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Stacey's Breastgasms: Part 2

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Her Spontaineous Breastgasms: Part 2
Reliving a strange phenomenon.

Based on

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



Lying there

in bed, the feel of my wife's mouth and tongue as she teasingly pleasured me
was erotic enough. Marsha could suck cock like nobody's business, and she was
driving me nuts just as she knew she could. But what I also enjoyed was the
fact she got aroused, turned on whenever I shared any experiences, any stories
with her, just as she was now. And just as she so often did for me too.

"So

what happened after that night?" She then asked. I was having trouble
concentrating, but then I drifted back in time...remembering.

"It was

that very next Monday, after school, and after I had taken a beating from my
friends, though not in the literal sense. Stacy was on the prom committee, and
they were meeting a short time later after school planning and preparing for
our graduating dance. We'd previously agreed to meet at Johnson &
Johnson's," I told her. I saw the confused look on my wife's face as I
said that, knowing I'd have to explain, which I then did.

"As in

the baby oil?" she asked questioningly, as I knew she would. I laughed,
shaking my head no.

"No, we

called it that because of two very popular teachers at the school a year back
prior to all this. When the school was originally built, someone fucked up on
the dimensions, when they built the wall between the auditorium and the gym,
they didn't quite come together the way it had been planned for. What they
ended up with was a little hall that led nowhere, a three and a half foot dead
end. An alcove that later on they planted a tall fake tree in, though someone
kept moving it. It became a running joke as to where the tree would end up,
leaving that weird little alcove vacant. In the beginning, it was a place to go
and steal a quick kiss with your girlfriend, it wasn't long before it became a
status symbol for anyone who did."

"Ok,"

Marsha said following along, "But where does the Johnson and Johnson come
in?" she then asked.

"Someone

caught Mrs. Johnson, and Mr. Johnson kissing one another in that alcove.

"So?

What's wrong with two obviously married teachers having a little fun, simply
kissing one another?"

"Nothing...except

they were both married to different Johnson's at the time," I told her.

"Oh!"

My wife laughed. "Now I see!"

"Over

time, the story went from someone catching them kissing, to someone catching
them touching, to finally...someone catching them actually fucking. Eventually
they were both called in. Denied any of that ever happened of course, but
sadly...they were both let go the following year. Ever since then, that alcove
that then had a permanently chained tree sitting inside it, was known as Johnson
and Johnson corner," which is where Stacy and I had agreed to meet after
school. Now...the other thing about that was, the school had quite stupidly
created the perfect place, the perfect camouflage to hide what now really began
to happen there. Bushy enough, and big enough to hide someone's presence, it
was no obstacle to slip around the tree and hide in back of it without being
seen. So ironically, the very rumor that had caused the expulsion of the two
teachers, now became even more symbolic, and more of a challenge to become a
rapidly growing member of a very secretive club. Stacy wanted us to meet there,
become members before we graduated. So we decided to meet there quickly before
her committee meeting.

I sighed

delightedly as Marsha began sucking my cock hungrily. "Go on..." she
slurred.

"So

anyway...she was already waiting for me behind the tree when I got there. She
had taken off her top, her cute little boobs totally bare, nipples rock hard
and waiting for me when I came around and found her. I doubt seriously that
anyone actually fucked behind that tree, though there were claims by a few who
said they did. I know we were scared that we'd still be discovered, even with
it being after school. So I'm sure that a majority of those who claimed they
had, were simple exaggerations as well. But Stacy and I were determined at
least to do something, and that came in the form of me getting her off, simply
by playing with her tits, which I did. I sucked them, played with her nipples,
pulling on them just the way she liked until she came. And as I would learn
later, I knew she had, simply by the way her face screwed up whenever she did,
whether it was simply by tit-play, or when I eventually went down on her, and
even fucked her for the first time the night we actually graduated. But I'll
save that story for another time," I said smiling. "Point
being...after that, wherever, and whenever we could over the course of the next
few weeks, I was constantly getting Stacy off, just by playing with her tits whenever
we could get away with it."

"Well

don't stop now...or I will!" Marsha warned me. "What happened
next?"

"Well,

we got braver and bolder as the days went. Though since Stacy hardly ever wore
a bra by now, that made it a whole lot easier for us. The fact her nipples
seemed to get even more sensitive, making it easier for her to actually climax,
and far more quickly too, we'd started doing things almost right out in the
open in fact. As we often did, I had walked her to her next to last class, my
own just across the hall from hers, we always had a few minutes to chat before
the bell rang, so once again, as usual, we were standing there leaning up
against the lockers as some of the others in our classes walked by. We were
standing in such a way that we were shielding what my hand was doing to her
with our books. I was just fingering her nipple, through her blouse in fact,
though enjoying the fact it was fucking rock hard, flicking it back and forth,
grazing it with my fingernail when she came. For a moment, I thought she was
going to pass out, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head, reaching
out to steady herself, grabbing onto my arm as she climaxed. Which is when Miss
Peterson, her teacher walked by heading towards the class. She saw the look on
Stacy's face, stopped to ask if she was alright as she looked ill, about to
pass out. It was all we could do to keep from laughing, though Stacy did in
fact feign being "dizzy" after that, which she was...but not for the
reason Miss Peterson thought of course. She then asked if I'd take Stacy down
to the nurses office and have her looked at. Which I did. I gave her another
orgasm while sitting in the office waiting for the nurse to come out and see
her. Like I said, we started doing some pretty risky things then, disappearing
into one classroom or another between our own classes. Sometimes...if we had
time, Stacy would jerk me off. She loved having me cum on her tits, which very
often made her cum again, just thinking about my sticky wet spunk clinging to
her boobs. After that happened the first couple of times, I started calling her
"Breastgasm" since she seemed to be able to have an orgasm almost at
the drop of a hat, or rather...at the merest, slightest touch of my hands on
her tits. It was almost automatic with her after that."

"So

what happened that caused the two of you to breakup?" My wife asked.

"Well

that really is the weird and sad part to the story. As I told you, Stacy and I
had already decided we were going to give one another our virginity on graduation
night. We'd been talking about it, and planning it for the past couple of
weeks. I'd actually booked a nice room at a nearby hotel, though I wasn't the
only one who had done that either. Once again, it was something a lot of
seniors did, getting rooms under the pretense of not driving home drunk, which
everyone's parents knew we would be. And completely ignoring, or overlooking
the obvious. Such was the way of things back then. Anyway, we made a mistake,
got caught...though at the time, neither one of us knew it, not until the very
next day, during the dance. And even then, Stacy didn't let on anything until
much later on that evening, after we'd actually had sex for the very first time
together. It was the first... and last time we ever did."

"Go

on," My wife said, completely forgetting all about my cock now, though she
still held it in her hand. "What happened then?"

"We

were both horny...and careless, thinking about the following night. I'd gone to
help Stacy with the last of the decorations in the gym prior to the dance. We
had decided to have one of our "tit quickies" and ducked out,
thinking we'd be alone and unnoticed as we slipped into the girl's locker room,
back into the shower area. Obviously, no one was in there, and certainly not in
the showers, so we thought we were perfectly safe. Unbeknownst to either one of
us, John, Danny, Jake and Matthew had seen us duck out, and soon after,
followed us inside. They all watched as I stood there sucking on Stacy's tits,
watched as she climaxed, and then climaxed again...and again...and, again! They
knew then, I'd been telling them the truth the first time when I first told
them she could, and did actually climax that way. They left before we did, so
at first, neither one of us knew they had seen us. We went back to the gym, and
I soon after left as Stacy was going home with one of the other girls as soon
as they finished up.

 

 

 John was

waiting for her out in the parking lot when they came out. He then told her
what I had told all of them so very long ago. How she could cum simply by
having her boobs played with. He didn't tell her they'd actually watched us
doing that either. As far as she knew, I'd been bragging all along, telling all
my friends everything we'd done and had been doing. He then clinched it by
telling her I had in fact just told him a short while ago, how we'd gone into
the shower room together, and how I'd gotten her off then too."

"And

yet the two of you still went to the dance, and even fucked afterwards that
evening?" My wife asked incredulously.

"Yeah,

we did. Like I said, that was the weird part. Stacy never let on just how upset
and mad at me that she was. But...oddly enough, she also didn't want things to
end between us, until we actually had made love together, at least once anyway.
So that's what happened. I went through the entire evening without a clue that
anything was wrong. After the dance, we went back to the hotel, made love,
which I thought was beautiful for us both, but then afterwards, she got up,
said she needed to do something, and left. Which surprised me as she didn't
explain what it was or why. So I waited, wondering...and then finally got up
and went looking for her. As I said, there were several couples from our class
that had booked rooms there. There were parties going on everywhere, so I
thought that maybe Stacy had gotten sucked into one of them. I started looking
for her, going from room to room. And then I found her a short time
later."

I paused

remembering, it all seemed so surreal back then, even now.

"Remember

that guy I told you about sitting next to us at the drive-in?"

"Yeah?"

"Well,

we ran into one another in the hallway, literally. He was running, came around
the corner when we collided. Took him a minute to remember me, recognize who I
was. When he did, he smiled sheepishly and said, "Hey man...sorry to hear
about you and your girlfriend, but from what I hear, she really is hot, and
really can get off just by having her boobs played with!"

"Stunned,

I watched as he ran down the hall, knocked on a door, and then let himself in.
Which is when I heard Stacy's laugh. The way she laughed, especially when she
was drunk, horny and excited, was unmistakable. I then ran down the hall
myself, didn't bother knocking, just opened the door. She was standing there in
her formal gown, except that her boobs were bare, hanging out. John was sucking
on one of them as she stood there, some other guy, someone I didn't know,
sucking on the other. She was in the midst of having an orgasm at that very
moment when I walked in. Needless to say, I turned around and left. Drove home.
Two weeks later I was in the Navy and headed for boot camp. Never saw Stacy
again."

"So how

did you find out the truth about why she did what she did?" My wife asked.

"Ironically,

it was at the ten year reunion. Stacy wasn't even there, she didn't come. I
heard through the grapevine she had in fact just gotten back from her
honeymoon, and perhaps knowing I was going to be there, decided under the
circumstances that it wouldn't be a good idea for her to show up. Obviously,
the wounds were still deep enough that she would feel awkward running into me
again, even though she had recently gotten married. It was towards the end of
the evening when I heard laughter coming from a nearby table, I walked over just
in time to hear someone sitting there telling this story how the four of them
had walked in on Stacy and me in the shower area. He then proceeded to tell the
others sitting there how Stacy was duped into believing I'd betrayed her.
Needless to say, he shut up when he looked up and saw me standing only a few
feet away, but by then I'd heard everything. I looked around, saw John standing
over by the buffet table talking to another old girlfriend of his, and walked
over. Up until now, I'd avoided him and the other guys most of the night. I
tapped him on the shoulder, he turned around surprised to find me standing
there, and actually offered me his hand. That's when I turned the lights out
for him. I left soon afterwards. But at least now I knew why things had
happened the way they had."

"Well,

I for one am glad that they did, or I might not be married to you now,"
Marsha told me as she slid up onto my chest, hovering just above me as she
rested her wet moist pussy against my shaft. "Still a sad story though, wonder
if she'll be at the reunion this year?" she asked.

I didn't

answer, nor think about it any further. I simply slid my hard cock deep inside
my wife's lovely cunt, and enjoyed the pleasure I found there.

**

On Friday we

went to my high school thirty year reunion, which was actually being held at
the old high school. The first thing Marsha asked me to show her when we walked
in was Johnson & Johnson corner. I laughed when we arrived there, it had
been walled up and bricked in. Something they perhaps should have done to begin
with, though the wall itself was now covered with hundreds of carved initials.
I looked about hurriedly, withdrew my pocketknife and added my own, as well as
Stacy's to the display. Marsha laughed hugging me to her, and then followed me
over to the sign in table so we could pick up our name badges.

For those

who had graduated and were in attendance, they had included a picture of how
we'd looked back then; beside our names. After thirty years, a lot of people
had changed and it was becoming harder and harder to recognize a few people the
way they looked now as opposed to the way they looked back then. Some as I saw
as Marsha and I wandered about hadn't changed all that much. Though there was
the maturity of age that touched us all, the eyes never did change. We stood
and spoke with friends I knew and still considered to be so, feeling more and
more pleased about myself that I hadn't let myself go as opposed to a few
others that were there. Periodically I glanced about, wondering if Stacy would
in fact be there this year, not at all sad to find that John and the other
three pricks weren't.

"Maybe

they heard you were coming," my wife joked when I told her I hadn't seen
any of the others. I laughed at that.

"I

caught John by surprise," I reminded her. "He was bigger than I was
even then, if anything...it should be me who should be worried," I quipped
back, though after thirty years, I couldn't imagine that John would still be
holding a grudge. Either way, I decided it might be best to keep my eyes out
for him, just in case.

We mingled

for a bit, chatted it up with a few friends, and then found ourselves a table
to sit at as dinner began. As we were sitting there, I glanced up about to take
a bite of my prime rib when I saw her.

"Oh my

god! She's here!" I said speaking to my wife. Marsha didn't need to ask
who, or where, she looked up in the direction I was looking. Stacy stood only a
short distance away, looking towards us, it was evident she had just seen me
too.

"Invite

her over," my wife told me. "Go on David...wave her over. I'd like to
meet her for one. But maybe it's about time you finally put the past behind the
two of you," she added.

I kissed my

wife, stood, and waved in Stacy's direction. Surprised, she smiled and then
somewhat awkwardly made her way over. There was an extra seat at our table,
Marsha again the one to invite her to sit down and join us as I introduced the
two of them.

"Been a

long time, David," she said after meeting my wife. "You haven't
changed all that much," she told me.

"Neither

have you," I replied back. Aside from putting on a few extra pounds, which
we all had, and now wearing her long hair cut short, far shorter than I would
have imagined her ever wearing it, she really hadn't.

"Well

thanks, but you're just being kind," she said taking her seat. "Your
wife's beautiful," she then added once again smiling towards Marsha.

"David's

always had good taste in women," Marsha responded back winking at her. The
awkwardness of the moment in seeing her again quickly passed. Before long we
were enjoying our dinner together and catching up on old times. It was then
that I noticed she wasn't wearing a wedding ring, though I didn't ask her about
it until she brought it up herself, explaining that she had actually gotten
divorced two years ago. What I didn't know until that moment, was the fact she
had married Jake, one of the guys who had actually spied on the two of us in
the shower room.

"Sorry

to hear that," I told her, though I was smiling secretly to myself that
she'd eventually dumped the guy. By now, we were all feeling comfortable around
one another, though the free-flowing booze had certainly helped.

"I

don't know how much David has told you about us," she wondered asking, as
my wife answered her.

 

 

"David and

I don't have, or keep any secrets from one another," Marsha told her.
"In fact, we very often share things with one another in the heat of the
moment...if you know what I mean," she surprised me in explaining to her.
"So I'm very much aware of everything between the two of you, and don't
mind saying...I'm jealous of you. Wish I had the ability to do that myself, do
you still?" Marsha then asked, shocking me in asking it that she did, and
seeing poor Stacy's face suddenly turn crimson at the question. Though
thankfully, she laughed at that, out loud.

"To be

perfectly honest with you both...it has been a while. But yes, as David and you
obviously both know, I can yes."

I excused

myself to step outside for a smoke, giving the two of them a chance to talk freely
for one. It seemed like Stacy was glad for the companionship, and it gave me a
chance to collect myself after seeing her again for the first time in years. It
wasn't as though I had any feelings for her, beyond hoping we could at least
bury the past. But I did hope that perhaps at some point we could sit down and
have lunch together, and then let bygones be bygones. When I returned, the
girls were missing, though Cheryl and Mike who'd been sitting with us at the
table informed me the girls had headed off to the restroom and would be back
shortly.

They

returned a few minutes later, laughing and holding hands like they'd been
friends for years. "Stacy took me on a tour of the girl's locker
room," she stated as they retook their seats. "I had to see the infamous
place for myself," she then teased Stacy, who once again sat there
blushing as she said that. But her comment and tour had opened up the door,
which I prepared to step through myself, though Stacy beat me to it before I
could.

"I'm

sorry about what happened," she told me. "I didn't learn the truth
until several years later," she added. "I should have known
better...but, I was young at the time..."

"As we

all were," I interjected.

Stacy nodded

her head and continued. "You know the really ironic thing was, even after
I had learned the truth about what had really happened, I still forgave Jake
for his role in it, determined to make my marriage work. The fact that I could
actually climax, just by having my boobs played with," she now whispered
quietly to us both, "suddenly became less exciting to him that it had been
in the beginning. After a time, Jake actually came to resent the fact that I
could, and up until then did. After a while, he refused to even touch them,
figuring that I wasn't normal, or at least normal enough for him anyway.
Unfortunately of course, that led to resentment on both sides, and I refused to
climax any other way until he relented, and showed me some attention in that
area, which he refused to do. That however eventually led to our divorce two
years ago. And as they say, the rest is history."

It was an

odd sensation for me, hearing Stacy talk so candidly with the two of us,
reminding me in the process what it had been like all those many years ago,
simply playing with her boobs, whenever, and wherever we could, watching and
hearing her get off that way. Not too surprisingly, I was soon sitting there
with a massive erection still thinking about it. Something that didn't go
unnoticed either as my wife had soon after dropped her hand down into my lap
beneath the table, and began stroking it through my pants. For once, I was glad
I hadn't wore beige slacks, which I'd almost put on.

**

It was now

getting late, nearing the end of the evening. I'd already convinced Stacy into
having lunch with me sometime in the very near future, though Marsha had
actually one upped me, inviting her over for dinner one evening in addition to
that. We soon after made our farewells, saying goodnight to a few others and
then left, though not before I had given Stacy an affectionate kiss on the
cheek before doing so.

"Well,

all in all, I'd say the evening went rather well," Marsha spoke shortly
after we'd arrived home and were preparing for bed, though by the evil wicked grin
on my wife's face, I could see it would be a long time yet before we actually
planned on sleeping. As aroused as I was, I didn't mind that. We could after
all sleep in the following day, so one of our marathon sex sessions seemed to
be exactly what the doctor had ordered.

"I'm

going to fix myself a drink, would you like one?" she asked. I was already
lying in bed, cock in hand at full mast waiting on her.

"Sure,

why not?" I grinned, waving my cock back and forth towards her temptingly.
She grinned, winked.

"Hold

that...thought," she smiled and then hurriedly disappeared downstairs to
fix our drinks before rejoining me.

I waited

patiently, and then heard her returning a few minutes later coming back up the
stairs. Once again, I fisted my rock hard cock, all swollen, purple and angry
looking, pointing it towards the doorway. The look on her face as she entered
wasn't one I expected. To begin with, it wasn't my wife's. It was Stacy's.

"What

the...?" I didn't quite finish, shocked, surprised, stunned was more like
it as Stacy stood there in the doorway looking at me. She was entirely naked,
as was my wife, as a moment later, she stepped behind her, the two of them now
standing together looking at me as I lay there in disbelief.

"Surprise!"

Marsha grinned.

"How

the hell?"

Marsha

chuckled, now leading Stacy into our bedroom. "I convinced her earlier, in
the bathroom, after our tour through the showers," she informed me.
"At first of course...she was reluctant, hesitant to do this. But I
assured her I was ok with it, and thought it might be a good way for the two of
you to at least become friends again. Things ended between the two of you on
such a bad note, so anyway...I convinced her to do this with me. And besides, I
wanted to watch her cum while you...and I, played with her tits."

I still

couldn't believe I was seeing this, hearing this, but as the two of them
approached the bed and then crawled into it on either side of me, I knew then,
I actually wasn't dreaming.

"You're

sure about this?" I asked my wife once again.

"Baby?

I wouldn't miss seeing this for the world!" she told me, and then reached
over actually fondling one of Stacy's tits even before I did. Stacy moaned
softly, wantonly, already giving in to the too long, unfulfilled urge of having
her tits toyed with just the way she liked it. I soon after joined my wife, now
touching, kissing, and eventually sucking on the other one, just as she was.
True to form, it wasn't long before Stacy had what would be the first, and
certainly not the last, of her breastgasms, as my own wife actually referred to
it then. Telling Stacy in the process that I had indeed shared with my wife
pretty much everything about our past history together, including the pet name
I had once given her.

It became a

blur of sensual delight after that. It had been a long time since I'd had my
tongue inside Stacy's cunt, licking her, sucking her clit, and teasing her as I
once remembered doing. My own wife, sitting on my cock, feeling it embedded so
deeply inside her, the two girls, laughing, teasing, pleasuring one another as
they sat atop me, playing with one another's tits. Naturally, Stacy came,
though be it from what I was doing, or Marsha, or a combination of both, no
longer mattered. Marsha too enjoyed a nice screaming orgasm as well, triggering
the first of my own as I jettisoned what felt like a gallon of cream into my
wife's wonderfully delicious, sweet feeling pussy.

I was soon

after treated to another fantasy of my own, as both women lay to either side of
me, taking turns feeding one another my cock, often licking and lapping at it
together, sucking it, and then even kissing one another with my once again rock
hard cock sandwiched between the two them. I took selfish delight in just
laying there, watching them as they worked my cock together, finally bringing
me to the edge soon after. I lay, watching my spunk suddenly leaping from the
head of my cock as the two of them playfully fought over it, squirting and
showering one another with my essence before going back to sucking and licking
me. They likewise did the same to one another, which was even more erotic and
sensual the way I saw it.

I had

finally rolled away, off the bed, collecting myself and taking a breather. I
sat down in one of our nearby lounge chairs, sipping my drink, content to watch
the two of them. I had never seen, nor witnessed what could only be described
as a titty-suck "69", though that's exactly what it was. The two of
them positioned just enough they could simultaneously pleasure one another's tits,
hearing their respective, mutual moans and groans as they did so. I don't think
I ever remember seeing my wife's nipples as hard or as firm as they were now.
And seeing Stacy's again too, remembering back then how they had looked like,
felt like when I'd pleasured her before. Now watching as my wife did the
playing, pleasuring, as she in turned was on the receiving end as well as Stacy
likewise played with her.

It wasn't

long before I was sitting there once again, rock hard and stiff, feeling more
like a teenager as opposed to a forty-something. I sat watching, and then heard
what was unmistakably the sound of my wife having an orgasm. I had heard it so
many times before, knew when she was, was she felt as she did. And this was a
rather intense one.

I was

actually feeling a bit jealous, oddly enough. My wife had just experienced her
first ever breastgasm, and I wasn't the one who had given it to her either!

 

 

I sat there

for the longest time, perfectly content to watch the two of them laying there
together, almost leisurely touching, caressing one another softly until they
both eventually looked up, glancing towards me, giggling. I looked down at
myself, a long thin string of cum drool hanging from the end of my cock. Up
until that moment, I wasn't even aware of it, too engrossed in watching the two
of them together, my beautiful lovely wife, and my very ex, but very dear
girlfriend.

"I

think we need to pay some attention to him again," Marsha suggested
playfully. "Only this time, I get his face," she added.

Seconds

later, my wife was doing just that, as for only the second time, I felt my cock
slipping inside Stacy's cunt, the warmth of her very wet pussy bathing it, just
as my wife's delicious tasting pussy began rubbing against my face. I sighed in
the moment, pleasurably.

It had been

one hell of a reunion, in more ways than one, but more importantly, the ghosts
of the past had been put away. All was right with the world again, and
especially as I now knew, Marsha was capable of having her own breastgasms.

Based on

a post by Many Feathers, for Literotica.

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