On Tits
by eboy – eboyandsuch.wordpress.com

"What's the most kinky thing you've ever done?"

I chuckle a little bit as I heard the question. Honestly, it just sounds so very corny, even though I was stunned to be asked such a personal question so directly. Doesn't all really cheesy teen-age erotica start out with a question like that? Maybe not, maybe my overly-tired brain is just making things up, but still, I chuckle.

Its about 3AM, and I'm not asleep. Neither am I in bed, or even in my room. I'm at summer camp, and I've snuck out of my dorm to hang out with my younger friend Shelly. She's sixteen, a year and a half younger than me, and, being as yet inexperienced, thinks I'm the sex god. I'm not, really: I lost my virginity just last year, and can still count my number of experiences on two hands, but I really enjoy the attention this all gets me and the way she encourages me to let my fantasies run wild, so here I am. We snuck out hours ago, and are huddled up away from the dorms, enjoying the stars and telling stories. Stories which, as you have already guessed, have been getting more and more raunchy all night.

I know how to answer her question. It's pretty easy, in fact. See, I've got a fetish. Just one (that I know of) but a pretty big one. And once, not long ago, I got to indulge that fetish, and let me tell you... It was by far the most amazing, most kinky experience of my life.

"You sure you want to know that?" I ask, smiling. She looks up at me with those big brown eyes of hers, gazing widely from between her short locks of dark hair, and nods silently. "Well, ok, then." She smiles a little, assured that the story is comming, and I see her little tongue flicker quickly over her pursed lips. Oh, I'll give her a story. And it will be almost entirely true, too. Almost entirely.

"See... At the end of this last year, my school did an exchange trip to Rome. An International School over their sent their class over to us, and then my Italian class got to go study with them for a while. Now, let me tell you, the boys in that class.. those boys were hot..." She giggles a little bit at this, and I can see her little breasts shaking under the warm sweater she's bundled up in. She's got a pretty nice rack for sixteen... Better then I had at that age, anyway. "No, seriously, I'm talking about, well, just fine. Real fine. Anyway, I had the hots the whole time I was there... And come to the end of the trip, I knew I wanted to do something drastic....

"I had been playing around with a group of guys all day. They were nice enough, and I'd been doing my best to flash little bits of skin at them long enough that they were mostly at my command. It was a hot day; a real hot day, let me tell you, and it didn't cool down at all towards night, so I suggested we go out for some gelato. Well, I'm sure you can imagine what that's like, eating ice-cream with a bunch of guys who have the hots for you" -- her face told me she couldn't, but I went on anyway -- "and by the time we were done I'd eaten more of their icecream than of mine, and spilled a fair amount of it, too. I managed, of course, to spill it just in the right areas, and always in ways such that they felt they were at fault and tried to clean it up. My shirt was pretty wet as we walked back, clinging to my breasts... At the last moment, I stole one of their cups and ran away, dodging into an alleyway, where I let them catch me. The one who's ice cream I had stolen was first, so I dropped the desert and kissed him." Shelly gasps a little at this. "Yeah, just like that. Didn't even say anything. Just grabbed him, pressing my hard nipples into his chest. Well, the other guys caught up around this time, so I backed off and pulled my shirt and bra off, leaving them sitting by the way. I got down on my knees and pulled two guys towards me, opening their flies... No one really said much, but a minute later I had two gorgeous cocks in my hands and was rubbing them both. Before long there was another in my mouth. At that point, I backed off, and told them that I would get them all off on the condition that they all came on my tits."

Shelly's mouth drops open a little. "You wanted them to do that?" I just nodded and licked my lips.

"They protested a little when I asked for that. They all wanted to cum in my mouth, or on my face... But I convinced them. Shook my breasts around a little, told them I'd go bra-less for the rest of the day, and wouldn't clean their gunk off at all. And I meant that last bit. Ooh..." I'm shaking a little just thinking about it, and I can feel a wetness gathering in my panties. Shelly seems to be feeling the same way: I can see her rubbing her thighs together ever so slightly, and her tongue keeps darting out over her lips.

"So I sat there and jacked them off. All five of them, big cocks and little cocks... I'd have a cock in each hand, and one or even two in my mouth, and whoever was left out would take care of themselves for a little bit... We were just feet away from everyone outside, and my heart was pumping so loudly I was almost afraid they could hear it... But of course, if they were going to hear anything, it was going to be the grunts and groans of those boys. Eventually, one of them started to get a little louder, and I raised my head and shook my chest at him, thrusting out my tits. He exploded right then, and I watched his warm gunk... oooh... I watched it spray out onto my tits... ah..." God, just thinking about it had me hot. My breasts longed to feel the warm liquid leaking down them, longed to share a boy's seed... "It was such a wonderful feeling, Shelly. God, I can't even tell you... The two guys in my hands exploded next, and I pulled them close, pumping them dry onto my waiting tits... When they were done, I just started massaging my tits, wiping all of that wonderful jism into them. Oh, god, oh god... I can almost feel it now. My breasts were suddenly so sensitive, more than ever before, and as I massaged them, I came right there." Shelly gasps a little, and I see one of her hands reflexively dart down towards her crotch. I smile, and allow my own hand to crawl towards my own pussy, slipping quietly under my jeans... Shelly's eyes grow wide, and she follows suit.

"Right there in the alleyway, kneeling there, nothing stimulating my pussy at all... Let me tell you, it was one of the best cums of my life. I think I screamed out loud... And then the last two guys came, and just their cum hitting my tits was enough to send me into a second orgasm, even stronger than the first. I screamed and clawed at my chest, and... Oh!" My fingers flick over my clit, and a mini-orgasm washes through me. "Oh, Shelly. It was so hot. So hot... so..." Her eyes are closed... And she's shaking, shaking... One hand is massaging her breasts, the other pumping away under her jeans... She moans quietly, and I cum there, watching her, imagining the slick feeling of massaging jism into my tits.

When we're done, I smile at her, and bring by fingers to my mouth to lick them clean. She follows suit, even though its obviously the first time she's ever tasted herself. I see her smile a little bit at the taste... "Afterwards, I did what I said I'd do. As they cleaned themselves up, I massaged the cum into my tits as much as I could, then put my shirt back on, leaving my bra sitting in the alleyway. I knew that my blouse was getting a little wet around my breasts, and that everone I walked past could smell the odor of jism, but I didn't care. Every step I took shook my breasts a little, and they were still so sensitive, I think I came twice more just walking down the street."

Well, alright, so there was some exageration.

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It's a few days later; the last day of camp. Everbody's out and about tonight, of course, wandering around in the dark. The staff doesn't like that, but very few of them were ever here as students, and thus very few know where everybody goes. And it's not like anybody's doing anything against the rules, for the most part, aside from just being out. It's just about having a good time.

I've managed to shake the group I was with, a bunch of rowdy guys just asking to get caught, running right by the staffer's dorms. Not any fun, anyway. I'm wondering where Shelly is. The past few days, she's been a little on the distant side of things. I'd go a whole day without seeing her, and then the next she'd be glancing at me from across the room, a little smile on her lips. Who knows what she's up to; if I could find her now, maybe she'd be up for a fun story or two.

I emerge from my secret path into the tennis courts that no one ever uses during the day, so covered in vines that the net sags a good two feet. And there she is; little Shelly, my Shelly. Not so little now.

She's on her knees next to the fence, and hasn't seen me yet. She's topless, and I can just barely make out her dark nipples protruding out in front. And you can, of course, guess the rest of what I saw: Five guys, pants down, one cock in each hand, and one in the mouth. I listen, and can hear them: Tiny grunts, smacking sounds, and a young, feminine moan that must be Shelly. She's gorgeous nude, and the cocks are glistening around her, and suddenly I'm drip, drip, dripping... And removing my top.

Shelly sees me just as one of the guys in her hand starts to come. He's jerking around, pelvis thrust hard forwards, arc of liquid splashing against her tits, running down between them. She's smiling, then her eyes cloud over and I see a tremor pass through her. The guy in her mouth pulls out, only to be replaced by another one, and soon his semen has joined the first boy's. I'm walking towards them, walking towards her. My Shelly, beautiful Shelly...

A third, then a fourth, then a fifth blast of semen soaks her tiny little tits. Her hands are claws, lacking any subtlety, massaging and kneading and scraping her chest. Her voice starts an octave lower than normal, deep in her throat, but soon it's just an all out feminine shriek. The guys watch in awe as she cums, and then I'm there, at her side. I reach out and pull her shaking body to me, her tits to mine. I feel the semen; it's wet and still warm, not yet sticky, rubbing between us. She smiles a small, dazed smile, still lost. Then I kiss her. I've never kissed a girl before, never wanted to; but now I do. She's soft, so soft, still quivering in my arms. And the cum is still between us, all over my tits, so warm, so wet. Too much: I groan into her mouth, sending the sound of my orgasm deep down her throat, and soon she joins me again, thrashing in my arms, then falling limp. And still we kiss.

The guys are baffled, befuddled, overwhelmed. And horny. Always horny. I part our lips for just a moment, call them towards us. "More," I say. I turn so that us girls are side by side, my hand around her, hers around mine, she rests her tiny head on my shoulder, exhausted but ready. We reach out, each jacking off a cock at a time. More cum splashes our tits; I don't know how many times I feel the warm, wet impact, nor how many times I orgasm, my head resting against Shelly's soft hair. When they're done, we kiss again, again merging our tits into one warm, cum-soaked entity. I cum one last time, quivering, thrashing, shaking, shivering. And then it's done.

The guys are gone, apparently feeling that they've done their part. Shelly looks at me with half-lidded eyes, evidence of her emotional exhaustion just pouring out from her little body. I must look the same way. I reach up and touch her tits, and she moans softly, reaching forward to feel mine. We leave our bras behind and don our shirts as we walk, entering the dorm hand in hand. We spend the night together, my Shelly and I, but there are no more orgasms, just the soft feeling of girl-flesh on girl-flesh and the warm memory of cum on tits.