Kung Boob!
by Jim Priest
Copyright© 2011 by Jim Priest
“Oh look at that poor man in the woods with his family gathering kindling” the aristocratic lady said looking out of the window. “Well spotted dear” her portly moustachioed husband harrumphed. “Humphries! Shoot the lot of them”. “Yes sir, right away sir” the butler answered.
“John!” her ladyship exclaimed. “I’m only joking. Waste of good ammo. Set the hounds on them. They could do with some fresh meat” his lordship said. “Very well Sir” the butler replied “Should I throw another faggot on the fire, sir?”. “Yes please Humphries”.
The butler looked towards the servant’s door and clicked his fingers. Two men in waistcoats came out carrying a man, bound and gagged, towards the large open fireplace.
I needed a way to recover the stolen artefact from Holland’s auction house. The Police might not be able to touch them but their cleaners weren’t subject to Banking Immunity [JIMP#24]. “The Upper Brush” cleaned many businesses and residences in Kensington. They also had received a warning after Guy Crook [JIMP#15] supplied them with illegal labourers. Posing as an inspector from The Immigration Department, it didn’t take long to discover that most of the cleaners were non-EU immigrants unable to prove they were in the country legally. The Company Director was only too happy to be my best friend, able to supply me with anything I wanted - money, women, or boys.
Big Boobed Judo
In a side alley, Scott watched Jim Priest through a grimy ground floor window. The private detective seemed to be making a deal with the owner. Cleaners, that’s how they can get into Holland’s and take the object. He has to report back. They could hit the joint tonight.
Hurrying along the back streets, Scott soon found himself lost in a residential area. There was no one to ask for directions. Then he spotted a figure in the distance at the far end of a long street walking towards him. He knew it was female by the way the big lump in the front of her blouse bounced and swayed. She must be absolutely stacked to spot them at this distance.
That reminded him of an incident that happened when he was in the Sixth form. At school there were a disportionately large number of huge busted girls, some so well endowed to make Kim Shrubb [JIMP#3] look flat chested with her 40DDs. One lunchtime, Scott was lurking around when he noticed a girl called Charlie alone in a classroom. A couple of years younger, she was good looking with a small long narrow face framed by short curly dark blonde hair that swept down high across her forehead and over the tops of her ears to tumble just above her shoulders.
Small clear grey eyes watched him from beneath low eyebrow ridges positioned above a long slender nose and a wide mouth with full lips. “Go away creep” she sighed wearily with a slight American accent.
Tall, lean and extremely slim, Charlie’s never-ending legs always set Scott’s groin twitching with desire. Shown to great effect with tan coloured tights and a very short mini skirt, she was also fond of wearing a shiny yellow PVC coat. Although very slim, Charlie’s legs were eye-catching. Scott ran his eyes slowly down her long slender appealing thighs then drank in the beautiful curves of her lengthy calves, which were enhanced by high heels.
Recently Charlie’s physique had developed a more jaw dropping attraction that made Scott drool and his cock stiff. She had suddenly grown an enormous chest that on most girls would look huge but on her slim frame were titanic. Over a white blouse, a grey jumper was overstretched in a futile attempt to contain her large bust as it thrust forward sloping dramatically until it was a good 6” in front of her stomach. The large hanging orbs were a good half-width wider than her waist. It was like she had stuck two fully inflated balloons under the bottom of her jumper, but Scott knew they were real and the sight sent his lust into overdrive.
Always with friends, Scott had never had the chance to get his hands on her. Until now. Oh god, he wanted her bad and now he had her alone. “Give us feel Charlie and you won’t get hurt” he said approaching her, leering at her chest. “Get lost dweeb” she replied.
Scott lunged at the objects of his desire. Charlie tried to push him away. With his body pressed against her, Scott enjoyed the sensation of her wobbling breasts between their bodies as he grappled with her arms. Suddenly, he felt her hip brushing his own and her leg slide against him. Her foot entangled with his feet and he tripped, falling face first across a row of chairs.
“Luckily my brother taught me some Judo before I sprouted these” Charlie chuckled. Looking up, Scott saw the girl outline the shape of her outthrust bust. Phroar from this angle they looked like huge overhanging torpedoes aimed right at him. Scott’s erection was aching like crazy. “That wasn’t Judo, I just tripped” he said getting to his feet. “That’s Judo. Are you going to run away now and leave me alone?” she replied.
His lust driven into overdrive, Scott rushed the blonde trying to get his hands on her chest. Once more he found himself grappling with her arms. Suddenly Scott found his right arm caught and pulled over her shoulder as she turned. The feel of his erection pressing against her small shapely rear nearly caused him to explode. Before he knew it, she had bent forward and his feet had left the floor as his crotch rode on her backside. Either the throw was bad or she wasn’t very good at Judo because he found himself sliding off her back, pulling her down with him to the floor.
Scott tried to push her off him and sit up. Charlie threw herself at him and grabbed him by nape of neck. At the same time, her lovely long legs slid around his waist then locked tight behind him. Before he could act, he found his face buried deep in her large soft mounds. Hmmm wow this great. No, wait, huh huh can’t breathe. Starting to panic, he tried to prise apart the arms around his head but he found them lean and firm with no yield. Hmmm need air, can’t breathe. Aghh, struggling for air, he couldn’t budge the long silky legs cutting into his sides.
Scott tried to stop the memory. Charlie had held him like that for what seemed to be ages, suffocating him slowly under her beautiful chest. To make things worse he heard footsteps as her classmates filed into the room, coming over to watch and shout encouragement. “Go on Charlie, kill him”. “Cor, Charlie you’ve got a lovely pair of deadly weapons”. Too slowly, unconsciousness took him. The flashback should have acted as a warning but his dick made him ignore it.
A messy encounter
The woman was closer. Scott could see that apart from the heaving bust that she was sultry looking with an exotic face hinting at an ancestry from perhaps Turkey or somewhere around there. Probably in her early twenties, she had long straight jet black hair that fell from a centre parting, down either side of a long face covering her ears then swept behind her shoulders to the middle of her back.
Sitting under slightly angled black eyebrows, her smouldering eyes were a captivating light brown with heavy lids, natural long lashes and a hint of mascara. Her nose was slightly wide-set ending with sleek flared nostrils. Her medium sized mouth had sensual thick lips over a square chin. Phoar I wouldn’t mind snogging that and getting my hands on those tits, Scott thought.
She was about 5’9” with a medium slim build with long shapely legs in skin-tight jeans. However above her slim waist were what looked like two small beach balls underneath a red checked lumberjack’s shirt. Large rounded and heavy looking, they sat high on her chest and descended almost to her navel. As she walked, they bounced and jiggled like mammoth jellies in an earthquake. Phoar, she must have a steel reinforced bra to hold that lot, he thought with growing lust.
Several minutes of watching that huge bundle lurch and sway gave him a boner. He was so distracted that by the time she passed and he was admiring her nice compact backside that he realised that he had forgotten to ask for directions. Scott decides to follow hoping that she will either lead him to the high street or provide a good opportunity to get her alone.
However they head towards less grand houses before she turned down the path of a large old semi-detached. Her side profile was jaw dropping emphasizing her extreme bust to waist ratio. It was enough to reawaken his lust. As she reached the door, he saw her look at him with a knowing smile before entering. Strangely the door isn’t closed properly and Scott decides to enter.
“Close the door please” he hears a woman’s voice coming from the closest room. Closing the front door, he enters to see the buxom young woman standing with her back to him looking out of the window.
“My name is Leyla” she says, starting to turn around. The voice is rich and husky pouring over Scott’s libido like honey. She pauses as Scott lustfully admires her astounding top-heavy profile. “The bathroom is upstairs on the right” she says. “What?” he says looking up into her seductive eyes and finding his gaze locked. “Men always squirt the first time they see these bare” she replied, slowly following the contours of her incredible chest with her hands.
Phoar, she’s going to show me her tits. Scott had never met a woman who willingly wanted his attentions. “My face is up here. Look at me when I’m talking to you” she commands. Scott obeys and finds himself watching her sensual mouth as she speaks while slowly undoing the top button of her shirt.
“Let me make this plain” she says. The way her mouth moves makes Scott want to stick his dick in it. “The women in my family are very dominant”. Her hands move down to the next button. Oh god she’s stripping, she’s really stripping. “We expect men to do as they are told” she tells him, as another button is undone. Scott glimpses the top of a very deep cleavage nestling between two mounds of flesh pushed up unnaturally high upon her chest. My god she is absolutely stacked. I’ve hit jackpot here, she must be a nympho.
“You are Grandmother’s new stud until Father recovers” she says. Scott wasn’t really listening. He was too busy watching as she undid the final button then opened the shirt.
Scott’s jaw dropped and his dick lurched in spasmodic rhythms. Leyla let the shirt drop to the floor then faced him. “Some men mess themselves just seeing me in my bra” she tells him. The sultry gaze and pouty smile almost causes him to do the same. Orrr orrrr orrr. He is practically drooling at the sight of the biggest bra that he has ever seen. The massive white object is like two reinforced cloth hubcaps. A V shape at the top provides a tantalising glimpse of the huge treasure beneath.
Orrrr. It is too much for Scott and lust crazed he rushes forwards to grab her. A slim denim clad leg swings up and impales his gut. “Boorrph” the air rushes out his mouth as he crumples around his middle. “I maybe well endowed but I am perfectly capable of kicking your testicles back up inside your body” she says.
Whumph! Something large and heavy slams into the back of his bowed neck, feeling like a large rolled up duvet, and he collapses to the floor. “My boobs are heavy enough to do serious damage to your neck. So don’t you dare try that again” Leyla’s voice told him. “If you think that was heavy, just imagine what that does to my back. I have to exercise to keep my back strong”.
Gasping for breath and rubbing the back of his neck, Scott looks up. Her huge full bra is like a wide ledge hanging over him obscuring her face. “I want to kick your balls hard” she tells him. “Then I’ll take my bra off so you’ll get hard again” she outlines her chest with her hands. “Then I will bust your erection all over again. I could punish you like that all afternoon. You would get rock hard at the sight of my boobs and I would enjoy smashing it over and over again until I eventually break you”. Shivers run down Scott’s spine. “Would you like that?” she asks. “No, please” he gasps. “Then you don’t touch without permission. Understand?. Anyway, Gran wouldn’t like me to break her new toy. Now get up and unclasp my bra” she instructs.
As he stood, the super-busted young woman turned her back on him. This was no ordinary bra. At the back it is more like a corset with large flaps of material secured with industrial sized clasps. He undoes the clasps with shaking excited hands. Telling him to move back, Leyla turns holding the cups in front of her. “The women in my family suffer from Virginal Breast Hypertrophy” she says. “What?” Scott says. “Super huge tits” she replies wearily then drops the bra.
Freed, her massive mammories sprung out as they fell down to her waist. “Ohhhhh” Scott can barely contain himself and moans aloud. “You’re going to spurt. I can tell” she him. “Orrrrr” Scott moans as Leyla puts her hands behind her head and slowly starts to sway her huge breasts from side to side. “Nah nah nah nah nah” the sight is too much. Scott unloads his balls in strong powerful spurts that he feels deep inside his groin.
The well-endowed sultry woman laughs. “Pathetic. How could you possible hope to get inside me when you cum even before I’ve got my knickers down? Upstairs on the right. Grandmother will be with you in a moment” she tells him.
Mother’s busty boxing gloves
Shamefaced, Scott went to the bathroom. Standing on his toes to clean the sticky mess from his scrotum in the sink, he then used a hand towel to dry off. He also tries using the hand towel to clean up his pants, but they are still damp when he puts them back on.
The vision of Leyla taking her bra off replays in his mind. Phroar what I could do with a woman like that. I could tie her up then take her over and over again whenever I want. I’ll come back tonight in the car then tie and gag her then bundle her into the car. She said something about Grandma? No matter, I can handle some old dear.
The landing is large and decorated with foreign looking ornaments. Scott wonders whether there’s anything worth stealing. Cautiously opening a door, he sees a gaunt looking middle-aged man lying in bed. Reaching out he pleads ‘Please help me’. “Who are you?” Scott asks. “Frank. Hayleh’s husband. Help me please” the man says. “Holly?”. “No. Hayleh” he pronounces the middle part with his tongue at the top of his palette. Scott looks blank. “Leyla’s step father” the man tells him. “You must get out of here and take me with you” he adds. “Why?” Scott asks.
“We don’t discuss our problems with strangers, Frank”. Scott turns to see a middle-aged woman, in her 50’s, in the doorway. The resemblance to Leyla is striking except that age has filled out her cheeks and made her looser under her jaw and around the neck. Streaks of silver pepper her hair, which is cut above shoulders.
Age has also plumped her figure. Over a simple white full-length pleated skirt, she wore a charcoal grey jacket whose distorted contours made Scott’s jaw drop in disbelief. Thrusting from her upper chest towards his groin, the jacket was buttoned at the bottom revealing a long titanic canyon of flesh. Scott was sure that she was more buxom than her daughter and surprised to feel himself getting very hard so soon after his earlier mishap.
“So Leyla has found my mother another playmate. Isn’t she good to you Frank?” the woman says brushing past. Standing in front of the bed, she dismisses Scott. “You can go and wait in the next room”.
Facing the man in the bed, she unbuttons her jacket and opens it until her nipples are barely covered. “Ohhh please no more” the man moans. Scott moans as well as the jacket falls to the floor. Like two elongated torpedoes sprouting from her upper chest they hang down to her waist ending in large aureoles with thick erect nipples.
“Ohhhhh” Scott moans aloud, his erection hard and throbbing. “Oh god you turn me on Hayleh” the man in the bed sighs. Scott is horrified to see a tent growing in the sheets supported by a thick pole. Bastard!. Not only does the lucky bastard have a sexy looking wife with super-enormous tits but he is also hung like a stallion. Some bastards have all the luck.
“Please no more” the man pleads. What is wrong with this man?, is he gay?. Well if he doesn’t want her, I flipping well do. Cock throbbing with desire, Scott moves towards the topless giant busted mature woman. Turning to face him, she cups her giant breasts in her hands and drives one after the other straight into his face. BAM BAM. It’s like being pounded by oversized boxing gloves but instead of smacked in the face with leather he feels firm flesh. BAM BAM heavy breasts smash into his jaw.
Grandma’s walking stick
Lying dazed on the floor wondering what happened, the sound of Middle Eastern music draws his attention and he looks up to see Hayleh dancing like a slow down belly dancer. Her hips moving to the rhythm, the zeppelin sized breasts sway erotically from side to side, lurching in one direction long after her body has changed direction.
Orrrr Scott moans, his dick aching so hard it hurts. “Orrr Please no more” there is now a tall throbbing tepee in the sheets. The guy is flipping huge, lucky bastard. Orrr god, she’s too much. I really want some of that. Scott gets up and approaches the dancing giant busted cock throbber from behind.
Reaching out with his hands, Scott suddenly finds a wooden walking stick smacking down on his right arm forcing it out to his side. “Ow. Aghh”. He catches a glimpse of another woman at his side as she deftly grabs the stick with both hands and sharply twists it tangling up his arm. Moving behind him, the hard wood twists his arm painfully behind his back.
Pressure is applied with the stick forcing him onto the landing. “Argh” it feels like the bones in his arm are going to break. “You’re coming with me. Resistance is futile” an elderly woman’s voice behind him says. “I will break your arm in three places if you resist”. “Arghh no” Scott feels one end of the stick raised up at an angle like a lever forcing his arm higher behind his back at breaking point. His arm held in agony, he is forced along the landing to a room at the end. “Hurry along. I’m aching to break you in” the voice tells him.
His arm is freed and he feels the stick across his back shoving him towards the middle of a large bedroom. Spinning around to confront his attacker, he stops and gawps.
This must be the Grandmother. The family resemblance is strong, although more aged. What is surprising is the severely shaven head. Her hair is little more than black stubble peppered with grey making her very look tough and strangely alluring. Together with her sultry eyes and sensual mouth, Granny’s face was keeping Scott’s erection alive.
She looks down at his crotch. “The women in this family have a motto. If you aren’t more than 8 inches, you’re not getting in” she says clearly disappointed at what she sees. “Leyla should have done better”.
Plumper than her daughter, Scott is shocked that Grandma looks 9 months pregnant and wearing a long white silk nightgown tied awkwardly with a black belt over the bump. He realises with a strong lurch of his cock that she isn’t with child but the massive bump hanging to her crotch is all bust. “Oh my god, you’re gigantic. Phoar show us your tits old dear” Scott says leering at the oversized lump on this sexy old granny. No wonder she needs a walking stick with those monsters.
“You really are obnoxious as you look” she tells him. “Help yourself” she says and opens her gown to reveal two enormous breasts, almost like space hoppers attached to her chest. Hanging down to her crotch and at their widest point almost twice the width of her waist, the huge breasts were totally out of proportion to the rest of her body. The skin is stretched so taut over the massive orbs that they shine. Her aureoles are like jar tops, the erect nipples as thick as his thumb and nearly an inch long. The sight is too much for Scott to handle.
“Nnnn nnn nnnn nnnn nnn” strong hard deep pulses unleash another load into his pants although weaker than before.
“How dare you spurt before I’ve even got on you, you grotesque little toad” Granny says, her face smouldering with anger. “Go and clean yourself up this instant then get back here immediately” she demands. “You better satisfy me or I will break you”.
Feeling spent, Scott returns to the bathroom to clean himself up to the accompaniment of vigorous humping in the next room. Lucky bastard, I wish I had a woman like that giving me loads and loads of sex. The sounds of Leyla’s moaning in pleasure join in from an adjacent room. My god. They’re all at it. Oh god, I want it as well.
As Scott opens the door, he is confronted by Grandma’s smouldering stare, her robe back in place. “You took your time. In my room and put this on” she says holding out a big black dildo with a strap. “No effing way. I ain’t doing anything kinky” Scott protests.
The walking stick swings up and she grabs it two handed like a pool cue then drives the end into his sternum. “Mnrghhh” Scott starts to slump. “Next time, I’ll fracture your chest” the shaven haired granny says. WHACK the stick swings in an upward arc, the end connecting with his jaw. “I’ll break your jaw” she says as dark spots and bright lines flash across his dazed vision. “Boorrppph” the stick hammers so deep in his gut, he feels the bile rise in his throat. “And I’ll crush every internal organ in your pathetic body”. Badly winded and feeling sick, his body involuntary creases around his middle.
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