Stacey's Tits

Your eyes glaze over as you watch the large mounds on Stacey’s chest, the perfect hemispheres hanging off of her body, straining to break free. You feel that you have just the right solution to alleviate their predicament. Gritting your teeth for a second, the world suddenly pauses.

The deafening silence surrounds you, one that you’ve heard a few times before, but still find creepy. You get out of your desk, and approach the one in front of you. Stacey’s eyes are pointed forwards, looking bored as she usual seems to be with school. She’s never really had a thing for you, and you guess it’s just because you’ve never been cool enough for her.

Now, you lustily savor the look of her cleavage that you can see. The image nearly rips out your concentration, but you focus again, not wanting your fun to end so quickly. You place your hands on her tits, feeling them and massaging them, the soft, pliant flesh so warm in your hands. Unable to resist temptation, you quickly unbutton her blouse, revealing that, as usual, she’s not wearing a bra.

Her tits spring free, the large D-cups having been your wet-dream for a while now. You hold one in each hand, savoring the feeling. You rub them and poke at them, knowing that her nipples won’t grow hard, but you enjoy the feeling of her massive rack regardless. Still concentrating on your abilities, you put your head down to her left nipple, and suck on it, rolling your tongue across her beautiful flesh.

Stacey’s eyes continue to gaze forwards, and you flick your attention to them for a brief moment before continuing to play with her tits. You satisfy yourself for a couple of minutes, before deciding your boner absolutely needs to be dealt with. Stripping off your pants with a quick motion, your cock springs free, ready for use.

You pick Stacey up from her chair, copping a lovely feel of her ass and her tits on the way, and set her laying down on the ground. Sitting on her waist, your dick lies between her two massive globes, just waiting to fuck. You push her breasts together as you move your dick quickly in, and then out again.

It’s hard to build a rhythm without someone helping you, but you manage, gritting your teeth, focusing on the rough sensations of her breasts and the time simultaneously. It’s a harder task than you would think it would be, and you can’t help but moan out loud as you thrust your dick through her soft breasts.

A while later, you feel the urge in your balls too strong to resist, and you spill your cum across Stacey’s chest, the white substance spilling across her beautiful tits. For a fraction of a second, your concentration breaks, surprised as you are at your audacity, the knowledge of what you did finally sinking in.

The class blinks at what happened staring at Stacey for the briefest of a moment before you pause time again. You think to yourself that you can fix the problem, and you hurriedly give Stacey’s tits one last feel, rubbing them hard, before you put on your pants again. You then put on her blouse carefully, although you leave your cum on her chest, and carry Stacey back onto her chair. She looks just like she normally does, although some members of the class are looking oddly at the location where the two of you were just moments ago.

You get back into your seat in a position that was similar to the way you were before, and finally release the flow of time. It had been gradually building up against you, like water against a dam, while you had stopped time, and the release put out a great pressure in you. You sigh in relief, before you hear a scream from in front of you.

“What the fuck?”, Stacey cries out, her hands instinctively moving up to her chest. A couple of boys gaze at her breasts, as if they want a piece of it, while the rest of the class is looking completely confused. Do they think they just imagined what just happened, or do they actually believe it? After all, nobody can move that fast, right?

What does the class think?