Angela Bromley Has Massive Tits
Angela Bromley is thirteen and a bit. She lives on the posh estate
in our town. Recently, every day after school, me, Kevin and John have
decided to follow her home.
By the way my name is Tim, Kevin and John call me Tim nice but
Now I'm not a hundred per cent sure why we follow Angela Bromley home,
but if I was to guess I would say it's because John who is nearly
fourteen fancies her rotten and to be honest I think she fancies him
too?they're always staring weirdly at each other in chemistry or as
Kevin says 'in sexual chemistry,' HAHAHAHA?funny not.
"COR!!" John says when he sees her walking down the corridor, "look at
the arse on that." Well Kevin and I look each other in the eye and
screw our faces up. I mean Angela Bromley has always had an arse just
like all girls and boys do? so Kevin and I aren't quite sure why we
should be giving hers such particular attention now.
I do have to say though when she?Angela Bromley knows John is watching,
she does wiggle and let it sway a little bit?and there is I suppose a
kind of hypnotic effect if you stare too long? so perhaps John has been
hypnotised by Angela Bromley's arse?mmmmm??? You know I might ask Kevin
what he thinks about the possibility of some girls having hypnotic
One thing we've all noticed though is that Angela Bromley has suddenly
grown big tits, we were discussing this the other day?you know girls
suddenly sprouting enormous tits and Kevin said, 'Imagine if that kind
of thing happened to our balls, that would fuck up our trousers
wouldn't it?'?Kevin is a bit strange sometimes and when John and I just
stared at him like he was a twat, he suddenly said, 'You know what
James Lyman has got hairs on his balls and he can get hardons at will?'
Well we didn't know that and neither did we want to know actually?nor
did we want to know how he found this out.
Anyway we're following her now?Angela Bromley that is. And we are quite
a way behind her but she knows we're there; she keeps turning and
smirking at John and walking very, very slowly?now this is all very
well but Kevin and I are walking a mile in the wrong direction every
night just so John can zombie gape at Angela Bromley's arse?John can be
a bit strange sometimes too!! And this following Angela Bromley is
beginning to get on Kevin's tits and mine. We're getting nothing out of
it you see.
"This is boring," says Kevin and then whispers something in Johns ear,
well I say, the look on John's face is suddenly all red and angry?and
I'm wondering if Kevin just asked if he could touch John's willy or
something else weird. But then he says quietly to me, "I've just made
up a new game, it's called Bum, Tits and Daisy."
"Daisy?" I ask puzzled.
Kevin explains that he stayed up late on Saturday when his mum and dad
were at the pub, he watched a French film on Channel 4, La?well
something or other, he says in it a frog bloke compared a girls fanny
to a flower, a rose's petals in actual fact?but Kevin thinks for this
game and for the time being he's going to call a girls fanny a
daisy?did I mention Kevin can be easily influenced and be very strange
"There is no way you're touching her arse, Johnson," says John to Kevin
angrily?never heard him call Kevin by his surname before?
" Don't worry Johnno I'm on tit duty," says Kevin. " So that means Tim
has to grab her by the Daisy?remember we all have shout, BUM, TITS and
DAISY?lets go!!! YEEHAAA!!" And now both of them shoot off like bullets
in the direction of Angela Bromley leaving me standing here looking
like a right Divvy Sap.
I mean WHAT!!!! When was it decided that I had to grab her by the
Da?fanny bloody hell he's got me at it now, what a bloody stitch up!!!
Anyway they're miles a head of me and closing in on Angela Bromley, I'm
sprinting hard because I think the object of this game is to say all
three words in quick succession?Kevin isn't very good at explaining his
games, but this is the gist I got from what he said.
John is first and shouts, "BUM," as he slaps her on her left cheek and
speeds by hooting.
She defensively grabs her bum and turns only to be met by Kevin pawing
her right tit. " TITS," shouts Kevin gleefully ? but inaccurately, well
it was only one tit let's be fair now.
I'm still miles behind and to be honest my chances of success are to
say the least a little slim? all because of Kevin's crap planning, I
hope he never becomes a war general, he would be shit.
Angela Bromley is at first stunned by this clumsy invasion of her
bodily parts, she is then shocked?I can tell this by her open mouthed
gasp, but then she is very angry, "You dirty little scummy, pervy
gits," she shouts at Kevin and John who are now whooping like Apache
braves. I hate to say this but there is also the tiniest bit of
embarrassed pleasure that appears as a brief smirk on Angela Bromley's
Angela Bromley turns to face me and with hands on hips and legs
astride, strands of her long brown hair lie across one side of her
face, she looks defiantly at me knowing that I'm the only remaining
threat. Her school uniform skirt and shirt are clinging to her body?
it's been a hot day; her school tie lies in the valley between her
massive tits, which are lilting and lifting to the rythmn of her deep
passoniate breaths . Magnificent is the word that for some reason
enters my skull.
"Come on then DIMOTHY, what's your part in this dirty game?" Her voice
is smoky and husky? I've never heard a girl speak like this
before?bloody hell I'm frozen on the spot. We're like gunslingers at
the O.K Corral?Calamity Jane and Dead Eye Pete?only she has bigger
weapons and my gun isn't even loaded*gulp*.
"Come on Patterson you great big Nancy queer," this is John encouraging
me I think?this surname calling is a new thing with him, I think he's
trying to impress Angela Bromley. But before I make my move she?Angela
Bromley walks right up in front of me?so close in fact her big tits and
fanny are touching my bits?blimey!! She's looking deep into my eyes and
she's rubbing up against me.
And then she grabs me by the?ARRGGGHH!!!
"Oh! Dear," she whispers with false baby talk like sympathy into my
ear, "Perhaps we should call you Tiny Tim, MMMMHHH!!!?Dimothy?" And
then she gives them? my boys a quick tight but excruciating squeeze and
then lets go.
Even crouching here now in great unrelenting pain and holding my boys
tenderly, my mind is telling me that Angela Bromley has experienced
this type of encounter before, surprise was my only real advantage. She
already too well understands the power her species has over ours, when
a woman has a man by the balls not only can she administer great
physical pain but even more importantly even greater psychological
pain?it's the edge that gives them? women the balance of power in our
struggle for dominance?bloody hell where did all that come from?
Angela Bromley is now bending crouching in front of me hands on her
knees. Her lips are pursed and she's smirking again?it's a pose a bit
like that old bird my dad likes used to do? Marilyn Monroe I
think?whoever she was. I can't move or talk just barely stand in fact,
it's one of the after effects of having your balls tampered with by an
expert, but I can see John and maybe even Kevin enjoying the view of
Angela Bromley's arse clinging to her skin tight navy blue knickers as
she bends over?you know I bet she knows this too!!!
" Did bad Angie Wangie hurt lickle Dimmie Wimmie's nadsy wadsies, did
she?" She's talking in that baby voice again.
But I'm in no condition to make any response physical or verbal, my
eyes however do make contact with her cleavage, which I can just make
out through the undone top button of her shirt. She notices this and
gives me a sly smiling wink; you know I think I'm in big trouble now.
"Shall Angie Wangie wub wittle Dimmie's poorwee nadsies awl better?
MMMMMMMH sha why?" She leans forward and kisses me on the nose and
gently takes my hands in hers and drops them, and then expertly with a
quick upward motion she slap flicks my balls once again with the palm
of her hand?OOOO...game set and match. All I can do now is groan and
keel over to the side on the pavement. Angela Bromley looks down on me
and gives me a pitiful look of contempt shaking her head, then with a
final dismissive look of arrogance she snorts,turns and walks
"You rotten bitch," scowls Kevin as Angela Bromley strides away
smirking triumphantly, she just winks at him.
"You alright Tim," asks John standing over me, "that was well out of
order hitting a bloke in the googlies?below the belt I say." All I can
do though is lie there and wait out the pain and watch Angela Bromley
walking away wiggling that now magnificent arse of hers in that slinky
"Listen mate," says Kevin, "me and John are off to watch the year 5
girls hockey team?John reckons they've all got great arses, we're going
to shout instant stiffy every time one of them runs by?it will be a
laugh so it will."
"Yeah join us when you're ready?sorry to leave you but we'll miss the
start of the game. I've gone right off that cow now, " says John. And
off they run leaving me lying for dead in the gutter.
As they run off down street past Angela Bromley they shout, 'INSTANT
STIFFY, INSTANT STIFFY...OH OH ...OH OH,' you know a bit like a
football chant, and i'm thinking how immature and silly, instant stiffy
is a game that will only lead to one sad ending, Detention,letters to the parent's, a hushed shellshocked meeting in the headmaster's office, then the dad's having one of those father son talk's in the respective garden's of John and kevin.
Bloody hell I have learned a lot today, one is that life is one big set
of games and that if you don't learn the rules quickly it can be harsh,
you might even end up left behind lying in the gutter holding onto your
balls like I am right now, and two your best friends can sometimes be
your worst enemies. And as for girls, well these creatures are things not to be under estimated or messed about with. I won't be able to speak or move for a few minutes
but these important moments will help clarify my thoughts on various
things?for instance things like a girl with a magnificent arse and a
massive pair of tits?a girl I think I'm in love with?a girl called