Party Sex Story
Ms. Le Faye was quietly watching from her desk as Hillary cried and I
tried to comfort her.
Merle was washing his paws and waiting for us to settle down.
“³Are you okay my dear?” she asked.
“I¹ve never told anyone about this before”, she said. “I… it …yeah, I
do feel better. Talking about it does help. And since I¹ve met Richard
I¹ve been able to get off with a man for the first time. He’s been a
wonderful lover. Careful, caring, warm and sensitive. Some times when
we¹re making love I feel him holding back like he doesn¹t want to cause me
any discomfort. I just want to dig the spurs in, and scream for him to
ride me as hard as he can. But I don¹t want to scare him, the poor
dear.² She smiled gently. ³He¹s the only sexual partner I¹ve had that I
can really enjoy!”
“But you date a lot.” I said, “You told me yourself about all the guy¹s
you ball. You¹ve certainly had an active sex life!”
“I¹ve had sex, yes. I¹ve had sex with other guys. It¹s pleasant. If I
focus on it I can clamp down tight enough that we both enjoy it. Lots of
guys come around for another helping despite my nickname. But they never
get me on that train! They have a good time and after they leave I get
out one of my dildos or when I really need to get off, I call you. Or
wait for you to call me.
“The sex is a whole different dimension with you. It¹s wonderful. That
train roars through the station, sweeps me up on it and takes me for a
ride that I don¹t ever want to end! I can orgasm and orgasm and orgasm.
It makes me wet and hot just thinking about it.
³”But I know that you probably would prefer to sleep with other girls so I
try not to call too often. I can¹t afford to be greedy and drive you
away. I need you too much.”
Merle was watching us again.
Ms. Le Faye asked, “Why do you think that Richard would prefer to sleep
with other girls?²
” know how boys are. I¹ve seen Richard look at other women when he
doesn¹t think I¹m watching him. I know what he likes, I know what all
the boys REALLY like!” she looked down at herself, ³And I¹ve never had
what the boys really want. Big boobs.”
Now wait a minute, I wanted to yell, while it is true I look at women with
big boobs, and it¹s true my first sexual experience was with a girl with
boobs so vast as to defy imagination, there were two things wrong with
Hillary¹s statement. One, I look at all the girls, big boobs, middle
boobs, little boobs. I was an equal opportunity boob watcher! And,
second, Hillary had boobs. Real nice ones.
And I told her so now.
“Hillary, you have beautiful breasts. When you get naked your boobs are
gorgeous. Why each one is wider than my outstretched hand. Your aureoles
and nipples puff up so sexy. And I know you get excited and really enjoy
it when I play with your boobs and suck your nipples!”
“I have a flat chest.” she countered. “They may be wide but they don¹t
stick out at all! I can go without a bra and no one will notice. I do
enjoy it when you play with my tits. Some times I have these little
orgasms while you¹re playing with my boobs. But I learned a long time ago
that men really like big boobs no matter what they say!” She said the
last with certainty.
³Tell us how you learned that, Hillary.² said Ms. Le Faye.
Hillary¹s Story
Becka¹s Coming Out Party
“Well, when I was growing up in Junior High School? Mandy Wallace was my
bestest friend. We were the same age. I was an only child. She had a
younger sister Becka - three years younger than us. When we were twelve
Mandy started to develop. We both thought that was yucky because we
enjoyed playing ball with the guys in the neighbor hood and Mandy didn¹t
think she could do that if she started getting ‘boobies’ as she called
them.
For about 6 months everything was still cool. Then one Saturday morning
Mandy called me. She was crying on the phone and asked me to come over.
I went next door and Mandy opened up before I could knock and whisked me
up to her room, hushing my questions.
“What¹s all the mystery?” I asked
“Mom found out!” she moaned.
“What are you talking about?”
“Well you remember, I showed you! I started to grow boobies?”
“Yeah, so what, nothing much¹s happened since then.”
“Well, actually a lot happened. Look!”
And she pulled open the robe she was wearing. Joggling in front of my
disbelieving eyes were two half grapefruit sized mounds.
³”Holy Cow! How did that happen?” I exclaimed.
“Well, they just kept growing. I wore real tight t shirts under my other
clothes and recently I¹ve been using an old Ace bandage to keep Œem down.
But last night mom caught me coming out of the bathroom and, well, she was
pissed! Said I could hurt myself and now I gotta go get a bra!”
She burst into angry tears. ” wish this had never happened!” She
wailed. “I don¹t want boobies. The guys will tease me and everything.
Mom has really big boobies. What if I grow up and look like her? Gross!”
It was true. The Widow Wallace had the largest set of breasts for miles
around. She was always being bothered by men. Even though she was at
least 35. An old crone like that should be allowed to live in peaceful
widowhood, I thought.
Well, Mandy went to the store with her mom that morning for a bra. Her
first bra. Later that week she told me it was a ³B² cup and tried to
explain sizing to me. She said it was difficult to find a bra that fit
her well because she was so young, had such a slender chest and then
these big mounds of boobies. It was too complicated and I didn¹t pay too
much attention.
But it was a funny thing. As much as she said she disliked them she
didn¹t really try all that hard to hide them. Guys at school, older guys,
would look at her in the hall and some of the bolder ones would even say
hi. If we were talking in the hall guys would come up and talk to her as
if I wasn¹t even there! It made me mad.
Mandy said she didn¹t like it either but she didn¹t try to stop it. And
she kept growing. We didn¹t really talk about it too much. I had nothing
happening at all and it was starting to get to me. In casual conversation
Mandy would drop the news about the newest bra. She blew past the ‘C’ cup
range in less than two years. I had some sparse hair around mu puss but
no boobies. My nipples were getting larger though, and finally my mom and
I got me a bra. A training bra. Big whoop.
And then Mandy¹s sister Becka started to sprout like a mushroom after a
rainstorm! Unlike Mandy, she really flaunted herself! Becka would wear
tight stretchy tops and t-shirts with out a bra. Her sharp nipples would
try to burrow right through the fabric! Becka had the largest collection
of bras. She even spent her own allowance on underwear! And she went
trough sizes so fast that Mandy swore she never had to wash a bra. She
just replaced one new bra with the next larger size.
I still had some sparse hair around my puss. And no boobs.
I finally realized what boys were like on my 16th birthday. I had a party
in our basement. No drinking - just some kids and some records. My
boyfriend Bobby was there with some of his friends. He was a year older
than me and a grade ahead in school. We¹d never done more than hold hands
and some innocent kisses. Mandy was there, and her bratty little sister.
“Well, I couldn¹t leave her home.” Mandy whined to me. “Mom said that she
couldn¹t afford a babysitter while she¹s out with Mr. Henderson tonight
and if I wanted to come to the party I had to drag the little tramp
along.” Mandy¹s opinion of her sister was if anything, even lower than
mine.
Hillary grew quiet.”Go on please, Hillary. You said you found out what
boys were like. What did you mean?” asked Ms. Le Faye.
“About an hour after the party started I noticed that Bobby wasn¹t around
and I went looking for him
He wasn¹t down stairs but one of his buddies said he¹d gone up to the
kitchen to see if there was some more coke. So I headed upstairs.
I was walking down the hall toward the kitchen when I heard his voice. I
don¹t know why but instead of just going into the kitchen I stopped and
listened.
He was talking with Becka. Or rather, Becka was talking to him.
“Oh Bobby, I don¹t know what you think you see in that long drink of
water, Hillary. She¹s as skinny as a rail and just towers over you. I
think you look funny together. Don¹t you think the guy should be taller
than the girl? I know all of my girlfriends say so.” If she had any girl
friends it was news to me and probably news to them as well! Becka was a
bitch! And we all knew it. But it seemed Bobby didn¹t.
“Oh, she¹s just an inch taller than me. And I¹ll pass her any day now.”
Bobby said.
I peeked in the kitchen from the hall. Bobby was going through the
fridge. He was bent over looking on the bottom shelve. And Becka was
looking at him the way a cat will look at a mouse it¹d just caught. You
know, when they know their gonna kill it but just haven¹t decided how?
Merle¹s yowl was one of agreement!
So anyway, by the time he straightened up she had an innocent look on her
face. She was leaning back with both elbows up on the kitchen counter
behind her? It was a pose that made it impossible to miss what she knew
were her best features. Her boobs were sticking out about a mile! Bobby
couldn¹t help but notice those missiles pointed at him! And the way her
nipples were poking out! They were like, like, like two .45 caliber
bullets stuck onto matching warheads.
It was like I could tell what was going to happen but I found I couldn¹t
move from where I was hiding outside the kitchen.
Now Becka was wearing a pair of really tight shorts. No belt - and the
snap at the top of her zipper kept popping when she moved around? But
she¹d just ignore it for a couple of minutes and then snap it shut.
Her midriff was bare. She was wearing one of the tightest little short
sleeve sweaters you¹d could ever hope to see. Becka¹s boobs held the
bottom edge of the sweater away from her midriff. It was almost
sleeveless, had a deep scoop neck and buttoned up the front. It had
probably fit her well about three months ago. Today there were these
crescent shaped gaps between the top buttons where the sweater stretched
across her tits. You could see her bra through the gaps. The gaps were
the like an inch wide between the three buttons right across the largest
part of her boobs! It looked like they would pop if she took a deep
breath. Probably take out Bobby¹s eye I figured. And he¹d deserve it,
too!
“Hey, Bobby, how come you don¹t like me?” Becka asked. She was easing up
to him while he got out a glass out of the cupboard..
“I like you fine. You¹re just a kid.”
“I¹m not just a kid.” She stamped her foot. “Look me in the eye and say
that, if you can!” she dared him.
Well Bobby fell into it. He turned around. Becka was standing about
three feet from him now with her fists perched on her hips.
“Becka,” Bobby started, “you¹re sweet but you¹re just a little kid!”
“I¹ll show you sweet, Bobby!” Becka took one step toward him and inhaled,
throwing her chest out. “Look at me, Bobby! Do I look like a little
kid? Huh?”
Her hands slowly rose up from her hips, caressing her stomach, her
fluttering fingers sliding up over her sweater which rose up with her
hands before dropping back in place as her hands arced over her boobies.
“Well, do I, Bobby?” Her voice was a low wheedling tone. I could see
Bobby¹s upper lip was starting to sweat. The temperature in the kitchen
had gone up twenty degrees in 10 seconds!
“Do you know any other ‘little kid’ who looks like me Bobby?”
Her left hand held the bottom of her sweater as she slowly swung her hips
right and left while pouting up into Bobbies eyes from under her bangs.
Her other hand stroked the far side of her neck and drifted down,
smoothing the line of her collar bone, and then slowly followed her breast
bone in and down until her hand slowed and stopped in the valley of her
cleavage that was just exposed by the top of her sweater. She fluttered
her fingertips over the exposed tops of her breasts. Bobby was
transfixed, staring at the busty little tease in front of him.
Her index finger reached out and just caressed the top button parted. It
parted under the slight pressure. I could see the tension across the neck
line relax as the two halves jumped apart. The tension on the next button
increased. Becka¹s fingers moved a little deeper into her cleavage. The
tension in the room was increasing. And I could feel myself moistening as
I watched.
“Well, what do you say Bobby. Still look like a little kid? Hmmmm?”
“Yeah.” Bobby said. But his voice was softer and hesitant.
“Oh?” Her index finger snapped out and the second button passed its
tension down to the third button. “Really?” The third button parted just
as easily as the first two. Becka was now showing about four inches of
cleavage. Her breasts mounded up in the middle. Her bra didn¹t show.
She was wearing one wasn¹t she?
“How many ‘little kids’ do you know that can fill a sweater as well as I
do Bobby?” she tormented.
She cupped her sweater enclosed breasts and squeezed them together while
staring into Bobby¹s eyes. Her cleavage really blossomed when she did
that!
“Hmmmm, they feel so big in my hands!” she declared. She rubbed them up
and down against each other with her hands.
Across the room I could hear Bobby gulp and swallow.
She stepped back and leaned back against the counter again. Bobby took
one step forward and then another half step. He was closer now.
Becka reached out and placed a hand on his chest. “Now Bobby, you don¹t
want to get too close to a ‘little kid’ do you? You stay there like a
good little boy.”
Holding the bottom of her sweater steady with both hands, Becka gave
Bobby a smirk, arched her back and took a deep breath. The topmost
button gave up. Five inches of the richest, creamiest cleavage I could
imagine was less than an arms length away from Bobby¹s staring eyes.. Now
you could see the inside edges of the pale blue bra cups on either side.
The pressure of the cups contents pushed enticing mounds of flesh above
the edges and forced Becka¹s tits close together in a tight crevasse of
mammary excitement.
“Christ”, I heard Bobby mutter.
“Oh, Bobby honey! I think you like what you see!” tinkled Becka. “Tell
me you like what you see. I may show you a little more. You¹d like that,
right?” Her hands drifted down her stomach to the waist band of her
pants. She snapped the snap closed.
“I like what I see.” Bobby mumbled.
“I¹m sorry, what did you say Bobby?” Her hands were fluttering up and
down her bare midriff.
“I like what I see. You know I like what I see, Becka.”
“Oh yeah, I know what all the boys like to see!” Becka agreed in a lazy
sounding voice as she lounged against the counter. “I know real well what
the boys like to see. And ‘little’ Becka¹s got more of it to show than
any other girl in school! Right, Bobby?” Her voice was quietly
triumphant.
“Yeah, right, Becka.” Bobby hadn¹t moved. He was still staring at Becka¹s
chest.
“Bobby, I can hardly hear you! what was that you just said?” She teased
“I said yeah, right, Becka.” Bobby repeated.
“Yeah, right what?”
“Yeah, you got a lot to show Becka!” Bobby was sweating harder.
³”A lot of what, Bobby? I want to hear you say it.” the buxom tantalizer
wheedled.
“You got a lot of, um, ah, breasts, Becka.”
“That’s good Bobby, I like the way you said that!”
Standing upright suddenly Becka grabbed the bottom of her sweater on
either side of the buttons and pulled her hands apart. One by one the
lower buttons gave way.
When she stopped, her hands were at her lower ribs and there was only one
button still buttoned. The body band of her bra was exposed and the
sweater was pulled taut around Becka¹s full to bursting cups.
“Shall I?” Asked Becka. “Do you want to see? Want me to open the last
button Bobby?” Damn teasing little bitch. Even I wanted to see! How
could this bratty kid be having this effect? I was afraid I¹d flood my
panties if I kept watching and yet I couldn¹t move.
“Yes, you little bitch. Go ahead. Open it.” Bobby was sweating. His
face was getting red.
“Oh? So now I¹m a little bitch, huh? Well, I suppose that¹s better than
being a little kid. But you¹ve hurt my feelings.” She was pouting. She
let go of the ends of the sweater which fell back in place. “I don¹t
think you like me at all Bobby!”
“Hey, wait a minute. I guess I like you fine” , gulped Bobby. He didn¹t
want the show to be over! Neither did I!
“Well then, give me a little kiss!” giggled Becka, who proceeded to reach
up on tiptoe, wrap her arms around Bobbys neck, and plant a kiss on his
lips. She didn¹t miss the chance to really grind her boobs into Bobby
chest, either!
When she stepped back Bobby was two shades redder and breathing like a
race horse.
“Oh, Bobby,” she cooed. “That was real nice. You kiss good! Since you
made up so nice, I have a special treat for you, honey! I want you to
open the last button! But no touching, Bobby! Just the button or I¹ll go
home!”
She giggled a little as she hauled her shoulders back as far as she could,
stuck out her chest and took a big breath. For a second I thought Bobby
would lose his chance. Wool wasn¹t made to take that kind of stress!
Bobby gulped hard, screwed up his courage and shakily reached for the
button, As his hands got with-in inches of their target, Becka laughed
softly and shimmied her shoulders. Her breasts swung in big wobbling
arcs and Bobby pulled his hands back like they¹d been put in a fire.
“That¹s right, Bobby”, cooed Becka. “No touching.”
Well, she kept this up for another minute or so. Bobby would reach, Becka
would sway, or twitch or shift a breast in his way, and they¹d start all
over. Bobby was getting redder and redder, Becka was grinning and
giggling. And loving it! My panties were sopping wet just watching this
tease work over my boyfriend.
Finally Becka held still long enough for Bobby to get his palsied fingers
on the button that was just barely still in the button hole. I don¹t
think Bobby really did anything. The button just leapt free. At the same
time Becka lurched forward, pressing her bra encased bosom onto Bobbys
hands and just as quickly stepping away and clutching the sweater around
her.
“I, I didn¹t, I didn¹t do, you bumped into me, Becka!” croaked Bobby.
“I know,² cooed Becka. ³Did you like what you saw? And felt?”
“I didn¹t see anything!” groaned Bobby.
“Really?” teased Becka “Nothing? At all?”
“No!” he moaned.
“Well you just stay where you are. Do you want to see? Bobby? You don¹t
mind that I¹m just a little kid, now do you?” Becka twisted the knife.
She was standing in front of Bobby, left knee bent and pressed against
her other leg. Her hands were holding the over-stressed sweater stretched
closed in front of her. It was a classic pin up pose. I¹d even tried it
in the mirror myself.
“No. I don¹t mind that you¹re… I mean, I don¹t think you’re a little
kid any more, Becka.”
“Damn right, Bobby. When was the last time you saw a little kid built
like this!?” she crowed as she proudly pulled her arms back and slipped
the sweater down to her elbows. The only reason they didn¹t hear my gasp
was that Bobby groaned even louder!
Becka¹s bosom was magnificent. Incredibly oversized for her body! She
had played Bobby like a cheap harp until he was crazy. Standing in front
of him Becka was proudly thrusting her bosom out , her arms pulled back
behind her, sweater now dangling from one hand. She slowly twisted her
upper body from left to right and back.
Her bra was a lovely pale blue, lacy, underwire, demi bra. Her boobs
filled it to bursting. Now that I could see it clearly I could see the
body band was held well off her sternum and ribs by her big tits. The
staining cups of the bra forced her tits together and thrust them
forward. The flesh that oozed together between the cups was matched by an
equal or greater amount that was trying to escape to the sides. Every
time Becka inhaled her breasts rose in their cups, her cleavage a
constantly rippling firm mass of flesh that drew the Bobby¹s eyes like a
magnet. I couldn¹t believe the feeling going through me.
“God damn”, Bobby moaned. “I¹ve never seen anyone like you, Becka. Not
even in my dad¹s Playboys!” If he had wanted to compliment Becka he¹d
found the right way. I could see her swell with pride as Bobby went on,
“How old are you, Becka?”
“Thirteen last month Bobby,” She announced proudly.
“Jesus. Thirteen. I can¹t believe it.”
“Believe it, honey” offered Becka. “And you want to know a secret?” Her
voice was conspiratorial as she leaned slightly closer to Bobby.
“What’s that, Becka?”
“Well, look at this, lover.” she turned her back on Bobby and reached back
with her hand and pointed to the middle of the back strap of the bra.
“See this label? Bobby, come here and read me what it says.”
“It says, um, it says,” Bobby was having trouble keeping his eyes on the
label. Becka¹s back was so slender and smooth. You could see each rib as
it went around from her back to her side and her little butt was outlined
by her tight pants.
“Come on Bobby. Read it to me”, she demanded impatiently.
“Um, it says ‘Bali 34D’. What does that mean?”
“Never mind right now. What else does it say?”
“It says. It says.. Mandy Wallace. Mandy? Mandy Wallace? You’re
wearing one of your sister¹s bras?”
“Yeah, I stole it from her bedroom this morning. Its a brand new one.
She just got it yesterday when we were at Macy¹s.” She spun around and
Bobby found herself with a very close view of Becka¹s cleavage. In fact,
his nose was almost buried in it.
“Oh, your breath tickles!” giggled Becka as she wrapped her arms around
herself and shivered dramatically, as if she was cold. Which, of course,
pushed her huge boobies even closer into Bobbies gawking face. I thought
he was going to faint!
“So you borrow your sister¹s underwear. Is that a secret? I bet lots of
girls do that!” Bobby snorted as he reluctantly stood back up.
“Yeah, well, they probably do. But that¹s not the secret, Bobby. The
secret is,” her voice lowered, “the secret is; how many younger sisters do
you know steal their big sisters bras and find out the bras are too
small? Hmmmm Bobby?”
“That’s what those numbers and letters tell you. See, the cup size,
Bobby, the letters? That tells you how large a set of boobs really are.”
Her hands were stroking and gently squeezing her bra encased breasts as
she looked down at them. Her narcissistic pride glowed in her eyes as she
cast a lingering glance at Bobby. Her grin only widened when she
confirmed that he was seeing nothing but her hands and the massive ovoids
in front of him.
“The number just tells you how big a girl is around the chest. Here.”
Her index fingers traced the lower edge of the bra¹s body band.
“I measure 25 inches around here just below my breast. My big sister
measures 29 inches. You have to add five inches to find the proper body
band measurement. That is the number. Most guys think the number is what
counts! But would you rather go out with me or Caroline Schultz? She
wears a 44!”
Caroline was a big fat 11th grader who had no boobs at all.
“Y..Y..Yuh, you!” stammered Bobby
Becka smiled at his predictable response. She leaned forward and shimmied
her shoulders back and forth. Her tits shook and jumped in the cups.
“Bobby, I¹m three years an a half years younger than Mandy.” Becka was
posing openly for Bobby. Cupping her hands behind her neck and breathing
deeply she formed an impossibly deep chasm.
“Bobby,² she purred. “Mandy wears a 34 D Bra. She¹s worn one for about
six months now. I got measured yesterday too. The clerk said they didn¹t
have anything even close to my size.” She paused, clasped her hands in
front of the now open snap of her shorts and gently pushed her arms
together in front of her while she closed the snap. I thought her boobs
would surge up and out of the cups!
“Your size?” quavered Bobby.
“Yeah, my size. They have to special order a 30 Double H!”
“Double H? Holy fucking Christ! Double H? Thirteen years old?” Bobby
was shaking.
“Double H.² The pride just dripped from Becka¹s voice. “I¹m so much
bigger than my sixteen year old sister.
“Bobby. I¹m not a little kid! No little kid could fill this bra like I
do! Right?”
“Yeah, right Becka.²
“How nice of you to admit that. Have you ever seen anyone with as great a
body as mine? Even in the movies? Or your dad¹s Playboys?”
“No, Becka, I sure as hell haven¹t. Not even close!²
“Well, aren¹t you complimentary! ” Becka was sliding closer to Bobby,
“I’ve got one more really big secret to share with you! ŒCause you¹ve
been so nice and since I think you¹re the cutest guy I know.”
“What¹s that?² Bobby was still shivering and watching Becka like a man
dying of thirst might watch a water fountain.
“I want you to be the first guy to touch me. Right here!” And Becka took
Bobby¹s hand in both of hers and pressed it into her cleavage. It
practically disappeared up to the wrist!
“Oh, Holy shit!” hissed Bobby.
“Leave your hand there!” groaned Becka. She was flushing now herself.
She let go of Bobby wrist and reached behind her. I swear I heard the
fabric of the over taxed bra groan in relief as it was released.
Incredibly, as she allowed the bra to drop to the linoleum floor, Becka¹s
boobs did not drop an inch. They shivered on her chest and settled into a
pouty thrust almost straight out from her ribs. Becka would have flunked
the pencil test I found myself thinking.
Each heroic boob was topped by an aureole that was visibly puffed up.
About two inches across, they seemed large enough to fill the A cup bra I
was wearing all on their own. And thrusting arrogantly upward from there
Becka¹s nipples extended another half inch. They were the same pale pink
of the aureole and were as thick as Bobby¹s pinky.
“Touch me Bobby,” Becka whispered. “Touch my enourmous Double H breasts!”
Bobby cupped one magnificent breast in each shaking hand as Becka moaned.
I could see the firm breast flesh quiver from the tremor in Bobby¹s
hands. His hands didn¹t come close to covering those mounds! No matter
how he tried his hands only covered a fraction of each gigantic mound!
“Squeeze my big titties, lover, squeeze my big, firm titties. It feel
sooo good. Have you ever squeezed a huge pair of tits like mine?”
“God no,” my boyfriend moaned, “No one else has such big pretty boobs, Becka!”
Becka grabbed Bobby¹s ears and pulled his eager lips to one of her
massively upthrusting nipples.
“And suck me, suck my nipples. I love to do that when I¹m in bed at night
and I¹ll bet it feels better when you do it. Oh, Bobby, I love how your
hands and lips feel. Pinch my nipples, oh, oh, yess, just like that. You
do that so good!” Becka’s thighs were grinding together while she was
sighing and moaning with undisguised passion.
Twining her hands in Bobbys hair Becka pulled him down into her bosom.
Clutching him closer with both hands she pushed inwards with her elbows
and swallowed up Bobbys head in her vast bosom. I could just see the tips
of his ears still exposed. Becka swung her shoulders to wipe Bobbys face
all over her boobs. Her hips were swinging back and forth and her thighs
continued to grind together. It looked like her crotch was trying to suck
her pants up into her!
Suddenly Bobby groaned deep in his chest. He clutched at Becka¹s back and
shoulders. His hips quivered, pistoned back and forth once, twice, three
times. He emitted one more muffled groan and then sighed deeply.
Becka¹s smile of pleasure faded.
“Oh, Bobby,” she pouted as she pushed him out away from her breasts,
“Were you just a naughty boy?” She was laughing at him as he tried to
adjust his sticky pants.
“Here I thought you were a man!” She picked up the discarded bra, slipped
her arms into it and clasped the bra behind her. Leaning over, she shook
her boobs into the cups and stood up. Still smiling faintly at Bobby she
tucked and prodded to once more encase her breasts in the overmatched bra.
She reached down, silently and put her sweater back on. Working slowly,
with her tongue peeking between her lips she buttoned up each button from
the bottom to the top.
Finishing she grinned up at Bobby as she asked “How do I look, honey?”
“You look good enough to eat!” responded Bobby.
“I doubt you¹ll ever know, Bobby. Too bad! You better get home and
clean yourself up.” She giggled again as she drew her finger through the
widely spreading stain on the front of Bobbies pants.
“Ohh, you¹re all sticky,” she cooed as she put the finger into her mouth
and sucked it. Bobby groaned aloud.
“Now run along home Bobby. I¹m going back downstairs to see if any of
your other friends has more stamina than you do. And I¹m going to have a
lot of fun finding out!” she chortled as she started toward me and the
party still going on downstairs.
I ducked into the pantry. She never saw me. Bobby went out the kitchen
door and didn¹t come back to the party. I guess he was too embarrassed.
I¹m sure Becka teased most of the boys that evening. By the time the
night was over, half the boys were gone, and Becka had a glow in her
cheeks you could read by. She really liked teasing boys. And she was
better equipped to tease than any of the other girls in school for all
that she was only 13 years old!
So that was the night I learned that boys go crazy for big tits. The
bigger the tits, the crazier the boys will act.