Natalie Part 1 - 2

As she rested herself on her elbow and marveled at how amazing her
chest looked from this angle, her phone rang.  She looked over at it,
it was her roommate.

"Hi Natalie, its not been 10 minutes, but I just glanced over to his
apt and he looks close to exploding.  I didn't want to ruin your
prank.  God he looks like a fucking zombie, I can see his shoulder
pumping up and down, ugh, so pathetic!"

"Well then he is going to love this!  I wish I could see the
expression on his face!  I cant wait to see the video!  Am I a genius
or what?" Natalie mused.

"A genius or  insane, I don't know which."

"Trust me, once we have him trapped, you are going to be calling me
Einstein." Natalie joked.

Before her roommate could react, Natalie slowly, and with not a hint of
malice, rolled over onto her back, still holding the phone to her ear,
pulling her hair back with her other hand.  Arching her back while
laying back down on the lawn chair, Natalie purposefully exposed her
perfect, enormous breasts to the loser in the apartment, hoping for a
reaction.  If he was a breast man, her plan would move along so much
more smoothly and quickly.  She marveled to herself how easy it was to
make even the toughest boys do what she wanted when they got up close
to her chest.  But guys who were into boobs, well, they were like her
pet monkeys or better yet, like her puppets, and oh how she loved to
make them dance!

"OMG Natalie, you aren't going to believe what just happened,"
her roommate sounded stunned.  "Holy shit!  Oh my God!
Haaahahahahaha"  and she started laughing uncontrollably.

Natalie smiled, she didn't need to say a thing.  She knew at that
moment, he was going to be all hers, and might be the easiest catch
yet.  Soon those sperm filled balls of his would be in her hand and she
would yank on them as hard as she wanted.  She really wanted this one
too; he had a lot of potential.  She had gone through his mailbox when
the postman came to deliver the mail a few weeks ago and she got a look
at some of his letters.  The postman, after getting a look at her
chest, wouldn't have cared if she had gone through every mailbox in
the mailroom.  Natalie smiled and showed him her ample cleavage as she
went through the geek-boy's mailbox.  From what she saw, she gathered
a lot of information about him, information that made her decide to
trap him.  He would be worth it in the long run, she noted, and set her
plans in motion.  And now she was taking the first big step to ensnare
him.

Her roommate's laughter subsided enough for Natalie to understand
what she was trying to say.  "Oh God Natalie, you missed it, he shot
his load so hard, some of it splashed up onto the window and he kind of
blacked out or lost his balance or something and fell forward into the
window, smashing his face into his sticky, disgusting load, then fell
down the side of the wall!  He's suck a fucking LOSER!" and she
started laughing again.

Natalie was smiling and laughing as well, and if the peeping tom had
been conscious and staring down at her, not only would he have enjoyed
Natalie's bouncing chest, he would have also noticed the damp spot
clearly visible now in her bikini.  Oh yes, she was turned on, visibly
excited, buzzing on a natural high, at just the thought of her soon to
be new pet accidentally smearing his face in gobs of nasty white goo.

"Oh Mai, that's so funny!  I am so glad we started videotaping
these tanning sessions, you always have such good ideas...  And just
you wait.  If you thought that was amusing now, once I have him by the
balls, well, lets just say he will beg and plead with me to be allowed
to shoot all over his own face.  Trust me, this pig is going to be
fucked, good, long and harder than I have ever fucked anybody over
before!"

"Even more than pig-breath?" Mai asked, hoping Natalie would go
through with her threats.

"Pig-breath got off easy, our new play-thing will wish he had never
seen me sunning myself.  I can assure you of that."  The tone in
Natalie's voice was both ominous and excited, betraying her lust and
thirst for power over this poor excuse for a man.

Pig-breath, who Mai had mentioned, had been her English professor.  He
was a real arrogant bastard.  He enjoyed failing students and
intimidating them in front of the class.  Natalie and Mai both had him
first semester of their freshman year.  She noticed his eyes would
always wander to her chest.  As she usually does, Natalie kept track.
She kept score of every offence, every glance, every leering look, and
then, wearing a tight angora sweater and a short skirt, she used an
after-class meeting to blackmail him into giving her and Mai an A for
the semester and also provided them with endless hours of amusement
back at their off campus house they were renting at the time.  But that
was ancient history.  Now Natalie had a new target in her sights...

... ... ... ... ... ...

My ankle hurt.  I had twisted it.  I was hoping she would turn over.
Its all I could think about when she was laying out.  Every time I
always hope that will happen.  She never ever has turned over topless,
however.  Well until today, and I came so violently upon seeing her
turn over, I kind of blacked out.  I don't remember exactly what
happened.  Somehow I wound up with my own cum on my face, which was
completely disgusting.  I woke up and prayed she had not heard or seen
my collapse.  My forehead had a bump on it- a big egg to be more exact.
 I must have really whacked it on the window sill or something, but the
pain was worth it.  The sight of her chest, so perfect, so undeniably
real and natural, and in their perfect form would be worth a lot more,
the bump on my head - eh, I will live.  What a bonus, too - they were
tan, completely tan.  That had not escaped my notice, despite the
unexpected turn of fantastic events, her firm, tanned chest was burned
into my memory.  Then everything went black, but her perfect chest I
will never forget.

It was later that evening, and I was having some soup for dinner.  It
always calms me down, and after a scare like today, I needed to relax.
My ankle was wrapped and while I didn't need crutches, I definitely
was favoring it when I walked.  The huge lump on my forehead looked a
lot worse than it felt, but it was a good excuse to stay in for the
night.  I was just about to start eating when the door bell rang.  I
hopped over to the door, wondering who the heck would be visiting
unannounced on a Saturday night.  I opened the door and lost my
balance, almost falling over when I saw her in front of me... at my
DOOR!