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Stacey’s Breastgasms: Part 1

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Stacey’s Breastgasms: Part 1.
A high school reunion brings back fond mammories.

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a post by Many Feathers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



It had been

a very long time since I'd seen many of my old high school friends and buddies.
The last time had been at the ten year reunion, this would be the thirty year
reunion, and I knew that most of us would have changed between now and then;
dramatically.

Although I

was still in reasonably good shape, even without working out specifically, I
had still put on a few pounds, but with the exception of a few perhaps, I
figured everyone would be in the same boat as I was. I still had a full head of
dark hair, though I had noticed just a sprinkle of gray had begun at the
temples. The one thing about myself I had always considered my best feature
however, were my eyes, bright blue with just a hint of gray in them. There was
a caption in the yearbook next to my photo, it read: "Bedroom eyes".

Though my

wife Marsha hadn't attended the same school I had, nor would know any of my old
friends, she was looking forward to going almost as much as I was. And I for
one was looking forward to showing her off. Marsha had a great body, though a
few years younger than me, and certainly my graduating class, giving her a bit
of an edge perhaps in the looks department. Fairly large breasted, a tight
waist and firm well rounded ass, I had no doubt she would be the envy of many
women there. And though she knew I was secretly entertaining those very
thoughts, she was looking forward to going for no other reason than to perhaps
meet a few of my old high school girlfriends that I had shared erotic naughty
stories about with her over the past few weeks.

And one in

particular came to mind, wondering if she would in fact, be there, though she
hadn't come to the ten year reunion, so it had been at least thirty years since
I had even seen Stacy. I had shared the story of our dating experiences with my
wife, which had excited Marsha tremendously. Mainly because of the somewhat
unusual circumstances, and very erotic nature of my old girlfriend, which was
far different than anyone, I had ever known, including now.

The thing

about Stacy that was so unusual, was the fact she could climax simply by having
her tits played with. Maybe there were other women who could do this, but I'd
never met anyone else, not like Stacy anyway. Even my own wife Marsha, who
loved it when I played with her tits, as much as I wanted to, in fact; She
didn't climax simply from my playing with her the way Stacy did. And not that I
minded, certainly not. The fact that Marsha enjoyed as much attention as I gave
her in that regard was something I relished, enjoyed and was more than pleased
with. Marsha has fairly large tits with extremely sensitive nipples, though not
too sensitive as to detract from the enjoyment of being able to play with them
to my heart's content.

I've

actually known a couple of women who were exact opposites. One girl allowed my
fondling of her with indifference. She had even forewarned me before hand that
she felt virtually nothing when I, or anyone else for that matter played with
her boobs. Basically, she got nothing out of it beyond seeing me becoming
aroused myself. Unfortunately, part of my arousal and excitement has always
come from seeing the woman become aroused or excited by whatever I was doing.
So in this instance at least, it was a bit of a letdown, and thus took away
from the pleasure I would normally have received.

On the other

side of that same coin, I had also known a woman who's nipples were simply too
sensitive. Once aroused, she could hardly stand to have anyone even touch them.
Even just looking at them sent her into giggling fits, super sensitivity once
again taking away from, rather than adding to, the enjoyment and sensuality of
that particular form of foreplay. Which was a crying shame too, as Gayle; as I
recall her name being, had a really nice looking set of tits too. But once she
was truly aroused, it was always "hands off", after that.

Now the

thing about Stacy was, she didn't have really large tits either. She was the
type of girl that a well-known saying was written for, "More than a
(good-sized) handful is wasted!"

I guess if

you were to classify her, her tits would be considered on the small side.
Certainly not flat chested, not by any means, and yes, when I held them within
my hands, they filled them more than adequately with still a bit left over for
good measure. But the thing was, Stacy literally could climax, and very often
did, just by my playing with them.

We had

started dating, had been going out for well over a month with nothing more than
a few deep soulful kisses being shared between us. With her tits being not
quite so large, she very often didn't wear a bra, her pert nipples poking
through and pressing against the material of whatever tee shirt or tank top she
was wearing. But I always found it interesting that she only did that, going
without a bra, whenever it was an activity or an event that virtually made it
impossible for me to even think about trying anything. Both times we'd gone to
the drive in theatre, she had worn a bra, making it obvious by her suddenly
hidden and protected nipples that she was. (I later learned she even went so
far as to wear a nipple cover beneath her bra, much like protective pasties, on
those evenings when we'd gone out where the temptation might have been too much
for either one of us to adhere too.)

Like I said,

up until now, I hadn't even touched her, though I also hadn't made any real
attempt in doing so either, not wanting her to feel like that was all I wanted
from her; sex.

 I mean I

did, but not purely just for that either. I really liked her. Stacy was the
first girl I felt like I could have real feelings for, and because of it, I was
content to take my time and see how things went.

It was

perhaps our seventh or eighth real date. We had gone to the drive-in movie,
which was now becoming a weekly event for us, and something we both looked
forward to. As was usually the case, it was a double feature with the movie we
really wanted to see coming on second. Some twenty or thirty minutes before
intermission, with each of us bored with the first movie already, we'd quite
naturally gravitated to kissing and cuddling, as we'd been doing every time we
came to the drive in, waiting for the second feature to start. And not that I
minded that either, Stacy was fun as hell to kiss, and it never failed to get
either one of us all hot and bothered, though we very often had to force
ourselves to take a break whenever that happened, before things got too carried
away. Intermission was always great for that it seemed, giving each of us an
excuse, though I daresay, it was Stacy who used it as one. I'd have been
content to continue on with what we were doing, even with the lights lit up on
the blank screen in front of us. Needless to say, I was pretty much expecting
that to happen as we sat there, necking in the front seat of my car, wondering
how much longer we had before the movie finally ended.

Now maybe

this was typical of the times back then, perhaps many can relate to this. But
there was a sort of a non-spoken game that I think was quite often played in
the front seat of every car with a pair of young teens in it. Whether it be at
a drive-in, or parked on some lover's lane some place, or even on the couch in
the den at her parent's house. We all played it, and we all went home with
smiles on our faces afterwards if we (in our minds) made any sort of progress
since the last time we played it.

I think the

unofficial name of the game was, "How close did you come?" And not
meaning "cum" per say...but how close did you get to actually
touching her tits?" I know for a good many of my friends, it was very
often the topic of conversation, come Monday afternoon during gym class.
"How far did you get? What happened? What did you do to get that
far?" We all shared... techniques that seemed to work, more importantly,
the attempts that failed so that no one else would make the same mistakes.

I was in

fact at that very moment, running through my own mind the advice one of my
closest buds had given me that past Monday afternoon. He was the first amongst
us to actually succeed in the titty-department, now a God as far as the rest of
us were concerned, and now armed with invaluable information, though I was
scared to death to actually try it. As was most everyone else I could only guess.

 

 

"Just

touch it!" He's said simply. Could it honestly be that easy? I mean you
didn't just get in the car, reach over and grab her boob, certainly not.
But...once the real kissing had gotten started and had been going on for a
while, and then it was time to try that. "No tentative, creeping up on
it," he'd informed us. Which some few of us had tried, and had failed at.
It gave the girls far too much advanced warning, as we soon after learned.
Allowing them too much time to think about it before it happened, most then
chickening out, or deciding in that brief moment it was either far too soon for
that, or they simply weren't ready for it even if it wasn't.

According to

Jim "The God" of booby fondling, you simply lifted your hand and
placed it directly over your girlfriends boob, and then softly caressed it.
With luck, she let you keep your hand there for a few seconds at the very
least. And even if she eventually did decide to make you move it off her, you
had still gotten to "cop a feel of her tit," as we called it. And
that was better than running your fingers off to the side, never quite actually
touching it, before being told "No...don't," or feeling her hand
moving yours away.

A little

booby was better than no booby. And so far, I was still on the "no booby
at all" side of things.

Our kissing

had finally reached the tongue fencing stage, which never failed to arouse the
two of us, but it was also the first sign that we'd be taking a much needed
(not wanted)break soon, especially with the music informing the two of us that
the first movie was coming to an end. It was now or never the way I saw it. And
in the next instant, my hand was resting directly on her tit, through her tee
shirt of course, but on her tit! I think that moment surprised both of us for a
number of reasons. She wasn't expecting it for one, but she didn't haul off and
deck me either. Only seconds had passed, but my hand remained as I kneaded the
softness of her tit like a contented cat. For me at least, it felt like an
eternity, and I was already rehearsing my speech for the guys come Monday, when
I felt Stacy's hand suddenly covering mine.

"Damn!"

I thought to myself. "Here it comes, the gentle, but firm pull away. The
unspoken "No," though the barrier had been crossed, even if the barriers
were about to be put up again. Still...I'd actually touched titty, real titty.
So even if it was a two or perhaps three second fondling, I'd finally achieved
the penultimate in front seat groping with one's girlfriend.

What I

didn't expect, was when her hand remained on mine, and my hand remained on her
tit, the sound of my name being sung ever so softly as I sat there.
"Oh...David!"

Even with

her bra on, I now felt the sudden emergence of her hard extended little nipple.
But even more surprisingly, her gasp, the audible sigh of pleasure that escaped
her lips in a long drawn out pleasured sound, unlike any I had ever heard
before. But that nipple! Oh my god, that nipple! I swear it had burned an
impression within the palm of my hand, half tempted to check, though fearful of
doing so, which would mean taking my hand away. Something I didn't dare do, as
I was already well into the twenty or thirty second mark of booby fondling,
which I felt had to be some sort of a new worlds record at the very least for
first time tit fondlers.

The second

the lights came on, on the screen just a few rows in front of us, Stacy
suddenly took my hand and gently moved it off and away from her. Even though
she did, I was floating on cloud nine, not even aware of the massive erection
in my pants, the short-circuiting of my own arousal not as yet registering in
my head as Stacy slid over a few inches, putting distance between us.

"I'll

be right back," she said reaching for the door. "Get us some popcorn,
and something to drink," she then added smiling at me. Which was a big
relief in a way, I'd gotten to finally fondle her boob, and she wasn't mad at
me for doing it either!

I sat for

several long moment's willing my cock to go down, watching as several single
girls all seemed to pile out of their cars one by one, heading back towards the
restrooms. It was obvious I wasn't the only guy waiting patiently for his
erection to go down before making their way inside the refreshment stand
either. When it had gone down to sufficiently allow me to go inside, though
wickedly smiling to myself that perhaps there would still be enough of a
noticeable bulge showing without being obscene, and thus serving an entirely
different purpose, I climbed out of the car and went inside to grab our drinks
and the popcorn. In doing so, I also scanned the crowd to see if there were any
of my buddies there. If there were, then sharing secret signals on how well
we'd done. Unfortunately, there was no one there I hung out with, so my
achievement would have to wait until the following Monday.

I was still

reliving the experience second by second, running it over and over again inside
my head when Stacy returned to the car. I handed her, her drink, and sat the
bucket of popcorn on the seat between us. As I did so, I happened to glance
over and saw that her nipples, both of them were still pressing even more
firmly, more obviously than I ever remembered seeing them before against the
material of her shirt. And then I knew why...Stacy had removed her bra
entirely!

Minutes

later as the lights came down again, and the second feature started, Stacy and
I came together like a pair of magnets. I remember the tub of popcorn being
knocked over, spilling onto the floor of my freshly cleaned and vacuumed
carpeting. I could have cared less. And like magnets, my hand, or rather both
of them actually, found each of Stacy's tits, (braless tits mind you)
simultaneously. Now I was touching both boobs (well sort of anyway) but the
fact she was no longer wearing a bra, essentially giving me the so called
"green light", once again a never-before reached level of
achievement, (not even by John the God himself). I think every hair on my
entire body was standing on end. Goose bumps galore racing up and down my
entire body, along with my rock-hard cock, that was now almost painfully
uncomfortable as I sat half twisted in my seat, both hands caressing Stacy's
soft full tits. But the best was yet to come.

I had within

a short span of time, graduated from booby fondling, to nipple pinching. It was
like graduating from high school early, and going on to college. The fact I was
actually thumbing and exploring those hard little nubbins of flesh (even if it
was still through her thin tee shirt) was well beyond my wildest imaginings. (Well
ok...maybe that's going a little too far), but...it was certainly more than I'd
expected to happen during the course of the evening.

Once again,

she placed her hands over both of mine, and then I thought, "Okay, so now she's
bringing things to a screeching halt," perfectly content with that if she
had. Already I had blown the roof off anything any of the other guys had
achieved, including John, who in my mind no longer warranted "God
status", a title I couldn't claim myself either as it had to be given you
by the others. But already I was imagining the official ceremony taking place
come Monday.

With Stacy's

hands now covering mine, I felt her lift them, still holding mine, almost
pulling away, though she held each of mine in hers tighter still. In the next
instant, I felt the touch of skin on skin, her hands now guiding each of mine
beneath her tee shirt! I seriously couldn't believe this was happening. Within
seconds, I now had twin impressions permanently burned within the palms of each
hand, as I now covered those extended nipples of hers directly, palming and
again kneading them at first, before delicately locating each within my finger
tips.

 Once again

Stacy moaned, her cry of pleasure easily heard as the couple sitting in the car
next to us suddenly looked over. I felt prouder than hell as I saw the guy
suddenly smile, giving me the thumbs up. I'd seen him around at school, though
I didn't know him. But I also knew now that the story would spread, giving
confirmation to my coronation come Monday.

I lost all

sense of my surroundings along with my newfound status when I heard Stacy say,
"Suck them."

Everything

else became a blur after that. As my mouth actually surrounded one of her hard
little points, gathering it between my lips as I gently suckled her tit, three
things seemed to happen at once.

One, I came

in my pants. It was quite unexpected and unplanned for. And though embarrassed
that I had, I still had the secret advantage of her not knowing that.

Secondly, it

did at least alleviate the ever growing pressure I was feeling.

And three,

it made it a hell of a lot more comfortable to sit there, even if I could feel
the sticky moisture of my climax bathing my rapidly deflating cock. Which
surprisingly, didn't stay that way for as nearly long as I might have expected.

The only

thing that really mattered now, was the fact I was going back and forth between
each one of her tits, sucking them, flicking them with my tongue, while my
fingers played ‘follow the leader’ on her other tit. It was only a few moments
later when Stacy did the one thing I would never have expected her to do in a
million, trillion years. She came.

 

 

My orgasm

had been a silent, secret, though messy one. I think I may have grimaced with
my lips surrounding her nipple, but that was about as much as I gave away.
Stacy on the other hand, simply cried out, unabashedly, unashamedly, and
uninhibitedly. I wish now I had looked over to our companions sitting on either
side of us, I'd loved to have seen the expression on their faces then. But I
was simply too busy still sucking and fondling Stacy's tits to bother looking,
tempted as I may have been.

Now, as

stupid as this may sound, (and probably does) I still didn't know, or grasp the
fact she'd just had an orgasm. I wasn't so naive as to believe girls didn't; however,
the mechanics I knew involved other things needing to take place before that
could be achieved. And unless she'd been secretly fondling herself in some way
that I wasn't aware of, her cry of pleasure simply signaled to me that she was
enjoying whatever the hell it was I was doing. So imagine my surprise when
Stacy finally pushed me away. Talk about confused. One second I'm thinking
she's hotter than she's ever been, certainly hotter than any girl I've ever
known or been with, and the next second, she's calling a sudden screeching halt
to the proceedings.

"Maybe

you'd better take me home," she says quietly, readjusting herself, and
sliding over closer to her own door, the crunch of popcorn beneath her feet as
she does so. I knew better than to question her, or complain about the fact the
movie we'd come to see wasn't even half over yet, though for the moment at
least, I'd forgotten which one it was. I quickly, and carefully replaced the
speaker back on the pole outside the window, started the car, much to the
dismay of our neighbors, and then with lights off, backed out and exited the
drive in theatre.

I don't know

if the handful of honks from nearby cars were in tribute, or annoyance as we
drove out, I didn't really think about it at the time. It was Stacy's sudden
silence that worried me far more.

She lived

less than twenty minutes away, but I purposely drove well below the posted
speed-limit. What was worrying me now, was we were headed back to her place, a
good hour or more earlier than normal. Something that would no doubt raise
suspicious questions from her parents upon our arrival. And like I said
earlier, I was still confused, very much so, and did the only thing I could
think of to do under the circumstances. I apologized.

"I'm

sorry."

She looked

at me like I'd just turned inside out. "What the hell for?" She
asked.

"I

don't know," I said honestly, even more confused now than before. "I
just am."

"You're

sorry for making me cum?"

I know there

were words in my mouth, they wanted to come out, but for some reason, I
couldn't make any sense of them or arrange them in the proper order. "I
didn't, you ah...you, I mean, you ah..." Luckily for me, she kept talking,
effectively shutting me up.

"I'm

the one that should be sorry," she continued on, before I could make any
sense of what was happening here. "I should have warned you," she
then added. "But I couldn't help myself."

I purposely

turned down the wrong street, taking the long way around. By the expression on
her face, she actually appreciated the fact that I had. I knew then we were
both stalling for time, and I wasn't about to pull up in front of her house
until I'd at least made some sense of whatever the hell it was we were talking
about here.

"Warned

me about what?" I asked honestly finally finding the correct words to say,
though the look in her eyes told me she wasn't quite buying my naiveté.

"That I

can climax simply by having my boobs played with, even when I do it," she
told me. She looked up, "The lights green," she said..."Not
red." I had stopped the car at the light, not even bothering to notice
what color it was when I did. It was red when I started up again, going through
the intersection. Luckily it was just late enough that there were few cars on
the road, luckier still there weren't any cops around to witness my stupidity.
But thankfully, Stacy laughed, snickering at my obvious confusion, breaking the
tension in the air. "Does that....shock you?" she then asked.

"Shock

me? No. Surprise me? Yes." I answered her truthfully. Then asking,
"So...you really do? Cum I mean, just by playing with your tits?"

"Yes,"

she said softly, obviously embarrassed by the revelation, though I found her
courageous in her acknowledgement of that. And perhaps her courage, boldness,
and openness gave me courage as I pursued this interesting conversation we were
suddenly having.

"So...do

you, I mean, if you can...ah, you know, do you still..."

"Masturbate?"

she finished for me. So much for my own courage. "Yes I do that too. Don't
you?"

"Well

yeah sure," I freely admitted, glad my voice didn't go up an octave or two
when answering her. "Sure...yeah...of course." She smiled at that.

"Ditto,"

she said quickly. "But...I don't have to always do that to have an orgasm
either," she now confessed. "I can actually get off, just by playing
with my tits."

I mean she

had, or at least I had seen it first hand, even then I still asked.
"Seriously...you really do?"

"You

saw it...felt it, heard it," she exclaimed growing more and more agitated
by the second. "Like I said, I can't help it...it just happens.

Maybe I

shouldn't have let you do what you did, but...I couldn't help myself David. It
would have been no different if I'd been sitting there jacking you off, and
then at the last moment taking my hand away, letting you just hang there. When
I placed your hands directly on my tits, I knew damn good and well, what was
going to happen."

I thought

briefly about telling her I'd come in my pants, perhaps by way of easing her
personal discomfort, sharing something of an equally embarrassing nature with
her. Quite naturally, I decided against it.

I'm glad you

did," I told her, just as we turned onto her street. "I think that's
hot as hell...I then told her."

"You do?

That doesn't freak or weird you out knowing that? Because the truth is David, I
like doing it. I like the way I feel, the way my orgasms feel just by having my
tits played with. And to be perfectly honest...it felt far more enjoyable when
you did it, than when I do it myself!" she now added.

We were

approaching her house, I had slowed the car down to a crawl...hoping.

"Pull

over!" she suddenly exclaimed, and I did so, cutting the lights off as I
did, basically coasting up next to the curb, engine off. We'd stopped two
houses up the street from where she lived, the tall hedgerow next to her
driveway effectively cutting off anyone's being able to see us parked there.
Luckily, in addition to that, the lights were off in each of the two houses we
were parked in front of. The house next to Stacy's currently vacant, and the
other lived in by an older woman who retired early as she quickly informed me.
In a flash, she had lifted her tee shirt once again, her beautiful bare tits a
feast for my eyes, nipples once again hard and extended. Even before I could
reach for them, her hand was already fumbling with the belt on my jeans.

"Ah

Stacy? There's something I should tell you," I began nervously.

"I

already know," she giggled. "That sort of triggered it when I
did," she then added laughing. "So the question is...can you do it
again?"

"Can

you?" I answered back. And then we both proved to one another that we
could.

**

That night

was only the beginning of one of the wildest periods in my entire life.
Something that lasted well on into the summer after we had graduated just a few
short weeks later. The only downside to anything, was the following Monday when
I had quite stupidly boasted of my miraculous success. Had I left it at
actually touching bare tit, there would have been feasting and
celebration...for days perhaps. Instead, I was looked upon as being a liar,
exaggerating and at best, trying to one up my status in trying to claim John's
throne, by claiming something that was totally unheard of, exaggerated, and
totally unbelievable. And even dumber now having shared it, it was a newfound
status, or an attempted one rather, I no longer wanted. In hindsight, I was
glad no one believed my story, though I was now fearful that my telling it
would get back to Stacy, and thus end what was to become one of the wildest
periods of my entire life. Thankfully...it didn't. Not yet anyway. That
wouldn't happen for some time yet, though when it did, my earlier stupidity
came back to haunt me.

But until

that actually happened...

To be

continued. Based on a post by Many Feathers, for Literotica.

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