, gravelly voice had a pleading tone to it, a sharp contrast that always made me melt. "Let me suckle."

It was always what he needed after we'd had a fight.

He obviously had some mommy issues -- it probably had something to do with being sent away to boarding school at such a young age -- but I really didn't want to go there. Pondering his Freudian fixations would do nothing but kill my libido, and the reasons didn't matter anyway.

He needed it, and I was more than willing to give it to him.

There was a ritual to how I serviced him. 

I took him by the hand and led him to the sofa. After he sat down, I seductively climbed up in his lap and straddled him. 

When we did this, he always looked up at me as if he was entranced. He leaned his head back against the top of the sofa cushions, and his eyes glazed over as he stared up at me, his lips slightly parted. But as I began to unbutton my gauzy blouse, his focus inevitably moved from my face to my breasts.

He watched in silence with bated breath as I slipped my blouse off my shoulders and let it drop to the sofa. His focus was now entirely on my black lace bra and what it held.

There was nothing my boyfriend liked more than to experience my breasts. Of course, he enjoyed other parts of me, too, but he was a boob man to the extreme. I'm sure that's a big part of the reason he was attracted to me in the first place. My hefty double D's attracted the attention of many men, even those who preferred legs and asses.

So as I straddled him wearing nothing but my bra above my waist, he bent his head forward and began to nuzzle. His closely cropped scruff grazed my delicate skin. I could feel his hot breath playing on the tops of my breasts and in my tight cleavage.

His nuzzling was gentle as he brushed his face against the fleshy mounds spilling over the top of my bra. He softly nosed and kissed me there as his hands traveled slowly up my bare back. 

It didn't take long, though, for his gentle treatment to become more urgent. It started with him getting a little vocal. Slight moans and whimpers escaped his throat as his kisses and caresses became more feverish. His eyes were closed and his cheeks flushed as he became more desperate to bury his face in my flesh.

At this point, I gently but firmly threaded my fingers in his hair and guided his head back. In his daze, he complied, leaning back against the sofa and staring up at me with half-lidded eyes. 

I reached behind my back with both hands and unclasped my bra. His eyes widened and his breath hitched as the bra dropped slowly, revealing more and more flesh until my tits were completely naked before him. 

Hunger shone in his bright green eyes as he stared, taking in the glorious sight of my giant breasts. Then he raised up and, with a muffled moan, pressed his face in between them. 

His hands left my hips and cupped the undersides of my bare breasts, caressing them and pushing them together as his face wallowed in my cleavage. His breathing got faster as he frantically moved his head back and forth between my tits, his open mouth grazing them as he went.

He began to lick and suck, his tongue and teeth and lips having their way with my boobs.

But it wasn't until he came up for air and leaned back again that I started to get really aroused. It was because at this point, he began to focus on my nipples. 

The first thing he did was place a hand on each boob so that his thumbs were positioned on my large, rosy nipples. And then, very lightly, he stroked his thumbs across and around them. They tightened instantly, jutting out in my arousal.

Now it was my turn to groan. His touch sent me into abandon. I leaned my head back as he did his work, at the same time arching my back and thrusting my jiggling tits toward him as an offering. 

It was as if my nipples were buttons to my sex drive. Warm, thrilling sensations emanated directly from my sensitive nipples and spread throughout my body. It was almost as powerful as a genuine orgasm.

And then, as he continued thumbing one of my nipples, he took the other in his hot, wet mouth. My head still thrown back, I could hear him faintly moan as he began to suck.

The nipple sucking effectively sent me over the edge. My hips bucked in his lap and I wrapped my arms around his head and urged him to my breast.

"Oh!" I couldn't control my voice as his hands clutched at my tits and he hungrily sucked for all he was worth. It was a beautiful sight to look down and see him latched to my tit, his eyes closed in his own ecstasy.

"Oh!" His mouth now turned its attentions to my other nipple, pulling and tonguing as he sucked and sucked. 

I pressed my crotch into him and smoothly grabbed handfuls of his shaggy hair as his lips moved from one nipple to the other, back and forth, back and forth, licking and sucking and teasing and gently grazing my huge tits. In his haze of pleasure, his long, slender fingers clutched and kneaded and fondled me.

He took my magnificent tits in spilling handfuls, pulling at them as he lolled his tongue around my now distended nipples, gently nipping at them and then kissing and sucking. 

Soon, he wanted to completely have me.

"Please," he groaned quietly. "Let me have pussy."

I always let him have what he wanted.

Slowly, I stood up from straddling him and stepped back. As he watched with intense, frowning concentration, I reached my hands behind my waist and unzipped my skirt. Carefully and sensually, I worked it down -- down my hips, down my thighs, until it was in a heap on the floor.

My black lace panties were all that I now wore, and they soon went the way of my skirt, until I was standing before my boyfriend completely naked. My pussy was shaved bare and ready for the taking.

He liked me to be completely naked while he stayed fully clothed. So I stepped forward, reached down at his crotch, and simply unzipped his pants and let his straining dick spring free.

I straddled his lap again. My slit was dripping wet, so all I had to do was line it up at the tip of his long, thick pole and sink down.

"Uhnnnnn," his groan was low and lingering as I took him in to the hilt.

As I rode his cock, I put a lot of effort into making my titties bounce for him. I arched my back in my own pleasure, but it added to his as my boobs thrust forward, bouncing high and proudly on my chest. 

With his hands gripping my hips, he ducked his head forward and lustily sucked my tits, then leaned back and just watched them shake and sway and jiggle. It was almost as if the fucking his cock was getting was secondary to the show of jouncing boobs.

With his hands placed at the base of my titties, he lifted and fondled them, feeling their weight. He pushed up with both hands, taking as much of my tits as he could into his hands. He grasped them, and then clutching them around my nipples, he squeezed. That effectively elongated my nipples, which he now desperately suckled.

As he sucked, I stopped riding him up and down and instead began a slow, circular grind at the base of his cock. His groans were muffled by the mouthful of nipple, but I could tell they were getting louder. 

Grinding into him, it wasn't long before warm waves of pleasure rose up from my stimulated clit. Suddenly, I was clenched tightly around his cock. I threw my head back and gasped in my ecstasy. 

At the same time, he pressed both hands against my back, urging my breasts into his face. It was now completely engulfed as, with his mouth still latched onto a nipple and his hips heaving, he unloaded deep within me. 

When he finally released my nipple and came up for air, he looked up at me with his disheveled hair and flushed face and breathed, "Let's have another row soon."

Boob Medicine



I met my wife Karen at a dorm party in my second year at college. It was getting late and I'd just about given up any hope of hooking up with a girl, when an angel in pink scrubs walked into the room. She had long strawberry-blonde hair and the petite figure of a fourteen-year-old girl. I fell for her the moment I laid eyes on her. 

"Are you going to a Halloween party?" I asked after pushing my way over to her.

"No," she said laughing. "I'm a student nurse at the hospital. I just got off." 

Her smile made my heart skip a beat.

"Of course." I shook my head at my stupidity. "Well I guess you need a drink. Can I get you a punch?"

"I don't really like punch," she said frowning.

"I've got beer in my room!" I said feeling desperate.

"Ok!" she said smiling again. 

We left the party and headed down the hall. I was incredibly excited. Not only was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen coming back with me to my room, but also she liked to drink beer!

We were halfway through our second beers when I decided to try to kiss her. I leaned over and our lips met. 

Holding her beer in one hand she slowly wrapped her arms around my neck as she probed my mouth with her soft sweet tongue. 

I felt my cock growing as she slowly shifted onto her knees to face me while we kissed. She broke our kiss and with a sexy smile took our beers and put them on the floor. She pulled my shirt up over my head. 

I gasped as she took my right nipple in her mouth and licked it. Her teeth nibbled gently. Raising onto her knees - her face was just an inch from mine - she looked deeply into my eyes. Her right hand slid behind my neck as her left hand dropped into my lap resting gently on my erection. 

"You're hard," she whispered. 

I could only nod. 

"I like that," she said as she kissed me again. 

She rubbed my cock through my jeans as her hungry tongue invaded my mouth. 

"I should lock the door," I said at last. 

I hadn't expected to fuck Karen that night but I wasn't about to stop if she was in the mood! 

I got up, latched the door and turned off the light. When I turned around I saw her sitting on the bed, holding her hand out to me. 

I took her hand and she pulled me to stand in front of her. She opened my jeans and pushed them along with my boxers, down to my ankles. My fully engorged cock popped up and pointed directly at her face. 

"Nice," she said seductively as her small hands wrapped around my ass and pulled me closer. 

I shuffled forward until the head of my cock was almost touching her soft lips. Her pink tongue licked up the drop of stringy precum that formed at the end of my shaft. She pulled harder on my ass and my cock sank deeply into her unexpectedly hot mouth. 

"Oh my God!" I gasped. 

She pulled her head back and my penis emerged from her mouth glistening with her saliva. She licked at the precum again and then sucked at the hole as if she were trying to get more out of it. Her hands jerked my ass forward. I almost fell as my cock bumped into the back of her throat and slipped past. 

"Urk Urk," she made soft gagging sounds as she deep throated me. 

She held me very firmly up against her face with her nose pressed against my pubic bone. She pulled her head back and got her breath and then pulled hard on my ass again, forcing my stiff penis back inside her throat. I was stunned and thrilled! No girl had ever deep-throated me before, and this beautiful nurse – whose name I didn't know – was doing it as if she loved it.

"Urk," she gagged once more and then seemed to get used to the invader deep down her throat. 

She pulled her mouth off my shaft again and pulled my cock back into her throat and down her gullet. Again and again she repeated this. Holding my ass tightly, she fucked her mouth with my cock. Gradually she got faster and rougher. 

"Oh that's so good," I groaned as I felt my penis tighten as my cum grew ready to erupt. 

I pushed back on her head and pulled my cock out of her mouth. 

"I'm going to cum," I warned. 

"It's ok," she said smiling up at me. "I like how sperm tastes. And there's a hormone in it that makes boobs grow." 

She sealed her warm lips tightly around the head of my cock and pumped my shaft with her small hand. Her big brown eyes gazed up at me as my cock exploded in her mouth. She took shot after shot of my hot cream into her mouth and swallowed it without effort. She drained all the juice out of my cock as if she were starving. She kept sucking even after I'd stopped cumming. 

Finally, I had to push her head away from me to get my tender cock out of her voracious mouth.

"Thank you for my boob medicine," she said to my cock. Then she kissed it gently. 

I stepped out of my jeans and pulled her scrub shirt over her head. Long blonde hair spilled everywhere. I unsnapped the catch between the cups of her bra and her hands shot up to hold the bra in place.

"They're kind of small," she said with a shyness I hadn't expected.

"That's ok," I assured her, trying to push her hands away from her breasts but she held tight.

"No. They're really small. Can I keep my bra on?" she asked. 

I pushed back the golden strands that had fallen over her face and kissed her lips. 

"I like small tits," I said. "Honestly." 

I slipped the straps off her shoulders and pushed down on her hands. The bra slipped slightly but she still held on.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," I said pushing harder. 

She closed her eyes and loosened her grip. The bra slid down her chest and into her lap. Her breasts were small and I realized then that she had on a padded bra. But she had nice hard nipples. 

"They're perfect." 

"Do you really like them?" she asked cheerfully. 

I rolled her nipples between my fingers and she made a sound like a growl then shivered. Her nipples were so sensitive I thought I could get her to cum just by playing with them.

"They seem to work just fine," I said. 

She laughed a little. I sucked on her nipples as she had done to mine. She tangled her fingers in my hair and held me to her chest. I untied her scrub pants and she lifted her ass so I could slide them off. Her light blue panties came off even faster. I pushed her back onto the bed and crawled on top of her to kiss her again. Our naked bodies touched from head to toe. I put my hand between her legs and felt her wetness. A finger slipped easily inside her well-lubed pussy.

"Yeah," she whispered as I spread her moisture over her clit and stroked it with my finger. 

I kissed my way down her chest and tummy until I got to her sex. I was surprised to see that she had blonde pubic hair. I'd never seen a blonde bush before. I parted her lips with my fingers and tasted her womanly essence. Soon she was bucking around as I swirled and massaged her clit with my tongue. 

My phallus grew hard again. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and nested the knob of my cock between her slippery labia. 

"Stop!" she said pulling away from me. "You can't do that. I'm sorry, but I'm a virgin." 

"I don't mind," I said trying to sound sincere. 

"I can still make it nice for you," she said coyly. 

She took my shaft in her small hand and jerked it slowly. She looked up sweetly into my eyes. 

"Can I suck you again?" she asked. 

Without waiting for an answer, she turned her head to the foot of the bed and slid her head between my legs. She gripped my hips and pulled. 

"Come here," she said.

I squatted over her head, facing her feet. I eased my fully recharged dick into her waiting mouth. It slid all the way in without effort. Leaning forward I nestled my face into her fragrant but forbidden treasure, and began to lick. I fucked my shaft into her mouth as if it were a pussy, giving her a chance to breathe every few pumps. Her ability to swallow cock was truly amazing and it was just a few minutes before I felt my cock ready to explode again. 

Suddenly she got stiff and started to squirm. At first I thought she was choking.

"Urg Kirk," she gurgled around my penis as her orgasm hit. 

I tried to hold on as she bucked like a wild pony. 

"Here it is, baby," I groaned as I force-fed her a second load of cum. 

I pressed my spasming loins down on her face as long as I thought she could stand it. I drew my penis out of her throat to give her a chance to breathe, pumping a few shots onto her tongue. Then I pressed down again and finished ejaculating in her throat. Her powerful sucking lips popped when my softening shaft finally left her mouth. 

I flopped onto my side.

"My God!" she said catching her breath. "That was wonderful!" 

She crawled up beside me and rested her head on my arm. I stroked her soft strawberry-blonde hair and relished the post coital glow. Her breath smelled slightly of semen, but I didn't care. I felt like I'd gone to heaven. 

"I hope you don't mind that we didn't have sex."

"No. I was just surprised that you are still a virgin. You seem so..." I tried to think of a word that wasn't rude. "...experienced." 

She was quiet then and I noticed that tears had begun to run down her cheeks. I thought I'd hurt her feelings.

"Well," she said sniffling. "I'm almost a virgin. I never wanted to have sex before I got married. My dad's a Presbyterian minister." She wiped her tears away with her hand. "Last year I was dating a pre-med student named Bob. He was the person who told me about the hormone in a man's sperm that makes boobs grow." 

She paused to gather the strength she needed to tell what was obviously a painful story. 

"One night he took me to a party at his frat house and gave me too many beers. In the morning I saw blood on the sheets and knew he'd done it to me. I screamed at him and called him a rapist but he said I'd wanted to do it." 

She rolled onto the pillow and cried in earnest. I didn't know what to do so I just admired her small round bottom.

"Come on," I said after a while. "Stop crying. Look, you're still a virgin in my book."

She turned towards me. Her eyes were red, but she was still pretty.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Sure. Now how would you like to chug about ten beers?"

"You jerk," she laughed and pushed me off the bed with her strong legs. She looked down at me over the side of my bed. "By the way Mr. Jerk, what's your name?"

"I'm Dick," I said offering her my hand.

She smiled for a second as if she thought I might be joking. "I'm Karen," she said taking my hand.

We were never apart after that first night. The rest of college was great. The only problem was that she steadfastly refused to let me fuck her. She felt she'd made a terrible mistake with Bob and she had no intention of repeating it with me. I felt jealous and cheated that he had gotten to fuck her and that I couldn't, but she wouldn't budge.

I was never sexually frustrated, though. For some reason Karen didn't see anything morally wrong with oral sex. I got my rocks off whenever I wanted. I never had to ask twice for Karen to blow me. Usually I didn't have to ask at all. She was convinced eating sperm would make her tits grow and she was determined to get as much sperm as she could. 

Privately I thought Bob had fed her a load of crap just to get her to suck his cock, but there was no way that I was going to tell Karen that. Whenever we were alone she'd unzip my jeans, fish out my cock and start sucking. I never saw a drop of my own cum after I started dating her. Karen ate every drop.

Karen's tits are small but I always thought they looked fine on her tiny frame. On the other hand, Karen absolutely hated her small breast size. It turned out she was much more sensitive about her tit size than I'd ever imagined a woman could be. 

Once I casually asked her if she'd thought about getting implants and she burst into tears and accused me of not liking her tits. After that, all I ever said was that her breasts were perfect.

Whenever we'd pass a group of young women or even grade-school girls she'd check out their tits and get sad. 

"Everyone's boobs are bigger than mine," she'd always say pouting. "Even those little girls have bigger boobs than me. It's not fair!" 

"Your tits are perfect, Karen," I always responded. "And you're the only woman in the world who can cum by just having her nipples sucked on. I love your tits!" 

We got married after college. Of course her father performed the ceremony. With her morals satisfied Karen took to fucking like a Labrador takes to water. She wanted to try everything that lovers can do and she loved it all. I was thrilled as her appetite and enthusiasm for sex grew, however she continued to insist that I only cum in her mouth. 

After we finished making love she'd often stand by the mirror looking at her tits.

"I think they look bigger," she'd say turning sideways to see herself in profile. "What do you think?" 

They always looked the same to me, but that wasn't the right answer.

"Yes, I think so," I'd offer thoughtfully. "Yes, I'm sure they are." 

She'd smile and dance over to the bed and kiss my limp cock.

"Thank you for my boob medicine," she'd say lovingly.

For our first anniversary I bought her a sexy little black dress. It was short and thin and made out of stretchy Lycra. Karen was excited when she took it out of the box and ran into the bedroom to try it on. 

When she came out I almost came in my pants. The dress fit her like a second skin and made her look like a stalking cat when she walked. I could even see the outline of her slightly raised areolas. I loved the way she looked in it, but I could see by her expression the feeling was not mutual.

"Dick, I can't wear this," she said in disappointed tone.

"But you look great!" 

"I look naked," she said. "It's so thin I could never wear any underwear under it. The straps would show. I'm sorry honey. You'll just have to take it back." 

She turned and went back into the bedroom. My mind was racing. I followed her, desperate to think of a way to make her change her mind. She looked so hot in that dress. 

"It makes your boobs look bigger," I blurted out. 

She stopped and turned around. She looked down and smiled. 

"Yes. I guess it does," she said slowly. 

She quietly examined herself in the mirror. I started to hope she might change her mind. 

Finally she shook her head. "No. It's just too thin. I could never go out in this dress. What if we saw my parents or a friend from church? I'd die of embarrassment."

"You can wear it when we're out of town, on vacation. No one will know you," I said. 

Karen sighed as she looked at her reflection again. 

"Do you really think it makes my boobs look bigger?" She said turning to see herself in profile again.

"Yes!" I said. "It's like a Wonder Bra. It accentuates your tits and makes them more prominent." 

She studied herself and nodded thoughtfully.

"Ok, baby. I'll keep the dress. But no photos when I wear it," she said.

"Great!" I said wrapping my arms around her from behind. 

Her muscular tush pushed into my cock and I slid my hands up over her tits. She didn't just look naked in the dress, she felt naked too. 

Our first chance to try out the dress came about a month later. We traveled to New York for a friend's wedding and checked into a hotel about an hour from where the wedding was to be held. It was late when we got there, so we decided to just go down to the hotel lounge. 

Karen was a little nervous but I could tell she was excited to go out in public and show off new 'bigger boobs'. Karen squiggled into the tiny dress and we walked to the elevator. 

There were two boys about twelve years old in bathing suits in the elevator when we got it. We stepped in front of them and turned to watch the numbers light up as the elevator descended. In the reflective walls of the elevator I watched them stare at her sexy ass. Before we arrived at the pool level one of the boys had sprouted quite a tent in his baggy suit. Fortunately Karen didn't notice.

Most of the seats in the lounge were taken, but we found room to stand at the bar. We talked and tried to act relaxed as men passed by, checking Karen out. I thought she might be offended but she couldn't stop smiling. She positively loved that the men couldn't take their eyes off of her and her 'bigger boobs.' 

I left to go the men's room and when I walked back I saw a dark haired man in a business suit talking to Karen. 

"There you are," she said to me. "This is Jason." Turning to the man she added, "This is Dick." 

I thought it was strange that she hadn't added 'my husband' but I let it pass.

"How do you do," he said offering me his hand. "I was just keeping your girlfriend company while you were gone." 

I shook Jason's large hand and noted he had the kind of rakish good looks women seemed to like. 

"Oh, I'm not his girlfriend," Karen said. 

"Well, that's wonderful," he added cheerfully. "How about I buy all of us the next round?" 

Karen turned to me and smiled impishly and I new she was playing around with Jason. 

"Karen was just saying she's from out of town," Jason offered, as he paid for the drinks. 

"Yes I don't know a soul around here except you two." she said, patting both of us on our backs. "But I'm glad you're here. I don't like drinking alone." 

"I bet you don't like sleeping alone either," Jason said. 

Karen sipped her drink as she looked at Jason. I thought she might slap him. A few tense moments passed.

"No," she said at last. "I don't." 

No one spoke for a while. She looked at me and then back at Jason. 

"I just might have to drag one of you hunks up to my room to keep me company." 

I was shocked to hear Karen talking like that. 

"I don't think Dick wants to go upstairs. He's got a wedding ring on," Jason said. 

Suddenly I noticed Karen had slipped her rings off. 

He turned to me, "Dick are you married?" 

"Yes, I'm married," I said. "But I definitely want to go upstairs with Karen." 

I knew Karen was just playing with Jason but I was beginning to wonder how far she was going to go. 

"Well," he said. "That makes two of us. Karen, I guess you'll just have to choose which one of us you like better." 

She sipped her drink through the tiny straw as she looked back and forth between us. 

"I don't know," she said slowly. "You're both handsome men." She glanced down at our pants. "And I bet you both know how to please a lady." 

I couldn't believe my conservative wife had just told a complete stranger that she thought he knew how to use his cock! 

She smiled at us both. 

"All this talk about going upstairs has gotten me a little...antsy to get going," she said turning to me. "I'm sorry."

My stomach hit the floor! But before I could speak, she turned to Jason and added, "I've chosen Dick." 

I bet that was the first time a woman had ever turned him down. Disbelief washed across his face but he gathered himself quickly. 

"That's really too bad, Karen," he said with a sigh. "We could have had a lot of fun." 

Karen and I downed the last of our drinks before I shook Jason's hand.

"Nice meeting you," I said.

"I really wish I hadn't met you," he said. 

Karen shook his hand too but then leaned close to him and whispered something into his ear. She pecked him quickly on the cheek and taking my arm, we left the lounge. 

We giggled like kids as we rode up in the elevator. 

I had Karen's little black dress off as soon as the door of our room was closed. She jumped into my arms and kissed me hard. I felt between her legs. She was already soaking wet. She ground her pussy into my hand in a way she'd never done before and groaned as she immediately came! 

She fucked me like an animal all that night. We both came over and over. Of course, every ejaculation went into Karen's mouth. Near dawn I completely collapsed. I couldn't move as my tiny wife gently kissed my tender penis. 




Boob Medicine



"Thank you for my boob medicine," she whispered to it, almost as if she didn't want me to hear. 

She gently covered my loins with the sheet, fell into her pillow and was asleep immediately. I laid there in the dark and thought about what had happened. It had all been wonderful, but I had an uncomfortable feeling. What had Karen whispered into Jason's ear? For a moment I had a vision of Karen fucking Jason, and my stomach churned. Finally, I forced the thought from my mind and went to sleep.

Karen's next chance to wear the dress came when we took a short vacation to Las Vegas. Karen wanted to find a guy to tease like before. I really didn't like the thought of her flirting with some stranger again, but she made it clear that was the only way she would agree to wear the little black dress. I said ok.

When we got to the hotel lounge, she told me to wait by the door until some guy started to hit on her. My nearly naked wife went over to the bar and sat on a stool. It didn't take long. A large man with a bald head and thick muscled arms sat down beside her and they began to chat. He had on a black leather vest, tight jeans and heavy black boots. He looked like a biker, and wasn't Karen's type at all but she didn't seem to be trying to get rid of him. I figured he was our patsy for the night. I went to the bar and sat on the other side of my wife and ordered a drink. 

After a few minutes Karen turned to me.

"Well, hello there," she said in her most seductive voice. "What's your name?"

"Dick," I answered.

"Hello, Dick," she said shaking my hand. "My name is Karen and this is Keeg."

"Hi Keeg," I said offering him my hand. 

He didn't take it. He just glared at me with an angry look in his eyes. I could tell he was not pleased that I'd interrupted his play for my wife. 

I had a bad feeling about Keeg but Karen seemed relaxed and happy.

"So, Keeg, are you married?" Karen asked brushing her long hair aside.

"No, I like meeting beautiful foxes like yourself too much to settle down," he said in a gravely voice.

"Well. Aren't you the flatterer," she said obviously pleased. She turned towards me. "What about you, Dick?" 

"Yes I'm married to the most wonderful woman in the world," I said. 

Karen winked at me and turned back to Keeg. 

"What do you think about that, Keeg?" she said.

"I think he should go home now, if she's so hot," he said with irritation in his voice. 

We went on talking for a while until Karen said she needed to visit the little girls' room. As soon as she'd gone Keeg poked a large finger in my chest.

"Are you a cop?" he asked.

"No," I said, a little confused.

"Take out your wallet." 

I handed it to him expecting him to run away with it. He looked through my ID's and threw it back at me. 

"Listen Numb-nuts, I'm going to pork this bitch tonight. Normally I work alone, but I don't have much time." He looked back in the direction that Karen had gone. "You can tag along if you don't cause any trouble. You can even pork her yourself after I'm done. But if you fuck up this deal I'm going to tear you a new ass hole. Are we clear?" 

"Yes," I said.

I was frightened. Keeg definitely seemed dangerous. I needed to get Karen out of this lounge right away but she was still in the lady's room. I started to get up to find her but Keeg grabbed my arm in an iron grip that hurt.

"Where you going?" he growled.

"I was just going to..." I started.

"Well, you ain't 'going to' nowheres. Sit your ass back down," he said jerking me onto my stool. "Keep an eye out for the bitch and let me know when you can see her coming." 

"Ok," I said. 

I decided to play along until I saw the chance to grab Karen and run. 

He opened her tiny black purse and found her drivers license. "One hundred three pounds. That seems about right." He put the license back and took a small bottle with clear liquid out of his leather vest. He pulled Karen's drink close to his chest, screening it from the rest of the lounge. 

"This is Rohypnol. She's about one hundred pounds so that's exactly ten drops." 

He counted out ten drops and put the bottle back in his coat. He stirred the drink with a dirty finger and slid it back. 

"Once the bitch finishes her drink, her gash will be wide open for all comers," he said patting me on the back. 

Keeg was completely insane! We were in serious danger! If I waited until Karen got back to the bar and told her we had to leave, I felt sure Keeg would attack me. I needed to think of a way to warn her before she got back. Karen was too fast, though. She emerged from the crowd and sat down between us.

"Did you miss me, boys?" she asked in a May West accent.

"Of course, baby," Keeg said. He handed her the drink. "How about a toast to marriage?"

"I'll drink to that," she said. 

She turned to me and winked again. I tried to get her attention but she turned back to Keeg and took a big slug of her drink. We talked for a while but there weren't any openings for me. At one point Keeg asked Karen what she wore when she slept at night. I started when she told him she only wore a big t-shirt with no panties, because it was the truth. Keeg, of course, said he slept in the nude. 

While they talked, I thought about knocking over her drink by "accident" but Karen kept putting it down close to Keeg. I grew frantic to do something, but I was helpless. Before I could think of some way to warn her without Keeg noticing, her drink was finished. At first she didn't seem different but after a few minutes she started talking more slowly. Finally she stopped talking completely and I knew the drug was taking effect. 

"I think Karen's feeling pretty relaxed, Numb-nuts," he said. 

He put his big hand on her bare thigh just below the hem of the little black dress. He slid his thick fingers up under the hem. I thought about hitting him with my fist but he was twice my size. 

Without looking down, Karen's right hand moved slowly down under the bar and held Keeg's hand still, preventing him from moving it farther up her leg. 

"That's it, baby," I thought. "Fight the drug!"

"I think she needs a few more minutes," he said, removing his hand from my wife's leg. He glanced briefly at his watch. "If you pay attention tonight you'll learn how to use this stuff responsibly and effectively."

Keeg took a sip of his drink and went on.

"First of all, most guys use too much. The bitches collapse into a sack of shit. Hell, you might as well fuck a stiff. If you use proper dosing, they'll help you with the fucking and sometimes they even cum. In the morning they wake up with no hangover and no memory of what happened. Shit, I've been doing this for years. I've nailed thousands of bitches with this stuff and none of them has never said nothin' to the police or the hotels. They all went home to hubby with that happy well-fucked glow, and no guilt." 

While he talked, Karen just stared forward across the bar. 

Keeg took another pull on his drink.

"A couple of months ago I porked the same woman for a second time! She didn't remember me when we met again but I sure remembered her. I never forget a bitch with great natural tits and a really tight cunt. I prefer porking new bitches but I just couldn't resist a second dip." 

I felt dizzy. I had to do something... anything to stop him, right now!

"Maybe Karen's boyfriend or husband is around here. Maybe we should find someone else to..." I was trying to think while I spoke.

"Listen, Numb-nuts," Keeg said with growing irritation. "Before you got here, she said she didn't have no boyfriends. And look...." He held up her right hand to show me the faint lines where her wedding ring had been. "She took her rings off. What does that tell you, Dumb-fuck?" 

He let her hand flop down onto the bar turning back to Karen. 

"Let's see if the bitch is ready." 

He put his hand back on my wife's bare leg, slid it back and forth on her soft skin and then slipped his fingers under the hem of her dress. I watched in shock as he slowly moved his hand higher. The thin material showed his progress, and this time Karen did nothing to stop him. 

"I think she's ready," he said with a big smile. His hand slid higher and felt around under my wife's little black dress. "Nice... no panties. Not too much hair, either." 

Karen's legs were pressed together and he couldn't get between her legs. 

"Watch this Numb-nuts. I'll show you what proper dosing can do." He leaned close to Karen's ear and said, "Spread your legs, baby." 

But she didn't move. 

"Karen, spread your legs!" he said with more force. 

I felt ill as she opened her legs for him. Through the thin material I could see him slide his large hand into the space between her legs. 

"She's already juiced-up," he said with obvious pleasure. "I think she was going to fuck one of us anyway. Oh well, now she's going to fuck both of us. Right, Numb-nuts?" Keeg laughed.

I felt like I was going to throw up. I was thinking of calling the bartender. But I didn't know what I was going to tell him. I could see the outline of his hand pumping between my wife's legs and I knew he was fucking her with his finger. My head started to spin. I looked for something to hit him with. I reached for a thick beer mug behind the bar but I paused. If I hit him, I might kill him. The police would come. I might be arrested. But I was defending my wife, so that was ok. Or was it? I might be charged with murder! If I didn't kill him, he might take the mug and kill me with it! While my mind reeled, Keeg kept fucking Karen with his thick finger. 

"She's soft and warm inside," he said as he worked her sex. "And she's cream'n all over the place." 

He slowly drew his hand out from between Karen's legs. He held his finger up for me to see. It was shiny with my wife's lubrication. He smelled his finger with relish. 

"This bitch is a fucking machine. I can tell." He inhaled my wife's aroma on his finger again. "She's going to cum when I pork her," he said putting his finger in his mouth and licking off her moisture. 

"Sweet," he said. He reached into her purse and pulled out the key card for our room. "Karen, what is your room number," he said in a forceful voice. 

"Six Twenty-five," she said softly. 

Keeg smiled at me as he slipped the key card into his pocket.

"Proper dosing," he said. He put her purse over her shoulder and pulled her stool back to help her up. 

"Stand up, baby," he said, and she did. He took her hand in his and she seemed to hold his. 

"Well, Numb-nuts. Karen and I are going upstairs to get better acquainted. If you want to come, pay the bill and get your ass in gear." 

They walked out of the lounge holding hands. Karen walked like someone who had had a little too much to drink. I knew she was drugged but I couldn't help feeling jealous and hurt as she walked away holding hands with another man. I felt like I'd been punched. I wanted to run somewhere or even worse, cry. I was angry with myself for not doing anything. I was angry with her for getting wet when he fingered her. I closed my eyes and rubbed them. This was all too horrible I thought. It couldn't be real. But when I opened my eyes, I saw them waiting for the elevator. I threw money on the bar and ran after them.

The three of us stepped into the elevator and the doors closed. 

"Hit six," he said to me. 

Then, turning to my wife, he bent down and kissed her. His large hands grabbed her ass through the thin dress fabric and pulled their bodies together. Karen's hands didn't move but she did seem to be kissing him back. When the bell for six rang they separated and walked towards the room. I followed franticly trying to think of some way to stop him. I looked around for a fire alarm but couldn't see one. 

When we got inside, Keeg told me to sit in a chair near the back of the room and keep quiet. 

"Raise your hands up, baby," he said to my wife. 

He bent down and grabbed the hem of the little black dress and drew it up over her head. Karen's long blonde hair tumbled everywhere as the dress came off her. Keeg put it on the bed. 

Karen stood before Keeg completely naked, staring blankly at the wall. 

"What a fucking babe!" he said walking around her. He gently brushed her hair out of her face. "Like a young girl! This is going to be like porking your girlfriend from junior high school." 

I couldn't take any more. I stood up, determined to stop him before it was too late. 

"Look, Keeg," I said grabbing his arm. "What if her husband calls and she doesn't answer. He might call the police to..." 

Before I could finish, Keeg pounced on me like a tiger. He grabbed me by the throat, squeezed my airway shut and lifted me from the ground by my neck! I pulled on his thick arms and kicked at his legs. I struggled to breathe but he was much too strong. Gradually my vision turned black and then I passed out. 

My last thought was that I was dying. 

I woke up on the floor feeling confused. I couldn't remember where I was or how I got there. My neck ached and the floor spun beneath me. I tried to get up but I couldn't. 

My eyes gradually focused on a bed. I saw two naked people. A tiny woman on her back with her legs spread and a large man with his face between her legs going down on her. I didn't recognize them. I did recognize the unmistakable sounds of a woman becoming aroused. The small woman growled as if she were nearing orgasm. 

"Not now babe," he ordered. "Not until I'm inside you." 

When he stood up I could see he had an erection. His cock was incredibility thick and long and stood straight out from his body, like a spike. Taking her hands, he helped her to her feet. He backed up to a low dresser and sat on the edge pulling her towards him. He pressed his feet together and she straddled his legs as he pulled her closer. She stopped when his thick shaft bumped into her belly. With one hand he pushed his cock down between her legs and with the other he grabbed her tiny ass and pulled her still closer.

"Come on," he whispered. "Just a little bit farther." 

She shuffled a little closer spreading her legs wider to get around his. From where I was laying on the floor I could see between the girls legs and I saw when his cock slid under her, brushing her pussy. 

He moved her around by her hips as his cockhead sought her opening. 

"There it is," he said as the bulb found its goal. He pulled her down and his thick shaft slid halfway into her body. "Oh baby! You feel so fucking good," he said enthusiastically. "You're so fucking juiced-up. You're not going to have any problems getting all my meat inside that twat, are you?" 

With his large hands on her narrow hips, he pulled her down and his cock disappeared into her petite body. 

"You never had anything that big in you before, did you baby?" he groaned. 

He moved her hands so they rested on his muscular shoulders and she seemed to hold on. Then he pulled her head down to his and they kissed briefly. 

"Shit! You feel so good I might wear you on my cock all night." 

He held her face gently and they kissed again, but this time with greater passion. He straightened her up and shifted his position so his penis angled straight into her stuffed vagina. Then he took her hips and began to move her forward and back – fucking her vagina on his thick cock. After a while, he let go of her hips but she kept moving. Fucking herself slowly on his long veined shaft. 

"That's it baby," he grunted. 

He rested his hands on the dresser as the small woman did the work of their mating. Gradually the motion of her hips quickened and she tightened her grip on his shoulders.

In my dazed state I only saw two beautiful lovers. It was like watching the most realistic porno movie. I saw large perfectly proportioned man with a thick virile organ being fucked by a girlish woman who somehow sheathed his entire shaft into her womb with every stroke. When she drew her hips backwards part of his huge cock came into view, glistening with her wetness. The wetness her body made so that her lover could easily enter her body and deposit his seed near her fecund womb. 

All the while, I laid on the floor in a daze. The room didn't spin anymore but I could not move without feeling a violent wave of vertigo. I tried to remember where I was and whom I was watching, but my brain refused to focus. It all seemed soft and foggy like sexy dream. My cock grew stiff and uncomfortable in my pants. Clumsily, I drew it out and began to stroke it as I watched them.

She didn't fuck him very long before she began to moan softly with each stroke and I knew that she was about to cum. I felt like I recognized her voice. She made a growling sound and started to shiver and I knew she was orgasming with her lover's large shaft deep in her belly. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly as she came. 

As if triggered by her orgasm I came too. My semen drained out of my root and formed a puddle on the dirty red carpet.

As her orgasm subsided she seemed to grow weak and unsteady. Her partner wrapped his muscular arms around her and stood up. Her feet left the floor but his cock stayed planted deep within her tiny body. 

He carried her effortlessly to the bed and laid her gently on her back; careful not to let his member slip out. He lifted his hips and his thick shaft slowly emerged from her body, until just the thick head remained in, gripped tightly by the thin pink lips of her vagina. He lifted her slender legs and wrapped them over his broad shoulders; changing the angle of her vagina so he could penetrate her more deeply. Then he leaned forward and slid his spike-like manhood back into her cleft. 

His progress into her body stopped suddenly, as if something blocked his passage. Perhaps his knob had been stopped by the small woman's cervix. He shifted position and tried again to fully enter her vagina. His glans must have slipped past her cervix because the rest of his cock slid into her without resistance. Their bodies were pressed tightly together with his monstrous tool buried deeply inside his tiny lover. 

Somehow I knew he was deeper than any man had ever been. 

He fucked her for a long time. Slowly drawing his enormous organ from her body until only the bulbous head remained in her vagina and then sliding it back in until their pubic bones met. Using the whole length of his shaft, and forcing it deep into her small stretched cunt each time. He leaned forward and I could see them deep kissing as they mated. 

For the first time I could see his testicles. They were enormous. Like heavy tennis balls, that bumped against her ass each time he plunged his prick into her hole. After what seemed like hours of this slow deep fucking, she seemed to regain her strength. Her thin pale arms came up and wrapped around his stump-like neck as they kissed.

Holding her to tightly to his body, he rolled onto his back without withdrawing from her pussy. Now she was on top of him while he fucked her from below. He fucked her faster, kissing her small breasts. His cock was a blur as he pounded her. She began to growl, and then she got stiff and her whole body shook. 

I knew she was cumming again. 

He slowed his pumping and then stopped. He stood up effortlessly with their bodies still joined. He carried the girl to the end of the bed. Taking her under her slender arms, he lifted her. His organ gradually emerged from her opening. More and more of his thick glistening penis appeared until it popped out of her hole. His shaft swayed back and forth for a moment and I could see that her vagina remained open. It had been stretched too far to immediately close. 

He sat her gently on the floor next to the bed and pushed her back against it. 

"Your tight cunt has got me ready to blow. Open your mouth Karen," he ordered. 




Boob Medicine



I startled when he said her name. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, but they wouldn't go. But one thing became painfully clear. This wasn't some porno movie I was watching. The small woman on the floor in front of me was my wife! 

I watched her open her mouth for the large man. She put her tongue out and he rested his huge purple glans on it. I felt confused. Why was she letting him do this? Was this the future or the past? Was I watching her with her first lover, Bob? Hideous jealous feelings gripped me, more horrible because I couldn't yet remember about her drugging. All I knew was that my wife had just fucked another man and that she was about to let him ejaculate into her mouth!

"Ok, baby here it is," the large man said. And immediately a thick white jet of sperm shot out of the end of his dick and into my wife's waiting mouth. Three more shots followed, filling my wife's mouth full of his milky seed! 

"Swallow it, Karen," he said. 

My wife closed her mouth and obediently swallowed his enormous spend. She opened her mouth again, another thick jet shot in. Three more blasts filled her mouth again. She swallowed his cum without being told to this time. Over and over the thick hose filled my wife's mouth with his spunk and each time she dutifully swallowed it without encouragement. 

I'd never dreamed a man could produce so much semen or control his ejaculation with such precision. 

It seemed like hours but finally the large organ stopped erupting. The big man leaned forward, and my wife willingly took the knob into her mouth. I felt ill as she closed her lips around the thick head and sucked on it as if she wanted more of his sperm. He stroked the shaft with his hand and drained the last few drops into my wife's willing mouth. With his entire massive load in her belly, he pulled his hips back but Karen lifted her head off the bed; trying to keep his penis in her mouth. 

"Let it go, babe," he said laughing. With a slurping sound his softening shaft slipped from my wife's hungry mouth. "I know a fucking machine when I meet one."

With his lust satisfied, the large man looked around the room and noticed me.

"Hey Numb-nuts. You're awake," he said grinning. 

He came over to where I was on the floor and squatted down. His shaft was so long it touched the floor. He saw my limp cock hanging out of my pants and the pool of cum on the floor. 

"Looks like you enjoyed the show," he said laughing. "Good boy." 

He tussled my head and the room started to spin again. 

"Let me help you get up." 

He lifted me like a doll and placed me back in the chair. My head gradually cleared and I remembered about Keeg and the drugging and the whole horrible affair. 

"I'm sorry about throttling you before. But these bitches can hear what's going on. Especially when you dose them lightly. You were freaking and saying a bunch of stupid shit that could have gotten her upset. It wouldn't have been nice to upset Karen. You understand, right?" 

Keeg seemed like a different man now. He was relaxed and spoke to me like a caring friend. I guess mating with my wife had relieved some pent up tension. 

"Yes," I agreed. 

I felt defeated and sick. I couldn't get the picture of her fucking him as he leaned against the dresser, out of my mind. I couldn't stop hearing her growl, as she came with his monstrously large cock deep in her pussy, deeper that I could ever reach. I couldn't forget masturbating as I watched my own wife fucking another man. 

"Good," he said, slapping me on the back. "Look. I want to make it up to you. Let me tell you the rest you need to know, if you're going to start medicating the bitches you want to pork." 

He went over to his leather vest and took out a small airline bottle of liquor. 

"We already talked about proper dosing. That's the first rule. Remember one drop for every ten pounds. Don't go by the weight written on their driver's license. The bitches are always at least ten pounds heavier then they tell the DMV." 

He went to the bathroom and came back with a glass of water and a white washcloth. 

"The second rule is never cum in a bitch's pussy. Catch it in a condom. Rohypnol is great stuff and produces complete amnesia. But it doesn't do any good when a bitch wakes up the next morning with a puddle of jism between her legs. A lot of these bitches take fidelity to their husbands and boyfriends seriously. And it makes them feel real shitty when they realize that they fucked some guy the night before, even if they can't remember doing it. Hey, these are beautiful, sexy women who give us a lot of pleasure. They don't deserve to feel shitty the next day. We want them to go home to hubby with a happy well fucked glow, but not to know why." He thought for a moment. "And besides, it's always better not to leave your DNA right where the cops like to go looking for it." 

He opened the small bottle and poured a clear liquid into the glass. It looked like vodka. 

"If you don't want to use a condom, dump your load in the bitch's mouth like I do. But give them something to drink afterwards. There's no reason for the bitch to wake up with jizz breath." 

He took the glass and went over to where Karen sat. 

"Here baby, drink this," he said. 

He put the drink in her hand and guided it to her mouth. She drank it slowly and then set the glass on the floor when the glass was empty. She sat on the floor by the bed with her legs slightly spread. I could see that her pussy lips had closed. She stared blankly forward and made no attempt to move or speak. 

"Ethyl alcohol dissolves the jizz real nice I'm told. And it busts up the DNA in case anyone goes looking for it later." 

He picked up the glass, wiped it inside and out with the washcloth. He opened the dresser with the washcloth and dug around until he found Karen's old cotton t-shirt. 

"The third rule is leave them like you found them," he said. Then to Karen he said, "Hands up, Karen." 

He pulled her t-shirt over her head and smoothed it down over her back and breasts. He lifted her and carried her to the bed and laid her gently on the bed with her head on the pillow. He straitened her long hair a little, pulled the sheets up and then kissed her. It looked like a father kissing his daughter good night. 

"Listen Numb-nuts, I've got some bad news for you," he said as he began to dress. "Me and Karen here got along a little too good. I don't run into a fucking machine like her too often, and we both were enjoying the shagging too much to rush it." 

He strapped on his watch and checked the time. 

"I know I promised you the chance to pork Karen too but the drug is gonna be wearing off soon." He put on his leather vest.

"If you two go at it now, she might remember some of it tomorrow and I can't allow that," he said. "Karen's a beautiful little girl who fucks like a rabbit and has a tight pussy and she doesn't deserve to feel bad tomorrow. So, I'm not going to let you fuck her tonight." 

A complete stranger was telling me I couldn't fuck my own wife. 

He took the key card out of his jacket pocket, wiped it with the washcloth and then put the card on the dresser.

"Time to go, Numb-nuts," he said helping me up. "Better police up that dick." 

He turned off the lights and opened the door with the washcloth. Outside he said good-bye and was gone before I could look around. 

I used my key card to go back into the room and sat down in the chair. 

I watched Karen. 

She looked like she was sleeping peacefully. I certainly wasn't feeling peaceful, though. My throat still hurt and visions of her fucking herself on Keeg's thick cock wouldn't leave my head. I knew it was the drug he gave her, but it really looked like she enjoyed having him inside her pussy, where only I belonged. 

I sat there for hours, thinking about the events of the evening. I thought of a million things I could have done to stop Keeg, but didn't do. How had I been so stupid? My head pounded. 

Karen rustled on the bed and I looked at the clock. I was surprised to see that it was five in the morning. The drug must have worn off.

"Are you still up, Dick?" she asked in a sleepy voice.

"I'm coming to bed now, dear," I whispered. 

I undressed quickly and jumped in beside her. She rolled over and snuggled up against me, like she always does and went to sleep. I'd thought about everything so long, that I didn't know how I felt about anything anymore. All I was sure of was that I loved my tiny wife more than life itself. I fell asleep quickly.

I woke up to the sound of the shower running. It turned off and in a few moments the door opened. Karen came into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her body and another on her head like a turban. She seemed bright and cheerful. She padded over to the bed, stepping in the puddle of semen I'd deposited on the floor, but she didn't notice it.

"Hello Sleepy-head," she said as she kissed me. "You look tired," she added with concern in her voice. 

I watched her carefully to see if she showed any signs of remembering what had happened the previous night, but she seemed completely normal. 

"Are you OK?" I said trying to sound casual.

"I feel great!" she said. She got on the bed and started jumping. She laughed when her towel fell off. "You...shouldn't ...stay...up...so...late," she said jumping naked on the bed like a little girl. 

I thought about what Keeg had said about sending his conquests 'home to hubby with a happy well-fucked glow.' 

I got up to brush my teeth while Karen bushed her long hair in the mirror next to the sink. She examined her image in the mirror. 

"Dick, they really look bigger!" she said never taking her eyes off of the mirror. 

"A hum," I said with toothpaste in my mouth.

"No Dick. They feel bigger too! Stop brushing and feel them!" she insisted. 

I looked at her tits for the first time that morning. She was right! I reached out with both hands and felt them. The bulk and mass of each tit was noticeably greater. It felt like I was touching another woman. She pushed my hands away so she could feel them again. 

"Oh God, I love this! Oh God, Dick I love this so much!" 

She turned a joyful pirouette. 

"Look at how they move. They never moved like that before!" 

I was as amazed as she was. She turned to face me, happier than I'd ever seen her. She dropped to her knees and kissed my limp cock with almost religious reverence. 

"Thank you for my boob medicine. I guess I finally got enough."



Boob Meets World



All characters are 18 or over.

A television parody. if the reader is offended by stories involving sex and ever expanding breasts please stop now.

Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking! 

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As usual Corny and Gazonga were hanging out. They were in the Matthew's kitchen with Corny's best friend Sawn, his brother Eric and Eric's friend Jack. It was the first Friday after they had all graduated from High School and what they were going to do that weekend was the topic of conversation

"Well, I have a date, finally," Jack exclaimed, "for tomorrow with Monica, that cheerleader? The one with the body? You know, with the big..." He made a gesture in front of himself. "I'm going to give her a thrill and take her to the Burger Barn for dinner and then a moonlight stroll down lovers lane. She'll probably by begging me for it by then!"

"What makes you so sure? You've never had any luck with the girls!" exclaimed Corny as Gazonga made a moue of disgust. 

"My crazy Uncle Larry sent me this," countered Jack as he held up a small vial. "It's a new variation of Spanish fly he developed. He's a chemical genius and he told me that one drop of this would make any girl hot to trot. It would make them become as feminine as possible. One drop and I'm in like Flynn!"

"Jack, that is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard" Gazonga ejaculated, unable to keep her anger under control. "First of all, there is no such thing as Spanish Fly. And if there was, you would be guilty of assault if you gave it to a girl without her knowing about it. And third, no girl would let you give it to her!"

"There is so such a thing. I saw all kinds of ads for it in my dad's Soldier of Fortune magazines. They couldn't advertise it if it didn't do what they said now could they?"

"Oh, you are so stupid. Give me that. I'll prove it to you." Gazonga grabbed the vial from Jack and removed the stopper. 

Spanish Fly, she read, Now with Breast Enhancement. 

Ha! What a crock! She thought to herself

"One drop you said? I'll use five. That ought to prove it even to your pea brain."

Plink, plink, plink, plink, plink. The drops fell into the soda Gazonga was holding and she quickly guzzled it down.

"You'll see that nothing is going to happen," she said as she stashed the vial in her purse.

"Gazonga, I don't think you should have done that. Uncle Larry said to be sure to never use more than one drop!"

"Your Uncle Larry is just pulling your leg, Jack. There is no such thing as Spanish Fly!"

"Well, do you want to go see a movie tonight?" interjected Sawn in an effort to change the subject.

For the next several minutes the conversation revolved around which movie to see with Gazonga suggesting "Waiting to Exhale" and the boys wanting to see the latest movie with Jamie Lee Curtis and "Ahnold".

3:56PM

"Corny, could I see you in the living room for a minute?" whispered Gazonga during a break in the conversation. The others were scouting the fridge for something to eat and took no notice as Corny and Gazonga moved thru the swinging door hand in hand.

Once in the living room Gazonga wasted no time in wrapping her arms around Corny and planting a wet, scorching kiss on his mouth.

"Gazonga! What's come ovemmmpth..." Corny started to ask as her tongue tried to snake it's way down his throat.

"Don't ask questions, Corny." panted Gazonga. "Kiss me!". Her leg snaked around Corny's and she pulled him close for another hot kiss.

Usually Gazonga and Corny exchanged quick pecks, occasionally a lingering kiss, definitely no tongue. Gazonga had always insisted that they maintain control and not give in to their "baser" urges. But now! These were hot, wet, soul wrenching, tongue dueling, passionate kisses from Gazonga. One leg pressed into Corney's crotch, her other calf swept up and down the back of Corny's leg and her pelvis was grinding against his upper thigh. Somewhat to his embarrassment, Corny felt himself growing a hard on.

This would ordinarily cause Gazonga to giggle and pull away. Today she just growled deep in her throat and used her hand on his butt to pull Corny tighter against her fevered, writhing body.

"Gazonga what's gotten into you?"

"Don't talk! Come here." Gazonga twisted Corny around and pushed him down onto the couch. She was breathing hard and there was a look of fevered lust in her eyes. She slid on top of Corny and slowly rubbed her body up and down.

"Your body feels soooo good. I love to feel you against me!" she purred. Her normally pouty lips glistened as she quickly ran her tongue around them. "Umm, you smell good, too," she said as she nibbled on Corny's ear and down his neck.

"I like to feel my body rub against yours," she murmured.

"Y..yeah, me too," stammered the overwhelmed young man.

"And your cock feels so hard!" Gazonga cooed as her hand slid between them. She cupped and caressed Corny's rapidly expanding hard on. "Oh, I can't stand it!"

Sitting up abruptly she unbuttoned Corny's shirt and tossed it across the room before she fell atop him again.

Gazonga writhed against Corny, grinding her crotch against his and clutching herself to him as she continued to rain kisses upon his face, neck and chest. Her hands stroked his hairless chest and fluttered down to his hips. Without pause she began to undo Corny's belt buckle and unzip his pants.

Corny was swept up in Gazonga's passion and his hands roamed over her fevered body, caressing Gazonga's back and sweeping down to cup her tight little butt. Gazonga was cooing and purring with pleasure as she writhed on top of Corny.

Panting, she raised her self up on her arms and looked down at Corny. Still squirming against him she arched her back, pushing her pelvis more strongly against her aroused boyfriend.

"Touch me all over Corny, touch me all over," she moaned, gazing passionately at the sweating boy beneath her.

"Um, sure, Gazonga" he responded as he squeezed and cupped her ass cheeks, pulling her even closer against his now raging hard on.

Gazonga shifted her weight, her legs straddling one of Corny's and started to hunch her pelvis against Corny. "Feel my breasts, Corny, feel my breasts," she moaned deep in her throat. Her eyes were closed, a look of rapture coming over her face.

Corny tentatively, hesitantly, placed his hands over Gazonga's slightly mounded breasts. This was definitely unlike Gazonga. She never allowed any such contact! In all the time they had been dating Gazonga had made it clear that this sort of activity was to be undertaken only once they had become man and wife. Now she was moaning in passion and asking for more!

"Squeeze me, honey, pull my nipples! Oh, please, I need more! Don't stop" panted Gazonga.

His uncle may be crazy, thought Corny, but those drops really do work! His eager fingers gently squeezed and caressed the shirt and bra encased mounds of his girlfriend. Encouraged by the moans of pleasure this induced, he lightly pinched the erect nipples that had instantly sprouted at the summit of each breast.

"Oh, god, I love that, honey. Do that more!" the aroused teenager moaned. "I think I could get off on that, it feels so good!"

Once again lying full length on top of Corny, Gazonga trapped his hands between them as she squirmed and twisted, her hands at their hips. Quickly she snaked out of her panties with out removing her skirt and pushed Corny's pants and underwear halfway down his thighs.

"SO hard," she moaned. "SO hot! I want this so much!" 

With a motion that defied her virginal status Gazonga socketed Corny rock hard shaft into the opening of her moist love grotto. "Oh yes," she panted, "oh yes. Now move with me lover, move with me. That feels super great, doesn't it?"

Corny was stunned into silence. His teeth gritted, he was concentrating on baseball statistics. The moist, buttery hot clutching of Gazonga's pussy felt better than he had thought anything could feel! He desperately did not want this to end quickly but he felt powerless under the sensuous writhing of Gazonga's body. This beat the heck out of the nightly masturbation that had till now been his sexual experience.

"I'm going to.. going to...cum." he managed only a few minutes later.

"Wait for me, lover, just a little bit longer," panted Gazonga. "Just a little more. Oh, Oh, GOD, So good! More, more. I can feel you cumming in side of me! Don't stop, more. Harder, faster! Ahhhhh!" her sigh was one of slight disappointment as she slumped into Corny's arms.

"Oh, that was soooo good. We need to do it again!" She started to wriggle in Corny's arms as he tried to catch his breath.

"The tingling was just so nice! But... wait a minute..." She sat up on top of Corny and looked down at herself. "Something feels different..." She swept her hands up over the shirt that she was still wearing. "What the heck???"

Quickly she unbuttoned her shirt, exposing the sports bra that she wore underneath.

"What's going on here?" She clutched at herself. "What?... I think my breasts are bigger!" she exclaimed. 

Corny had never seen Gazonga's bra but he wanted to memorize what he was looking at now. Her breasts were a firm handful on each side.

Gazonga pulled each strap away from her body as if to stretch them. The bra completely covered both breasts and revealed no cleavage between them, typical for a sports bra.

As Corny watched he thought he saw a swelling under the fabric.

"My God, I'm growing!" She gasped. "My breasts are getting bigger! What's happening?"

"I don't know," breathed Corny as he watched his girlfriend's bra swell slowly before his very eyes. Gazonga's tits were now a firm handful and a half on each side.

"This bra is too tight" she exclaimed as she removed her shirt. Crossing her arms in front of herself she gripped the body band of the bra and drew it quickly up, revealing her perky breasts to Corny's wondering gaze.

"Wow, Gazonga, nice tits!"

"Corny, that is such a rude word!" exclaimed Gazonga in automatic reflex. Before she could continue Corny reached up and gently pinched her dusky rose nipples which sprang to immediate attention.

"Oh," gasped Gazonga. "That feels so good! Yes, Corny, pinch them, squeeze them! I like that... and oohhhh, I can feel you getting hard inside me."

It was true. Corny's dick was reviving within the warm clutch of Gazonga's pussy which had not released it's grip on the invader.

In response to his increasing heft Gazonga began to rock slowly back and forth, her eyes closing in rapture as the feelings increased.

By the time Corny had again reached climax Gazonga's breasts had more than doubled in size, a fact which only became evident to her when her eyes opened upon feeling Corny climaxing. Corny had been a fascinated observer watching as his hands were filled with the increasing size and weight as Gazonga went from B cup to C cup and more.

"Good Lord, look how big I've become" she gasped.

"I know, I know" Corny stammered.

"I look so big!" she exclaimed as she clutched both breasts. "I'm almost as big as Monica! And they feel so good!" She was rhythmically squeezing and releasing her breasts, watching as the flesh surged, rising and falling in the grip of her hands.

"They feel so good" she repeated. "SO good!" Her voice was becoming huskier as her passion increased.

Both of them watched as she continued to manipulate her breasts. Squeezing and caressing them, pressing them against her chest, moving them in small circles with the palms of her hands.

"What do you think Corny?" she asked as she leaned over to waggle the newly enlarged mounds in front of his gaping eyes.

"I love 'em" he said as he captured one nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping gently.

"Ahhhhh," gasped the girl. "So good, it seems to go right through me! Do that more, harder, more honey, more. Suck my other breast," she ordered as she pulled back from him long enough to swing her other breast to his softly sucking mouth.

After several minutes of this breast play Corny looked up.

"Why'd you stop?" moaned the disappointed Gazonga

"I think, I'm not sure, but are you still growing? I swear you're bigger now than just a few minutes ago!"

"I don't care, just keep playing with my breasts," moaned the impassioned girl, "see if you can squeeze 'em together and suck both my nipples at the same time. I'd love that! Here, I'll help."

Using both hands she pushed the amazingly aroused nipples closer together moaning just from the feel of caressing them and feeling them mash against each other.

Willingly, Corny wrapped his mouth around both nipples, licking and sucking both simultaneously.

Moaning again in passion, Gazonga clutched him to her breasts with both hands.

"I want to make love again," she moaned minutes later, "are you ready?"

"I'm not a machine, you know. It'll take me a little while to recover. We just made love twice in a row!" He responded.

"I don't want to wait. I need you again. Here, let me see if this helps," she said as she slid off of Corny and wrapped her hand around his dick.

"Come on, Corny, bring it up again baby. Ohhhhh, let me lick it." Her tongue flickered out to caress the tip of his dickhead. "Do you like that? Is it exciting to see Gazonga's mouth on your dick? Will it help you get hard for Gazonga? I need to feel you inside me again. I haven't gotten off yet, I need you to fuck me hard..."

4:28PM

"Guys? Could you give Corny a hand here? He needs your help!"

Gazonga was peeking around the kitchen door as she spoke.

When the three young men entered the living room they stopped short in surprise. Corney was curled up in a fetal position, asleep at one end of the couch.

Turning to Gazonga, the boys were struck dumb. THIS was not the Gazonga they knew! This was some hyper-sexual, supercharged goddess of lust!

Her eyes swept up and down them with a look of lust that was almost scary, her lips were pouting, with the tip of her tongue darting out to moisten them lasciviously.

She had not wanted to startle them by being naked when they first saw her. But her present appearance was even sexier than if she had been nude. She was bursting out of her blouse!

Gazonga had been unable to pull on her bra, her new growth was so much spectacularly larger than before. She had put on her blouse, able to button no more than the first and last two buttons.. The inner slopes of her breasts were completely exposed, a magnificently deep cleavage formed by two incredibly firm hemispheres of creamy flesh. Her newly expanded breasts forced the halves of her blouse wide, the fabric stretched taut. There were inches and inches of heaving, quivering bosom visible as her breath quickened. Her nipples were just barely covered and they formed thimble sized bumps in the fabric.

"I was wrong," she cooed. "Those drops do work. I'm horney and my tits are getting larger and larger. Do you like big tits, guys? I need to have an orgasm." She husked. "Corny did his best but he just wasn't up to the task. I hope you will be able to help me. Now take off your clothes. The first one naked gets to fuck me while the others wait."

All three of the boys wasted no time in getting naked!

7:10PM

"I just spoke to my uncle" announced Jack as he hung up the phone. "He said it was quite possible that if you aren't satisfied soon, that your breasts won't return to their original size. The longer you go without satisfaction, the larger they will be when you are satisfied. He was mumbling something about "another overdose" when he hung up"

Gazonga barely heard him. She was riding Eric hard for the third time while trying to revive Corny again with her mouth and Sawn with her left hand. Her breasts hung heavily below her as she worked. They had slowly but surely been getting larger and larger. They were now larger than volleyballs she thought.

She had been somewhat pleased to discover that her boyfriend had the largest cock of the four boys, but Corney had serviced her twice more since the group orgy had begun and he was all but unconscious.

"Shut up and get your ass over here", she said, spitting out Corny's still limp dick. "I think Eric is just about ready to come and I'm SOOOOO horny! I need a .....damn, just as I thought!" she glared down at the moaning boy beneath her. "Not even twenty minutes and your done already. You limp dicked loser." Her voice was scathing.

"Sorry Gazonga , but your pussy is so tight, and watching your big boobs bounce around and slap together just gets me all excited... and your moving so fast and hard! You just seem to suck the cum right out of me." Eric looked exhausted. "You've been fucking us for over two hours non-stop. Aren't you getting tired?"

"I'm horney!" she exclaimed. "Not tired. And you guys have yet to get me off! My tits are as big as houses! If I don't get satisfaction they'll keep on growing! 'Til I can't move! You have to help me!" As she said this she had climbed off Eric and started to approach Jack who was approaching the sofa next to Corney. 

From behind Eric could still see huge mounds of flesh to either side of Gazonga's slim body.

The view Jack had was inspiring. Gazonga's massive breasts bounced and shook with every movement she made. They stuck almost straight out from her chest. The lower edges even with the bottom of her rib cage, the outer edges beyond her arms. It was a cock hardening sight. And it did start to bring him to erection despite the three orgasms he had had recently.

"You're next stud," Gazonga cooed as she knelt in front of him. "Get it up for little Gazonga, she needs plenty loving and you're the man for the job!"

9:35PM

Her breasts were brushing the floor in front of her as Gazonga knelt in front of the sofa. Corney had collapsed behind the sofa about an hour before and the three remaining boys were groaning and whimpering in exhaustion. Gazonga had used every trick she knew. She had teased, cajoled, sucked, given hand jobs. She had dangled her progressively larger tits in their faces, urged them to suck her ever so sensitive nipples. 

The boys had given their all. One at a time, in tandem and all together. At one point she had had a boy sucking on each tit while the third had plowed her endlessly. They had switched time and again. She had thought that that would get her off. But she was still frustrated and her tits had continued to expand slowly.

Now she was caressing a limp dick in each hand while trying to suck the middle boy's dick back to life. She wasn't sure which boy was which. It didn't matter anymore. She needed more fucking, she had been on the edge of a monumental orgasm many times and never had she gotten the release she needed.

The rough texture of the carpet against her tits felt good. Each breast was now insanely large. If she had stood up they might reach below her belly button. They spread out far beyond the width of her hips. Bigger than basketballs she thought, when she thought of them. Which was not often. The only thing she was thinking about now was getting off!

She thought that if she could just coax one more erection from each of them, she might get the relief she needed.

This was the scene that greeted Mr. Feeley when he entered the living room.

"My God! What is going on here?"

As he spoke he quickly removed his ever-present sports coat and draped it over Gazonga's slim shoulders, urging her to rise.

"You boys have a lot of explaining to do and I'll listen to it after I've gotten Ms. Lawrence home! It's a good thing Corney's parents asked me to check up on things here when they couldn't get through by phone. This is disgraceful activity. Come child, let me take you home." 

9:40PM

"Mr. Feeley, I don't want to go home." Cooed Gazonga. They were standing in Mr. Feeley's entry hall having left the exhausted boys asleep or unconscious.




Boob Meets World



"I still have needs that must be met. You wouldn't want me to show up in school looking like this on Monday morning, would you?" She asked as she stood in front of the older man. "After all, this jacket isn't even big enough to fully cover me, see?" She drew Mr. Feeley's attention to the front of the jacket where her hands were holding the jacket lapels as close together as she could. Her hands were not even close together. There were still inches of flesh bulging between the halves of the jacket. Her arms were pressing great mounds of bosom together and upward.

"Good Lord, child. What has happened to you?" cried the teacher.

"I took some medicine," she explained. "It had a side effect. If I don't reach orgasm my breasts will get bigger and bigger. Won't you help me?" Her voice was low and seductive.

"Please."

She allowed the jacket to drop on the floor behind her. Squaring her shoulders she took a deep breath and shimmied her shoulders as she gazed longingly into Mr. Feeley's bugged out eyes.

"Please."

"Good LORD!" exclaimed Mr. Feeley. "They're HUGE! I've never seen breasts of such magnitude! Such breadth! Such projection!"

"Won't you help me, Mr. Feeley," asked Gazonga as she wiggled closer. Mr. Feeley's eyes were locked on the monumental tits jiggling closer and closer to him. "I need to cum. Please help me. Fuck me, Mr. Feeley. Fuck me, now!"

"That would be improper" sputtered Mr. Feeley. "You are a student. I am a teacher."

"Oh, you don't mean that do you?" breathed Gazonga. She stepped closer until both boobs pressed solidly against Mr. Feeley. Using both hands, she groped beneath her beachball sized tits, caressing Mr. Feeley's crotch.

Her breasts rocked and surged against Mr. Feeley as she worked, causing huge waves of flesh to slap against his upper stomach and chest. The older man stood statue-like in front of his young student with the now immense breasts.

"MISTER Feeley!" exclaimed Gazonga, her mouth an O of amazement! "Is this all you?" Her hands were busy exploring what she had found.

"No wonder you always wear such baggy pants!"

"No, you shouldn't....I can't allow..." Mr. Feeley trained off as Gazonga sank to her knees in front of him.

With quick hands Gazonga released the belt buckle and tugged his pants and boxer shorts to his ankles.

"Ohhh, neat! How pretty!" she murmured as she reached for Mr. Feeley's dick with both hands. 

It took two hands she discovered. Mr. Feeley had the largest dick she had ever imagined! Still mostly limp, it was larger than Corney's dick was when at full strength. At least 8 inches she thought, and still not hard! Yummy, she thought. This might do the trick!

"Fucking HUGE!" she breathed.

11:27PM

Gazonga strutted down the walk, her hips rocking in a newly acquired sensuous motion. Her shoulders back, she relished the newly granted bounce and jiggle she sported under her tightly stretched shirt. It fit now. Sort of. Just barely. There were gaps between all the buttons. Her bra was a total loss. It would never fit her newly over-sized boobs.

Mr. Feeley had done the trick. Finally.

After she had gotten him to full erection he had eased his immensity into her sopping wet cunt and fucked hell out of her. Her first of many orgasms struck within five minutes of his sinking full length in her. That first full penetration had taken the patient older teacher almost five minutes. Despite her pleadings and urgings he had insisted on slow and steady progress. 

She had wrapped arms and legs around him and had hung on for dear life as he began to pound her relentlessly. Her incredibly vast breasts crushed between them, they had bulged outward far beyond her and rested on the floor to either side of her. 

Shrieking and crying she had rocketed from orgasm to orgasm while he instructed her in different positions. It was, she now thought, the changing positions that had allowed him to fuck her for almost forty minutes and thru a half dozen orgasms before he had spilled his first load into her clutching cunt from behind while they both kneeled in the living room.

While they had been going at it for the second time her tits had definitely started to relent. After resting a few minutes they had done it again. And then one more time. And then one final time.

The last time had been perhaps the best. Gazonga started again because she was greedy she admitted to herself. By then Mr. Feeley was about dried up. His massive dick a limp rope that lay defeated upon his upper thigh. When Gazonga had started to caress it once again Mr. Feeley had briefly protested. Those protests had died in his throat when Gazonga swung her reduced but still VERY massive boobs into his face. Mr. Feeley was a died-in-the-wool tit lover. He could no more refuse those firm massive boobs than he could stop his heart from beating.

Using both hands he had held one mountainous breast to his lips while he continued to worship the largest tits he had ever seen or touched.

Slowly but inevitably he had reachieved erection under Gazonga's ministrations. Gazonga had then swung onto him and, while continuing to keep him interested by dangling her tits in his face, she had ridden to orgasm after orgasm. His final weak orgasm had come after she had reached peaks that she had never imagined to exist. She thought dreamily that while she respected Mr. Feeley as her teacher, she loved him for his cock!

Again she looked downward while she walked. Her breasts had become small enough to be manageable she thought. Although SMALL was not a good descriptions she thought proudly. She watched them bobble and jounce in her shirt. She had no concept of how big they were now. Bigger than she had ever thought she would become, she knew. Bigger than anyone in school she thought. She noticed that she had lost the button at the point where her breasts projected outward the farthest.

"I can't wait till I get home and measure myself," she thought to herself. "I think Corney's and my relationship is going to change a lot too. If he can't keep up with me I may need to seek relief elsewhere." She patted the purse that still contained the vial from Jack. "I wonder how the college basketball squad would react if they saw me in a cheerleader's outfit after the games this fall? And if they can't handle the new Gazonga, I can always call on Mr. Feeley!"

END