Two Titties Part 1 of 2

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I still look back fondly on one particular summer of my childhood ………. The Summer when I discovered sex. I’m 32 now and married with a good career in banking plus two gorgeous children, but my mind still wanders back to the 6 months between ending my exams and going to University.
As a child I’d always been considered chubby and was horrified when my boobs first appeared just before my 12th birthday; I then spent the next 6 years covering them up and hiding them under big baggy clothing so as not to draw any attention from the rougher kids at school. I hardly ever socialised for 5 or 6 years from the age of 12 apart from with a small group of other kids who were in my Maths and Science groups at school. I was what you would probably now call a Geek.
I took after my Dad who is a very successful Accountant but as boring as Hell; unlike my Mum who was stunningly attractive and ran her own hairdressing salon and was the life and soul of the party with lots of friends. Dad spent most of his spare time at the Golf Club. I sometimes wondered how they’d got together or even stayed married for so long.
Don’t get me wrong; I wasn’t 100% boring; after finding my Dads collection of dirty books one day I quickly became fascinated by sex. I would sneak a couple of magazines out when I was supposed to be doing homework and masturbate furiously while looking at the pictures and reading the erotic stories. My imagination ran riot and my fantasies became wilder and wilder as the stories became ever naughtier.
I had a few different boyfriends at this time and even had sex with two of them. Both went to my school and from the magazines that I was reading I knew that they weren’t very experienced; leaving me happy to have lost my virginity but generally sexually frustrated. I much preferred wanking them off; then wiping their gunk onto a handkerchief that I would later sniff while masturbating in the comfort of my bedroom.
As my exams came to an end; I began helping in the hair salon; sweeping up and making the coffees for the staff and clients. One of the girls who worked for Mum was called Gemma and was about the same age as me. She was from a village about three miles away and was the polar opposite of me. Gemma was very self-confident, drank, smoked and swore like a Trooper and she liked cock. Boy; did she like cock; any shape and any size (and any colour!); she just loved cock. From the stories that she regaled us with on a Monday morning I was surprised that she could still walk straight!
Gemma took great delight in embarrassing me with her juicy tales; and soon began probing me for information about my own meagre sex life. She even got me to confess that I was no longer a virgin; but I stopped short of telling her and the other women how much I liked wanking boys off. One day when it was quiet in the salon Gem took it upon herself to give me a makeover. Before I knew what was happening she had cut coloured and styled my hair then later that evening took me clothes shopping (funded by my Mum) at the local Mall. Some of the clothes that she suggested were very risqué and even low cut; not what I would normally feel comfortable wearing; but Gem insisted I try them on and when I did she compliment me on having a ‘great tits and arse combo’! Her favourite expression was “If you’ve got it – flaunt it!” I must admit to feeling quite sexy when I looked in the full length mirror and seeing my huge cleavage pushed up and nearly out of one particular transparent top (which she made me buy).
We also spent a small fortune on lingerie; not underwear but sexy stuff that I would never have dared look at never mind buy if I’d been on my own. At one stage the two of us were in a cubicle together trying on bras and the atmosphere was decidedly weird as we kept accidentally bumping into each other’s boobs and Gem constantly telling me that she wished she had ‘tits like mine’, not the ‘fried eggs’ that she had. I told her that she had ‘pretty tits’ (a word I’d never used before) and from what she had told me the boys liked them anyway. Gem replied that she would ‘go on the game’ if she had ‘tits and an arse like mine’. I think it was meant as a compliment.
The following day I wore a shortish grey skirt and cropped red cotton cardigan that she had selected; and left a couple of buttons undone to expose a little bit of my new pink bra and a lot of cleavage, like she had told me to do. I felt really embarrassed as I walked from the car park beside my Mum; who was visibly pleased at my transformation; but was pleasantly surprised at the smiles I got from a couple of men on their way to work. I suddenly felt like a brand new person; especially when the other women and my Mum all complimented me on my new image.
My latest boyfriend, Adrian was intimidated by my sudden change and dropped me like a stone when I wore stockings and sexy undies one night and did a striptease for him; which was a shame because he had the biggest cock of my three ‘lovers’ but like the others only lasted a few seconds whenever we made love. Still, it was a great experience wanking him because he always produced a lot of creamy spunk for my handkerchief collection. By now I had advanced to occasionally borrowing one of Mummy’s vibraters or sometimes large vegetables like carrots or cucumbers from the kitchen when I read Daddy’s magazines. I absolutely loved the feeling of having a greased up cucumber filling my puss while I inhaled on a freshly spunked in handkerchief (the memory is making me tingle with excitement as I write this).
Gem invited me out with her friends a couple of times in the next week; but I resisted, until Mummy suggested that I should go with her and ‘let my hair down’. I gave in and agreed to go to Town on the following Saturday night.
I met the girls in the Crown near the salon at the agreed time. I was wearing a cream merino wool wrap over dress that Gemma had suggested as ‘it emphasised my hourglass figure’. I just thought my boobs would fall out at any minute and my arse really did ‘look big in it’, as the material clung to me like a second skin and my new non-wired bra offered no support at all and made my extra large boobs wobble when I teetered in the high heels I’d bought that afternoon.
Gemma’s friends were all dressed as tarty as my new best friend with short skirts that barely covered their backsides or hipster jeans that showed off their knickers when they moved. Their tops were all quite revealing and they all had so much make up on it looked like war paint. My new outfit and hairstyle fitted in perfectly.
We had a couple of drinks in the Crown then got taxis to the Centre of Town. I had a fantastic time with a never ending series of guys buying me drinks and trying to chat me up; but Gemma kept a wary eye on me and chased off a couple of leery ones; although her own taste in men was suspect to say the least.
As the night wore on we lost a few of the girls and eventually there were just four of us in a disco bar at about 10 o’clock. As we drunkenly jigged on the tiny dance floor we were joined by a group of guys who introduced themselves as rugby players from the local University. Because of my limited experience with men I thought that they were all bloody gorgeous!
Stacey and Angela quickly disappeared because they didn’t like students; leaving me and Gemma dancing with a couple of hunks. We soon retired to the bar and a tall statuesque blonde fella with a bent nose began drunkenly talking to me while his friend got us some drinks. I was mesmerised by his good looks but still had enough sense to make sure Gem was close by; even if she did have her tongue down a shaven headed guy with no neck’s throat.
With sober hindsight the guys acted like lions in the jungle separating the wildebeest from the herd before they each ‘went in for the kill’!
“I’m Grant,” the big blonde guy shouted into my ear without ever taking his eyes off my chest, “that’s Si getting the drinks. What’s your name?”
“Laura.” I replied as Si handed me a bottle of green alcopops.
“Luscious Laura.” Grant slurred as he tried to keep the drool in his mouth as his face hovered over my bosoms.
Grant and Si made small talk, but to be honest I could hardly hear what they were saying and was just revelling in the attention that they were paying to me and my bosoms. After half an hour Gemma grabbed my arm and dragged me to the toilets. She pulled me inside the cubicle and without batting an eyelid lit a cigarette, pulled her jeans and thong down to her knees and squatted over the bowl while she peed. I was absolutely stunned and couldn’t take my eyes away from between her legs as she was completely pubeless and I could see the pee scooting from between her curly labia.
“So what do you think?” Gemma asked; as she wiped her puss with a tissue then pulled her knickers up while her fag dangled from her lips.
“Sorry?” I replied; not knowing what the Hell she had just said.
“They’ve asked us back to a flat for a party.” She earnestly told me as she motioned for me to replace her on the toilet. I guessed that this was commonplace between the girls and not quite as kinky as I thought it was, so lifted my dress up to my waist and pulled my new white silk knickers down and squatted over the bowl. Although I needed to pee, I couldn’t get anything to pass.
“Stage fright?” Gemma laughed as she exhaled a plume of smoke from her cigarette. “Shove a finger up; that usually works when I’m pissed.”
I nervously smiled and squeezed until my pee flowed naturally.
“So?” Gemma returned to her previous subject, “Do you want to go back to the flat for a party?”
“But there are only two of us.” I said as I modestly wiped my puss and quickly pulled my knickers up.
“Well,” she grinned and curled her lip before taking another drag, “he said it was a party but he just wants to fuck the arse off me and I’m more than fucking willing after feeling that fucking monster between his legs.”
I looked shocked as Gemma finished her cigarette and threw it into the bowl.
“We can get a taxi home after I’m finished.” She winked and flushed the toilet, “what do you say?”
“I’m game!” I giggled.
“Don’t let that big fucker hear you say that or else he’ll fuck you six ways sideways!” Gem giggled as she squeezed my bum on the way out.
The three rugby players were waiting for us right outside the toilets (making sure we hadn’t escaped).
Two minutes later the five of us were in the back of a black cab. Gem was straddling the guy with no neck and he was blatantly playing with her boobs inside her blouse. I was sitting between Grant and Si, who were both making no attempt at conversation – just leering at my boobs and telling me how ‘fucking fantastic’ they were.
“They’re as big as my head!” Grant drunkenly laughed as he suddenly buried his face between them to prove his point. I did nothing to stop him and clung onto Simon to stop falling off the seat as the taxi hurled around a corner.
“How big are they?” Simon asked as Grant threw an arm around my shoulder and pulled my chest towards him so he could lick the crevice between my globes.
I couldn’t stop giggling and managed to tell him, “36EE.”
“They’re fucking amazing”, he slurred as he began stroking and cupping my left boob with his big hairy hand while Grant mauled the other without moving his face. “I bet you give amazing titty-fucks,” Si whispered as he slid his hand inside my dress and caressed my boob through my soft bra.
Not knowing what he meant I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled innocently.
“You don’t know what a titty-fuck is, do you?” He cackled as he squeezed my boob through my bra. “That’s when I stick my cock between these whoppers and you jiggle them until I cum.” He was now scratching my nipple with his fingernail making it get very stiff and noticeable.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head at the thought.
“Are you going to give me a titty-fuck?” Si asked with a twinkle in his eye. I nodded furiously and pulled Grant further into my bosom.

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