Boom-Boom
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Meet Angela 'Boom-Boom' Mancini.  The bigger her tits get the stronger she gets, and her tits are VERY big!


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

This is my first story about a young woman named "Boom-Boom" Mancini. I have
other stories about her in mind. After reading it, if you think you'd like to
read more stories about Boom-Boom, email me at sonofjackwell@gmail.com and let
me know.

I also write stories on commission, so if you have an idea you'd like to see
me turn into a story for you, let me know. Again, email me at
sonofjackwell@gmail.com with your custom story requests.

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I was sitting in my first period advance calculus class bored out of my skull.
It isn't that my teacher Mr. Day doesn't try his best. It's just that he has a
monotone voice that drones on and on. Besides, I knew advance calculus better
than he did. I was already at least five chapters ahead of what he was
blathering on about.

That's when I saw my salvation at the door in the form of my gorgeous
girlfriend, Angela "Boom-Boom" Mancini. She got the nickname "Boom-Boom" when
she began to develop breasts in fourth grade. When the other girls were trying
out training bras a few years later, she was wearing double-D cups.

Her breasts just kept on getting bigger and bigger. By the time we started
dating in tenth grade, they were huge. Now that we're both high school
seniors, her breasts are incredible 38J's.

As astounding as it may seem, Boom-Boom's huge tits were not the most
unbelievable thing about her. When she was in eighth grade, she also revealed
that she was incredibly strong. She told me later that she began to get strong
at the same time that her breast began to develop, and that the bigger her
breasts got the stronger she became!

Did I mention that today her tits are 38J's. That makes them VERY big, and it
also makes Boom-Boom VERY strong.

At first she didn't do anything to try to enhance her strength. She just
naturally got stronger as her breasts grew. By the time she was in ninth
grade, she was already stronger than any boy in high school. That's when she
decided to see just how strong she could become by working out.

Almost as soon as she began to work out, her muscles began to develop. As a
result, today she is a dark haired, dark eyed, olive-skinned beauty with huge
tits and a muscular physique. Her ripped body is covered with lovely feminine
muscles from head to foot.

I don't mean to say that Boom-Boom is built like a female body-builder, but
she has muscles that any fitness model would envy.

Even before she developed her muscles, Boom-Boom liked to dress in a way that
showed off her huge boobs. After she began working out, she also liked to show
off her toned arms, ripped abs and shapely legs as well. The school officials
didn't always condone her style of dress even though most of the male students
and male faculty greatly appreciated it.

Her solution to that was to simply take over the school. First she paid a
visit to the principal and had a little chat with him about the dress code.
She jumped up on his desk and lifted him by his lapels and "discussed" it with
him. Next, she paid a visit to the superintendent and had a similar discussion
with him.

It wasn't that she wanted to change the dress code for the other students. She
just let everyone in authority know that she was not going to follow the same
rules as everybody else. Anyone who didn't like it was quickly shown the error
of their ways by Boom-Boom. They all very quickly learned that Boom-Boom
always got her way. Always.

Thanks God a few years ago, she decided that getting her own way included
getting me as a boyfriend. Every morning when I wake up, I thank God or the
fates or whoever is in charge that I get to live another day as Boom-Boom
Mancini's plaything.

That almost brings us back to where our story began. There is one other
pertinent fact you ought to know. I just turned eighteen a few weeks ago.
Boom-Boom turned eighteen about a month before that. Boom-Boom refused to go
"all the way" with me until we were both of legal age. She promised her dead
mother or something. Since we both turned eighteen though, she can't seem to
get enough of my dick.

I've never been able to get enough of her tits or her muscles. Now that her
pussy is in the mix, life just could not get any better.

So I look up and I saw Boom-Boom standing in the classroom doorway. I've
already told you that she had dark hair, dark eyes and olive skin. I should
elaborate and say that her hair was silky smooth and reached to the middle of
her back. I should also clarify that her eyes were large and doe-like. She had
a smallish nose and pouty lips that were usually curled into a confident,
almost bratty smile.

Despite her super-toned body, her face was all softness and lush curves. Her
olive complexion was smooth and flawless. Her shoulders and torso were broad
which they had to be to support her enormous breasts. Yet her waist tapered
down to a toned and relatively trim twenty-six inches. Her hips were wide and
womanly and her ass was pert and round and rock solid tight. Her legs were
muscular and sexy with toned thighs and calves.

Today, as most days, Boom-Boom was dressed to attract attention. She was
wearing a button down sleeveless belly shirt with the top four buttons undone.
This had three effects. It showed off several inches of cleavage while at the
same time displaying her toned muscular arms and providing a tantalizing peak
of her incredibly ripped abs. The fashioned buttons on her shirt looked like
they were being stretched to the breaking point and that they would pop at any
second.

I'm sure that most of male students and faculty (and many of the females) were
hoping those buttons would pop because Boom-Boom obviously was not wearing a
bra. Her large nipples were practically poking right through the thin fabric
of her shirt.

I'm sure that just the thought of seeing Boom-Boom's spectacular tits pop out
was enough to make a lot of people at that school light-headed with lust. They
had that effect on me, and I, unlike them, got to see Boom-Boom's bombastic
boobs on a daily basis. I knew what it felt like to fondle them. I knew what
they tasted like. I knew what it felt like to use them as pillows while I
napped.

Below she was wearing cut-off jean shorts that hugged her bulbous ass. Her
shorts and the high heeled sandals she was wearing displayed her amazing,
shapely legs to perfection.

"Ahem," Boom-Boom said to get Mr. Day's attention.

"Oh, it's you Miss Boom-Boom," Mr. Day said. Boom-Boom insisted that the
teachers should address her as "Miss Boom-Boom" as a sign of respect.

"Sorry to interrupt, Bob," Boom-boom said. She addressed all the teachers by
their first names just to remind them who was boss. "I'm here to pick up
Marty. He's wanted in the principal's office."

"Oh...does the principal want him for something?" Mr. Day asked.

"No, Bob, if you must know, I want to meet with Marty in private. I intend to
do so in the principal's office. Do you know why I want to use the principal's
office, Bob?"

"No, Miss Boom-Boom. Why?" Mr. Day knew better than to not ask why when
Boom-Boom so clearly wanted him to.

"Because the principal has a nice big, comfy couch in his office and an
adjoining private bathroom with a shower. You see, Bob, what I want to do with
Marty in private in the principal's office is going to require that we take a
shower together afterwards. Doesn't that paint a pretty picture in your head,
Bob?"

"Yes, Miss Boom-Boom," Mr. Day responded. "But what if Mr. Vandalay is already
using his office?"

"What a silly question, Bob," Boom-Boom replied. "If Verne is already using
his office, he'll just have to clear out and let me have it anyway, don't you
agree, Bob?" As she asked this question Boom-Boom raised her right arm and
flexed her bicep. Mr. Day's eyes grew wide as Boom-Boom's bulging bicep grew
until it peaked at fifteen inches.

"I... I suppose he will," Mr. Day conceded. He was transfixed by Boom-Boom's
lovely, feminine muscle. It wasn't just the size of Boom-Boom's beautiful
bicep that fascinated Mr. Day so much. It was the way it came to a round,
perfect peak. It was the way it looked so solid and densely packed. Certainly
there were male athletes at this school who had bigger muscles than Boom-Boom,
but somehow, Boom-Boom's muscles looked more powerful.

This was one case where looks were not deceiving. Boom-Boom could lift at
least three times more weight over her head than the strongest male athletes
at this school could dead lift.

"Mr. Day, you're staring at me," Boom-Boom said with a girlish giggle.

"Oh! I'm sorry about that, Miss Boom-Boom," the middle aged father of four
said. His face turned red with embarrassment. There was really no reason for
him to be embarrassed. Anyone could understand why he was staring at the
impossibly sexy eighteen year old power goddess.

Boom-Boom glanced down at Mr. Day's trousers and saw the pup tent in his
crotch. When her eyes lifted and met Mr. Day's eyes, he knew that she had
noticed his erection. He knew that Boom-Boom knew that he had a hard-on
because he had been staring at her. This made him feel even more embarrassed
and yet also just that much more aroused..

Boom-Boom gave his a saucy little smile as if to say, "It's okay, Mr. Day, you
can't help it. You're just a man, and my sexy body affects all men that way."
Mr. Day was relieved that Boom-Boom didn't say anything about his aroused
penis in front of the class.

"Are you coming, Marty?" she asked. I jumped up and was heading towards the
door as quickly as I could move. When I got to her, Boom-Boom effortlessly
tossed me over her broad shoulder and said, "Come on, Baby, Mommy needs you
now, and you know that she hates to be kept waiting."

Boom-Boom looked over at Greg Blunt, one of my fellow students and said,
"Greg, I want you to be sure to make a copy of today's classroom notes for
Marty. Okay?"

"Sure, Boom-Boom, whatever you say." She knew that I didn't need Greg to take
notes for me. She just looked around and saw the biggest guy in class and gave
him an order. She knew that he would do whatever she told him to do. He knew
that Greg would not dare take the chance of displeasing her. She wanted the
rest of the class to know it too.

Before walking out of the classroom with me over her shoulder, she gave Mr.
Day another quick glance and even blew him a little kiss. "Marty won't be back
in class until tomorrow," Boom-Boom informed Mr. Day.

"That'll be fine, Miss Boom-Boom," Mr. Day said as if he had any choice in the
matter.

She carried me through the school halls towards the principal's office. We
must have looked pretty strange. One thing I forgot to mention was that
despite her immense power and athletic build, Boom-Boom is only about average
in height at 5'4". She weighed around one hundred and fifty-five pounds of
mostly tits and densely packed muscles.

I, on the other hand, am just over six feet tall and weight an undernourished
one hundred and forty-five pounds. Boom-Boom's powerfully built arms and legs
are thicker than my own noodle-like appendages.

As we entered the outer office that led to the principal's private office,
Boom-Boom said, "Hello, Madge, is Verne in his office?"

Madge was the school secretary. She hardly looked up and she said, "Yes,
Boom-Boom." Madge was the only adult in the school who was not required to
address Boom-Boom as "Miss". Boom-Boom respected Madge. She didn't bother to
tell Boom-Boom to "go right in" because the secretary already knew she would.
Madge knew the score.

Mr. Vandalay's office door was closed. Boom-Boom grabbed the doorknob and
twisted, only to find that the knob wouldn't turn. Mr. Vandalay had locked his
door. It didn't matter, to Boom-Boom. She simply squeezed the knob slightly
harder. I could hear the sound of metal being crushed and she twisted the knob
right off the door. She then pushed the door open and walked right into the
office with me still over her shoulder.

"What's the idea of locking the door, Verne?" Boom-boom asked. She was clearly
annoyed.

"Oh! Miss Boom-Boom! So nice to see you again," he lied.

"Yes, I know. Answer the question," Boom-Boom demanded.

"Well, after all, Miss Boom-Boom, it is my office..." Mr. Vandalay said
timidly.

Verne Vandalay was a former green beret and a 6'6", three hundred pound
mountain of a man. He was known for showing up in the school's weight room and
showing up all the young male athletes by bench pressing more weight than any
of them despite the fact that he is in his mid-fifties.

Boom-Boom was known for showing up in the weight room and doing curls with
three times the amount of weight Verne Vandalay could bench press. By now,
Verne Vandalay was terrified of Boom-Boom, and Boom-Boom loved messing with
him. I've personally seen Boom-Boom reduce Verne to a shivering, blubbering
bowl of jello with just a harsh look. It looked like she might be about to do
it again.

"Now, Verne, we've talked about this. Whose office is this?" she asked.

Mr. Vandalay bowed his head and said, "It's your office whenever you feel like
using it, Miss Boom-Boom," he said quietly. Then he looked up with tears
beginning to form in his eyes, "But I'm supposed to have a meeting with the
superintendent in my office in ten minutes," he explained.

"Just tell him that Miss Boom-Boom needs your office to have some alone time
with her boyfriend. Don't worry; Marvin will understand." Marvin, of course,
was the first name of the school superintendent.

"By 'alone time' you mean..."

"I'm going to fuck my boyfriend on your couch, Verne. Now get out! Skedaddle!"
Mr. Vandalay did just that.

Boom-Boom stuck her head out into the outer office and said, "Madge, put is a
work order to repair this crushed doorknob, and please, see that Marty and I
are not disturbed for the next few hours."

"You got it, boss" Madge replied. Madge knew the score.

Boom-Boom then closed the door behind her, turned around to me and said,
"Alone at last!"

"Yeah," was my clever retort.

Boom-Boom walked over to me seductively slowly and grabbed my button down
shirt at just below my chest and lifted me off the ground with one hand. She
smiled up at me. "Don't you wish you were this strong?" she asked. I didn't
answer. I was too entranced by the view. From this angle her savage cleavage
looked even deeper and more delectable. I could so easily get lost in that
cleavage. "Is something distracting you?" she giggled.

I just smiled and licked my eager lips. Boom-Boom casually tossed me a couple
of feet through the air. I landed on Mr. Vandalay's - I mean Boom-Boom's - big
comfy couch. "Sit down," Boom-Boom instructed as if I had a choice.

As I sat and watched, Boom-Boom began to sway her hips seductively to the
music that was playing in her head. My heart began thumping so hard and so
loud that it provided the rhythm section. "I noticed you practically drooling
over my cleavage just then," Boom-Boom said in a throaty whisper. "Do my huge
tits turn you on?"

She knew the answer, but she liked to hear me say it. In fact, if I didn't say
it voluntarily, she'd force me to say it. "Yes, Boom-Boom, your huge tits turn
me on very, very, very much."

She continued to sway her hips and threw in a few shoulder shimmies as well.
"Do they make your dick hard?" she asked as she gave her giant, soft tits and
light jiggle.

"Yes, Boom-Boom. Your giant, sexy, luscious tits make my dick very, very, very
hard."

"That's what I thought," she said with a confident smile as she began to
slowly unbutton the last few buttons keeping her shirt closed. When she
unbuttoned the last one, her shirt opened up exposing most of her breasts, but
not quite all. Her nipples were still concealed by the shirt that was loosely
draped over them.

Boom-Boom's amazingly ripped abs which had just been hinted at before were
also more fully visible. Boom-Boom began to sway seductively back and forth
again but held on to the ends of her shirt tails to make sure that the shirt
didn't open fully and reveal her gigantic tits in their full, unencumbered
splendor. She smiled at me as she did this.

"You'd like to see these huge melons, wouldn't you, Baby?"

"Y-yes... p-p-please," I whined. My voice trembled with desire.

"Oh, yes, Little Man, Mommy likes a boy with polite manners. Tell me that
you'd please like to see my huge, sexy, juicy melons again." Boom-Boom
demanded.

"Please, Mommy, let your baby see your huge, sexy, juicy melons," I begged.

"But I don't understand; if you want to see my enormous jugs so bad, Little
Man, why don't you stand up and take this flimsy little shirt right off me.
Then you could see my enormous, swaying tits with nothing to block your view.
Wouldn't that be nice? All you have to do is get up and take charge, Little
Man?"

"Because you told me to 'sit down' when you threw me onto the couch, and you
haven't given me permission to get back up yet," I replied. While I spoke, I
didn't take my eyes off of Boom-Boom's huge undulating breasts. They were
surging back and forth with nothing but air and a thin piece of cloth between
them and me.

"But that's just silly, Sweet Baby; it almost sound like you're afraid to
disobey me."

"I... I am afraid to disobey you, Boom-Boom," I admitted.

"You're afraid of little ol' me? But why? What is it about me that could scare
you? I'm just a girl and you're a much taller man."

"But you outweigh me, Mommy," I pointed out.

Her eyes flash with anger, "Are you calling me fat?"

"No! No! Of course not! There's no fat on your luscious body anywhere...
except in all the right places. No, I mean that you outweigh me because of
your sexy super-dense muscles."

"Keep talking," Boom-Boom demanded.

"You've got s-such p-p-pretty and b-big muh-muh-muscles," I stammered.

Boom-Boom released her shirt tails and flexed both of her biceps. As she did,
her giant tits also expanded and the shirt opened up so that her nipples were
mere centimeters from exposure. Her twin fifteen inch peaks of power exploded
onto her arms. "You mean these big, hard, sexy girl muscles?" she asked.

"Y-yes," I replied, "you're muscles are big and pretty and you're...
you're..."

"I'm what?" Boom-Boom asked.

"You're strong, Boom-Boom. Very, very strong," I said.

"That's true," said Boom-Boom, "I'm much, much strong than you could ever hope
to be."

"No doubt about that," I agreed.

"So you're saying that because I'm sooo much stronger than you, you're afraid
to get up without my permission?"

"Yes, Boom-Boom," I replied.

"You know what I like most about you, Marty?" Boom-Boom asked.

"What?"

"The thing I like most about you is that you're sooo smart." Then she thought
about it for a few seconds and said, "No, scratch that! The thing I love most
about you is your lovely dick! But the smart thing is very nice too."

"Thank you, Boom-Boom," I said.

She began to sway and shimmy again. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're
adorable when you're afraid and horny?" she asked.

"You did, last night... and yesterday afternoon... and the night before
that... and...."

"Well, it's true," she said, "And since you've been such a good boy, I'm going
to show you my amazing tits." She started to slowly pull back her shirt when
she suddenly turned her back to me. With her back to me, she completely
removed her shirt. She revealed the lovely curve of the small of her back. She
also flexed her back and shoulder muscles for me while she wiggled her
delicious ass.

Boom-boom's tits were so huge that she showed more boob flesh with her back to
me than most girls would facing front. When Boom-Boom turned around, she was
holding her hand over her nipples. Despite her incredible strength,
Boom-Boom's hands were dainty and girlish. Of course, they didn't come close
to covering her monster tits.

She walked over to me and asked, "Would you like for me to show them to you
now?"

"Yes, please," I replied.

"No problem," she said, "All you have to do is pull my hands away. Then I'll
let you see my big tits. Not only that, but you can fondle them, play with
them, kiss them, lick them and suck on them. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Boom-Boom, I would love that, but you know I can't pull your hands
away." I said.

"How do you know unless you try?" she asked. I didn't know that I had the
strength to turn over a car until I tried for the first time. It turned out
that it was easy."

So I tried to pull her hands away. I grabbed hold of her wrists with my bigger
but weaker hands and began to pull her arms as hard as I could. I pulled and
pulled with all of my might, but I knew it was futile. It was obvious that she
didn't even have to strain to resist me. I was pulling with all my strength
and she just giggled at me.

"Maybe if you tried using both hands on just one of my arms," she suggested.
So I tried that, but it was hopeless. Even if there were ten of me using both
hands I couldn't have moved one of her strong arms a single centimeter. I knew
it and so did Boom-Boom.

"My goodness," she said, "Even with both hands you can't pull away even one of
my arms. I guess that you really don't want to see my big, soft, sexy tits
that much."

"But I do want to see them, Boom-Boom. Please, let me see you enormous, sexy,
milkshakes. They're sooo big and sooo pretty. Please, Boom-Boom," I pleaded.

I knew that my only hope was to beg and plead. I knew that no man on Earth was
strong enough to move Boom-Boom's arm if she didn't want him to.

"Are you begging to see my tits?" she asked, "Because you know I love it when
you get all subservient and start begging."

"Yes, Boom-Boom, I'm begging you, Please, Boom-Boom, please let me kiss and
lick and suck your awesome, titanic ta-tas."

She giggled. Boom-Boom loved it when I called her breasts "titanic ta-tas.

"I'm sorry, but I can't.... Not unless you can pull my arm away. Oh my God!
What's this?" she asked. Her arm that I was pulling with both hands began to
vibrate as in it was beginning to weaken. Slowly that arm began to move away
from her nipple. She was pretending that I was pulling her hand away. "I... I
can't believe it! I didn't think any man was strong enough to move my arm if I
didn't want it moved," Boom-Boom said.

I knew she was faking it, of course. She could have resisted both of my arms
pulling against just her pinky finger if she wanted to. Still, even though I
knew she was only pretending to be overpowered by my weak, skinny arms, it
made me feel powerful.

"You must be stronger than I thought," she said in mock surprise as her hand
moved slowly away and her pretty, pink nipple was revealed. Then she dropped
her other hand as well, and she was standing with her huge swaying tits
completely exposed. She took a step forward so that they were mere inches from
my face.

I looked up at her. My eyes were asking, "May I please?"

"They're all yours to do with as you will," she said. "What choice do I have
after you overpowered me the way you did?" She placed one of her strong hands
behind my head and pulled it between her two mounds of mountainous womanly
flesh.

I lifted my hands and began fondling her two massive tits as I stuck my face
into her cavernous cleavage and kissed and licked and kissed and licked some
more. I began kneading her soft, pliant boobs with my fingers while my thumbs
deftly rubbed her nipples causing them to stand up at attention.

Boom-Boom started moaning sensually. I started tweaking her aroused nipples
with my thumbs and forefingers. I thought that her nipples were extended as
far as they would go, but when I moved my mouth over to her left breast and
began to lick her nipple, I could feel it growing even bigger inside my mouth.

I then switched and locked my lips on her right nipple and the same thing
happened. I could tell by the sounds of pleasure coming from Boom-Boom that
she was enjoying everything I was doing. She reached down and began rubbing my
rock-hard cock through my pants. She knew that I was enjoying myself too.

She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Marty, Baby, I need your dick now. I
need to see it. I need to taste it. Can I please have your dick now? Please,
baby?"

"Did I just hear what I thought I heard? Is Boom-Boom Mancini begging for
something? I didn't think that Boom-Boom Mancini ever begged for anything," I
said.

"I only beg for one, thing," she said.

"And what is that?" I asked. Now it was my turn to tease her a little.

"The only thing I beg for is your lovely cock," Boom-Boom said.

I can hardly find the words to explain how it made me feel to have the sexiest
girl on the planet begging me for my cock. She could easily make me her
love-slave with just her impossibly sexy face and body alone. With her
phenomenal strength, she could easily take whatever she wanted from me.
Instead, she chooses to beg me for my cock!

I knew I'd better say yes quickly before she changed her mind, but somehow I
just couldn't resist one more round. "Say 'Pretty please show me your pretty
man-meat'," I demanded.

"Pretty please with sugar on it, please, show me your sexy, perfect, pretty
man-meat, Baby. Please, I need to taste it now!"

That was it for me. I had to stand up to get out of my pants and underwear as
quickly as possible. I couldn't get them off fast enough! When I was naked
from the waist down, Boom-Boom pushed me back down onto the couch and got on
her knees between my legs. "Can I please taste it now?" she asked.

"Uh huh," was all I could manage to utter before Boom-Boom began licking my
hard shaft from one end to the other. She paid special attention to the tip of
my cock which she covered with sweet, tender, soft kisses with her pouty, soft
lips. She also licked the tip of my dick with her supple tongue.

She also played special attention to my balls which she massaged, licked and
kissed all over. When my cock was literally dripping with Boom-Boom's saliva,
she wrapped her massive tits around it causing it to disappear entirely
between her mammoth flesh mountains. She squeezed her tits together with her
hands and began to rise up and down on my cock.

I was in heaven as I felt my cock being massaged by Boom-Boom's billowy tits.
"Oh, Boom-Boom," I moaned, "You're tits are sooo big and they feel sooo good
wrapped around my dick like this."

"So you like it when I massage you hard cock with my huge tits?" she asked.
"You like to titty-fuck my titanic ta-tas?" she giggled

"Yes, Boom-Boom; they're sooo big and sexy."

Boom-Boom then worked her hands underneath my ass cheeks and stood up, lifting
me off the couch with her. My dick never left her cleavage as she stood
straight up and began giving me an aerial titty-fuck.

"Whose is the sexiest, most desirable woman in the entire world?" Boom-boom
asked.

"You are," I replied.

"What other woman has tits as big as mine as well as the awesome strength to
lift you like this and titty-fuck you in midair like this?" she asked.

"No one! No one but you, Boom-Boom," I said. I was on the verge of cumming,
and I was almost shouting. I'm sure that Madge in the outer office could hear
me.

"And who is the lucky, skinny weak boy who gets to lick and suck and fuck my
ginormous tits every day? Who get to feel my muscular body pressed hard
against him and gets to fuck my dripping wet pussy whenever he wants? Who is
my cute little wimp?"

"I am!" I shouted, "I'm your weak skinny wimp, and you're my strong goddess of
power and beauty!"

Just when I could not possibly hold back my climax a single second longer,
Boom-Boom lifted my dick up to her mouth and wrapped her lips around it. As my
body began to convulse with orgasm, I began shooting my milky cum into
Boom-Boom's mouth. She drank it down like it was mother's milk.

"GULP, GULP, GULP," she slurped as she drank down all of my cum. When I was
finished, she unlocked her lip from my cock. Still holding me with one hand,
she took her free hand and wiped it across her mouth. Licking her lips for
good measure she looked at me, smiled and said, "Yummy! Good to the last
drop."

Then she threw me back onto her couch and snuggled up beside me. She pressed
her magnificent tits against me, massaged my dick, licked my ear and whispered
how turned on she was by me until my dick was hard again. It didn't take long.

This time she effortlessly repositioned my body so that I was under her. Then
she straddled me with her powerful body until my dick slid right into her
dripping wet pussy. She sat back and began grinding her hips with my cock deep
inside of her. I reached back and gripped her ass cheek with my hands and
massaged them. Her beautiful tits bounced up and down over me.

"Do you like my body?" she asked.

Boom-Boom, I looove your body," I replied.

Still grinding on my cock she asked, "Do you like the feel of my warm, wet
pussy enveloping you long, hard cock?"

"Yes, Baby, yes!"

Without missing a beat of her grinding on my cock she began to flex both arms
as she rode me. Her big, solid biceps heaved up and down as she flexed and
relaxed her arms. "Do you like my pretty muscles?" she asked.

"Yes, Boom-Boom," I groaned

"Do you like knowing that your sexy girlfriend with the massive, full round
tits also has the strength to destroy any man? Do you like knowing that your
sexy Boom-Boom can protect you against a whole gang of bullies?"

"Yes, Boom-Boom, yes, yes-s, Ye-s-s-s, YEESSS, YEEESSS, YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
I screamed as I had my second orgasm.

Boom-Boom just kept right on grinding until a few seconds later she had her
own earth shattering orgasm. Somehow we both ended up on the floor with me on
top of Boom-Boom. We laid on the carpeted floor and cuddled and whisper sweet
little nothings to one another. We kissed and fondled and talked about our
future together.

Eventually, she picked me up and carried me into her private shower that she
generously allowed Mr. Vandalay to keep in the bathroom that adjoined his
office (He was not allowed to use it.), and we showered together. While in the
shower, she gave me another blow job and a third orgasm. Once we were dried
off we each went to different classes on opposite ends of the school.

As I walked down the hall, I noticed that the biggest bullies in the school
would step aside when they saw me coming. Some of these guys used to pick on
me before Boom-boom made me her boyfriend. They knew better now, because the
biggest, baddest bully in school was my boo!

I knew that I wasn't going to make it to class on time, but I didn't bother to
hurry my pace. No teacher at this school would dare give a tardy slip to the
boyfriend of Boom-Boom Mancini. If I wanted to, I could demand straight A's
from all of them, but I preferred to earn my own straight A's.

My baby was the absolute and undisputed boss of this school, and I was her
weak, skinny wimp! I said to myself, "It's good to be Boom-Boom's wimp," and
it was. Believe me, it was....

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Would you like to read more stories about Boom-Boom?

I have ideas for prequels and sequels. I have a story about how Marty first
learned of Boom-Boom's remarkable strength. I also have an idea for a story
about how Marty and Boom-Boom first got together. I have yet another idea that
tells the story of how Boom-Boom joined the high school football team in order
to protect Marty from some cross-town bullies.

If you'd like to read any of these stories or others about Boom-Boom, email me
at sonofjackwell@gmail.com and let me know.

OR, if you'd like to commission your own story about Boom-Boom or any other
story ideas you have, email your idea(s) to sonofjackwell@gmail.com