Consolation Prize

When I was 13, my family moved to a new neighbourhood in Greater Vancouver. Soon after we got there, I started ejaculating and it wasn’t long before I was blowing big, messy loads via masturbation. Like all teenage boys, I desperately wanted to fuck girls from school but this remained entirely in the realm of masturbatory fantasy. Then, one fine day, one of my good friends told me about a girl at our high school named Kathie. She was 14, like the rest of us, and I’d never really had anything to do with her. Nothing against her, but she just didn’t strike my fancy.

The most notable thing about Kathie was her immense breasts. The “joke” was that she got her bras at a tent and awning store and at first glance it did seem impossible that she could maintain balance and even walk. Her back must have been in constant agony. She therefore got a lot of attention from the gallant swains of the area, and her mother had her put on birth control pills as a precautionary measure. This backfired spectacularly, because once she was freed from the fear of pregnancy, Kathie became extremely sexually active despite her relatively young age. Except with me.

In fact, it seemed as if I was the only guy in our crowd she wouldn’t screw. I certainly tried my luck and was repeatedly shot down in flames. She had known the guys she was having sex with (sometimes in group sessions) for quite awhile and that didn’t apply to me. Obviously, this was her prerogative but to a 14-year-old horndog chronic masturbator, it was totally frustrating. I wanted release with her so very badly - I’d had one handjob experience in my life to that point.

Finally, I ran into Kathie as we were leaving the local general store after getting off the school bus. I guess none of the guys from our group was around, because she invited me to come over to her house for “some fun.” She made it abundantly clear sex was still not in the cards for us, but said I could jerk off for her as she liked to watch guys cum. Off we went - her parents didn’t get home from work for a few hours yet.

We went to Kathie’s bedroom as soon as we got to her house. I made to get a necking session going, but she wasn’t having it. She took off her top and then her bra. Her tits flopped loosely - she had a minimum of a D cup even at 14 - but her nipples were spectacular. She pointed to my crotch and told me to “do it.” I happily dropped my jeans and underwear and liberated my throbbing, precum-leaking cock.

I stroked myself slowly, moaning in pleasure as I gorged my eyes on her huge boobs. I managed to edge for a bit, building up my cumload, but it was obvious to me that I was going to explode soon. Kathie seemed to sense this, and cupped her knockers in her hands, holding them out for me to cum on. I lost what little control I had, and jacked off my slick cock frantically. I came hard for Kathie, blasting her tits with several creamy ropes of cum. She held her breasts up until my balls were drained and she was dripping in my paste, told me I’d “shot a real nice wad,” and went into her bathroom to clean my jizz off her boobs. Then she came out and told me I could leave.

I never was to fuck Kathie, but somehow it didn’t matter after our titty cum session was in my wank bank. She got married into a very wealthy family just after our high school graduation, so things worked out well for her.