L.C.T.F. Ch. 11

'Yes,' I gulped, heart pounding. 'It would be very interesting for me to see a pair of breasts that have developed so quickly in so short a space of time.' I looked around the class. 'Have you girls all seen them naked?'

The girls looked at me and shook their heads silently.

'Not since her most recent growth spurt.' said Coralie. 'Stephanie has been showering alone for the past couple of terms. The last time any of us saw her bare breasts would have been a few cup sizes ago.' She turned her attention back to Stephanie. 'Go ahead, Stephanie.'

'OK,' said Stephanie, 'here goes.' She reached one hand behind her back and deftly snapped open the hooks of her bra band. The tension released, and with nothing to hold it down, her bust bounced up toward her chin by at least an inch, the large balconette cups now suspended loosely from them. Self-consciously, she teased the straps from her shoulders, and pulled the entire garment away to a collective gasp from the entire room.

You have got to be fucking kidding me, I thought.

Once they had sloped gently outwards from her torso, starting just below the level of her collarbone, Stephanie's F-cup breasts were pretty much perfectly semi-spherical. They were like Jessica Rabbit cartoon tits, the kind a horny teenager would draw in the back of a school textbook. They were each about the size of halved honeymelons. Soft, ripe, fleshy honeymelons. They glowed a warm pink in the setting afternoon sun, hovering weightlessly before her as though held aloft by little winged cherubs. The slight effort of setting the bra on the back of a chair had set her chest into gentle quivering undulations: the small soft pink nipples that sat two thirds of the way up the stately pleasure-dome expanses of her tits and squinted outward in perfect symmetry, danced in little wobbling patterns, drawing invisible figures of eight in the air. It was instantly evident that this movement was getting Stephanie a little turned on already, as her face and throat blushed an even deeper scarlet and her heavily-lashed eyes fluttered half-closed over her green eyes.

'Fucking hell Steph!' exclaimed one of the Jo's. 'Your tits are amazing!'

'Settle down girls,' boomed Coralie, 'No more interruptions until Stephanie has finished reading.' She spoke more gently to Stephanie. 'Well done for sharing your body with us Stephanie, you're doing very well indeed.'

'Thank-you Miss St John,' said the incredible-titted topless schoolgirl. She picked up her essay from the desk and held it in front of her chest to read. And not a moment too soon did she obscure those phenomenal boobs from view, as I was two seconds from unloading very messily down my trouserleg.

"My breasts are now very large, but still sit as high on my chest as they did when they were C-cups," read Stephanie aloud. "Whereas they used to have a perkier, pointier shape, they have now rounded out and my nipples have remained the same size, sitting slightly higher on each breast as the lower portion of each breast has swollen bigger than the tops. They are not as firm as they used to be, and I don't know why they don't sag more than they do, but I consider myself lucky that they bob about up here under my chin. My nipples are not especially sensitive: instead my breasts are sensitive all over. I think of them as two huge nipples. There is not a single part of my boobs that I can touch that doesn't make me tingle all over. I have read that this is unusual in large breasts, so I assume I must be different to most women. I like the fact that I don't need a bra to have a deep cleavage, and I hope my breasts stay this way for a long time. I hope I can find a boyfriend who appreciates big breasts and doesn't just think I am fat because of them. Although most boys prefer flat chested skinny girls, I look forward to spending time in a relationship with a boy who enjoys what I have to offer. In our sex education lesson we learnt about intermammary sex, which with the right partner I feel would be a mutually enjoyable sexual activity, and I hope one day to master it as a skill."

Stephanie lowered the paper and smiled at Coralie and me. 'That's all I wrote.'

Coralie rose, beaming proudly, and pattered her hands together in busy applause, which the class of girls joined in with mechanically, their still being slackjawed with fascination at the busty perfection on nude display at the front of the class.

'Well done Stephanie, that was an excellent essay,' said Coralie. 'I think an important lesson to learn is that no matter how perfect your breasts are - and I know you all have exceptional bodies otherwise you wouldn't be in this special after school class - it is always of utmost importance that you wear a properly-fitting brassiere. This is primarily to stop your chest from bouncing too much when you walk, because although you yourself might not find it particularly bothersome, the bouncing can be painfully distracting for men, whose potentially unwelcome lecherous attentions you may find yourself having to endure as a consequence. Yes Emily.' Coralie pointed to the ash-blonde with the low-slung but perky pair.

'Will Stephanie's bare breasts have given Mr Leyton an erection?' she asked impudently to a peal of giggles from the class.

'Although you all snigger childishly,' chided Coralie, 'That is in fact an excellent question, Emily. Mr Leyton?'

This wasn't going to end well. 'Yes, I am in fact fully erect,' I confirmed with a smile that was a stiff as the poor priapic cock in my trousers.

'Josie?' said Coralie to the pert-busted brunette whose hand was raised.

'Miss, could we see Mr Leyton demonstrate intermammary sex on Stephanie?' said Josie with a glint in her eye.

They all turned to look at me. I honestly hadn't expected things to come to this.

'Mr Leyton?' said Coralie. 'Would you... mind?'

'It... it's really up to Stephanie,' I said.

'Oh I don't mind,' Stephanie hastened. 'I want to learn.'

I stood. There was an intake of breath around the classroom as my prodding boner became instantly evident, distending my trousers into an awkwardly tented shape. I was trying to avoid looking at Stephanie's comic-book breasts because they were exactly the type that would send me prematurely over the edge. Damn, if only I had skipped the pills this morning. 'Would you kneel here in the floor please Stephanie,' I said. The young woman did so as I unbuckled my belt and negotiated my trousers and boxers gingerly over my inconvenient erection until it sprang up stiffly, as twitchingly close to instant orgasm as it had ever been. Giggling and whispering filled the air.

I inched forward, aiming my cock directly at Stephanie's naturally-tight wobbling cleavage.

'Should I hold them?' she asked. Her hands still hung by her sides.

'No,' I said, 'just leave them there are they are...'

First the purple head of my cock, then the tender throbbing shaft slid gingerly forward into the eighteen-year-old's cleavage, her silky gravity-defying young orbs brushing my obscene veiny organ until it emerged, gasping, beneath her chin. And I came straight away. To my profound mortification, the inevitable ropes of long-pent-up jism scribbled their usual long lines in the air, the first payload getting as far as the teacher's desk (where, appropriately, it left its sticky white signature on Stephanie's printed essay), the subsequent blasts finding their way onto the floor behind the girl's back, her pretty ginger hair, and her face, chest, and eventually her perfect soft tits themselves. Figuring I had nothing left to lose, I helped myself to two greedy handfuls of Stephanie-tit. My fingers seemed to melt into the supernatural flesh, and Stephanie let forth an animal wail of pleasure. She, too, was reaching instant orgasm, and she started to violently shake her shoulders, shimmying her breasts free of my grasp and slapping them voraciously around my sporadically ejaculating penis.

'Can I go next please, Miss?' said Sally, followed straight away by a high-pitched clamour of needy requests from all around the room.

But the school bell rang, and the girls, students being students, simply packed their things and started to leave the room, passing me and Stephanie, my penis still languishing in exhaustion between her extraordinary tits.

'Looks like we're out of time,' shrugged Coralie. 'But thanks for coming.'

'Yes sir, thanks for coming,' said Stephanie, licking a strand of salty seed from her lip.

'My pleasure,' I panted.

Coralie turned to a page in her pocket diary. 'I think the girls would like to learn more. Same time next week?'