Her Spontaineous Breastgasms: Part 2

Reliving a strange phenomenon.

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

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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.