From the moment Tommi's awe-inspiring boobage developed she had been an object of desire. In of itself, that was not unusual; lust was a constant in the post-Pulse world. But Tommi was different. Tommi was special. To look upon her, and more precisely, upon her heavenly hooters, was to want her with an intense, burning need compared to which mere lust was nothing.
Tommi, being as much of an exhibitionist as every other post-Pulse woman, naturally enjoyed the attention. Until the day she had deigned to allow one of her admirers to act on that need and fuck her. Tommi had enjoyed the sex, had received great pleasure. But her partner...her partner had experienced far more. Her fiery hunger for Tommi's titantic, terrific ta-tas had driven a wanton passion that produced a rapturous ecstasy.
Since then, Tommi had had sex with many other girls, and the same thing had happened. No matter how much she lusted after her lover, her lover wanted it more. No matter how much pleasure she got out of it, her lover got more. The imbalance was maddening, and it drove Tommi to distraction, especially when she realized she was actually starting to feel jealous of her partners. This neurotic reaction cripple her sex life, and she had despaired of ever properly enjoying a relationship.
And then, she'd heard that there was a guy in the dorm, the only guy on Earth. Someone, who like her, was unique. Someone, who like her, would be desired by everyone. A spark of hope arose in Tommi's heart, a hope that, maybe, just maybe she too would feel that all-consuming, insatiable desire that all who ogled her did.
She was not disappointed. |