Boom-Boom, Part Two
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Marty thinks back to when he first discovered Boom-Boom's incredible strength.


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This is adult material and should not be read by anyone under the age of
eighteen.

I posted my first Boom-Boom story a few days ago. I said at the time that if
readers wanted to read more stories about Boom-Boom, they should let me know.
Well... they let me know so here is another story.

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I woke up this morning with my head resting on one of my girlfriend
Boom-Boom's enormous breasts as my pillow. As I quietly and carefully sat up
in bed, I took a long look at Boom-Boom's amazing body. Her huge tits were
certainly the premier attraction, but even if Boom-Boom only had, say, DD
breasts, she would still be any extraordinarily beautiful young woman.

She has a lovely oval face with doe-like, dark eyes, a smallish nose and lush,
pouty lips. Her beautiful face is perfectly complimented by her long, silk,
black hair.

She has olive skin that is smooth and flawless all over. Her body, even aside
from her giant tits, is a natural wonder of feminine perfection. She has a
long, elegant neck with broad shoulders and toned muscular arms. Her arms were
ideally balanced between fitness model and bodybuilder muscularity.

Her broad shoulders give way to a slender waist with ripped six-pack abs. Her
hips are wide and womanly and her ass is rock-solid tight and round.
Sincerely, Boom-Boom has an ass you can bounce half dollars off of, and I know
because she's made me do it!

Her legs are shapely and long and, like her arms, the perfect balance of
muscular and yet smooth and supple rather than bulky. Boom-Boom's whole body
looks sexy and powerful.

Yet as powerful as her body looks, Boom-Boom's strength is much greater than
that. Boom-Boom is stronger than any five men I know. One of her favorite
hobbies is to go online to find videos of men performing impressive feet of
strength such as dead lifting 500kg. Then Boom-Boom posts a video of herself
either dead lifting double that weight, or pressing that much weight over her
head! Of course, the general consensus on the internet is that her videos are
faked.

They aren't faked.

Anyway, as I looked down on Boom-Boom's unbelievably sexy body and thought
about how much her beauty and her nearly impossible strength turned me on, I
began to think back. I've known Angela "Boom-Boom" Mancini most of my life.
I've known about her strength since we were both in eighth grade. Yet, until a
couple of years ago, being this close to her both physically and emotionally
was something I hardly dared to fantasize about.

I can't really remember a time when I didn't have a crush on Angela Mancini.
We grew up in the same neighborhood and were in het same class at school. We
grew up in a neighborhood with a lot of kids about the same age, and we played
a lot of group games together.

I guess I first really became smitten with Angela when we were both in
kindergarten. I know that boys aren't supposed to like girls at such a young
age, but Angela had me from the start. I guess it was because she was
everything I was not.

I was shy and awkward. Angela was outgoing and popular. I was always kind of
geeky looking. Angela always looked... well, angelic. Angela was always good
at sports and games and could keep up with boys her own age and even a little
older. I was always sort of malnourished looking and not very athletic. I was
the kind of kid that looked like I might get blown away by a semi-strong
breeze.

Even so, I was usually included among the kids in our neighborhood even though
I usually got picked last. Looking back, I'd have to say that for the most
part, the kids in our neighborhood got along pretty well.

This was largely because the undisputed leaders among the kids our age were
Angela's twin brothers who were four years older than we were. Their names
were Anthony and Rocco, and they generally kept the peace in our little world.

And even though Angela was one of the leaders of our group whereas I was only
one of the gray, faceless nobodies who never did much to be remembered for,
Angela always knew my name was usually friendly enough to me.

When she was younger - like around ten and eleven - Angela was one of those
pretty girls who didn't know how pretty she was. That was one of the things
that was very cool about her. It gave guys like me hope when we should have
known that she was hopelessly out of our league.

It was towards the end of forth grade when she was ten that Angela began to
change. Specifically, she began to grow boobs. It was subtle at first, and I'm
sure I was one of the first to notice since I kept a pretty close eye on
everything having to do with Angela.

I wasn't long before others began to notice too. By the time we entered the
sixth grade, Angela was wearing bras with DD cups! This is about the time my
crush became an obsession.

A lot of girl who develop large breasts at an early age are embarrassed by
them and try to cover them up. This was not so with Angela. I don't think she
became vain about them exactly, but she wasn't shy either. She seemed to
accept them as she did everything with confidence and poise.

She didn't even seem to mind when the boys started calling her "Boom-Boom". In
fact, the boy who gave her that nickname was her first boyfriend, and she kept
the nickname long after she'd gotten rid of him.

Boom-Boom's first boyfriend's name was Dan. He was a year older than we were
and was a big deal in the seventh grade. When Boom-Boom and Dan began going
out, it was the big news of our middle school. A lot of the seventh grade
girls were jealous of Boom-Boom because she had taken the seventh grade's
alpha male.

To say the Boom-Boom and Dan were "going out" wasn't exactly accurate. They
didn't really go out anywhere. Anthony and Rocco saw to that. As might be
expected, they were very protective of their sixth grade sister with double-D
breasts, and they let it be known that no boys better come sniffing around
their house looking for her.

As it was, Boom-Boom and Dan didn't stay together for very long. Dan let it be
known to anyone who would listen that Boom-Boom wouldn't let him do anything
but kiss her. "She won't even let me get to second base. Can you believe it? A
girl with a set like that won't even let her boyfriend touch them." He let it
be known that if things didn't change soon that he was going to break up with
her and go back to seventh grade girls who were far more "mature".

A few days later, Dan showed up at show with a black eye and swollen lip.
Boom-Boom announced to her friends at the same time that she and Dan had
broken up. Everyone put two and two together and reached the obvious
conclusion that Anthony and/or Rocco had heard that Dan had been talking in a
disrespectful way about their sister and had taken care of the situation.

After that Boom-Boom dated a succession of older boys. Guys like me who were
her own age and had crushes on her fell farther and farther into the
background. She began to thrive on the attention her body gave her because not
only did she fully embrace the nickname Boom-Boom, but she also liked to dress
in tight and/or low cut tops that showed off her amazing feminine assets.

By the time she was twelve Boom-Boom knew she was hot, and she didn't care if
everyone else knew that she knew it.

None of her various boyfriends seem to last long however, and most of them
showed up to school looking beaten up right around the time they broke up with
Boom-Boom. Everyone figured that, like with Dan, Boom-Boom's older brothers
expressed their disapproval in a physical way.

As I was sitting up in bed and reminiscing, Boom-Boom began to stir beside me.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at me. She looked so sweet and
innocent and yet so wild and deliciously uninhibited.

The truth is she would not have sex with me until both of us were eighteen,
but since I turned eighteen a little over a month ago, she can't seem to get
enough of my cock. That's why most nights I just go ahead and sleep over at
her house.

She smiled and said, "What are you doing?"

"I'm just sitting her looking at your hot body and thinking about how lucky I
am," I said.

She quickly got up on her knees in bed and moved in close to me. Her massive,
firm, luscious breasts were mere inches from my face. "I agree with you; you
are a lucky guy," she said, "I mean, look at me. What did you ever do to
deserve a babe half as hot as I am? No wonder you worship me the way you do."

"So you think you deserve to be worshipped, is that it?" I teased.

"You bet your sweet ass I do," she said. "I mean, look at these tits," she
said as she jiggled them so close to my face that one of her nipples brushed
my lips. "And look at my beautiful face and tell me that it's not the
prettiest face you've ever seen."

"Your face is very beautiful,' I agreed.

"Now look at these hot, sexy muscles," she said as she did a double flex that
revealed her perfectly peaked fifteen inch biceps. "Admit it, Tiger, you
worship me, and I deserve it!"

Damn! I loved it when she talked like this. I loved her confidence and her
power.

"And besides being the H-O-T hottest babe you'll ever see in your life,
there's something else about me that drives you insane with desire, isn't
there?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"And what is that, my weak little man?"

"It's your...."

"My what? Say it!" she demanded.

"It's your strength," I whispered.

"Why are you whispering?" she asked. "It's no secret that I'm strong. Everyone
knows that I'm very, very strong, and that makes me much, much stronger than a
little weakling like you, right?"

"Yes, Boom-Boom," I replied.

"But you love it that way, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes, Boom-Boom, I love it."

"You love what?" she asked.

"I love knowing that you're much, much stronger than I am," I said.

"Of course I am," she said, "After all, you're just a man, and I'm much, much
stronger that any man."

"Yes, Boom-Boom," I responded.

"That wasn't a question, Baby," she said. "But you're not just any man, Baby;
you're my man. That means that in a way, you're very strong too. If any
bullies ever try to pick on you again, like they did before, I'll be there to
kick their weak male asses for you."

Boom-Boom was making reference to the incident that eventually brought us
together. She helped me out with a little bully problem I was having in tenth
grade.

"So basically," Boom-Boom continued, "I'm the hottest chick you'll ever know
as well as the strongest person. Now are you going to lie and tell me that you
wouldn't get down on your knees and kiss my feet if I wanted you to?"

"Boom-Boom, you don't even have to ask," I said, "If you ever want me to get
on my hands and knees and kiss your feet, just snap your fingers and point at
them, and I'll know what to do."

"Mmmmmmm," she said, "I like it when you talk all subservient. I might just
take you up on that sometime. I might even make you beg for the privilege of
kissing my feet."

"I would to," I confirmed.

"Maybe you'd like it if I made you start calling me 'Master'," she said.

"Maybe I would," I agreed. Then I got serious and said, "Believe me,
Boom-Boom, I do worship you, and I know that I'm lucky that a girl as
beautiful and sexy and as incredibly strong as you are even knows I'm alive."
I hesitated to ask this next question, but I had to know. "What... what do you
see in a guy like me?"

"You weren't paying much attention," she said.

"Huh?"

"Didn't you hear the part where I said you had a sweet ass?" she asked
playfully. Then before I could say another word, she leaned in and filled my
mouth with one of her sweet nipples and said, "Worship my big tits now, Baby.
Lick them and suck than and kiss them all over."

Now I'm not going to lie and say that my mind went back to thinking about when
Boom-Boom and I were in middle school. For the next hour my entire being was
focused on exploring Boom-Boom's luscious body. Believe me; her body is like a
new world waiting to be discovered. And just when you think you've uncovered
all its wonders, something new will present itself. For example, she's got
this little spot behind her right knee that just drives me crazy!

But getting back to my story of when we were in middle school.... Boom-Boom
kept dating a steady stream of older boys, but she never got too serious with
any of them until she was in eighth grade. By this time, Boom-Boom was 5'3"
and weighted about one hundred and fifteen pounds. More to the point, her huge
breasts were bigger than ever. They weren't as big as they are today, but they
were huge nonetheless.

Meanwhile, Anthony and Rocco were high school seniors and twin stars of the
high school football team. They were both 6'4" tall and weighed around 225.
They were natural athletes who were fast, strong, tough and agile. They were
also more determined than ever to protect their baby sister.

The trouble started when Boom-Boom caught the eye of an eleventh grader named
Mickey Spinoza. Mickey had a reputation as a real ladies man who didn't
usually date younger girls. Of course, Boom-Boom was far from just any girl.

Mickey was not the athletic type like Anthony and Rocco. He was more of a
pretty boy with a very smooth style who drove a Triumph Spitfire 1500. You
could hardly blame Boom-Boom for being smitten.

When Mickey entered the scene, Anthony and Rocco became more concerned than
ever. They knew Mickey's reputation as a player, and this was the first guy
who tried to date Boom-Boom who had his own car. Being pretty successful with
girls themselves, Anthony and Rocco were not about to let some high school
junior anywhere near their sweet little sister.

Anthony's exact words to Mickey were, "If me or my brother see you anywhere
near our house with you having the intention of taking out Angela for a date,
we're going to mess up that pretty face of yours!" As he said this, Rocco, who
was known to be the more psychotic brother, just stood and glared at Mickey.

Mickey was scared of Anthony and Rocco. He'd be insane not to be. However the
lure of Boom-Boom's pretty face and huge breasts was too hard for Mickey to
resist. He tried to talk Boom-Boom into meeting him somewhere, but she
insisted that he pick her up at her door "like a gentlemen".

You had to give Mickey credit for having guts, because on a warm spring
evening, she drove right up to the front of Boom-Boom's door and rang the
doorbell. Of course, by this time, every kid in the neighborhood - including
me - had heard about Anthony and Rocco's threat. We were hanging out in the
street in front of the house to see what would happen.

I don't know about anyone else, but when Boom-Boom answered the door, my heart
skipped a beat. She was wearing a short, yellow sundress with spaghetti straps
that showed off a very generous portion of her fantastic cleavage. She was so
stunning that the blood rushed out of my head so fast that I nearly fainted.

For something like the millionth time since I first noticed her when I was
five, I felt a deep, burning longing in my heart when I looked at Angela.
Butterflies the size of fruit bats fluttered in my stomach.

Anyway, long story short, as Mickey and Boom-Boom were making their way to
Mickey's car, Anthony and Rocco came storming out of the house. "Wait just a
minute," Anthony called.

"My brother told you what we would do to your face if you tried to take our
sister out," Rocco shouted. This was followed by much yelling and arguing
between Boom-Boom and her twin brothers. Meanwhile, Mickey was cowering behind
his date.

Finally, Anthony grabbed Mickey by the arm and pulled him out from behind
Boom-Boom. Boom-Boom said, "Let him go, Anthony, I'm warning you!"

Rocco said, "Stay out of this, Angela; we're your big brothers. We know what's
best."

But Angela didn't stay out of it. Instead, in front of every kid in the
neighborhood, 5'3" tall, one hundred and fifteen pound Boom-Boom beat the
ever-lovin' shit out of her two 6'4" tall, 225 pound brothers. I don't mean
that she slapped them and they wouldn't hit her back because she was a girl. I
mean, she beat the holy shit out of them.

When Anthony threw and punch at Mickey, Boom-Boom caught his much bigger fist
in her delicate looking hand and began to squeeze. Within seconds, Anthony was
on his knees begging Boom-Boom to release him.

When Rocco saw what was happening to Anthony, he tried to pry Boom-Boom's hand
of his brother's fist. With her free hand, Boom-Boom clutched Rocco's forearm
and twisted slightly. Now both brothers were on their knees crying and begging
their strong baby sister to release them.

When she did, she turned around and said to her date, "Shall we go, Mickey?"

Before they could take very many steps however, both Anthony and Rocco jumped
Boom-Boom from behind. I don't know if their plan was to tackle her to the
ground like they had done to so many quarterbacks and running backs on the
football field. However, when they jumped on Boom-Boom they might as well have
been trying to tackle a full grown elephant.

Boom-Boom threw up her arms and the brothers went flying ten or fifteen feet
through the air in opposite directions. They landed hard. Boom-Boom went over
to Rocco and helped him up. "Had enough?" she asked. Evidently, he hadn't
because he pulled back his fist and hit Boom-Boom with a roundhouse punch to
her stomach. Boom-Boom looked as if she didn't even feel it, but Rocco clearly
did as let out a loud yelp of pain as he rubbed his severely bruised knuckles.

Anthony ran over to defend his brother. Both brothers loved their sister, but
they had a special twin bond. That meant that they were going to stick
together against any opponent including their own sister.

Together or separately, it didn't matter. Boom-Boom beat them like they were
little children. She didn't even especially try to defend herself from their
blows since none of their punches seems to have any effect on her.

Meanwhile, she gave them black eyes, swollen lips and bloody noses. Every kid
in the neighborhood watched in astonishment as Boom-Boom easily whipped the
two toughest boys we knew. Mickey also looked on in shock, but nobody was more
surprised by this unexpected turn than were Anthony and Rocco.

The only person who wasn't astounded was Boom-Boom who seemed to take the fact
that she was easily beating up her brothers in stride.

Finally she grabbed each one of them and lifted them with one hand each by
their belts. While she had them helpless in the air she said, "Listen you two,
I like Mickey, and he and I are going out tonight whether you like it or not.
That means you have two choices, you can either tell me to have a good time
and I go out with Mickey, or I can beat you up some more and then still go out
with Mickey. So... what's it going to be?"

"But...but what if he tries something on you?" asked Rocco.

"Pay attention, dumbass," said Boom-Boom, "I just kicked the crap out of both
of you at the same time. How is Mickey going to make me do anything I don't
want to do?"

Through swollen lips Anthony said, "Have a good time, Angela."

It still took Rocco a moment to concede, but finally he said, "Have a good
time, Angela."

Boom-Boom then made her brothers apologize to Mickey in front of the whole
neighborhood for threatening him.

"I guess you guys won't get a chance to mess up my face after all," Mickey
said triumphantly.

Boom-Boom punched Mickey on the arm and said, "Show some respect for my
brothers!"

Mickey rubbed his sore arm and said, "Yes, Boom-Boom."

This was how Boom-Boom revealed the truth about her strength to the world. She
told me later that she began to notice her strength at the same time that her
breast began to develop. Furthermore, the bigger her breast got, the stronger
she became.

This turned out to not be such a great thing for Mickey. He and Boom-Boom
dated for almost a year. But even after a year, Boom-Boom still wouldn't have
sex with him. "I'm only fourteen years old," she told him. "I'm not ready to
have sex yet."

"When will you be ready?" Mickey asked.

"Not until I'm eighteen," Boom-Boom told him.

This put Mickey in a spot. He wasn't willing to wait four more years, but at
the same time, she was too afraid to break up with Boom-Boom.

Finally, being the weasel that he was, Mickey cheated on her. When Boom-Boom
found out, ironically it was her and not her brothers that ended up messing up
Mickey's pretty face. Permanently. Then, just to make sure he got the message,
with the help of Anthony and Rocco, she turned over his really cool car.

This led to another major development in Boom-Boom's life. She was
disappointed that she required the help of her brothers to turn Mickey's car
over. After all, a Triumph Spitfire 1500 only had a curb weight of 1,750
pounds. Even though she could lift more weight than her brothers combined, she
still needed their help.

That's why Boom-Boom began working out in ninth grade. Since that time, she's
only grown about an inch taller, but she put on about forty pounds of dense,
solid muscle. Of course, her breasts have grown bigger since then and so has
her strength. Today she can lift that much weight over her head without any
help at all.

After that fateful day that Boom-Boom demonstrated her awesome strength in
public, her relationship with her older brothers changed. After that,
Boom-Boom became the "big sister" even though she's younger and physically
much smaller than her brothers. From that day on, when Boom-Boom told one of
her brothers to do something, they did it or suffered the consequences.

As for me, my obsession with Boom-Boom grew right along with her cup size and
her amazing strength. Unfortunately, it would still be some time before we got
together.

But we did eventually get together and now I find myself in bed exploring the
naked body of the sexiest woman who ever lived. After spending an hour
caressing, squeezing, kissing, licking and sucking to my heart's content, I
find myself pinned underneath Boom-Boom who is straddling my body, pinning my
arms over my head with her infinitely stronger arms and dangling her gigantic
tits in my face. I'm complete at her mercy. But then again, I always have
been.

"Enough foreplay," she announced. "I need your dick inside of me NOW!"

"Take me," I begged, "Please, take me now!"

Boom-boom slipped her dripping wet pussy slowly over my rock-hard cock and
began rolling her sexy hips back and forth over my man-meat. It's hard to
describe the feeling of having Boom-Boom's velvet smooth pussy rubbing up and
down and all over my penis while at the same time being pinned helpless to the
bed by her vastly superior strength while at the same, same time sucking and
licking tits as big as my head. The word rapturous comes to mind, but even
that's not a big enough word.

Soon we were both screaming as we achieved climax at the same time. My
genitals were completely drenched in our mingled love juices until Boom-Boom
ducked down and gave my cock and balls and thorough tongue bath. This nearly
brought me to a second orgasm.

As we lay in each other's arm cuddling in the glow of our love, there was a
timid knock on the door. "Come in," Boom-Boom said.

Rocco stuck his head in the door and said, "It's getting kind of late, Angela;
I was wondering if I could get your breakfast order now."

"Yes," she replied. "I'm not that hungry. Just fix me four scrambled egg, six
slices of bacon, a stack of wheat cakes and two slices of toast with
strawberry preserves." Did I mention that Boom-Boom could really pack the food
away?

"Okay," said Rocco with no argument.

"And Rocco," Boom-Boom said.

"Yes, Angela."

"Make sure you don't burn the toast this time. I'd hate to have another
unfortunate incident like yesterday. Wouldn't you?"

All the blood rushed out of Rocco's face, and he gulped hard. He was obviously
reliving some unpleasant recent memory. "Yes, Angela." He started to close the
door.

"Wait a minute," said Boom-Boom, "You didn't ask Marty what he wanted for
breakfast." She turned to me and said, "Go ahead, Marty, order anything you
want."

"Aw! Do I have to make his breakfast too?" Rocco protested.

"Listen, Rocco, we might as well get something straight right now. From now
on, if Marty tells you to do something, you are to respond as if I am telling
you to do something. And how do you respond when I tell you to do something?"

"I see to it without question or hesitation," he replied.

"Yes, and from now on, you do the same for Marty. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Angela," Rocco agreed.

After Rocco took my breakfast order and left I asked, "What now?"

"Now? Now we cuddle until Rocco tells us breakfast is ready. Then we eat, and
I want you to be a good boy and eat all your breakfast. You're going to need
your strength for what I have planned for you the rest of the afternoon, my
little wimp."

It was good to be Boom-Boom's little wimp.

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