#accidentalorgasm

“So you’re saying if I keep pulling this zipper down you’re going to spurt all your cum into your pants...”

*twitch*

“Hnn... Yes...”

*twitch*

“Even if I pull it down just a little bit like this..?”

*twitch twitch* “Hmmf... Ugh... Yes...”

*twitch TWITCH*

“I can’t even pull it down half-way, like this, without making your cock twitch and leak?”

*twitch throb twitch*

“Unnnnf... Please... Please stop...”

*throb throb throb*

“Surely I can go a little further? You can’t even see my nipples yet, the sight of my breasts bursting out of my top can’t be enough to make you prematurely explode in your pants, can it?”

*throb throb THROB*

“I can’t... I can’t...”

*THROB THROB THROB*

“Aw come on baby, I’ve almost got it all the way down. Hold on for just a few more seconds... You can do it...”

*ziiiiiiiip*

*THROB THROB THROB*

“Don’t you want to see them? Don’t you want to see my amazing titties? All you have to do is hold it... Hold it... Hold it.....”

*spurt*

“Ahhh fuuuuuuckkk...!”

*spurt SPURT SPURT*

“Oh no!”

*SPURT spurt spurt*

“Noooooo...”

*spurt dribble dribble*

“Oh look! You’ve soaked through your pants! Look at that massive wet spot hahaha! Oh dear, well I guess you didn’t really want to see my titties after all. And I almost had them all the way out... Too bad... Guess I’ll just put them away, there’s no way you’ll be good to go again tonight, not after a load that big...”

“Hurry up and snap the pictures, it’s freezing out here!” Olivia draped the faux-fur blanket over her shoulders and posed as Chuck fumbled with his camera. When his friend Olivia had mentioned that she wanted to start a career as a glamour model, Chuck had been nothing but supportive. And when she’d shyly asked him if he’d help her put her first portfolio together, he’d become very supportive. Olivia was a smoking hottie just dressed for a casual hang, he couldn’t wait to see her posing for him wearing almost nothing. But volunteering to be her photographer had seemed like a much better idea inside, near the fire.

Chuck finally got the focus right and began snapping. Even rugged up as he was, the biting cold had him shivering. But photographing Olivia in her skimpy little bikini was making a lie of any such thing as ‘shrinkage.’ From the moment she’d stepped out of the bathroom in her barely-there bathing suit he’d been rock hard, his cock twitching in time with every jiggle of her large, soft breasts, and throbbing even harder as he trailed after her out into the yard, helplessly mesmerised by her fantastic ass. Half the reason he’d struggled to get the camera set-up had been the immense distraction of her bare flesh, which he’d so often fantasised about. She changed poses, draping the fur so that just a tantalising glimpse of her ass was visible over the fabric. Chuck took another few shots, hoping his simple jeans were enough to hide his pulsing erection.

“Okay, now uh...” Olivia turned back to face him, “I need... You know... Some body shots...” She blushed slightly, despite the cold, “If you don’t mind.”

“W-what were you thinking?” Chuck gulped, his cock straining like a hot iron rod against the cold denim fabric of his jeans. The rubbing sensation was starting to get him, sending little shockwaves of pleasure rippling up into his stomach and down through his thighs.

“Just a few close-ups of...” She gestured at her chest, “But if you’re not comfortable with it I understand!”

“No! Uh, I mean, I agreed to help, so...” Chuck looked back through the viewfinder, zooming in on her chest, trying to keep an eager leer off his face. Olivia shrugged the fur off her shoulders, draping it in such a way that it revealed the entirety of her ample bosom. He drank in her flawless skin, the soft contours of her breasts, the slightest jiggle as she shifted from one foot to the other. The throbbing in his pants grew in intensity as he stared, the sensitive head of his cock being pushed harder and harder against the rough denim. He snapped a photo, and then another.

“How do they look?” Olivia asked.

“Incredible...” Chuck whispered to himself, then added, loud enough so that she could hear, “Not bad, lighting’s good out here.”

“Should I do something else?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know... Push them together, or something?” Chuck’s cock surged in his pants. The idea of Olivia fondling her breasts - at his request - almost pushed him over the edge. Sure, when he’d dreamed about this, it hadn’t been in this exact scenario, but still...

“Uh yeah, you could try that...” He licked his lips, the cold air going unnoticed as the fire raging in his body drove out the chill, “Or even, you know, bounce them a little...”

“Bounce them?” Olivia sounded more amused than put-off by his suggestion. He switched the selector on the camera over to burst mode, setting the ISO high to reduce the motion blur.

“Y-yeah. It’ll give the whole thing a, uh, spontaneous-...” God why did I use that word? “-...uh, action feeling, you know?”

“Oh... Okay...”

Olivia slipped her hands up under her breasts, cupping them, and began to jiggle them lightly. Chuck stared, slack-jawed, barely able to do more than breathe and drown in the pleasure surging through his cock. Olivia interpreted the lack of shutter clicks as encouragement to do more, so she picked up the pace. He zoomed a little closer, totally lost in the sight of her big titties bouncing in her hands. Without realising he was doing it, Chuck began rocking back-and-forwards in place, rubbing his cock against his jeans in time with her bounces, each subtle thrust bringing him more and more pleasure. He groaned a little as the sensations began to peak.

“Should I go faster?” Olivia asked, a little breathless.

“Uhhh...” He half-moaned in reply. She increased the tempo anyway, her boobs almost leaping out of her little bikini as she kneaded her chest. Chuck froze as his tingling, leaking cock reached its breaking point. He was on a knife’s edge, but desperate not to go over the edge and actually lose it in his pants. He grit his teeth, riding the edge, determined not to cum...

“Chuck!” Olivia interrupted his concentration, refocusing his attention on her big bouncy boobies as she jiggled them in front of him, “It’s cold! Hurry up and shoot!”

He groaned and threw his head back as his cock exploded. Pleasure wracked him, making his knees weak, as jet after jet of hot cum shot into his pants. He heard the distant whir of the shutter as an involuntary spasm caused his finger to press down on the shutter-release.

“Oh my god Chuck what the fuck?” Olivia shouted.

“S-sorry...” He moaned, as the last drop of cum in his balls twitched into his now saturated jeans, “I-... I didn’t mean...”

“You’re disgusting!” She span and stormed back towards the house. Chuck shouted another apology and moved to follow her, but discovered a new, and more pressing, issue: His rapidly deflating cock was now stuck, painfully, to his jeans. His premature cream had frozen, sticking his member to his pants as surely as a foolhardy kid’s tongue to a lightpole. He waddled after her, aware that she’d be gone long before he could crabwalk his way to the house. 

You finally convinced Kristy to go out with you, mostly by impressing her with the suggestion that you owned a boat. I mean, sure, it’s just a little tinny, and technically it belongs to your uncle, but still, a boat’s a boat. The weather was unseasonably warm, but even so you were more than a little surprised when Kristy turned up in a skimpy red bikini.

“Ready to go?” She asked sweetly.

“Uh, yeah...” You replied, feeling ready to go in more ways than she realised. The sight of her massive, soft breasts barely contained by that little top sent the blood surging to your cock. It sprang to life in seconds, and only a quick turn to the boat kept Kristy from noticing the bulge in your trunks. You climbed aboard, and stretched out your hand to help her in. As her fingers brushed yours, you felt a little electric thrill run through you, setting your stomach fluttering and your cock twitching.

“I thought we’d just cruise up the river to this little dockside bar,” You say, just managing to avoid leering down her top. You search through your backpack for the pair of mirror-shades you know are in there somewhere, glancing up to try and make occasional eye-contact with her.

“Sounds good,” She smiled and looked around at the scenery, “You know, I’ve always really enjoyed boating, and...” She kept talking, but her words disappeared into the dull roar of blood in your ears. With the mirror-shades firmly on, you were availing yourself to a more detailed look at the boobs you had been dreaming about for months. Large, soft. perfectly formed... You were lost in the depths of her cleavage, aware only of the incredible sight of her enormous breasts, and the aching hardness of your cock straining against the fabric of your shorts.

“...So lets get going!” She flounced back onto her bench, her breasts bouncing and wobbling as she did so. You groan and fold over, doubled-in-two by the sudden surge of pleasure in your cock, afraid that you were going to go over the edge and explode in your pants right there. You manage to pull yourself back from a huge orgasm, feeling the precum leaking out of your cock as you slowly return to a sitting position, every fractional rub of the fabric of your trunks sending another tremor through you. Kristy has a concerned look on her face: “Are you okay?” She asks.

“Y-yeah...” You manage, “Just... A little seasick, I think...”

“Seasick!” She laughs, but only teasingly, “We haven’t even left the pier yet!”

“I know, it’s terrible. I just need to...” You reach into your backpack, and mime taking something, making a show of swallowing. “There, I’ll be okay now.”

“Good, I’d hate for our little outing to be over before it really began...” She smiled coyly at him, “Let’s get going.”

As you busied yourself preparing the boat to cast-off, you used the distraction to calm yourself down. It works... At least, it was working, until Kristy leaned back in her part of the boat and began applying suncream to her neck and chest. You feel your erection start to swell again. With a final kick you push the boat away, and start off down the river at a nice, gentle pace. The outboard is old, and your uncle has warned you time and again against pushing it. You exchange smalltalk for a while: siblings, sports, gossip from work. The whole time you struggle - and fail - to keep your eyes off Kristy’s breasts as they gently bounce and jiggle with the movements of the boat. After a while you lapse into an almost comfortable silence.

“Hey,” Kristy says after a few minutes, and you jump, snapped out of your breast-induced reverie; had she finally noticed... “How fast can this thing go?”

“Uh, pretty fast, I think...” You struggle to remember, shifting in your seat to try and relieve the pressure on your stiff cock. It was trapped up against the waistband, every movement running the head of your penis against the ribbed fabric of the swimwear, sending waves of ecstasy through your groin.

“Let’s take it up a notch. I want to feel the wind...” She grins at you and clicks her fingers, the motion causing her breasts to jiggle even harder. You swallow and nod, your cock in agony. As you increase the throttle and the boat speeds up, it starts to hit the small waves harder, with each hit your cock is forced harder against the fabric of your shorts, and Kristy’s breasts jump a little more in her small red bikini.

You push the throttle a little harder. Kristy has thrown her head back, letting the breeze wash through her scalp, her chest pushed out towards you. Your cock is pressed even harder, the rubbing has become semi-regular, and you feel it start to twitch even between the waves. Her glorious boobs are in a constant state of motion, bouncing in her top, jiggling seductively... Luckily this part of the river is clear, because you can’t take your eyes off them. 

The faster you go, the more her breasts leap in her bikini top, and the better your cock feels. You push the throttle harder. It feels so good. She’s so sexy. You push it harder, go faster, feeling better, her tits bouncing more and more and more...

Then it all happens at once. You hit an especially hard wave, and the force causes the boat to leap out of the water for a moment... The millisecond of freefall is enough to cause Kristy’s bikini to fall away, exposing her boobs to the wind. That second burns into your consciousness, every detail perfectly clear, bypassing your brain and going straight to your cock: The soft contours of her breasts, the pert pink nipples hardened by the cold wind and the excitement of the ride, everything looking so good, so fuckable...

Then the boat hits the water again, and your cock is forced into a few seconds of constant contact with your ribbed waistband. The pleasure crests and almost pushes you over the edge. You clench your thighs and try to hold it, and succeed for a second, for a second... Kristy claps her hands over her breasts, and tries to fondle them back into her top, her hands having trouble finding traction on the soft, supple skin made slick by water and suncream. You’re clenching everything, you can’t... you won’t...

“Shiiiiiiii-...”

You lose it. Cum shoots out of your cock and fills your trunks, soaking through them in seconds. The force of the orgasm both doubles you over and forces your legs out, and you can’t stop your hips from thrusting as you dry-hump your own shorts, your aching cock hungry for more sensation. Trying to delay it only heightened the sensation, and you’re cumming more than you can ever remember. You grab your dick through your shorts to try and stop it, only to see a creamy glob of your own semen push its way through the crotch of your trunks, immediately followed by another as your dick keeps pumping your pants full of cum. You glance at Kristy, her tits once again hidden in her top, hoping, somehow, that she hasn’t noticed... But her face is aghast.

Then the old outboard cuts out, stranding the two of you in the middle of the river. You turn and try to kick it over again, your face is burning, your cock rapidly shrinking in your sticky trunks, too ashamed to face Kristy, but the outboard has had it... It won’t turn over... Eventually, you turn to face her, humiliatingly aware of the massive stain on the front of your shorts. You’ll have to swim for shore. This date is definitely over...

“Excuse me, sir. Can you point me in the direction of Fantasyland?”

"Uhh...” Your jaw goes slack as the sight of the woman’s gigantic boobs switch your brain off. Your pants tighten dramatically as your cock swells, the pressure quickly becoming uncomfortable. These men’s bellhop uniforms might look good, but they’re carefully tailored and don’t leave a lot of room in the crotch.

“Oh no...” She sighs, “You’re one of those...”

“T-those..?” You mumble, trying to ignore the frantic twitching in your pants.

“A preemie,” She replies.

“Preemie?” You echo dumbly. You’re caught in some kind of feedback loop... Every time you glance at the customer’s incredible titties, your cock twitches... And every time your cock twitches, it rubs against your satin boxers, causing a surge of pleasure, which in turn causes your cock to twitch, which in turn causes a surge of pleasure...

“A minute man. A two-pump chump,” She rolls her eyes at your uncomprehending, empty stare, “A premature ejaculator.”

“Oh...” You feel like you should deny the accusation, but stringing the argument together is too hard. Sure, no one’s ever called you a stud before or anything, but...

She shrugs, and her boobs bounce in her top. Your gaze drops magnetically back to them, and your cock begins oozing precum into your boxers.

“It’s okay,” She reassures you, “Trust me, I’m used to it.”

You nod, struggling to keep your eyes up. Your cock feels incredible, every throb is sending a shockwave of pleasure shuddering through you. You grope blindly for the handrail as another wave of pleasure rips through you, almost doubling you over, the consequence of failing to keep your eyes off her tits once again.

“Hey, are you okay?” She asks, taking a step towards you. You back up involuntarily, aware that her close proximity might be the trigger to push you over the edge. A light of understanding enters her eyes, and she gasps with horror, “You... You’re not about to cum in your pants, are you?”

You mumble some incoherent denial, but nod all the same. The damp spot in your boxers is growing, and every time your eyes fall on her tits, your cock throbs a little harder, and the damp spot gets a little bigger. The crowd ebbs and flows around your station, none of them aware of the titanic struggle occurring nearby. You can’t cum, not like this, not at work surrounded by families...

“Oh no!” She says, distress evident in her voice. She closes the distance between you, her giant breasts just inches from your chest. Her close proximity is causing your cock to throb wildly. She glances around at the crowd, her eyes concerned, as she stands up on tip-toes, leaning in even closer. You can feel the hot load of cum building up at the base of your cock, barely held in check by the force of your will. You can smell her sweet perfume, feel the heat radiating from her ample chest. The satin of your underpants is starting to cling, heightening the sensation on the head of your throbbing, twitching, helpless cock. She puts her lips up to your ear, her breasts brushing against your chest, and she asks with concern: “There’s a lot of people around. Do you think you can hold it?”

You grab your cock with your free hand and grip it, trying to stop the twitching, trying to stop the inevitable... 

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” The woman backs up a step, her hands flying to her mouth in surprise. The motion pushes her breasts together, setting them rocking in her tight top. You try to keep your eyes off them, try to look at anything else, but they’re so big, so soft, so...

A stream of cum explodes into your boxers. Your hand falls to your side uselessly as you throw your head back and let out a long moan. The best orgasm of your life tears through you, with nowhere to go but into your pants. As the last spurt of cum in your balls is released, bursting through your boxers and soaking into your uniform, you lean heavily against the rail, barely able to keep from sinking to the ground in exhaustion. You lock eyes with the woman, seeing in her eyes a mixture of emotions: pity, horror, maybe a little triumph...

“So... Uh... Fantasyland?” You ask, lamely.

“Yeah...”

“Down that way, take two lefts, then past the rollercoaster.”

“Okay, thanks!” She takes another step backwards, her eyes settling on your crotch for just a second. There’s definitely something triumphant in her look. “Sorry about the mess.”

You glance down. The front of your pants look like the aftermath of a shift at Splash Mountain.