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L.C.T.F. Ch. 01

By: lctf



Emma stood in the doorway. She was there at the agreed time but it was nevertheless a surprise to see her. I didn't really get visitors out here in the remote reaches of south London, and I was amazed that she'd gone to the trouble of the journey from her home in Whitechapel.

'Hello Martin,' she smiled rather nervously. It was her manner.

'Emma, do come in out of the cold!' I ushered her into the small hallway of my apartment and we shared an embrace, her firm breasts drilling into me. Like a lot of girls in their late twenties and early thirties, she had got into this "vintage" fad, hair elaborately curled in 1940s pin-up fashion, and I guessed her sizeable bust had been squeezed into one of those pointy bras. But when I took her coat and she wriggled and hopped her way out of it, I couldn't help but notice how both breasts shook, to and fro, up and down, in a way that suggested either a remarkably unsupportive or... I stopped that train of thought dead in its tracks. It had been at least a week since I had last masturbated, and in this state it took very little to get me physically aroused, let alone a pair of large jostling sweater-puppies like Emma's.

We sipped tea, Emma perched with immaculate arched-spine side-saddle poise on the edge of the sofa, I sat on the piano stool. It was either that or plastic kitchen chairs.

'So, what's new?' we both said in chorus, then laughed, Emma nervously still, myself progressively so. She had suggested a new-year "catch-up", but when I in turn broached the idea of meeting in town for coffee, she had insisted with uncharacteristic force that she come round to mine, assuming that was fine by me of course, which it was, and here we were exchanging small talk on a snowy Sunday afternoon in early January. I was always more than happy to spend any amount of time in the company of this hourglass-figured bespectacled redhead, but this time the sense that beyond the small talk lay medium or even big talk was leaving me apprehensive.

'I've got a new boyfriend,' she blurted with a smile that bordered on the apologetic.

'Great news, congratulations,' I feigned delight as my semi-erection subsided in my boxers. 'Well? Who is he? How did you meet?'

They'd met through some vintage-themed online dating service, all waxed moustaches and corsets. Continuing to feign excitement on her behalf I insisted on seeing the profile picture she'd use. She called it up on her phone and showed me.

'Ah, ever the demure English rose,' I winked as I stared at the photograph with lust that was as barely-contained as the heaving bust strapped into the corseted ball gown she'd chosen to wear for the picture. 'Bet you didn't having a hard time snaring a fella with those,' I said, hastily correcting myself, 'I mean this... this picture.'

Emma blushed and unconsciously moved to cover her jutting bosoms with a small pale hand. 'Well he certainly seems very taken with me. The website insists on profile pictures in vintage dress, and I felt that this ballgown was my prettiest. Although,' she added upon reflection and renewed inspection of the photograph, 'I think it may now be a little small for my... My figure.'

I made a mental note of the website address, anticipating an enjoyable evening perving unashamedly over that picture of Emma's corseted cleavage and the other female profiles on the site.

'So, are things getting serious with this lucky gentleman?' I pried lasciviously.

Emma giggled, leaned forward, and put her hands on her stockinged knees, squeezing her breasts together in the process, a deep cleavage of red merino wool forming between them. 'We've met for tea a few times, we've kissed, and lately,' she cast her green eyes demurely to the floor, 'We've started exchanging our... you know....' I leaned closer. Emma flashed her green eyes back up at me. 'Our sexual fantasies. By text and e-mail.' My pulse started to race. 'Which is where I wanted to ask your advice, Martin, if I may.'

'Er, yes whatever I can do to help.'

Emma hopped to her feet with a smile, a twinkle of her eyes, and a heavy bounce of her tightly-sweatered chest. 'Great, I'm so pleased, Martin!' She beamed. 'You're such a good friend, I knew I could count on you!' She saw the mystification in my eyes and continued with hasty concern, 'Though of course if it embarrasses you to talk about these things and you want to stop, then just say so.'

'OK, sure,' I said, and, adopting my best bedside manner: 'So, what seems to be the problem?'

'Well,' Emma began in her plummy storytime voice, 'As you can imagine, we're building up to our first time of, you know, doing it, and this chap, in his texts and e-mails, keeps talking about something called "tit fucking". What does he mean?'

My jaw dropped. Firstly, I had never heard Emma use bad language, not once. Secondly, how could a woman of thirty with breasts like hers, never have heard of titfucking, never once been asked to do it? And thirdly...

'Why ask me?' I croaked.

Emma blushed further. 'Well, I think of the girls you've dated in the time I've known you, and figured if anyone's going to know anything about what boys like to do with...' she put her hands behind her back and gave her big chest a meaninful shimmy, 'Then you must be the boy to ask!' 

My heart pounded so hard I swore it must have been doing so visibly through my shirt.

'I mean, who's that girl I met, Jenni was it? Are you still seeing her?'

I shook my head.

'Oh I'm sorry,' Emma put her hands to her mouth in a gesture of dismay, I dismissed her sympathy with a smile and a wave of the hand. 'What happened?'

The same thing that always happens, I reflected. I become dangerously besotted with a slim, busty nymphomaniac, woo her, have several months of frequent, intense sex, get too obsessed, possessive, jealous, and we invariably agree to end things for our own mutual benefit. I then try to meet a nice, normal girl, but end up being led astray by my libido, over and over.

Of course, I didn't say this to Emma. 'It just didn't really work out. We're still friends.'

'But the sex, if you don't mind my asking, and don't answer if it's none if my business, but was that part of the reason things ended...?

'No no gosh no,' I said, 'the sex was great.'

'And did it involve...?'

'Titfucking? Yes, lots.' My penis started to thicken at the thought of Jenni's deep cleavage swallowing me whole and massaging me to sticky completion.

'And the girl before her, Alex was it?' I nodded. 'Her boobies were absolutely immense, especially considering how slim she was, the lucky girl. Mad as a hatter as I recall, but did you...? With her?'

'Yes, there was lots of titfucking in that relationship, too. And with the German girl, too. Did you ever meet her?

'Yes,' recalled Emma, 'Huge big bosoms. Well I'm glad I've clearly come to the right man! So. What is it?'

'What is what?'

'Tit fucking.'

'Well it's when a woman uses her breasts to make a man orgasm.'

'Really? That's it?' Emma looked relieved. I'm not sure what she had been imagining. 'Just by... looking at them?'

'Well...,' I began. Then: 'Couldn't you just look this up on the internet?'

'I couldn't possibly look up something like that,' Emma protested, wide-eyed. 'I'd be scared of what might come up, something illegal perhaps, and I'd end up on some pervert register or who knows what!'

'Okay, well, in answer to your question, it's not just by looking at the breasts concerned that the man achieves orgasm - although it's not out of the question, I myself have been driven to ejaculation by the mere sight of an attractive pair of breasts on numerous occasions,' Emma nodded seriously, as though taking mental notes. 'But no, the most common way for this practice to be performed is for the woman to take the man's erection between her breasts and proceed from there. Either by the woman taking the lead and massaging the, er, member with her breasts, or by the man taking the initiative and thrusting in and out. The important thing is for there to be friction of some sort, to stimulate the penis and bring about climax.'

Emma took all of this in, her eyes glazing over. 'So that's what Henry wants from me?'

'Does it sound unappealing?'

'No, no,' Emma replied hastily, 'On the contrary, it sounds like fun, but...'

'But?'

'But what if I get it wrong? It's easy enough for you to describe it like that, but there are so many questions, where do you put your arms, your legs, do you kneel, sit, lie down, it's a minefield!'

'It certainly is,' I chuckled. 'But finding these things out together is half the fun. You have to have a bit of a sense of adventure, and a sense of humour.'

'I'd rather not take the risk,' Emma frowned, sitting down again. An idea formed in her eyes, and she looked at me directly and purposefully. 'Now, Martin, feel free to say no, but... would you teach me?'

'Teach you?' My mind reeled.

'Yes. Teach me how to titfuck. All the different ways you mentioned.'

'I, I, I...'

'I know it would be weird in a way, with us being friends and everything, but we could go about it in a very matter-of-fact technical manner, as though you were teaching me to waltz or something. Oh please say yes. I'd pay you for your time, say fifty pounds an hour?'

'Well Emma, I really don't know--'

'Seventy pounds an hour? And I'd commit to several sessions in advance. I come round every week for, say, the next five weeks, and you train me in how to give the perfect titfuck, and every week I'll have some wonderful new sexual treat for my new boyfriend!'

Apart from the fact that I needed the money, I couldn't believe my luck. No-strings weekly hour-long titfuck sessions with a busty pretty-faced redhead I had fantasised about for years.

'What the hell, let's do it,' I said, 'Shall we start now?'

Emma hopped up and down on the spot, clapping her hands in glee, her chest turbulent. 'Oh yes! Wonderful! Yes please Mr Teacher sir, let's have our first lesson.'

I thought for a second about how to go about educating my eager young student. Still seated on the piano stool I spread my legs apart. 'Come here and kneel between my legs, facing me,' I instructed. 'And take one of the cushions from the sofa to kneel on.'

'Yes sir!' giggled Emma, clearly relishing the roleplay. She positioned the cushion between my feet and knelt down as instructed.

'We'll call this position 1,' I said, improvising. 'As you can see your bust is now level with my groin, placing it in the perfect position to comfortably accommodate my erect penis.'

'Shall we, then?' Emma gave me an innocent querying look.

'No need to be nervous,' I reassured her, 'it's just me after all, not your boyfriend. I'll start.'

I half stood up and unzipped my jeans, pulling them down a little to show my white boxer briefs. My semi-erection prodded obscenely forwards. Emma blushed at the sight of it and reached tentatively toward me.

'Shall I...?'

'Just pull the pants down,' I said. 'Without touching my member. If we're going to aim for pure titfucking then only your breasts should make contact with me, not your hands.'

Emma nodded obediently and carefully pulled the waistband of my Calvin Kleins down, down, pulling my erection down with it, until it finally passed downward and my cock, thick, heavy and half-erect, sprang up, pointing into Emma's face and bobbing unsteadily from side to side. The entire shaft was already sticky and glistening from the vast amount of pre-cum that had been seeping steadily out for the past half hour.

'Oh my goodness,' exclaimed Emma, 'Have you already orgasmed?'

'No,' I said, still surprised and intrigued (and turned on) by the young woman's naïveté. 'I have to confess I've been sexually aroused by the conversation leading up to this, so some seepage has occurred. But this is great because as you can see we now have a plentiful supply of natural lubricant to help things along.'

Emma smiled at how well things were going already. 'Shall I take my top off then?'

'Yes please,' I said, heart pounding and cock swelling.

Emma took the hem of her maroon sweater in her hands and peeled it up over her head, dropping it to the floor. Beneath it she was wearing a white shirt-sleeved thermal vest of some kind, and clearly nothing else, as the glorious natural shape, weight, and movement of her large breasts betrayed.

'I'm not wearing a bra,' Emma confirmed with a guilty grimace. 'Does that matter?'

'No, it doesn't matter,' I smiled, still marvelling at the busty spectacle before me, 'Though you'll need one for future lessons.'

'I understand, I'll make sure to wear one next week Sir.' Emma peeled off her vest and her naked breasts bounced and wobbled into view. They were absolutely extraordinary, alabaster-white and lightly freckled on top, each at least the size of her head, beautifully round, sloping upwards into soft peaks capped by small pale inverted nipples. They sat high on her chest, bobbing and swaying in blissful violation of the laws of gravity, and were close-set with a deep natural cleavage most women wouldn't achieve without a Wonderbra. My penis reached full, painful erection straight away, twitching madly, and it was all I could do not to lose my load there and then, so close had the sight of Emma's spectacular bare breasts pushed me to the brink of orgasm.

'Are they OK?' stammered Emma self-consciously. 'My boobies I mean? Can I use them to titfuck?'

'Well, you're off to a great start Emma. From a point of view of sexual aesthetics your breasts are really stunningly attractive, hugely arousing. See the effect you've had on me, simply by taking your vest off.'

Emma looked at my angry erection, then down at her abundant naked breasts, and beamed proudly.

I looked at the beautiful topless redhead with genuine concern. 'Has... Has no-one ever told you this before?'

'Oh goodness no,' she gave a forced laugh. 'My past boyfriends have never taken an interest in my bosoms. Never looked at them, touched them. When we've had sex they've rarely even wanted me to take my top off. I've felt like a bit of a freak, to be perfectly honest.'

Her eyes were welling up a little, so I pressed on.

'Let's get started shall we? So, for this first lesson, I'd like you to simply be creative and use your breasts to pleasure my penis. Remember, no hands, just breasts.'

Emma reddened and chewed her lip, looking at me quizzically. 'I really have no idea Martin.'

'Just have a go. Remember this is just the rehearsal for the real thing with your boyfriend, it doesn't matter what happens.'

Emma inhaled and exhaled deepl,y and inched toward me on her knees. Her jutting naked breasts hovered unsteadily either side of my erection. 'How about this?' She slowly started to shimmy her shoulders, setting her heavy udders into slow undulations. Leaning forward still further, and with her arms hanging awkwardly by her sides, her swinging breasts started to make contact with my cock, slapping it this way and that. Her skin was perfectly smooth, and her breasts impressively firm.

'Oh Christ! Oh fuck!' I groaned.

'Am I doing it wrong?' asked Emma, still shimmying her incredible breasts around my aching dick.

'No, keep going, keep going,' I replied. The combination of the sensation with the sight of the big naked jiggling knockers was driving me crazy. It had been one of Jenny's favourite ways of getting me off, but this was something else entirely, and Emma's wide-eyed innocence and obedience only added to the extreme horniness of the situation.

'Are my wobbling bosoms turning you on, sir?' Emma enquired cheekily.

'Yes Emma, they aaaaaarrrrgggghhhhh,' I howled in ecstasy as a rope of thick white cum erupted two feet in the air from the pulsing purple tip of my furious cock.

'Oh my gosh!' exclaimed Emma as the semen-garland landed partly on the carpet behind her, partly on her head, and partly draped down her spectacles, face, and down to her vigorously shaking tits. 'Should I stop?'

'No, God, no, don't stop, oh fuck, oh fuck!' Two more flying lassos of viscous milky spunk geysered upwards, the first, horribly, into my own face, the second partly into Emma's open mouth, the rest over her breasts again. 'Slow down, slow down,' I urged, as a fourth, fifth, and sixth load exploded forth onto the upper portions of the young woman's magnificent chest.

Decorated in my pent-up cum, and with a stunned look on her face, Emma rose slowly to her feet. Her big breasts swayed ponderously, thick semen descending from her pale nipples like icing off a cake. I sat, still reeling from the shock of how quickly and how powerfully Emma had made me orgasm with her bust.

'Did I... Did I do it wrong?' she stammered. There were tears building in her eyes.

'On the contrary Emma,' I panted. 'You were too good. That, and I hadn't cum since masturbating last weekend, so my balls were really full and my penis very sensitive.'

'And what about my technique?'

'Inspired, really a very good start. What we're going to have to work on is reining it in, drawing it out, letting the orgasm build very slowly.'

I stood with difficulty, stars swarming in my field of vision, and grabbed a box of paper towels from the windowsill, taking a few for myself, and handing the rest of the box to Emma.

'Thank-you,' she gulped, took a handful and started wiping herself down, her face, glasses, throat, and of course the expanding slick of semen that coated her beautiful big naked breasts which wobbled animatedly under the exertion. 'Now that you've... climaxed, does that mean we have to end the lesson?' she asked with a concerned frown.

I poured us both a glass of water, my overexerted cock still dangling thickly from my open jeans. 'No, let's carry on, that first orgasm was just to clear the pipes, so to speak, I just need a few minutes to catch my breath.'

'I'm so relieved,' she beamed through a small trickle of tears that merged with the remaining semen on her cheek, 'I thought I'd ruined it, just like I always ruin everything.'

'Now now, there there,' I said, 'Don't be talking like that! You just drove a man to a debilitatingly powerful orgasm in less than a minute with your very first titfuck! You should be proud of yourself!'

Emma smiled, snapped her heels together, and stood tall, arching her back, thrusting forth her firm, high, nude breasts to their fullest extent. They looked bigger and hornier than ever. She was still in her charcoal pencil skirt and black woollen tights. My tender, recovering penis lurched at the sight and I suppressed an agonised wince.

'Let's reflect on what basics we've learnt, then,' I sat down and gestured for Emma to do likewise. 'Firstly, the male member needs to be erect, ideally fully. Did you notice what happened when you took your vest off?'

'Yes sir,' Emma said, bright and alert. 'Your thingummy grew and got harder.'

'Very good. And can you remember what you did after that?'

'I shook my boobies?'

'Yes exactly, and what effect did that have?'

'You got even harder still.'

'Exactly. If there's one thing that's going to drive a breast man over the edge - and your chap is presumably very much a breast man - then that's shimmying, jiggling, bouncing, all of that kind of movement. Not over the top, just enough to give a sense of the weight and density of your breasts.'

'I think I'm quite good at that,' said Emma. 'I just have to shimmy my shoulders a little and my bosoms bounce around for ages.' She demonstrated. A brisk shrug was indeed all it took and her voluminous breasts were set into elastic jostling motion entirely under their own considerable momentum. 'It's as though they have a life of their own.'

'Indeed, Emma,' I marveled, eying her mammaries lasciviously as they swung autonomously to and fro, slapping audibly against one another like a Newton's cradle. My penis started to recover miraculously, thickening, stiffening, and rising anew. 'And as you can see, the jiggling is having exactly the effect we want.'


L.C.T.F. Ch. 02



The seed of a promising, lucrative, and sexually fulfilling business idea planted firmly in my perverted brain by the lovely Emma, I set to work that evening. The first task on my list was to put together some kind of application form or questionnaire that I could e-mail to Emma, as she had suggested. It didn't take long for me to think up the questions - it's amazing how quickly you can get things done when your libido is in charge.

*****

Diploma in Inter-Mammary Sexual Intercourse

The diploma covers the art and science of giving and receiving inter-mammary sexual intercourse (commonly known as titfucking) in an extensive variety of positions and styles, from the basics of a straightforward penis massage to more advanced hands-free and contactless techniques. Topics covered will include clothed and unclothed titfucking, types of lubrication, and how to maximise the duration of intercourse. The course will be tailored to the individual student's requirements as much as possible. Coursework assignments will be set, and students will be assessed on the volume and velocity of their tutor's semen emissions, culminating in a final exam at the end of the course.

*****

And so on.

I didn't have to wait too long for a response. A few hours later, my inbox pinged, and there was the completed document from Emma. I printed it out and settled down to read.

NAME: Emma Enderby

DATE OF BIRTH: August 8th 1984 (age 30)

CURRENT BRA SIZE (please note that we can only accept C-cup and above): 34EE

BRA SIZE HISTORY, by approximate year:

1999 - 28B

2000 - 28C

2001 - 30D

2002 - 32DD

2004 - 32E

2008 - 34EE/32G

HEIGHT: 5'4"

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight

PLEASE TELL US WHAT YOU HOPE TO GAIN FROM THIS COURSE:

"I have started dating a young gentleman with what appears to be a fetish for large breasts, who has expressed a desire to engage with me in the act of tit-fucking. Being unfortunately somewhat naive when it comes to unusual sexual practices, I seek expertise in this particular field so that I might gain in bedroom confidence and also please my partner in the manner he wishes. My understanding is that titfucking can be conducted in a number of different ways, and I hope to master all of them under the continued guidance of my tutor, coaxing him expertly to a powerful climax each time I use my breasts to stimulate his organ."

WHAT IS YOUR EXPERIENCE OF INTER-MAMMARY SEX? PLEASE DESCRIBE IN DETAIL ANY NOTABLE ENCOUNTERS. (N.B. These must be encounters where climax was achieved with the male member still between the breasts)

"As stated above, I have no previous experience of tit-fucking in a sexual context, although I do recall once accidentally causing a gentleman to orgasm with my bust, not realising that this counted as such. Five years ago I was working as a teaching assistant in a secondary comprehensive that was putting on a school production of an ancient Greek play. I knelt in front of one of the young actors, who can't have been older than eighteen, to help him fasten his toga correctly. My breasts stick out quite far even when braless (which I was on that occasion), and my position in front of him thrust them into his groin. As I struggled with the safety pin I felt his poor teenage cock harden and extend into my cleavage, and after a few seconds he began whimperingly to pump a vast quantity of young cum through the toga onto my blouse. It was mortifyingly embarrassing for both of us, and luckily he didn't tell the school or I imagine I would have been in quite a lot of trouble!"

Give a detailed written description of your breasts and your experience of living with them on a day to day basis. What do you like about then? How do they bring pleasure to you and those around you?

"I measure 37 inches around the fullest part of my bust, and 26 inches around the ribcage, which makes me a 30EE bra size. My breasts are round and slightly pointy, like most breasts I suppose, and very pale and slightly freckled like the rest of my body (typical redhead). They sit very close together, which makes it very difficult for me to wear underwired bras, but on the other it does mean I boast a lovely natural cleavage, and combined with the fact that my breasts sit quite high on my chest with small pale nipples (which are the inverted kind), means that I can usually go without a bra. They don't really bounce any more than they would do with an unwired bra, which is all I'd be able to wear anyway. I like the fact that they are so low-maintenance, and while my nipples aren't especially sensitive my breasts as a whole are, and I enjoy the pleasant tingling sensation when they move around under my clothing. Men often look at them, sometimes stare, but rarely comment. I like to imagine that they are too shy or awestruck, but in reality I imagine that they simply find me freakishly intriguing. Part of the reason I go braless is that while my bosoms stick out quite far all by themselves, when I wear a bra they look absolutely huge, and in my experience I seem to be less of a distraction in my natural freely jiggling state than in my torpedo-breasted upholstered state."

*****

By the end I had spunked my third (by now comparatively modest) load of the day into my pants simply from reading Emma's bust-themed musings. I replied briefly to the e-mail to acknowledge receipt, and retired, spent, to bed for the night.

The office next day was suddenly transformed from the usual clockwatching drudgery to a fantasy array of candidates for my new venture. Of course the practical matter of how to enlist students still presented a major stumbling block, but it was fun to speculate. How for instance would Siobhan from marketing react if I quizzed her on her breastfucking proficiency. Probably with a slap and a visit to Human Resources. She looked to be at least a D-cup, with an easygoing nature and a penchant for tight sweaters that suggested a young woman comfortable and confident with her figure, and presumably some sense of how to exploit its potential in the bedroom. She was single, to my knowledge, and liked a drink after work. Sex wasn't necessarily a taboo topic of conversation in the pub on a Friday evening, though.

One of the sales reps, Deborah, reminded me a lot of my bad-influence ex-girlfriends, lanky, slightly posh, quirky, and endowed with an absurdly abundant bust. Everyone in the company knew who she was, if not by name then as that woman with the huge tits and the grating laugh. I had a bad habit of forgiving a woman any personality defects if she had great boobs, which was undoubtedly why so many of my past relationships had gone so wrong so quickly. I had resisted the temptation to inveigle my way into Deborah's circle of friends, largely out of fear that I would do something I might regret.

'Martin.'

It was Tuesday. I snapped out of my daydream. Rebekah from I.T. loomed over my desk, her arms folded beneath a vista of exposed décolleté, the tops of her big breasts bulging from her low-cut cardigan under the pressure. Another one of the girls who gave me a reason to look forward to work. 'Rebekah, how can I help.'

'I found out yesterday that we have a friend in common,' she said slyly.

'Oh yes, who's that?'

'Emma Enderby.' Rebekah dropped the name purposefully, watching my reaction closely.

I played it cool. 'Small world. Yes I've known her for years, how do you know her?'

'The vintage scene,' Rebekah explained. 'We're both doing a steampunk dressmaking course, we've become friendly through that.'

'I didn't know she was into that. Steampunk dressmaking, eh?'

'Oh it's only been going for a couple of weeks. Kind of Victorian stuff, you know? Corsets and bustiers.' She winked and leaned on the cabinet by my desk, her tits spilling over her folded arms looking like they might completely escape any moment. It was as though she was trying to explain what a bustier was. I contemplated an inappropriate remark and swiftly reconsidered.

'And how did the two of you figure out you both knew me?' I was understandably keen to get to the bottom of this.

'Oh we were talking about night classes and that sort of stuff, and she was going on and on about this great guy Martin who had been helping her out with something, and she told me what he did for a living, and I thought, oh that sounds like you, and it turns out it was.'

'Well well!' Where was this going, I wondered.

Rebekah straightened up again, her chest rising from the cabinet. 'She wouldn't say what it was you were helping her with.' Her dark eyes surveyed me probingly.

'Well it's, uh, kind of private,' I said lamely.

'Hey, none of my business,' Rebekah raised her hands in surrender, gave me a wink and sauntered off. I watched her rounded bottom swing in her tight skirt as she crossed the office and thought back through the conversation. Was this a threat or an opportunity? Emma had clearly not given the game away, but surely it was now only a matter of time. The better the two women got acquainted, the closer my agreement with Emma was going to turn into workplace gossip. Though by its nature it was, I hoped, less prone to travel within a professional than a social environment.

So wrapped up in nervous speculation was I that I hadn't even noticed the rock solid erection I was nursing under my desk, Rebekah's heaving bust having taken its toll on my dirty mind. Ordinarily it would have been perfect subject matter for an evening wank, but I had to save myself for lesson two with Ms Enderby.

Sunday came around eventually, and about an hour before the lesson a text message arrived from Emma. She was on her way but had accidentally come out without a bra again. Would this be a problem? I swiftly replied explaining that, this time, we would make do. Of course, I had no real idea of what I was talking about, all I was fixated on was spending as much of the time between three and four p.m. indulging in the sublime erotic pleasure of Emma's succulent breasts, and to spin this situation out for as long as I could.

I took Emma's coat and drank in the sight of her weightlessly buoyant chest, straining at a floral blouse, intent upon pulling it out of her black culottes.

'What's this?' She asked, pointing at the tripod in the sitting-room where the lesson was to take place.

'Ah yes,' I said, 'I had a great idea: I'm going to film our lesson with my camcorder so you have some useful reference to revise from during the week.'

'How clever!' Emma looked at me in admiration. 'Full of ideas, aren't you!'

We sat and sipped tea. 'How did you find your written assignment?' I asked.

Emma bit her lip in her sexy way. 'It was difficult at first, writing about my breasts in that way. I have body-image and self-esteem issues I need to address, but I'm finding you're helping a lot with that. What did you think?'

'I found it very compelling,' I said, thinking back to how my pants had flooded with cum upon reading it. 'I like to see you open up.'

'Oh, now you mean? Open up my blouse?' Emma started to unbutton her blouse, her creamy natural cleavage coming into view.

'No, I meant more open up as in talking about yourself,' I explained.

'Silly me!' Emma laughed, turning scarlet.

'So, how was your week?'

'Well,' Emma lit up, 'I went to my dressmaking course on Monday night, and was telling one of the other girls all about you, and she's one of your work colleagues! Her name's Rebekah, you know her?'

'Yes,' I grinned, 'She mentioned it to me at work, how funny!'

Emma continued hastily, 'Of course, I didn't tell her what exactly we're doing here on Sunday afternoons. ' She mimed zipping her mouth shut. 'But Rebekah has quite a pair of bosoms on her, and don't pretend you've not noticed! I found it funny that I've now seen one of your co-workers topless.'

'You've seen her topless?' I echoed, rather too keenly.

'Oh yes, we're making and trying on corsets, I helped lace her into hers so of course I saw her naked breasts. They're even bigger than mine, and quite beautiful. She has the same problem as me with her nipples sitting quite high on her breasts, meaning they tend to peep out above the corset if you don't tuck them in properly beforehand. I bet she's good at tit-fucking.'

'I think you should find out.' I suggested. 'Ask her next time. Think of a way to bring up the subject, maybe over a glass of wine after the class.'

'You think so?'

'Yes, I do, it would be highly instructive for you to get a female perspective on the tit-tucking experience to complement my instructions.'

'I'll do my best!' Emma saluted obediently.

'Now, where did we leave off last time?'

Emma grimaced. 'You were demonstrating a male-dominant titfuck when I had the problem with my knickers and lost control of my jiggling bosoms, causing you to lose control and achieve climax too early.' She was evidently still beating herself up about it, but then her face brightened. 'I was thinking, if we try it again it would probably be prudent for me to remove my knickers entirely, to stop the issue from recurring.'

'Well,' I began.

'Oh please may I?' She persisted with a gentle whine. 'I'm also concerned about getting semen on my clothes, having seen how copiously and how far you manage to ejaculate.'

'In that case I have no objection,' I conceded, and set the camcorder to record. 'Shall we begin?' I unbuttoned and removed my jeans and boxers in one go, sitting on the sofa with my thickening cock resting on my thigh. My balls felt heavy after a week of abstinence. Emma stood across the room, inhaled, exhaled, and finished unbuttoning her blouse, parting it to bare her perfect porcelain breasts. I could have sworn they'd grown.

'I had a big lunch,' said Emma, as though reading my mind, 'And they tend to swell up after eating.'

I was speechless.

'Someone else is swelling too,' Emma winked, looking at my cock which was already fully erect. 'So nice to finally free my big beautiful bosoms from that tight blouse,' she said, dropping it carelessly to the floor. She was clearly launching into a bit of breast-talk, as per the previous lesson. 'I love to set these puppies free as soon as I get home, and enjoy the feeling of free movement.' Emma leaned forward and shook her breasts, straightening her back again to let them dance cheerfully atop her slender hourglass frame. 'You don't mind if I undress fully, do you?' she intoned teasingly.

'No, by all means,' I replied.

'No peeking,' Emma chided over her shoulder as she turned her back on me. She had been practising. Thrusting her rounded hips toward me, she slid her trousers down to the ground and stepped out of them. Her waist look teensy, tapering in from her voluptuous backside, clad in a pair of small pink Hello Kitty knickers. These too were dropped to the floor, and I was greeted with the intoxicating sight of her gorgeous buttocks, the same size as her breasts and every bit as thrusting and pert. She turned again to face me, now fully nude, her hand coyly covering her pubis.

Then, complete change of character back to normal embarrassed Emma. 'How was that so far?' She watched me, and my cock, for signs of approval.

'Lots to work on, obviously,' I said, 'But you've really progressed since last week.'

'Oh wonderful,' she relaxed a little. 'My heart's thumping so fast it's actually making my boobies quiver, look!' Indeed the shock tremors of the thump thump thump of her racing heartbeat was sending small ripples through her elastic tits.

'You can lie down now,' I said, 'And take up the position to receive my erection between your breasts.'

Emma lay down, and we repeated the previous lesson's process of allowing my throbbing erection to fall slowly into her delicious silky cleavage, whereupon I started to fuck gently back and forth. It felt utterly incredible.

'Does it feel nice to be fucking my tits, sir?'

'Yes, very,' I replied, in the understatement of the century. 'Note how in this position I control the level of stimulation I experience. Though of course,' I added, 'the bar is already set very high.' Straddling the naked young woman, I continued to thrust my cock between her phenomenal tits for several blissful minutes, as she held them with perfectly judged snugness either side of me. 'And now I can decide when to orgasm.'

'I understand, sir,' Emma said, as she stared in fascination at my disappearing and reappearing cock tip.'

'Here it comes,' I advised, 'and be warned that this is going to be a very forceful blast indeed. Please continue to hold your bosoms in place while I complete.' Emma nodded.

I barely even felt the first four ropes of pent-up jism as they flew from my shaft and straight over Emma's face onto the carpet behind her, so great was the sheer relief. The ejaculations that followed were accompanied by the most intensely orgasmic sensations through my groin and the rest of my body. Cum draped itself all over Emma's face and neck, and gathered in a thick creamy pool at the top of her cleavage.

'Oh sir!' Emma exclaimed. 'What a lot of cum! Did I do well?'

'Yes Emma, a great improvement on last week, certainly.'

Emma sat up and carefully scooped up the reservoir of semen from between her closely-set breasts with a handful of paper towels. 'Well I suppose it couldn't have been worse than last week's disaster, could it?' She was still careful to politely shield her pubic area from view.

'Now now, don't be so hard on yourself,' I said, collapsing onto a chair.

'That's your job, sir,' Emma replied brightly. 'To be hard on me. With your penis. Your hard penis. On my breasts, sir.'

'Yes Emma, I get it.'

Emma smiled proudly at her own innuendo. I hooked up the camcorder to the television and we watched the titfuck again. I was astonished at how far I ejaculated at the end of it, and Emma let out a gasp re-watching the succession of cumshots.

'Well done for cumming so hard!' she said. 'I guess that's because you haven't masturbated during the week? Or were you thinking of one of your busty ex-girlfriends?'

'My mind was entirely focused on the task in hand.'

'Can I have a copy of this?' she inquired.

'Certainly,' I said, 'That's the point, I want you to watch this and re-watch it, see what was effective, and what you could do better.'

'I will indeed,' Emma said.

The video ended, and I set the camera up again, this time to the side of the piano stool.

'While I regain my stamina,' I said, giving my exhausted, sore cock a gentle rub, 'May I ask, did you see your dating friend during the week?

'No, we didn't meet up in the end. We had lots of online conversations though. He continues to express admiration for my bust in the pictures I've sent him.'

'You've sent him topless pictures of yourself?'

'Oh no, heavens no, it's still a bit too early days for him to see my bare breasts,' Emma laughed, seemingly oblivious to the irony that here she was, not only stark naked before me, but with the remnants of a lagoon of cum drying between her boobs.

'And did the subject of tit-fucking come up?' I pried.

'Not explicitly. But it was clear from his suggestive remarks that he is still very keen on it.'

'We'd better press on then!' I said, standing and moving to the piano stool, my thick post-orgasmic cock swaying beneath the hem of my T-shirt. I sat down. 'Now, remember last week, the first exercise we tried?'

'When I slapped your penis with my breasts? Yes, and I'm so sorry that was very embarrassing, I had no idea what I was doing.'

'Not at all, not at all, it was very useful. We're going to try that again. This is the other fundamental kind of tit-fuck, the one where the female gives and the man receives.' I parted my legs, my cock dangling over the edge of the seat.' Take the cushion again and kneel here, so your bust is level with my penis. Emma complied. 'Now, first of all, what's wrong here?'




L.C.T.F. Ch. 02



'Your penis is still flaccid.'

'Correct. And what do we do?'

'Um, shall I talk about my breasts?'

'That would certainly help,' I said.

'Um, well, I had to get measured properly for the dressmaking class,' Emma said after a moment's earnest thought. 'In fact, Rebekah and I, you know, your work colleague Rebekah, we measured each other. It's easier when someone else is doing it.'

My cock twitched at the mention of Rebekah's name and the horny thought of the two of them sizing each other up. Jesus what was I like, here was Emma, tits out, in front of me, and I was fantasizing about my colleague.

Emma smiled, looking at my stirring penis. 'Was that the thought of Rebekah's bosoms that made your willy move?' she teased. 'I think someone has a bit of a crush!'

'I'm just a sucker for big boobs,' I shrugged.

'Well I've seen them naked!' Emma's eyes sparkled. 'I've watched as Rebekah has let that big bra fall from her bouncy chest, I've seen those big pink nipples right in front of me. They were soft and puffy at first, still warm from the bra, but they hardened and shrank as the cold air hit them. Her boobies are sooo big, Martin. Do you want to know what size the bra was?'

'Oh go on then,' I said, my cock now at half-mast.

'Thirty... six... double... G.'

'Fuck me,' I mumbled in astonishment. My erection hit 100% with an almost audible twang.

'More than happy to fuck you with my breasts,' Emma said. 'Please talk me through it.'

Trying to hide the desperation in my voice, I said, 'Hold your breasts, place them either side of my member - which you can see is now fully erect thanks to your excellent breast-patter - and then press them gently together.'

Emma did so obediently, the soft, slightly yielding flesh soothing against the throbbing ache of my hard-on. 'My breasts are now in place, sir,' she reported.

'Now lift them up in down, slowly rubbing my penis with them,' I continued.

'Like this?' The sensation and sight of Emma gradually massaging my rock-hard cock was sheer bliss.

'That's it,' I said. 'Oh my.' Pre-cum was now steadily trickling from my cock-head. 'Now, the trick is to vary it every so often. If you've been going steadily at one speed for a while, then switch up or down a gear for a bit. It's the differences in tempo and technique which really make the difference.'

Emma sped up a little. 'Imagine if Rebekah signed up for your tit-fucking lessons,' she mischievously pondered aloud.

Just as she had no doubt intended, I came hard between her tenderly rocking bosoms, groaning in agony as I showered her bust in violent spurts of jism.

'Oops,' Emma smiled, then licked a strand of semen from her lip. 'Let me know when I should stop.'

My cock had issued forth its final agonized ejaculation and, unable to speak, I nodded. Emma slid her breasts upwards until my penis swung free. She continued to rise, slowly releasing her breasts. Her cute patch of ginger pubic hair was no directly in front of me, the heady scent of sexual arousal in the air. All I wanted was to nuzzle my face into it and lick out her exquisite pink pussy. She turned, presenting me with her beautiful plump posterior, and walked across the room, her hips swaying. She let go of her breasts, then turned, nude, to face me again.

'Look!' she laughed. 'My breasts are stuck together with your semen!' She looked down and we both waited with fascinated patience as her bosoms, ever so slowly, came unstuck, mozzarella-strands of molten cum stretching across her cavernous natural cleavage. 'May I have a shower?'

I listened outside the bathroom door while she washed. I could hear suppressed breathy yelps. She was masturbating. Dammit, the girl was as turned on as I was.

Wrapped in a towel, she sat opposite me as we considered the day's lesson.

'The past hour was very encouraging Emma,' I said. 'You clearly have a lot of raw talent, and we just need to harness it. At the moment you're simply making me ejaculate too quickly.'

'I know, I know,' Emma said, disconsolate once more. 'I'm just impatient. I want to get it right. I like the big fountains of semen. You don't get to see them with normal fucking.'

'You will,' I smiled. 'And the longer you can draw it out, the bigger that fountain of cum will be. You saw how hard I came after just a couple of minutes. Imagine the eruption after half an hour of perfectly paced tit-fucking.'

'Next week you will see a big improvement, I promise, sir,' Emma said. She stood, and in doing so the towel came unfastened behind her back. It was now held in front of her, suspended from the perky tips of her excellent breasts. 'Look Martin, look!' she exclaimed, bursting into laughter. 'My boobies are holding up the towel!' She shook it off, and the sight caused my tender cock to surge painfully in my jeans.

Emma dressed in front of me and I walked her to the door.

'For next week,' I said, 'Try to broach the subject of tit-fucking with your female friends.'

'Like Rebekah?'

'Yes, for example. And try to remember your bra next time.'

Emma handed over seventy pounds in cash for the hour's lesson. 'I'll do my best.'



L.C.T.F. Ch. 03



I awoke the next morning with a towering erection. A dream of being titfucked by my ex-girlfriend of a few years previously, the outrageous pricktease Alex, had left me on the priapic brink of orgasm, and I was instantly faced with the temptation to submit to the train of thought and allow myself the delicious sensation of cumming, hands-free, into the air, of simply intervening manually and wanking myself off, or of trying to ignore it, forget about, have a cold shower and go about my day. Ordinarily I'd have gone for one of the first two options (ideally the first, given sufficient time), but it now occurred to me that I was going to have to save myself for my next session with Emma, and maybe even another beforehand if I could figure out a way of acquiring new students without being slapped, kicked in the balls, or being publically humiliated.

So I went about my morning attempting to ignore a hard-on that simply wouldn't go away, dressed with ergonomic difficulty, sat on the bus to work with my briefcase in my lap, trying and failing to reminisce about the firm pointy F-cups of the naughty Alex. That had been a stormy and short-lived affair, but it had been a comprehensive whirlwhind tour of the myriad ways a pair of breasts can drive a cock to orgasm, and I guessed that the reason that particular pair had featured so prominently and so sexually in my dream was that my time with Alex had been running through my mind in an attempt to catalogue these various positions and techniques so I could hopefully drag out the titfucking lessons with Emma (and, I fancied, others) for many, many weeks to come.

But thinking about it meant that this erection wasn't going anywhere. I made it into the office building and to my desk without inadvertently rubbing myself to a sticky orgasm on the inside of my trousers as I walked. Result.

And just when I thought I has run the final gauntlet, who should be sitting at my desk but I.T. department tit-queen Rebekah. I gazed down her blouse at her inviting cleavage, catching a glimpse of white lace brassiere cup, casting my mind back to Emma's vivid description of her nipples, then quickly snapped my eyes up to her face before she looked up to see me (and before the sight drove me over the edge and the aroma of fresh spunk drew unwelcome attention to my state of heightened arousal).

'Morning Martin,' she smiled, 'Good weekend?'

She knew, she must have done, or I was sending myself crazy with paranoia. 'Fine thanks,' I said. 'Quiet. Just stayed at home on my own, caught up on some work.'

'Sure, sure,' nodded Rebekah. 'Anyway, I was just making some updates to your system, we've been having web access problems this morning. I noticed you were still logged into your Gmail - naughty Martin,' she flashed me a mock-chastising schoolteacherish glare, 'So I hope you don't mind, I sent you an email to yourself from your own account to test it.' She pushed herself away from the desk and rose briskly, her chest high and imperious. 'It's all fine. Have a good day!'

She walked off, somehow amused at something. I sat down, the chair still warm from Rebekah's lovely rear.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. The account I had left myself logged into was the lctf.london one I had set up for the purposes of sending Emma the application form. There were only two message threads in the inbox: one to Emma, headed 'Application Form' (could have been worse, I supposed), and the from myself, i.e. Rebekah, headed 'Test'. If Rebekah had been nosy enough to read the message to Emma, and her reply, then the cat was most definitely out of the bag. And even if she hadn't, then what the hell must she have made of the fact that I have an entire e-mail account set up for the sole purpose of sending Emma an application form?

Then a new message appeared. From Rebekah Thornton. Subject line blank. The message simply read "Busted :-p". Now I really was getting paranoid. Was she simply referring to the fact that I had been rumbled using personal webmail at work, or did her choice of word mean she was on to my unusual arrangement with our mutual friend? In any case, at least this paranoid train of thought had caused my erection, after two painful hours, to subside. "Busted indeed," I wrote back, not sure what else to do.

My former girlfriend Alex was now a professional nutritionist, and I figured I had a good enough reason to get back in touch with her: If I was going to be jizzing regularly in such great quantities, then I was going to have to adopt a diet that would help me sustain that. I found her website and, reverting to my usual personal e-mail account, I wrote to make an appointment. Her reply soon after suggested that evening after work at her office, adding that it would be nice to see me again.

The girl on reception at the health clinic sent me straight in. There Alex was, behind her desk, in a white uniform top that made her bust look even more cartoonishly huge than it already was. It felt strange to see her after all these years, especially given the explicit nature of the dream I had had about her that morning. Damn I missed those tits. She stood and jogged smilingly toward me, arms outstretched, torpedo-chest rebounding heavily. We embraced briefly, exchanged pecks on the cheek. At least her firm breasts kept the lower half of her body away from mine or she'd have experienced a hard cock poking into her.

'Please, sit,' Alex gestured to a pair of small armchairs by a coffee table. 'It's so nice to see you again, it's been years.'

'You're doing well for yourself I see.'

'It's not going too badly, the main thing is that I'm now earning my living doing something I am truly passionate about,' she said. Her long ash-blonde hair was up in a strict bun. I longed for her to pull the pin out and let it cascade down onto her chest.

'Well, I'm starting to go into business for myself too, as it happens,' I said, taking the cue to launch straight into it. 'And that's kind of the reason I'm here.'

'Before you continue Martin, you don't mind if I quickly change out of this, do you? She indicated the tight uniform top. 'It's absolutely killing me.'

'Oh, sure, go for it, shall I ... wait outside?'

'Nothing you've not seen before,' she winked. Standing and turning away from me she undid the buttons of the double-breasted garment, exhaling with relief as it slid from her shoulders. I feasted my eyes unashamedly on her huge bust, encased tightly within a sturdy brassiere of black lace and pink silk. The trousers clothing her long legs were of dark grey linen. Her stomach was flat but not toned, she was simply naturally slim, which made her breasts seem all the more outrageous. 'Ordinarily I'd whip this tit-prison off too after a day's work, as you know,' she said.

'Don't let me stop you.'

'Now now Martin, that would be highly unprofessional of me,' she wagged a finger and took a black silk blouse from a cupboard, which she buttoned up as I mentally bade her bra and cleavage farewell again. She sat down next to me again, placing her hands attentively on her knees. 'You were saying.'

'Er yes, well I've started an adult education business. I already have some students,' I exaggerated, 'and it's going really well.'

'And how can I help?'

'Well, it's a little awkward..' I began, not sure how to say it.

'Come on, after all the things we've done together you can tell me anything!' Alex grinned, sending the memory of her huge naked breasts bouncing as she rode me to orgasm inside her racing through my dirty mind.

'I'm giving private lessons in inter-mammary sex.'

'Titfuck lessons?' Alex howled with glee. 'So it's not just me earning a living from something I care about deeply, then! We both know how much you like that. So there's a demand for it?'

'Not all girls are as proficient as you, Alex,' I pointed out.

'What can I say, I do give world-class mammary action.' She pulled the pin from her hair and shook it down, sending her chest into epic slow-motion undulation, either intentionally or unintentionally by way of illustration. 'And you're the most insatiable boob-fiend I've ever met. No-one's ever made me feel quite as proud of these puppies as you did. Remember I used to have to keep my bra on to stop you cumming too quickly?'

I did remember, and made a mental note of the titfuck-in-bra for my next session with Emma. 'Well as a matter of fact that's where I thought you might be able to advise.'

'I'd be more than happy to consult on titfucking technique,' Alex volunteered, misunderstanding.

I was taken aback, but delighted. 'That's not what I meant, however I will most certainly be taking you up on that offer, and it would be great to introduce as wide a range of titfucking varieties into my curriculum,' I said. 'However my most immediate concern is the fact that I'm ejaculating so damn much at the moment, and I wondered if you could recommend any foods I should eat more of to help me reload my balls more quickly, as it were.'

'I have several recommendations I could make,' Alex said. 'Zinc, folic acid, amino acids, drink plenty of water. I'll e-mail you a list.'

I thanked her and got my coat. 'Shall I speak to the girl on reception about pay,net for your time?'

Alex stood and gave me a peck on the cheek. 'Consider it pro bono,' she said. 'Or should that be pro boner?'

'I feel one coming on now,' I half-joked.

'And why don't you come round to mine for dinner later in the week. My boyfriend is away travelling and I'm deathly bored. We can talk about your courses and I can give any tips.'

'I have videos of lessons,' I said, excited, 'I'll bring them round and you can let me know what you think.'

'That sounds excellent,' Alex said, writing her address on a post-it and handing it to me. 'Thursday good?'

I arrived back at my flat, valiantly resisting the urge to masturbate furiously. Firing up the laptop I logged into the lctf.london webmail and sent Emma an e-mail reminding her to wear a bra to the next lesson. I remembered that tonight was the night of the steampunk dressmaking class she took with Rebekah. I wondered what the two of them were talking about, took a cold shower, and went to bed.

During a meeting with I.T. at work the next morning, Rebekah kept making ambiguous eye-contact. She cornered me afterwards at the watercooler. 'I want lessons,' she said under her breath.

'I'm sorry?' I spluttered.

'Emma told me everything. It sounds amazing. I want to learn everything you're teaching her. My boyfriend is always asking me to do it and I never get it right, and then he gets pissed off.'

'Well I guess I could fit you in...' I was startled. And Rebekah looked like she might punch me if I refused. 'You'd have to fill out an application form.'

'Emma forwarded it to me, I've already done it. Check your e-mail. Can we start tonight?'

'As it happens I'm free tonight.'

'Great. Emma gave me your address. I'll see you at your place at 8pm.'

I raced back to check the LCTF e-mail account, making sure no-one was looking over my shoulder. There indeed was a completed application form. Heart thumping, I opened it.

*****

NAME: Rebekah Thornton

DATE OF BIRTH: December 1st 1988 (age 26)

CURRENT BRA SIZE (please note that we can only accept C-cup and above): 36GG

BRA SIZE HISTORY, by approximate year:

2004 - 34A, 34C, 34D

2005 - 36DD

2006 - 36G

2008 - 36GG

HEIGHT: 5'8"

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight

PLEASE TELL US WHAT YOU HOPE TO GAIN FROM THIS COURSE

"I wish to improve my technique in breast-fucking as it is currently not meeting the standard expected by my partner, who wishes to be stimulated to completion by my bust. In principle my chest is ample enough to be able to do it, but I am clearly doing something wrong. The course in inter-mammary sex comes highly recommended by one of its alumni, and I am eager to benefit in the same way that she has."

*****

I stopped reading at that point, concerned that what followed would make me lose my load right there at my desk. Instead, I got on with work.

Later, having raced home, I logged back in to the account. There was a new message from Emma.

"Dear Martin

I will definitely remember to bring a brassiere to the next lesson. I have several though, and don't know which one would be best. Would you like me to photograph myself wearing them so you can decide?

Also, please forgive me, but I told Rebekah about the tuition you are giving me. I manage to turn the conversation to tit-fucking, as you had suggested, but the subject hit a nerve with the poor girl as it seems to be a source of some frustration for her - feelings of inadequacy in her relationship. I wanted so much to help her, so I sang your praises and recommended a course of lessons with you.

I have a date with Henry tonight, wish me luck!"

I wrote back asking for photographs of her breasts in her various bras, explaining that we would be trying out tit-fucking through a bra, and so in addition to photographs I would need to see video footage of her breasts bouncing up and down in the bras to ascertain how well-contained they would be during the act itself. Wishing her all the best for her date, I hit Send.

Then I turned my attention to Rebekah's application form.

*****

WHAT IS YOUR EXPERIENCE OF INTER-MAMMARY SEX? PLEASE DESCRIBE IN DETAIL ANY NOTABLE ENCOUNTERS. (N.B. These must be encounters where climax was achieved with the male member still between the breasts)

"My first experience of full titfuck to completion was with my first boyfriend, when I was in my final year of school aged eighteen. We discovered it by accident, one afternoon we were lying naked in his bed, he on his back, me face down on top of him, my arms folded across his stomach and my breasts (which back then were only a D-cup) smooshed into his groin. I felt his penis harden and twitch beneath me, and I wriggled in response until his growing erection slotted into my cleavage. It wasn't long before his entire body went into huge involuntary spasms and I felt his semen accumulate in great volume between my breasts. We did this several times until we moved on to full penetrative sex and never went back to fully explore the possibilities of titfucking. Subsequent boyfriends, though appreciative of my curves, haven't expressed an interest in it, until my current partner, who is very keen but for some reason always fails to ejaculate purely from being titfucked, and has to resort to manually masturbating himself to completion over my chest, which is disappointing for both of us."

GIVE A DETAILED WRITTEN DESCRIPTION OF YOUR BREASTS AND YOUR EXPERIENCE OF LIVING WITH THEM ON A DAY TO DAY BASIS.

"I wear a 36GG bra (or 34H). They really are huge. But despite their size I am very lucky that they still look pretty much the way they did when I was eighteen, still very firm with a nice youthful up-tilted shape, just simply a great deal bigger, and hanging slightly lower on my frame. My nipples sit around two thirds the way up the slope of my breasts, and have pink areolae and darker pink nipples. When they're soft they're quite puffy and noticeably alter the shape of my breasts to being slightly pointy, and when they're erect they shrink and stiffen, my areolae going all goose-pimply, and my breasts appear somewhat rounder. I can't go braless, much as I would like to, as the discomfort of running for the bus and the undue attention my tits would draw to themselves rule bralessness out as an option. I'm so well-endowed I need to wear two sports bras to the gym. However I always take advantage of the option to go topless when on a beach holiday."

*****

I looked at the time: twenty to eight. A cold shower beckoned. I was buttoning up my shirt when the doorbell rang. Rebekah made her presence outside known on the intercom and I buzzed her up.

'Hello you,' said the busty young lady at the door.

'Let me take your coat,' I smiled.

Rebekah shrugged it off into my waiting hands. She was still in her work clothes, a grey trouser-suit and pinstripe blouse, the top few buttons recklessly undone to bare her incredible cleavage.

I wandered over to the kitchenette. 'Tea? Coffee?'

'Something stronger if you have it, had a pretty stressful day. Only just made it out of the office in time to make it here.'

I cracked open a bottle of lager and handed it to her. She swigged gratefully, and we sat at the kitchen table. 'So, what seems to be the problem?' I was getting better at the bedside manner.

'You read my application, I take it?' I nodded. 'So I guess you know all there is to know. I can't titfuck my boyfriend to completion. Me! With these!' She hefted her chest and dropped it, letting it bounce several times to a gradual unsteady standstill. 'And our mutual friend Miss Enderby tells me you've been teaching her all the tricks.'

'Well it's still early days with Emma, but yes, she's a fine student. Would you like to perhaps start by telling me exactly how you've been going about the inter-mammary sex act with your partner, and we can take it from there?'

Rebekah took another big swig of lager. Dutch courage. 'Well, he lies down on his back, and I sort of lean over him like... it'll be much easier if I just show you. Where's the bedroom?'

As professionally as I could, I switched the bedroom light on and Rebekah gestured for me to lie down.

'So, he's there, with his cock out, really hard, ready and waiting.'

'No problems with getting him hard in the first place then.'

'He likes big tits and, well, look at me.' She said, pointing at her breasts, which looked like they were trying to tear her blouse apart, stress lines radiating from their tips across the thin cotton. 'These always get him going. And then...'

'And then?'

She crawled onto the bed next to me, and leaned across diagonally so that her bust was roughly above my groin. 'And then I grab my breasts and sort of try to pick his cock up with them, then I try to hold it in place and rub it simultaneously but it keeps slipping out, so I never really get the momentum going.' She rolled over and lay down next to me. She was a bundle of stress. 'And he never has any constructive suggestions, all I know is that he always loses patience eventually and either he finishes himself off or we just fuck. Which is fine, of course, but I don't think it's what he really wants.'

I sat up. 'It's fairly clear to me where you're going wrong - it's simply a case of position, of leverage, of physics. And you're trying to do too much at once. You need to let the basics take care of themselves so you can concentrate on the performance, the actual act of driving your boyfriend to the orgasm he craves.'

'Show me.'

'Be so kind as to remove your jacket, blouse, and bra.' I said. 'Assuming you're comfortable with that?'

'Whatever it takes,' Rebekah reasoned, and we both stood. I dropped my jeans - I hadn't bothered wearing underpants after my shower - and lay back down on the bed, my erection lolling woozily from thigh to thigh. Rebekah tried to react to this sight as casually as possible, but it was clearly a pretty strange situation for her, and at least I'd had a little bit of practice to pretend I wasn't in fact living out the fantasy of every red-blooded man in the office.

She draped her suit jacket over the chair and undid the last few buttons of her blouse, opening it up to reveal the white lace bra I had glimpsed earlier, in all it's double G-cup glory. It was a balconette number, and fit her perfectly. Reaching behind her back, she looked me in the eye. 'You ready?'

'When you are,' I said, attempting to suppress the heart-pounding instinct to reach out and tear the bra off for her.

Snap! The backband fastener opened, and the cups fell from Rebekah's mammoth knockers. The mounds of her areolae, still warm from the comfort of the brassiere, were indeed soft, swollen and smooth, distending her firm breasts into the kind of shape I hadn't seen outside of 1960s issues of Playboy. Free from the bra, they swung heavily from side to side. Though they hung low, there was still only the slightest crease between the underside of each breast and her ribcage. I had never seen a GG-cup bust that would pass the pencil test, but here it was, naked and swaying a few feet away from me. Rebekah struck an ironic cheesecake pose. 'Ta-daah!'




L.C.T.F. Ch. 03



My suffering cock spat forth an unexpected warning shot of pre-cum at the sight.

'Oh shit, you're not cumming already are you?' She said with a wince. 'I was worried this might happen.'

'No no, it's just pre-cum,' I said dismissively. 'Nothing to worry about.'

'Good. I don't want it to all be over before you've had a chance to show me what to do.'

'Let's get on with it then shall we? Sit here by the side of the bed, facing my erect member.' She did so, kneeling to my left, and I shuffled to the left edge of the bed. Her firm 1960s centrefold breasts were now jutting directly over my cock. 'Now, what I'd like you to do is to lift my erection, with your hand, and position it vertically between your breasts. Then lower yourself to a point where your breasts are resting on my body.'

'Like this?' Rebekah took my stiff cock confidently, and wrangled it into position. It occurred to me that Emma hadn't touched my cock yet. Or, for that matter, that I hadn't even touched her tits. But what was I doing thinking of Emma when the busty fantasy girl from the I.T. department was here with her incredible tits sandwiching my hard cock! She knelt a little lower, and her right breast met softly with my waist while her left cushioned itself onto my heavily cum-filled balls.

'Excellent,' I said, somewhat breathlessly. 'As you can see, we're now in a position where my cock is held firmly in place between your breasts. My erection wants to move back towards my stomach, but can't, because your large, firm, right breast is in the way. So now we're in a perfect titfucking position without either of us having to exert ourselves at all.'

Rebekah gazed down at her tits and my cock, then at me, nodding in approval. 'You're a genius!' she said. 'So now all I have to do is rub my tits up and down. Shall I?'

'Be my guest,' I said.

'This is normally how I'd do it.' She grabbed them and started to go at my cock like we were running out of time.

'Whoah whoah,' I said, 'Slow down. More haste, less speed,' I said. 'You want to tease my cum out very gradually. It's like you're trying to get the last ketchup out the bottle!'

She laughed. 'Oops,' she said. 'You mean more like this?' She changed tempo completely, loosening her grip on her buxom tits and massaging my erection with a tenderness that made her seem like an altogether different person. She flashed me a smile, then blushed, remembering that this was merely a lesson in sex practices, not a romantic encounter.

'Very good,' I said. 'Have you ever tried giving a titfuck whilst wearing a bra?'

'No, I haven't,' she was still gently rubbing my cock with her large shapely bosoms.

'It's a way to hold the male member in place without even needing hands. It would free you up to, say, massage your partner's testicles, or even to pleasure yourself at the same time.'

'My bra is very close-fitting,' Rebekah said, stopping her ministrations. 'I don't think there would be room for your thick erection in addition to my massive boobs.'

I had an idea. 'Excuse me one moment.' I got up off the bed, my stiff penis sliding out of Rebekah's cleavage, and went over to the wardrobe. 'I still have one of my ex's bras in here somewhere, it's - ah here it is.' It was a red lacy strapless bra of Jenny's amongst some things of hers that she never came round to collect. I handed it to Rebekah, who eyed it with skepticism. 'It's only a 34F,' I said, not quite believing those actual words were coming out of my mouth, 'But it's not underwired, and your breasts should push the cups far enough out to give my penis room to slide up from beneath.'

'Whatever you say,' shrugged Rebekah, and got to grips with the bra. Now, I had always thought of Jenny's boobs as pretty sizeable, but as Rebekah fastened the hooks with difficulty, even on the roomiest setting, the sight of her firm, jutting bosoms thrusting the red lace and silk cups several inches away from her body, the tops of her areolae bulging over the edges, it put everything in perspective, and I was aching to ejaculate.

'Take my penis again please, and insert it into the cleavage formed under your breasts, between the bra's body band and your chest. Rebekah grabbed my cock purposefully, and, positioning her epic bust over its tip, lowered herself onto me, allowing my erection to enter her tight cleavage until she had got all the way down and the tip was showing under her chin. I was paralysed, I could feel all the bloody in my body rushing to my cock. I couldn't feel my legs, or my hands.

'I'm really not sure about this,' Rebekah looked at me doubtfully.

'It's not an ideal bra for these purposes,' I said, 'But do you understand the principle?'

Rebekah wrinkled her nose. 'I'm not with you on this, to be entirely honest. I'll try to find some old bras of my own for next time.'

And at that moment, ping!, the fasteners gave way, and Jenny's F-cup bra sprang away from Rebekah's tits and landed on the bed. It was the combination of two factors that made me cum as hard as I did: the very thought of Jenny's not inconsiderable knockers being completely dwarfed by my topless work colleagues', and also, curiously, the sensation of Rebekah's breasts parting slightly and releasing my cock. Regardless, I went off like a fire hydrant. With nothing to hold my ferociously ejaculating penis in place, thick white cum flew everywhere, most of it onto Rebekah's ample bosom, some of it into her face, some of it over my chest, some of it on the bed. I howled in ecstasy throughout.

Eventually I stopped. Rebekah was as stunned as I was. I didn't know if she was going to react well or badly. She turned to me slowly. 'Thank-you so, so, so much,' she finally intoned with deep sincerity. 'I can't wait to try this out on my fella.'

Cum dripping stickily from her swaying naked bust, she grabbed her clothes and excused herself to go and shower, giving me the much-needed time to regain the feeling in my limbs as the blood redistributed itself around my body again.

When I went into the main room of the flat, Rebekah was already putting her coat on.

'It's only half past eight,' I said, 'We have another half an hour.'

'No time to lose,' Rebekah said. 'There's a hard cock waiting at home for these tits and their new-found skills!'

'I understand,' I smiled. All I wanted was ten minutes to let my cock recover and do the whole thing all over again, but I could hardly complain.

'Don't worry I'll still pay you the full seventy,' she added hastily, opening her purse and handing me a roll of banknotes.

'Pleasure doing business with you,' I said. 'Same time next week?'

'Same time next week,' Rebekah grinned. 'See you at work tomorrow.' And she was on her way.

It had all happened so quickly, I could scarcely believe my good fortune. No-strings regular tit-fucking first with Emma, now with Rebekah aswell? Two of my most prolific masturbation subjects now conquered. Who next, I wondered?

I checked the e-mail account. There was a message from Emma with a camera-phone video attached documenting her valiant, but ultimately unsuccessful, attempts to stop her juicy jugs from escaping her bra. Up and down and from side to side she bounced them for the camera, and out her pale perky little nipples kept popping, accompanied by her flustered, self-berating mutterings. There was no way that girl was a double-E cup. No wonder she never wore the things. But fuck me that video was just what I needed. Powerfully though I may have cum between Rebekah's tits as they demolished Jenny's old bra, I had been left insatiably horny. I finished Rebekah's bottle of lager, set Emma's video on loop, and treated myself to a well-earned wank.



L.C.T.F. Ch. 04



The days between tutoring sessions couldn't pass quickly enough now that I had regular titfucking to look forward to. Rebekah, the couple of times our paths crossed at work, had gone back to acting like she barely knew me. I knew my cock would he back in her cleavage soon enough, but we could hardly discuss in public what was now going on between us on Tuesday nights. But knowing how firm and shapely those sexy tires were beneath her office clothes rendered me helplessly erect whenever I saw her.

I had spent Wednesday evening editing together the video footage I had made of my last lesson with Emma, managing to to masturbate whilst doing so (no mean feat considering the number of views of her wobbling gravity-defying globes as she walked to and fro, and the spectacular nature of my satisfying creamy jizz-eruptions between them. Since Alex had been kind enough to offer her feedback I wanted to make sure she got as comprehensive a picture of my intentions in this new venture as possible. I also had to confess to myself that the prospect of showing Alex a video of me climaxing so powerfully between the bosoms of a similarly well-endowed young woman was something of a turn-on. It's not something I would ever have risked whilst in the relationship with her, which had been stormy at the best of times, but now the years had passed, water had flowed under the bridge, and it didn't seem to matter any more. She used to love a good titwank as much as I did, and my intercourse with Emma was pretty much as good as it got (though of course I would never admit as much).

Alex lived in a decent neighbourhood, in a swanky development. Clearly business was booming. She buzzed me up and opened the door with a glass of red in hand. Her long thick dark blonde hair cascaded down onto her shoulders in a thick tangle. Her breasts, larger than I remembered them, jutted bralessly within a tight-fitting dark green roll neck sweater, and she was barefoot in grey casual trousers. 'Welcome,' she said, pecking me on the cheek and leading me to the spacious sitting room with its view of the river. 'What do you think?' She spread her arms and turned to survey the Thames by night.

'Stunning,' I said, staring unsurprisingly not out of the window but at the sides of Alex's sweater-clad tits which bulged out visibly either side of her slender back. There didn't seem to be any curtains. We were ten floors up, but some there was bound to be some lucky bastard north of the river with a telescope getting a great show every night. That said, apart from her superb bust, Alex had no curves to speak of. Her back tapered a little into a small, nondescript arse, no real hips, and long, slim, but rather shapeless legs. Jenny had been the same (indeed Rebekah who had made me ejaculate so transcendentally a couple of nights previously was also essentially all-tits), and a couple of girlfriends in a row this top-heavy but otherwise rather boyish physique had sort of been my "type". Emma's effortlessly appealing hourglass body had really rekindled my passion for generous hips and ample buttocks. There was something immensely satisfying about boobs and bum being all the same size, a kind of divine symmetry that made me crave full penetrative intercourse almost as much as titfucking. The thought of Emma straddling my cock, her perfect jugs rebounding off each other as I pumped gallons of... 

"Take your coat off, pour yourself a glass of wine, and let's talk boobfucking,' Alex said, her eyes gleaming. 'Do you have some video we can watch?'

I took the USB stick from my pocket. 'Voila,' I said.

'Wunderbra,' she said in a mock-German accent. She snapped her bare heels together, and laughed with mild hysteria, spilling some red wine onto her sweater in the process. 'Oh shit.' She put the wine glass on the worktop of the open-plan kitchen, grabbed a paper towel and rubbed vigorously at the stain on her right boob, setting her large bust into frantic convulsions. I clearly wasn't as prepared for this as I thought, and had hugely underestimated the power of Alex's tits to make me orgasm. Now she'd clearly gone up a cup size or two, and I was already at full, throbbing, painful 100% erection in my jeans, my fate was as good as sealed: I wasn't going to leave this apartment with my balls still full, be that into my pants, all over Alex's tits, or worst case during a discreet "comfort break" to the bathroom.

She hurried into another room. 'Just a second while I change out of this,' she called. Even the very thought of her sweater peeling off and those familiar bosoms, upon whose pert-nippled peaks I had shot my grateful load on so many occasions in the past, tumbling out, made me feel like cumming there and then. I took a seat on the low comfy sofa, set my wine glass on the coffee table, and watched as she emerged from what I assumed was the bedroom in *that* top. The one she had worn on our first internet date. Whether on purpose or not I didn't know. Or if it wasn't the very same one, it was at the very least identical: a tight white V-neck T-shirt like the one she had worn when, within fifteen minutes of meeting me, she had challenged me to guess whether she was wearing a bra or not. Flustered and instantly turned on I had guessed yes, and she had jiggled them to prove me wrong and let out a roar of laughter. Mad girl.

'A white top?' I said. 'Not a good colour for drinking red wine, after what just happened.'

She took her glass and topped it up. 'I've already had a glass or two this evening, and my boobs have ballooned for some reason so I lost my balance. Not used to my centre of gravity being so high. I'll be a good girl now, I promise.'

'That's a shame,' I winked.

'Martin! No flirting!' She took up a seat next to me on the sofa, one slim leg tucked under the other, and wagged a chiding finger. 'I have another boyfriend now. At least I think I do, he never bloody comes round to see me!' A pause, then another maniacal cackle. 'Cheers,' she said, raising a glass. I grabbed mine, clinked hers, and took a big gulp. I needed it.

'So,' she said. 'You were telling me all about this cunning plan you have to teach girls how to make their boyfriends cum using their tits.'

'More than just a plan,' I corrected her. 'I have two paying students already.'

'You'll be on Dragons Den on BBC2 in no time,' she remarked with deep, characteristic sarcasm. 'Oh and remind me before you leave, I wrote down a list of dietary requirements to keep your balls from shrivelling up forever, which I'm sure they're close to doing by now.'

'Au contraire,' I said, 'they're pretty damn close to bursting right now.'

'Martin! Stop looking at my bosoms!' She placed a theatrical hand over what she could of her bust, which wasn't much, then added scoldingly: 'Remember what happened the first time you saw them?'

I nodded, my eyes, balls, and cock bulging.

'You managed to cum over them from where you were standing several feet away from me, without even touching your willy.'

'I remember.'

'I can't have that happening all over my beautiful new sofa.' She stroked the furniture like it was a beloved pet. 'Semen is so difficult to wash out.'

Another memory flashed into my mind, Alex singing in the shower after one of our sex marathons, giving whole new meaning to the song "I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Out Of My Hair."

'Anyway, back to business,' she said. 'Back to business, back to bustiness. That's catchy. I should do your marketing.' A cackle. I was beginning to remember the difficult trade-off between Alex's amazing boobs and her tiresome sense of humour. 'Tell me, how did all this come about?'

'Well, this friend of mine, Emma, you remember her?'

'Nope.'

'She's dating some guy she met off the internet --'

'-- imagine being stupid enough to do that --'

'-- and he,' I ignored her, 'wants to engage in said sexual activity. It occurred to her that every girlfriend she's ever seen me with had large breasts --'

Alex stretched open the neckline of her T-shirt and stared down into her cleavage. 'Guilty as charged,' she said with a smirk.

'-- and concluded that I must be what is known as a "breast man".'

'I can vouch for that from personal experience, Martin, you most certainly are a breast man. More wine?' She stood and meandered over to the kitchen, and brought the half-empty bottle back. Oh go on then, half-full, I was starting to feel optimistic about this evening.

'So anyway, she asked if I could give her some pointers and it all kind of grew from there.'

'It's her idea?'

'I suppose.'

'You should cut her in on the money then, it's only fair.'

I hadn't considered that. I made a mental note to do something about it.

'Emma, eh?' Alex's eyes narrowed. 'Don't remember her. What did she look like?'

'Well you can see for yourself, I have one of her lessons on film.' I took the USB stick from the coffee table and handed it to Alex.

'Ooh goody, let's watch it!' She rose and scampered over to the widescreen television set, bust bouncing giddily, and plugged it into the side. Back on the sofa she fiddled endlessly with the remote until the USB stick's contents appeared, and pressed PLAY.

There was me on my own sofa, back to the screen, and Emma standing before me in her tight floral blouse while I spoke to her.

Alex leaned forward and squinted at the screen. 'Don't remember her. Ooh is she unbuttoning her blouse?'

On screen, Emma opened her top, exposing those big, round, perfectly-formed, wobbling tits.

'The lucky bitch!' roared Alex. 'Those tits are incredible! And she'd never given a titwank?'

'You'd be surprised. Loads of busty girls have no idea how to do it. As I'm discovering.'

'What's she going on about now?'

'I've told her that talking about breasts makes for good foreplay, so she's been coming up with some little monologues.'

'Oh yes I'd forgotten how much you liked me talking about mine. Even just the mention of them. Remember that time I made you come just saying the word "bosoms" over and over again?'

'How could I forgot,' I said, hard-on surging at the happy memory.

'She's got a good shimmy, too,' Alex noted grudgingly, as Emma jiggled her bare breasts on screen. 'Hang on, is she stripping completely naked?'

'Yes,' I said. 'She was worried about getting cum on her clothes. I'm sure you can identify with that.'

'I don't blame her,' Alex reasoned as Emma's knickers came down. 'Fuck sake she's got an amazing arse too. I have no arse whatsoever. All the weight goes to my tits.'

On screen, Emma was lying down, and I stood up in preparation for straddling her bust. My stiff cock was protruding obscenely.

'I'm not surprised you had a big thick erection,' Alex said. 'To be honest I'm surprised you lasted that long. I used to have to make you cum twice before you had the stamina to give me a proper fucking.'

We both watched in silence as, on screen, I pumped my cock in and out of Emma's cleavage, then warned of the imminent eruption. Alex whooped as the cumshot flew across the screen, turned to me and gave me a polite one-woman round of applause. 'That's a lot of cum,' she observed. 'You're definitely going to need a high-zinc diet, young man.'

There was an edit, and I was now seated on the piano stool in my apartment, Emma approaching me nude, her boobs swaying freely.

'That woman was fucking born to titfuck,' Alex growled. 'Lucky bitch. And no wonder she can get away with going braless, those nipples are so small and smooth they're practically invisible. Wish I could get away with that.' She downed the last of her wine. 'Wait, what's she saying? Who's Rebekah?'

'Someone from work. Emma knows her randomly and recommended me. She came round to mine for her first lesson on Tuesday.'

'No way. Big tits?'

I nodded gravely.

'Oh my life,' exclaimed Alex as she witnessed my second orgasm, a fountain of cum sailing across the widescreen television display. 'I had forgotten how much you can cum. You really know how to make a gal feel good about her jugs.'

Emma at this point happened to have moved right in front of the camera, and the TV screen was filled with a gigantic close-up of her gently quivering breasts as my thick payload of spent jism crept slowly down their front and sides, pooling in her narrow cleavage, white and glistening against her exquisite pale skin with its smattering of cute ginger freckles.

'Lucky cow,' murmured Alex.

'She's certainly been blessed in the boob department,' I said.

'I mean lucky that she got them so completely drenched in jizz,' Alex sulked. 'There she is getting to practise on you then do the same thing all over again to some creep off the internet. You know the last time I saw a real life cumshot?'

I shrugged.

'Over six months ago. He's never here, and when he is it's a straightforward shag then off to sleep. These get nothing.' She grabbed a tit roughly. She was slurring her words a little. 'He doesn't get that they're the only way I can come.'

My cock lurched again at the memory of Alex's insanely horny boob-orgasms. A titfuck with her really was a two-way thing.

'Remember how you used to masturbate my tits with your hard cock? How you'd rub my nips with your thumbs as you lifted my big tits up and down, wanking us both off?'

Uninvited, I simply leaned back and started to unbutton my jeans. There didn't seem to be any other way to respond. Alex pulled my trousers down a little and slowly tugged back the waistband of my tight boxers beneath which my solid purple cock twitched and throbbed helplessly in a gooey pool of pre-cum. It was sticking out of the open fly, and as Alex pulled the boxers toward her, my cock was gradually hoisted into a painfully unnatural vertical position perpendicular to my body.

'Remember,' she looked me sternly in the eye. 'Cum on my tits, my face, cum in my hair, my mouth, cum in my cunt, but whatever you do don't get cum on the furniture.'

'Every last bit of it is going on your tits Alex,' I croaked, light-headed with unspeakable arousal.

'Do it,' she instructed, peeled off the white T-shirt in one deft move, letting those perfect tits bounce free in intoxicating slow-motion. I drank in the sight, they were bigger and more beautiful than the fading memory I had never stopped wanking over, and the next thing I knew I must have started cumming, because Alex was basking in a seemingly endless shower of viscous ejaculate that emitted, unaided by manual intervention, from my bulging, spasming, grateful cockhead in a rapid succession of violent bursts.

'Oh fuck yes, yes, more, more!' she cried from behind the shower of semen. 'Cover my bare bosoms in spunk!'

I was moaning dizzily as I continued involuntarily to do so, my cock, held rigidly in place by the boxer shorts, firing payload after payload squarely at my ex-girlfriend's wonder-of-the-world bust, the sticky consequences of my insatiable tit-fetish cascading interminably down those wonderful slopes in glacial floes.

After what seemed like a lifetime, my orgasm subsided. Alex gave her cum-drenched naked tits a delighted jiggle, and my tender cock stiffened anew at the sight.

'Wasn't going to have that little slut get her udders jizzed on without me getting my fair share, too, was I?' she snarled with glee. 'And now that my cleavage is sufficiently lubricated! let me remind you how good a titwank can be.'

'Wait wait, oh FUCK,' I protested as Alex knelt before me and deposited her stunning nude breasts either side of my aching post-orgasmic erection, the maw of her cleavage swallowing it whole. 'Fuck that hurts Alex, didn't you see how hard I just came?'

'Some professional titfuck instructor you are, Mister.' Alex impatiently seized my hands and placed them squarely on her massive, firm tits, her nipples starting to stiffen into my palms. There was something about Alex's breasts that made you never want to let go.

But, excruciating though it was to be titfucking again so soon after a record-breaking ejaculation, Alex's tits were simple irresistible, and, moaning in ecstatic anguish, I set to work on them. I groped, I squeezed, I fondled, I squeezed, I caressed, I rolled her hardening nipples with my thumbs, and she loved it, the dirty minx, and all the while I was massaging myself to climax along with her.

'Tell me they're better than hers,' Alex said.

'Wh-what?' I was still busy manhandling them.

'My tits. Tell me they're better than that ginger slut's.' She broke off to moan as my manipulations sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

'Yes Alex, your tits are most definitely better, bigger, sexier, and more beautiful than Emma's,' I confirmed.

'Do they make you want to cum more than hers?' Alex groaned wildly.

'I'd cum over your tits every day if I could,' I yearned.

'What a shame that's not... possible... ' Alex trailed off as her breast orgasm hit. 'Fuuuuuuck!! Ohfuckohfuckohfuck don't stop!' She continued to climax from having her tits rubbed up and down my shaft, and I was so insanely turned on that I, too, tipped over the edge, sending a further succession of jizzwads raining onto her body.

'You didn't get any on the... on the furniture did you?' panted Alex as she backed away carefully, a vast curtain of white gunge connecting her tits to my still-pulsating cock as she stood.

'No,' I said, looking around to double-check. 'All my cum is on your tits.'

'Right where it belongs,' she growled, gathering up the train of jism carefully from between her body and my penis, lifted it to her mouth and licked it off her fingers, gulping it down with a smile. 'Not all of it.' She stumbled over to the worktop, part tipsy, part orgasmic, and mopped up the cum with swathes of kitchen roll.

Then Alex turned to face me. She looked stunning in the darkened apartment, backlit by the kitchen lights. The orgasm seemed to be sobering her up a bit. 'Now, Martin, my boyfriend can never find out about this, understand?'

'I'm hardly going to tell him, am I?' I gingerly pulled my boxers back up over my overexerted cock, and, standing, pulled my jeans up.

'In fact, it's probably best if you just go.' She was suddenly flustered, turning very serious, perhaps feeling guilty, perhaps worried, as I was, about where this might all end up. 'Here's my list of dietary suggestions, and don't forget your USB stick.'

I got the tube. It was ten o'clock at night by this point, the evening had really flown by. When I got home I was still basking in the unparalleled joy of fucking the finest pair of tits I had ever seen in my life and probably ever would, a possibility I had written off since our break-up. But now I seemed to be on this lucky streak, what if there were a way I could get back to regular no-strings titfuck action with Alex, somehow as part of my new line of work? There had to be a way. If it were somehow mutually business-related then her partner couldn't really complain either.

A text from Alex. 'Lovely to see you this evening, thanks for coming over. Let me know how you get on with the diet tips. x'

Thanks for coming over: a classic Alex innuendo. I figured that another encounter along similar lines wasn't entirely ruled out.

For the next couple of days I avoiding masturbation, followed Alex's diet tips, and generally recharged my batteries in time for Sunday's lesson with Emma, her third. I had advised on a bra, and hoped she would actually wear one this time.

My speculation was answered soon enough, as the relative lack of jiggle in her bust when she shrugged her coat off confirmed that there was indeed some kind of support garment doing its thing under her maroon jersey.

'I remembered the bra you liked,' she said eagerly, 'Though I was confused that you picked the one you did. It's not an especially well-fitting one.'

'All will be revealed,' I promised.




L.C.T.F. Ch. 04



'It certainly will if I bounce enough while wearing it. I fell out twice on the way here.'

'Save that story for later,' I hastened, looking forward to savouring her tales of whatever busty mishaps had befallen her en route.

The camcorder was already running in the corner. 'OK if we film this again?'

'Yes of course,' said Emma, 'And thanks for sending the link to the video files from last time, I found them really useful for reference purposes.'

We sat down and Emma rummaged in her bag, pulling forth a sequined, ribbed item of clothing. 'I also brought this. It's the corset I made on the dressmaking course I told you about.'

'Excellent,' I drooled, 'Can't wait to see it on you, I'm sure we can work it into the lesson somehow.'

Emma looked very pleased with herself.

'So, Emma, how was your date on... Tuesday night was it?'

Her face fell a little. 'Oh it was OK I suppose. We went for a drink and ended up back at mine for a cup of tea, but my housemates were all in so we couldn't really get up to anything. He was a gentleman. Too much of a gentleman! And I was so looking forward to trying out everything I've learnt from you so far.'

'Well, let's keep at it, you're getting better and better at titfucking, so when the time comes you'll be an expert. Shall we begin?'

'Yes please!' Emma perked up again. 'Shall start by talking about my boobies?'

I stood, unbuttoned my trousers, let them fall to the floor, and sat down again. 'Why don't you tell me about your journey here and the problems you experienced with the brassiere you're wearing?'

Emma stood and cleared her throat, as though about to recite a poem. 'Well, running for the bus was the first challenge. I made it on board just in time, but of course by that time the running had caused my breasts to bounce out completely. I pulled the cups back up as discreetly as I could manage and we set off. There were no seats free, so I had to stand, holding onto the strap with one hand and my bag with the other. But the journey was so bumpy that it made my boobs jiggle up and down, like this.' She hopped gently on the spot, her bra-encased bust quivering delightfully under the tight-fitting maroon merino wool. 'And as the journey went on, the cups started to creep down, a tiny bit more with each bounce. Can you see it happening now?'

I could, and the sight was turning me on enormously, my cock swelling and levitating from my thigh as Emma's breasts, kept in motion largely by their own inertia, visibly inched their way out of the bra beneath her sweater. The upper slopes of her boobs were wobbling with their familiar jauntiness, the lower curves, from the summits downwards, kept stable by the tight-fitting brassiere.

'My nipples were still inside the cups,' Emma's running narrative continued, 'but only just, and it was only a matter of time before... Oh I can feel it about to...'

With a youthful leap, Emma's left nipple popped free of the bra cup, practically hitting her on the chin before wobblingly settling into its natural default position high on her chest. The bra had actually been holding her tit down, the complete reverse of what a bra would normally do, and I was faced with the mindboggling and cock-stiffening sight of Emma's lopsided bust, the unrestrained breast paradoxically higher, bigger, and pointier, than its brassiered counterpart. Thus was the topsy-turvy logic of Emma's body.

'Can you tell, my left bosom has escaped,' Emma said, still hopping to simulate the bouncy bus ride. 'It was the left one earlier, as well. The left one is clearly the naughtier of the two. That said, I can feel the other one about to escape.'

Sure enough, breast number two made good its bid for freedom, wobbling its way up Emma's chest to join its mate. 'So, as you can see, it wasn't long before this happened. I would have buttoned my coat, but this coat won't button up because of the size of my chest.'

I was on the verge of shooting my load there and then. 'While I'm sorry to hear about your predicament, Emma, the story makes for an excellent titfuck preamble. Perhaps you could get yourself into similar situations to tell me about next week?'

'Situations where my bosoms embarrass me in public? Shouldn't be a problem, these kinds of thing happen all the time. My naughty boobies have a life all of their own. Look, I'm not even hopping on the spot any more and they're still bouncing up and down.' 'We can use that,' I said, contemplating the idea of being wanked off by Emma's autonomously bouncing breasts, 'But first let's try a bra titfuck. Would you remove your sweater please?'

'Yes certainly!' Emma peeled the sweater from her torso, baring her exquisite bosoms. I summoned all my willpower to stop myself shooting my load straight into the air at the sight of them as the hovered, quivering, above the defeated lacy cups of the pale blue bra. 'Shall I put them back in the cups?'

'Yes please.'

'I'll do my best,' she said, fumbling with the undergarment. 'The body band sits nicely on my ribcage like it's supposed to, but only when my breasts are out like this. When I squeeze them in,' she pushed a recalcitrant uptilted breast with difficulty down into its cup, tucking the small puffy nipple in, then repeated the process with the other breast, 'my boobies are so big that they push the bra away, and I end up with this undercleavage.'

I stared in awe at the tit vs bra battle in progress on Emma's chest. Her boobs clearly resented confinement. 'The undercleavage is exactly what we need. I am going to insert my erect penis up into it, and fuck your cleavage with the bra holding your breasts in place around it, entirely hands-free.'

"It sounds awfully complicated,' said Emma, kneeling on a cushion between my outspread legs. 'I'll just lower my chest down onto you, shall I?'

'Correct, and avoid using your hands. Simply allow your bust to slide down as my member travels up your cleavage.'

Emma did so, first removing her trousers and knickers (to avoid getting ejaculate on them). She rested her heavy bust on the tip of my erection, shuffling a little until my cockhead aligned with the dip between the undersides of her breasts left exposed by the ill-fitting bra. Generously lubricated by pre-cum, my cock started to penetrate what felt like the tightest pussy in the world. Down Emma's bra-encased bust descended, eventually coming to rest on my lap, my cockhead peeking out between the bulging freckled tops of her pale bosoms. 'What now?' she asked.

'Rock back and forth very slowly, this will cause my penis to slide up and down your cleavage.'

Emma did so, hesitantly at first but settling eventually into a comfortable rhythm. 'How does that feel?'

It felt sensational. 'Fine, Emma, fine,' I said.

''Should I speed up?'

'A little perhaps. Subtle changes in tempo can enhance the sensation for the recipient.'

Emma picked up the pace somewhat. I was amazed at my own stamina.

'I'm trying to draw this out as long as possible, like you advised,' Emma said. 'I'm guessing the fact that the bra is covering my breasts means that you are being spared excessive stimulation?'

'Very good,' I said, 'You're learning quickly.'

'Then I ought to warn you that I can feel my nipples about to pop out.'

Sure enough, the bra cups lost their grip on Emma's errant knockers, and first the left nipple, then the right, leapt elastically skyward, her pale nipples asserting themselves defiantly. My cock was now being slapped this way and that by those beautiful bare breasts in their natural state.

'Oh no!' Emma wailed, as hot cum geysered from my shaft in an almost continuous stream between her big wobbling tits. The sense of relief overwhelmed me. Emma reached behind her back and snapped open the pastel blue bra, letting it fall limply onto my groin, and releasing my spunking cock from its position between her breasts. 'Stupid bra!'

Still craving the requisite stimulation to complete my orgasm I reached out and grabbed Emma's breasts in both hands. It was the first time I had felt them, and damn did they feel amazing, that perfect combination of soft and firm. Emma overcame her surprise at my intervention and, using similar initiative, put her dainty fingers around my twitching member and wanked me apologetically to a finish.

'Sorry about that,' she stood, despondent, hand placed demurely over her nude crotch.

I sat up from the titwank-receiving slouch I had fallen into on the sofa. 'Not to worry,' I said. 'We'll have another go in a few minutes once I've had a chance to recover, and to be honest it's probably for the best that I clear the pipes, so to speak, as it means I'll last longer next time round, and of course it's primarily the prolonging of the experience we're focusing on.'

Emma sat down next to me, legs crossed. I handed her the box of Kleenex so she could mop the lagoon of cum from her chest.

'While we're waiting for me to reload, let's talk about the performance aspect of the titfuck.'

'You mean like acting?'

'Exactly. Now, the recipient of a titwank may sometimes feel like they are imposing upon their partner, that the act being performed on them is somehow a tall order, or even that they should feel guilty about it.'

'Oh my, really?'

'It can happen. So it is crucial that you make a point of explicitly enjoying yourself.'

'Smile?'

'For instance. As part of research I have been conducting on your behalf, I visited an ex-girlfriend and we... reminisced about titwanks past.'

'To get some more pointers for me?' Emma was delighted.

'Yes, and one thing in particular about this girl was that she herself had incredibly sensitive breasts which meant that the act of administering mammary intercourse actually brought about an orgasm of sorts for her as well as me.'

'She got a boob-orgasm from titfucking you?' Emma gaped. 'Sounds too good to be true!'

'In a way it was, but the point is that I could enjoy myself guilt-free in the knowledge that we were both getting something out of it. It relaxed me, I stayed harder longer, and came harder.'

'I've never had an orgasm from rubbing my bosoms,' Emma said with a frown. 'What if I can't do that?'

'This is where the acting comes in,' I said. 'Simply pretend. Pretend you're getting an orgasm from the sensation of having your cleavage stroked, and time your fake climax to coincide with your partner's real one.'

Emma let this sink in, and eventually a smile spread across her face. 'I think I could do that!'

'Great!' I got to my feet. 'Let's go into my bedroom and try a new position.'

'The bedroom!' purred Emma saucily. 'Whatever are we going to get up to?'

The full kama sutra if I could get away with it, I thought. I grabbed the camcorder and tripod, led her through to the bedroom, set up the camera pointing at us from the other side of the bed, and lay down on my back, as I had done with Rebekah during the week. 'This time you're going to do it from the side. Get me hard, then hold your breasts either side of my erection and massage me to a climax, and try the fake breast-orgasm thing.'

'How exciting!' Emma said as she knelt down by the bed next to my groin. 'Rebekah told me about this position, I was wondering when we'd get round to it.' Then, with concern: 'Is she already ahead of me?'

My loin stirred at the thought of Emma and Rebekah discussing their experiences of titfucking me. 'No, we just started with this one because... well I can't remember really.' And, of course, I didn't care. The pretence of making all of this seem like I knew what I was doing was more mentally exhausting than I had anticipated. 'What did you talk about?'

Emma's breasts, hovering unsteadily above my cock, jiggled slightly in a flurry of excitement. 'Well, she told me that you'd taught her this great trick to keep her boyfriend's willy from falling out from between her boobs, which I'm guessing is what you're about to teach me, too. And she told me how you'd given her your ex-girlfriend's bra to wear but it was too small and her breasts managed to force their way out of it. Tsk, us busty girls eh? What are we like, wrecking bras left right and centre! So, Rebekah's boobs. Pretty impressive, aren't they?'

'She's certainly well-equipped to titfuck.'

'More than well-equipped! They're so much firmer than mine.'

All I wanted to do was tell Emma over and over again how perfect her own breasts were, but that, weirdly, would have felt like crossing a line. It wasn't a date, we weren't flirting, this was all about titfuck technique, pure and simple, and I didn't want to make Emma feel like I was hitting on her.

'Talking about Rebekah's boobs certainly seems to be a good way of getting you hard, anyway,' she observed, as my cock thickened and rose toward her jutting bust. Holding her right breast in her hand she used it to manoeuvre my cock upright, then sandwiched the left breast around it. 'Like this?'

I nodded.

Emma slowly rubbed my cock with her breasts, smooshing and squeezing them, sliding them all over it. 'Mmmhm,' she moaned, giving me a sly wink. 'That feels sooooo good.'

'Excellent,' I commented.

'I never told you how sensitive my breasts are, Martin,' she continued throatily. 'You don't mind if I get myself off using your cock, do you?'

'Be my guest,' I replied.

Then she really started getting into it. 'Oh yes, that feels so nice,' she gasped. 'You're going to give me a full-on boob orgasm with that hard cock of yours! Oh! Oh! Make me cum!'

My own very real orgasm was seconds away. 'I'm gonna cum!' I announced, and Emma was quick to synchronise her own climax accordingly. I wailed in ecstasy as my second load of the afternoon sailed into the air and festooned Emma's big soft breasts and small hands in creamy garlands as she yelped and whimpered quite convincingly.

'How was that?' Emma turned to me eagerly, her blue eyes big and sparkling.

'Very, very good Emma, I'm impressed.'

'Hooray for me!' Emma stood, then walked around the bed and lay down next to me for a post-titfuck rest. 'I had an idea, how about I act like I'm getting an orgasm just from jiggling my boobs, too! Is that something that would turn a breast-man on?'

'Brilliant idea Emma,' I said, 'You're really getting the hang of how a boob-fetishist's mind works!'

We lay in silence for a moment, the moment almost romantic, Emma reclining on her side like a classical nude, her hips a mirror of her breasts, one of which lay pillow-like on the bed next to her, the other perkily pointing toward the ceiling, my cum still glistening (unromantically) all over them.

'I feel sorry for your poor penis,' she pouted. 'All those ejaculations you have because of me. Must be so draining!'

'Well Alex, my ex, is a nutritionist, and the other reason I went to see her was for her to prescribe some dietary changes to boost my levels of jizz.'

'And have you been taking your medicine like a good boy?'

'I have, and I reckon we can do one more titfuck today as a result.'

'You think so?' Emma sat up, thrilled. 'In that case can we do something with the corset? I so want to use it in the bedroom with Henry.' She jumped off the bed, her magnificent tits rebounding joyously off one another, and headed out of the bedroom. I picked up the camera tripod and followed, my cock, still a little sore, bobbing semi-erect between my legs.

No longer concerned with concealing her private parts, Emma was strapping herself into the brass-studded Victorian corset as I put the camera back in the corner. The corset fastened up the front, only just covering her breasts, and the tighter it got, the further her bust got pushed up toward her chin. The effect was nothing short of breathtaking. 'What do you think?' She did a slow spin to show me it from all angles. Her waist was already pretty small, but the corset emphasised everything about Emma that made her the ultimate manifestation of feminine sexuality. I drank in once more the sight of her extraordinary behind, then once more the outrageous spectacle of the neatly trimmed patch of ginger pubic hair which adorned her cute pussy.

She pushed me down onto the sofa, took a step back, spread her arms, and started to shimmy. The exposed tops of her beautiful breasts embarked on a series of slow shifting wobbles, everything nipple-downwards held firmly in place. She half-closed her eyes. 'Uunnhhh,' she groaned. 'Let's see if I can make myself come just from shimmying my boobies, shall we?' She didn't need me as a tutor any more, the stabilizers were off and she was freewheeling now. I sat back and enjoyed the show.

'Every time my big boobs slap against one another,' she breathed, 'I feel like someone's giving my tight pussy a rub.'

My erection was returning.

'If only this corset wasn't restricting the movement so much,' she continued, the half-wobble of her juicy jugs continuing largely of their own volition. 'Then my boobs would be free to really bounce and jiggle and slap, and I could cum at long last. I just want a big, jiggling boob orgasm.'

I was hard again. The unbeatable magic combination of zinc supplements and Emma's tits.

'Rebekah and I were both doing this on Monday at the corset-making class,' Emma said. 'To test that we'd made them properly. Only Rebekah hadn't fastened hers properly, and the corset burst open in front of everybody. I bet you'd have liked to have seen that, wouldn't you? Maybe you should make her do this in her next lesson, add it to the curriculum?'

'Yes, I think you're right,' I murmured, spellbound by the hypnotic undulations of Emma's corseted chest and the attendant gyrations of her wide hips around her naked ginger pubis.

Emma's mouth fell open in a display of orgasmic pleasure. 'I think my nipples are going to pop out,' she said. 'And when they do, I'm going to come.' She fell to her knees in front of me. There was indeed visibly more boob above the corset threshold than below, and her nipples looked ready to spring out.

Which they did, spectacularly, just as she had positioned herself close enough to my cock for them to tumble out straight into a peerless jiggling cockslapping titfuck. She squealed in climactic delight, and my dick recoiled then shot a few powerful loads up into her face, the pain of the afternoon's third orgasm tempered by the cool softness of those perfect jugs. She grabbed them and squeezed them tightly around my shaft, milking the last spurts of jizz from me.

'Do you think I'm ready for Henry now?' she asked, standing gracefully, her beautiful tits, layered in the afternoon's payloads of jism, hanging out of her homemade corset.

'I think you're only two more lessons away from giving a very good titfuck.' I said after some consideration. 'You are progressing beyond what I could have hoped, and you're such a fast learner.'

Emma squealed with delight and clapped her hands. 'I'm so proud!'



L.C.T.F. Ch. 05



'Do you still have my red bra?'

It was Jenny on the phone, my last girlfriend.

'I think so,' I said. I knew exactly where it was, it was still on my bedroom floor having been vanquished in a brave battle with Rebekah's breasts the previous week.

'Are you in this evening? I need it back, I can come round to pick it up.'

'Sure, any time this evening is fine.'

Monday nights were currently still free in my growing agenda of titfuck tutoring, but between Emma the previous afternoon and Rebekah the next evening, it looked like I was going to have busty company at home three days in a row. Things hadn't ended brilliantly between Jenny and me - I had a bad habit of falling for girls who were completely incompatible with me purely because of their breasts - but we were still on fairly friendly terms. She'd cheated on me, I'd taken it badly, but even under those conditions I would never be so foolish as to burn the bridge with a pair of excellent breasts, and Jenny was at least grateful that I had agreed to be friends.

I tidied a little, dimmed the lights, stuck on some Miles Davis and basically tried, through feng shui, to convey a sense that I didn't spend the entirety of my free time masturbating.

Jenny rang the doorbell an hour later, I buzzed her into the building. It had been a while since I'd seen her: social media gives you a misleading sense that you're still in touch when in fact you're far from it. She wasn't what you'd call classically pretty, certainly no Emma or Alex, or even Rebekah, she was maybe what you'd describe, in the kindest way possible, as handsome. Her build was slim, toned, and a statuesque 5'10", and though by no means girly girl there was no hiding that heaving F-cup pair of solid gold knockers, which marked her out as a legendary specimen of her sex, and which tonight were at their nutbusting best, straining a poorly-fitting high-collared frilly blouse to within a hair's breadth of ripping dramatically asunder. Her coat simply wouldn't button over them, and hung open.

A peck on the cheek. 'Come in,' I said. 'Drink?'

Jenny stepped into the flat. 'I can't stay long, but thanks anyway. A while since I've been here,' she mused. 'I like what you've done with it.'

I returned from the bedroom with the bra. Jenny inspected it and frowned.

'What happened to it?' she said.

'What do you mean?' I hadn't really checked it for damage after Rebekah had burst out of it.

'The fastener's broken,' she held it up and showed me. 'It looks like someone fastened it and then tore it open as fast as they could. Has someone else been wearing it?' Jenny looked me straight in the eye.

Damn, I was rumbled. 'I can explain,' I said. 'I've... I've started giving private tutoring in... in titfucking.'

'You've started what?' Jenny looked at me incredulously.

I explained what was going on, and confessed to having used Jenny's bra in the lesson with Rebekah where it had met its unfortunate fate. 'I thought you had forgotten all about it. Never occurred to me that you'd come round to get it back, still less so soon after I had only just found it myself.'

Jenny handed it back to me. 'I have to say it strikes me as a very unlikely tale,' she said. 'But whatever you've been up to, you are taking me shopping for a new red bra on Saturday. I need one for Saturday night.'

'No problem,' I said, grateful for the chance to make up. 'Just say where and when and I'll be there. And I promise, I really am giving private titfuck tuition.'

'Well in that case you'll have plenty of money to buy me that replacement bra, won't you?' She raised an eyebrow.

'I do, and will buy you any one you want on Saturday.'

'You'd better.' Jenny gave me the broken bra back and headed for the front door. 'When's your next lesson?' She seemed genuinely interested.

'Tomorrow night, in fact. With the young lady whose breasts broke the hooks on this.'

'She must be sizeably endowed,' Jenny reasoned. 'After all, I'm not exactly flat-chested myself.'

'As I remember only too well,' I said with a slight sigh of nostalgia.

'Bras for boobs this size don't come cheap,' she added. 'So on Saturday I want to see your trousers bulging.'

'My trousers bulging?'

'With money, I mean. Good luck preparing for tomorrow's lesson. I want video evidence or I won't believe you.' She winked and departed into the night.

The next day at work, Rebekah cornered me in the staff room when no-one was around. 'We still on for tonight?' she said in a low voice.

'Absolutely, same time same place,' I nodded.

'I can't wait,' she said. 'Last week was incredible, I learnt so much.'

'Hey, that's what I'm here for,' I shrugged. 'How did it go afterward?'

'A bit of an improvement, but... well, I'll give you the details later. I have a couple of spare bras with me this time, and also the corset I made for myself, which Emma suggested I bring along. We were talking about you a lot at our class last night, we're both ever so excited.'

'That's great news,' I grinned, a thought suddenly occurring to me. 'And I just wanted to say I've started a referral programme.'

'Oh?'

'For every new student you persuade to start tuition with me, I'll give you a free lesson.'

'Wow,' she said. 'What's the catch?'

'No catch,' I said. 'Just feel free to forward the application form to anyone you know who you feel would benefit from my lessons, and if they sign up, you'll get an hour's session with me completely free of charge.'

'I can think of several people already,' she said, excitement mounting as she considered her busty friends, colleagues, and acquaintances. 'Looks like I'm going to be learning to titfuck for free from now on, Mister!'

'Hey, well then the joke'll be on me,' I said.

Someone from accounts walked in. Rebekah waved me goodbye, turned on her high-heels, and sashayed out of the staff room, a new-found confidence in her stride, and a proud bounce in her firm, jutting chest.

I headed back to my desk, logged in to the LCTF webmail account, and sent a blank titfuck-course application form to Rebekah's personal e-mail.

A reply came back shortly. 'Hi Martin, thanks for this, I have lots of big-boobed friends who are probably hopeless at titwanks, and I'm going to make them all sign up and get the rest of my course free. I'll be milking you dry (in every sense). Bex xx'

The dirty innuendo sent a surge of arousal through my groin, and I nursed a furtive erection under my desk for some time. I was desperate to pursue Rebekah's flirtatious line of banter by e-mail, but stopped myself, knowing that if any of this crossed the line from a cold, professional transaction into some kind of hot-headed affair, the spell would be broken, and I would risk losing this good thing I was onto.

On the way home I missed a call to my mobile from Jenny - she had left a message telling me to meet her at a specialist lingerie outlet in town called Storm In A D-Cup, which catered specifically to the top-heavy figure. I had been in there once with Alex, and it was a veritable Aladdin's caved of bustiness, beautiful bras in hard-to-find band size to cup size ratios and of course a constant flow of target clientele. There was a coffee shop on the other side of the street, with a table by the window which provided a perfect view of the boutique's entrance and into its shop floor. I had once sat there for three hours, watching the comings and goings of these goddess-like woman as they satisfied the requirements of their unusual figures, their skinny frames and disproportionately huge breasts. The thought of taking Jenny there for a fitting session appealed greatly.

I noted the time and place in my diary and set about preparing for the evening's session with Rebekah. Necked Alex's prescribed dietary supplements, jumped into a cold shower, splashed on some cologne, and dressed in loose-fitting clothes.

Rebekah was on time, and I welcomed her into the flat. 'Beer?'

'You read my mind,' she grinned, accepting a cold, freshly-opened bottle.

We sat, and she set her bag next to the chair. 'Here's the bras and corsets,' she said, 'not sure which of the bras will be best for titfucking purposes.'

'I think it would be best if you modelled them all for me,' I suggested, setting the camcorder to record and taking a seat myself. 'The important thing is that it holds your breasts close together forming a tight passageway through which my cock, I mean your boyfriend's cock, can squeeze.'

She stood and removed her suit jacket. Beneath it she wore a tight orange V-neck top, a tantalising peek of cleavage on show. 'I'd change in another room but you don't mind watching, do you,' she enquired with polite consideration.

'It's a lesson,' I assured her, 'and we have a professional teacher-student relationship here. It's not like you're doing a strip tease for me.'

'True,' she acknowledged, and peeled the top off, standing before me in her bare feet, suit trousers, and an enormous beige bra with smooth cups. 'This isn't one of the sexy bras, you realise,' she hastened, perhaps misinterpreting my wide-eyed stare as one of disapproval. 'I often wear ones like this to the office because they're comfy, they don't show through my clothes, and also my, you know, nipples can get quite stiff sometimes and I need something with a little padding to stop them getting to poky.'

'I quite understand,' I smiled. 'So, what have you brought along?'

She held up a black push-up number. 'This one should be ideal as it's a plunge bra, it's kind of open at the front. The body band sits quite low, and the cups hold the breasts together from the sides.'

'That sounds ideal,' I said, it will hold your breasts in place and yet still leave plenty of room for the male member to penetrate.

'Shall I try it on?'

I nodded eagerly, and Rebekah fumbled with the fastener behind her back, leaning forward to allow the cups of the beige T-shirt bra to fall from her heavily dangling breasts. She cast the garment aside and stood upright holding the black plunge bra, her naked bust thrusting impertinently out towards me in a way that suddenly made me feel like I was wearing 3D glasses. Her areolae were pink and swollen, and the sight of them stiffened my cock creating a conspicuous tent in my loose-fitting linen trousers.

'I see the girls are having their dependable effect on the male libido,' she laughed, eyeing my boner with pride as she fastened the plunge bra back to front, then swivelled it around and hoiked her double-G's into the unusually-designed cups, pulling the straps up over her shoulders. The effect was a quite magnificent pushing-together of her firm jugs, her nipples only just concealed, but her shiny areolae half-uncovered, and an abyss-like cleft that stretched from her collarbone to just above her stomach.

'Good Christ,' I murmured, allowing my sense of awe to get the better of me.

'Not bad, eh?' Rebekah placed her hands on her hips and struck a pose. 'What would you like me to do now?'

'Erm,' I came to my senses and tossed a cushion at her feet. 'Kneel down where you are.'

She did so obediently, and I rose to my feet and pulled my trousers, with difficulty, down over my solid straining erection (which rebounded upwards when released), and let them fall to the ground. Thusly priapic I approached my kneeling work colleague, my obscene engorged boner swaying toward the outrageous cleavage formed by the plunge bra. Her eyelashes, thick with mascara, flipped up and her emerald eyes sparkled up at me in anticipation and wonder. She flicked the fringe of her short dyed hair away from her face and bit her lip coyly.

'Now,' I said, 'Although my cock is clearly already rather lubricated from the substantial amount of pre-cum the sight of your bare breasts has already induced, it would be advisable to make sure the interior of your cleavage is slippery enough to receive me unabrasively.'

'And how shall I do that?' she asked. 'Maybe by rubbing the tip of your penis into the palm of my hand and redistributing it?'

'Excellent idea,' I said, 'But a pure titfuck is executed without the hands touching the penis. Any other idea where you could obtain the necessary moisture?'

Rebekah's green eyes darted around as she mulled this conundrum over in her mind. Then she gave me a slow smile, and slid her hand down the front of her trousers and into her knickers. Her huge imposing chest obscured my view of what was going on, but from the look on her face I instantly knew where her hand had ended up. This was a new one, even on me. After half a minute of gentle massaging action, her hand re-emerged, slick and shiny with vaginal juices. Her fingers slid slowly into her cleavage as she redistributed the fluid, then returned again to her panties, where repeated exploratory manipulation drew forth two more dripping coatings. Her gaze remained locked with mine throughout. The scent was intoxicating, her tits and cleavage now slippery with pussy-juice. 'Will that work?' she said in a low voice.

'Let's find out,' I replied, aroused almost beyond the capacity for speech, and inched my waist forward. The twitching, swollen head of my obscenely priapic cock met with the cleft separating her magnificent tits, and slowly entered, deeper and deeper, until her cleavage had swallowed it whole. 'See again,' I explained, 'How we can now titfuck without cumbersome manual assistance.'

'Ingenious,' Rebekah said. 'What would you like me to do now?'

'Nothing,' I said. 'Simply make a point of expressing how much you are enjoying getting your cleavage fucked.'

Rebekah nodded compliantly, and I started to rock my hips, tentatively thrusting my aching cock in and out of her cleavage, slippery from the combination of pre-cum and the vaginal fluid with which she had so cleverly lubricated herself. Every ingress into the pseudo-pussy formed by firm, tightly-encased breasts sent orgasmic, electric shivers of pleasure down my member, into my balls and groin, alerting every nerve ending, every synapse in my brain to the here and now.

'Mmm, that feels great,' Rebekah said, slightly unconvincingly.

'I don't believe you,' I panted, as I cautiously picked up the pace, concerned that even the slightest sexual increase in sensory stimulation of any kind whatsoever would send me explosively over the edge.

'Keep fucking my tits, sir,' she continued. 'It turns me on so much to feel your hard cock between them.'

'Much better,' I said.

'It's stiffening my nipples under this bra,' she said. 'Shall we take a look?'

'Erm...'

Not waiting for an answer, she raised her hands to the smooth cups of the bra and very slowly slid them outwards until a good inch of engorged, dark pink nipple flicked out from beneath either one. The aroused, sensitized tips of her boobs started to tickle my balls, and, sure enough, the tidal wave of pleasure careened through my body, my balls spasmed and my cock began a violent series of helpless pulses, pumping jism in great quantities into Rebekah's cleavage. A pool of the opaque white goo oozed triumphantly upward to gather under her chin, quickly overflowing down the crevasse of her cleavage and back onto the root of my still-spunking cock.

'Good god, there's so much of it,' marveled Rebekah, seemingly unaware that the credit was all hers. 'I can still feel your cock pumping between my tits, it's pounding harder than my own heart!'

I thrust a final few times in and out of Rebekah's cleavage until it was so slick and slippery with semen that my cock recoiled up and out of it with an audible "pop", dragging with it long molten strands of white slime.

'Mind your trousers, Rebekah,' I cautioned as I noted a glacier of cum travel slowly down her stomach.

She stood in a hurry, the unconstrained majority of her titmeat shaking gloriously on her chest. Without hesitation she unzipped her trousers and yanked them, knickers and all, to the floor, sidestepping them and kicking them deftly to one side, just in time for the river of jism to cross her waistline and make its way down between her legs. 'Fuck that feel so fucking sexy,' she moaned, as she allowed the cum to slide over her shaved pubis.

'It's OK,' I said, 'This exercise is over, you don't have to do the dirty talk any more for now.'

'I mean it,' she growled, 'I've never had this much cum on my body. I don't know how to feel.' She reached back, unhooked the bra, cast it aside letting her heavy tits expand forward to revert to being their naturally pointy selves, then grabbed them and prised them apart, unsticking the cleavage that was still held in place by cum-glue, letting her look down between them at the lower half of her body that her imperious bosom usually concealed from her own view. 'My tits are covered in cum... My stomach is covered in cum... My pussy is covered in cum and I'm dripping all down my legs.' She eyed my cock, still erect, with purpose, then flashed her green eyes back up to my mine. 'I'd better go before I push you back onto that sofa and fuck your brains out.'

'But the lesson's not over...' I protested.

'I'm sorry,' Rebekah gathered up her clothes, a deep blush spreading through her face and chest, 'I'd better take a shower and head back and take it out on my boyfriend. I'm just too turned on tonight. Sorry to disappoint you again.'

Stepping out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, back in her suit trousers, T-shirt bra and orange top, she seemed to have calmed somewhat. She handed me the black plunge bra. 'Would you mind hanging on to this?' she said with a slight cringe. 'It's covered in cum now and I don't want him finding it. He doesn't know I'm coming here, and I don't want him finding out.'

'Sure,' I said, 'I'll give it a wash.'

'You're a life saver,' she smiled in relief, and put on her suit jacket, then her coat, buttoning the latter with difficulty. 'See you at work tomorrow. And thanks for the lesson. Here's the payment for the full hour, not your fault we had cut it short.'

I took the money and waved Rebekah good bye as she rushed out of the apartment block.

Checked my mobile: missed call from Alex.

'Hello?'

'Alex, it's me. You called.'

'Martin, so sorry, were you in one of your sessions?'

'As a matter of fact yes.'

'Bet you had a nice pair of double-Ds wrapped around you when the phone rang.'

'It was on silent, don't worry you didn't interrupt anything. And they were double-Gs.'

'You lucky, lucky boy. How are the supplements working out?'

'Very well, in fact, I had been meaning to call to thank you. You should have seen how much I came earlier this evening.'

'Well in fact that's why I'm calling.'

'Oh?'

'I want to start running a private scientific study of how effective my programme of supplements is. I've been prescribing it for a while, and the feedback has been positive, but not quantifiable. I need statistics.'

'You want me to send you samples?'

'A bit more than that, partly it's analysis of the ejaculate, but I also need to study the force, frequency of individual ejaculations, trajectory, all that sort of thing, so I'll need to study you in person. f you don't mind? Pop in once a week, ejaculate for me, I document everything.'

'...'

'If it's a question of money I'm afraid there's no budget, but perhaps we could start some kind of referral programme where I recommend your lessons to my patients?'

'That sounds fine.'

'Wonderful, thank-you so much! Tomorrow around 6pm at my surgery?'

I gulped down the vitamins and pills and went to bed.

Rebekah winked at me at work the next day. Clearly she had managed to get the sexual frustration out of her system. During a quiet moment alone after a meeting she said that she'd got home to her partner but had skipped the titfuck because she needed satisfying herself so badly, so she'd jumped him straight away and the whole thing barely lasted a minute for either of them. 'I'll try not to get so worked up next time, I promise,' she said, then grabbed her laptop and rushed off to her next meeting.




L.C.T.F. Ch. 05



Later that day I passed Siobhan from Marketing in the corridor. She gave a smile that struck me as rather knowing. Had Rebekah said something? Was she recruiting already?

Alex came down to the practice main entrance to let me in: everyone else had gone home for the day. She was in her nurse's uniform top again, her hair up. 'Thanks so much for doing this,' she said as she showed me into her office.

'Not at all,' I said. 'Least I can do.'

I hung my coat on the stand next to hers and we sat either side of her oak desk. I took the USB stick from my pocket and handed it over.

'More porn?' she gave a wry smile.

'Adult education,' I corrected her. 'It's the titfuck with my student yesterday, I thought you might find it interesting.'

'Aha, thank-you, very considerate, let's take a look.'

She slotted the stick into her laptop and played the video fullscreen, swivelling it round so we could both watch. On screen Rebekah was taking off her orange top.

'Another well-endowed lady,' Alex noted, then looked on slightly slack-jawed as Rebekah's beige bra came off and those firm 1960s cheesecake torpedoes leapt, naked, into view. 'How can she of all people need to be taught how to titfuck?'

'Like I say, you'd be surprised. You've lots of friends with large busts, ask them.'

'Oh I assure you I will. I made you a promise, remember?' she gave a sly wink then returned her attention to the obscene spectacle unfolding on screen. 'Good God, is she...?'

'Lubricating her cleavage with her own juices? Yes indeed.'

'Fucking hell that's hot,' Alex said. 'Why did I never think of that?'

'I guess when you were with me I was so wet with pre-cum there was no need,' I reasoned.

'Well I'll have to remember it if and when my boyfriend decides he wants to experience the pleasure of titfucking these.' She gave her disproportionately large and firm bust a gentle slap, sending it into heavy undulations beneath the uniform top. The damn minx was braless under there. I could now make out her poking nipples. Had she been like that all day? I wouldn't have bet against it. 'What was it that pushed you over the edge this time?' She pointed at the titfuck in progress.

'She let her nipples pop out of her bra... Round about... Now.'

Alex looked on in disappointment. 'Oh what a shame, you're cumming directly into her cleavage, I can't really see...' She paused as the lagoon of jizz started to ooze up between Rebekah's breasts. 'Goodness there's a lot of it. Even by your standards, Martin.'

'What can I say, Alex, the pills you recommended seem to be doing the trick.'

We watched together as Rebekah stripped off her remaining clothes as the cum spread down her body.

'She's absolutely covered in it!' Alex squealed in delight, then fixed me with a serious gaze. 'Now let's study the effects scientifically. Have you taken your supplements today?'

I confirmed that, yes, I had.

'And have you ejaculated since?'

'I've been at work all day. So the answer's no.'

'Marvellous.' Alex stood and, bust swaying, took a tripod, set it up on one side of the office, and placed a small digital video camera on top. 'Undress and stand against that wall, side on to the camera.'

I hesitated.

'Go on!' she said. 'You agreed to this, now you have to see it through.'

Off came my trousers and shirt. 'Socks too?'

'Up to you, but you'll pretty silly naked in socks.'

Like looking good was uppermost in my mind. My semi-erection sprang out as I pulled off my boxers. Alex eyed it with deeply unprofessional lasciviousness.

'Wonderful,' she beamed, 'You're already well on the way, I see.'

I left my socks on and stood, naked, by the wall, onto which Alex had tacked a huge sheet of dark blue paper, cross-checked with white lines. I felt like I was in a porno directed by Eadweard Muybridge. Beneath my feet was plastic sheeting.

'What I'm going to do,' said Alex, setting the camera to record and crossing the room to face me, 'Is film your ejaculation to measure distance and angle, and collect it all, hopefully, in this.' She reached for a large plastic container. It was utterly absurd, but at this point all I wanted to do was shoot my load.

'Now I just have to help you cum without you touching yourself,' she shrugged. 'I appreciate you'd have to be in an advanced state of sexual arousal. Would you like some pornography?'

'Alex, you know the power to make me cum is easily within your means. I can tell you're not wearing a bra. Just open up your top and show me your tits.'

'No Martin! I can't. We can't. I have a... I really shouldn't.'

'But the other night...'

'That didn't happen,' she insisted sternly.

I sighed. 'Look my erection is subsiding.' Alex watched it anxiously.

'Could you play the video of Rebekah undressing then? I was getting turned on watching that.'

I could see Alex's jealousy getting the better of her again as she thought it over. 'Fine, I'll show you my boobs,' she snapped at last. 'But not a word to anyone.'

'You can trust me,' I said, erection returning already at the mere thought of perving Alex's perfect breasts.

She held the plastic semen-gathering vessel in front of her. 'Problem is, how do I open my top while holding on to this? You'll ejaculate as soon as you see my naked boobs, and there won't be time to pick it up again.'

'Turn around,' I said, 'Take your top off, get the tray, then turn around again to face me.'

'Excellent idea,' she said, and turned away, setting the container on the desk beside her. Her uniform top came off, and I started to emit pre-cum in a steady stream at the sight of her big wobbling breasts sticking out either side of her skinny naked back. She took the container again and looked at me over her shoulder. 'Ready for this jelly?' she asked.

'I'm already on the edge,' I confirmed.

'OK,' she said. 'Three... Two... One!'

She span around to face me, a bare-breasted vision of horny perfection. The sudden movement sent her heavy, jutting tits into wild, jostling motion, slapping audibly against one another in the process while she herself stood perfectly still.

A thick white rope of cum shot into the air and sailed across the office in Alex"s direction, draping itself over her head and face. Second and third eruptions collided with her magnificent naked breasts, whose continuing bounce and wobble sent them in splattering ricochet to either side. A fourth dose of pent-up jism made it into her cleavage with split seconds to spare. The fifth, sixth, and seventh weaker eruptions flew pathetically to the plastic sheeting below before Alex could catch them.

Not a single drop of cum ended up in the plastic container.

Alex stared into it in despair, festooned with cum in her hair, on her face, clogging her cleavage and dripping from her still jauntily-bouncing nipples. 'I may need to rethink this.'

We arranged to meet the following week to give it another go.

A text from Rebekah on the way home: "Forwarded the application form to a few friends, all at least D-cups, they all sounded intrigued xx"

I reflected upon the possibilities with glee. Enough regular paying students and I could quit my job.

But, easy come, easy go, as they say, and Saturday arrived bringing with it the occasion to spend what would no doubt be a healthy portion of my earnings on a new bra for Jenny. I arrived early, securing my usual table at the coffee shop across the road, enjoying the steady flow of top-heavy women in and out of the Storm In A D-Cup boutique, and texted Jenny to let her know where I was. I had been solidly erect for nearly an hour when she strode in and approached my vantage point.

'Shall we?' she said with a callously raised eyebrow.

I rose with difficulty and we crossed the street to the lingerie shop.

The proprietor, an enterprising and well-known young woman called Nina Bridges, greeted us with a dazzling smile. She was medium height and gracefully curvaceous, with an ample and shapely bust of her own. 'Good afternoon, feel free to browse, let me know if you need help.' We thanked her, and I followed Jenny around the small shop floor while she perused the lacy, silky treasures on display.

A willowy, gigantic-titted girl in her early twenties smiled at me from behind a long untidy fringe as she strolled toward the changing room. My cock strained eagerly, and I made a mental note to get business cards printed up. My new life was making me see big-bosomed women in an entirely new light. They weren't unattainable goddesses to be objectified and manipulated into disastrous attempts at romantic relationships: they were all business prospects. It was one brand of cynicism giving way to another, and although my motives were still largely selfish, I didn't really feel any guilt. I wasn't misleading anyone, my clients were happy, everything was out in the open. The girl with the fringe hadn't closed the changing room curtain properly, and through the gap a couple of inches wide I had the good fortune to spy her from behind as she took off her sweater and unhooked her huge polka-dot bra, leaning forward to shake the cups off, affording me a mouth-watering glimpse of the sides of her glorious pale udders dangling beneath her gangly hunched frame...

'Martin.'

It was Jenny, calling me from across the shop floor. An eyelash from within the changing room flipped up, and a dark brown eye glanced up at me. I looked hastily away and wandered over to join Jenny. The curtain, interestingly, remained slightly open.

'What do you think of this?' Jenny held up a lacy red bra to her large rounded bust.

.What's the occasion?' I asked.

'Hen do tomorrow. We all have to wear red underwear for some reason.' She called across to Nina Bridges. 'Excuse me?'

Bridges walked briskly toward us, her chest wobbling delightfully from side to side with each high-heeled step. She was smartly dressed in a tight black skirt and matching jacket, with green V-neck sweater beneath, a tantalising glimpse of deep, soft cleavage on view. Her striking red hair was cut in a sleek bob, and thick-rimmed glasses perched on her button nose. 'How many I help?' she smiled, glancing briefly at me.

'I think I'm a 34F,' said Jenny. 'Could I try this on please?'

'What size are you wearing at the moment?' said Bridges, peering at Jenny's chest.

'This is a 36E,' Jenny replied. 'I've lost a little weight though recently.'

'The fitting room will be free in a moment,' said Bridges. We looked toward the curtain, which at that moment swished open, and the tall svelte girl with the long tousled hair stepped out in nothing but skinny jeans and a huge pink balconette bra, with a sales tag hanging from one shoulder strap.

'Excuse me one moment,' Bridges said to us, turning and walking over to the young woman.

'These cups feel tight,' the girl moaned. 'I can feel myself about to come out of them.'

'Hmm,' Bridges said, stooping to inspect the cups, running her finger around the edges. 'We may have to go up to the 30K. Give them a jiggle for me?'

The girl shimmied her shoulders. Her huge tits shook in glorious slow-motion until, sure enough, her left nipple, a rich dark reddish-brown to match her hair and eyes, contrasting with her pale pink skin, wobbled its way out of the cup and pointed perkily upwards.

'Martin, don't stare!' admonished Jenny.

The girl looked over to us and gave a big smile and a wave which set her exposed boob into wiggly motion again. 'It's OK!' she called over to us cheerily. 'I don't mind!' Clearly a free spirit of some sort, adorably goofy in a way. I liked her already. Jenny eyed me with distaste.

Nina Bridges disappeared through a door to the stockroom. The skinny girl waited, smiling at us, not bothering to pull the left bra cup up over her beautiful exposed nipple.

'So nice to see a fella go bra shopping with his girlfriend,' the girl said.

'I'm not his girlfriend,' Jenny said sharply. I gave an apologetic shrug.

'Regardless,' the girl shrugged, 'It's nice to see a man take an interest.'

Bridges returned from the stockroom with the same pink bra in a different size. 'Try this,' she said. The girl took it, gave me a little wave, and went back into the fitting room, closing the curtain carelessly behind her again. Bridges went in after her to consult.

'Who knows how long she'll be,' said Jenny quietly. 'I'll just try this on here, there's no-one else around.' She handed me her handbag, briskly shrugged off her coat which she gave me too hold as well, then unbuttoned her blouse, opened it wide to reveal a rather dull everyday white bra, beneath which her full, soft, round breasts heaved and jostled in a manner that was by contrast anything but dull.

'I'd ask you not to jizz your pants,' Jenny said as she reached behind and unhooked the bra, 'But you probably already did that when Tits McGee had her wardrobe malfunction.'

Jenny's bra came off and I gazed nostalgically at her big, round, soft breasts and thick pink nipples. Once upon a time she had relished any opportunity to coax me to orgasm using them, but those fun times were in the past. I handed her the red bra, into which she strapped herself.

'How does it feel?' I asked.

Jenny arched her back and gave her tits a shimmy. 'Fine. And they seem well-contained. 34F it is.' She unhooked it and let it fall again, then handed it to me.

'I forgot how beautiful your breasts are,' I said, as her naked melons swung and quivered naked between us.

'Oh give it a rest,' she muttered. She put her bra back on and dressed, just as Bridges and her busty customer, now back in her baggy sweater, emerged from the changing room.

'All yours now,' the shop owner said.

Jenny slung her handbag over her shoulder. 'It's okay, I've decided this is the one.'

We all went to the till. Tits McGee paid for her new bra. It wasn't cheap.

'How's business?' She asked, as Nina Bridges wrapped the bra in tissue.

'Good, thanks,' the businesswoman replied. 'British women's boobs just keep getting bigger, so I'm addressing a gap in the market. Going into business for yourself isn't without its challenges, though.'

'Tell me about it!' I said, strategically.

'What do you do?' Asked the K-cup beanpole.

Jenny rolled her eyes. 'You're not going to tell them, are you?'

'Tell us what?' smiled the girl, interest piqued.

'I, um...' I began.

'He gives women private tuition in how to titfuck.'

Bridges' eyes widened. The young woman looked at Jenny, then at me. 'What's that?' she smiled innocently.

Jenny handed over her red bra to Nina, who rang the transaction through the till. 'It's when you use your boobs to drive a man to orgasm,' she explained matter-of-factly, probably delighted at being sexually one-up on the girl.

'My boyfriend loves my boobs,' the willowy brunette said. 'Can't take his eyes off 'em! Never put them to use beyond that though.'

I took a pen from my pocket and scribbled the LCTF e-mail address on the back of the receipt which the girl had left on the counter. 'Here, drop me a line, I'll tell you more about what I do.'

'Sure!' The girl took the slip of paper, gave another beaming smile, and sauntered out of the shop.

'Unbelievable,' Jenny shook her head.

'That'll be ninety pounds,' smiled Nina, eyeing me with ambivalent curiosity as she placed the red bra into a cardboard bag.

I counted out the cash.

That night and Sunday morning I tried to distract myself from 1) constantly checking the webmail account (no-one had got in touch), and 2) masturbating furiously by designing some professional-looking LCTF business cards, minimal and classy. I needed a website. I knew nothing about website programming. Figuring Rebekah, as an IT bod, must know someone, I shot her a quick E-mail asking for suggestions.

And then it was time for my Sunday afternoon session with the delectable Emma Enderby.

She slumped into the sofa and accepted a mug of tea. 'Another date with Henry that went no-where,' she said.

'You've still not actually done it?'

She stood and started to undress before me in a manner which had now become routine. 'Never seem to get the privacy. We're both going mad with sexual frustration. He won't stop talking about my boobs and he hasn't even seen them, let alone fucked them. And I've reached a point where I need a bloody good seeing to.' Her vintage-style bra came off and I became instantly, painfully erect at the sight of her wonderful breasts as they bobbed around. 'Anyway, enough of that, let's focus on the lesson so I can take my mind off sex for an hour!'

She took off her trousers and stood before me in nothing but her pink knickers and white ankle-socks, and waited patiently for me to begin the tuition, a keen smile on her pretty face. My balls boiled away angrily.

'This week I'd like to try out a very different position,' I stood, my cock flagpole-stiff. 'Let's go to the bedroom.' I gestured toward the bedroom door and Emma scurried past excitedly, her breasts wobbling up and down, side to side. I followed.

'Oh, before I forget,' Emma blurted as she stood by my bed. 'I have a friend, Helen, who's very interested in starting lessons. May I bring her along next time, to watch?'

'Sure,' I said, 'No problem at all.'

'She's a 32DD, that's big enough isn't it?'

'I should think so,' I nodded.

'She's a little shy around boys, rather low self esteem, but her boobs are really wonderful. I thought it would help her come out of her shell.'

'By all means bring her along,' I smiled. 'Shall we proceed?'

'Yes of course sir,' Emma said gravely. 'Knickers on or knickers off?'

'Off please,' I said.

Emma's magnificently perky jugs jounced elastically as she wriggled her way out of her pink underpants.

I lay down on the bed, erection sticking up almost vertically. 'We're going to try a titfuck in a 69 position,' I said. 'Does that mean anything to you?'

Emma shook her head, and her breasts shook too, as though they didn't know either.

'First,' I said, 'I'd like you to kneel either side of my chest, facing away from me.'

'Away from you?' she repeated.

'Yes, facing that way,' I pointed.

Emma clambered onto the bed and straddled my chest. My field of vision was filled by her glorious round backside. 'Sorry I've such a huge arse,' she said.

'It's perfect,' I said, resisting the powerful urge to grab it with both hands and sink my greedy fingers into her plump creamy buttocks.

'That's very kind of you to say so,' Emma said politely, though not in agreement.

'Now,' I continued, 'If you lean forward you will find that your breasts fall into place either side of my erect penis.'

'I see, how clever!' Emma leaned forward gradually, arching her back, rising slightly on her knees, and lifting her hips and arse up above my face. I was now greeted with the sight of either the neat pink folds of her pink pussy above or, if I swiveled my gaze forward between her straddling legs, my own rock-hard cock flanked by smooth bulging underboob.

'The weight of your breasts will hold them firmly in place around me,' I said from my lucky vantage point. 'Now all you have to do is get them moving.'

Her arms planted on the bed by my thighs, Emma began to rock her body ever so slightly backwards and forwards. Her breasts, hanging heavily, started to swing as a result, grazing my cock this way then that with each undulation. I was beyond turned on. The sight, sound, and sensation of Emma's tremendous tits wrestling with my aching boner, combined with the growing, intoxicating aroma of her moistening pussy above my face, were all-enveloping. I felt like I was floating in space, departed from this dimension, transported to heaven.

'Your cock is so hard!' she observed, starting to get into the rhythm, working her breasts with minimal movement. 'Am I doing it right?'




L.C.T.F. Ch. 05



'Oh Emma, it's wonderful,' I said lamely, unable to express myself in words that even came close.

'I'm so turned on Martin,' she moaned. 'I'm sorry if I... if I...' A raindrop of pussy juice plopped onto my bottom lip from her gyrating quim. 'Oh fuck I'm so wet!'

Finally unable to control myself, I stretched my neck, extended my tongue, and flicked it against her cunt. I needed that taste more than anything. Auguste Escoffier himself, using the finest ingredients known to man, could not have conjured a more exquisite delicacy. I went back for more, this time taking a big ice-cream lick from the expanding, dripping pink folds, as Emma's divine jugs continued to wobble around my cock.

'Oh Martin!' Emma yelped breathlessly. 'What are you... what are you doing?'

'I'm sorry I can't resist any more,' I wailed between delicious mouthfuls of pussy. I knew it was wrong, but something in my brain had snapped. 'You turn me on so much.'

It was as though Emma had been waiting for this all along. In one balletic manoeuvre she swung her leg up and swivelled her torso round, instantly, and cruelly, robbing me simultaneously of the comforting cock-warmth of her silky cleavage, and the rich, salty, umami tang of her cunt. Her other leg swung up and suddenly she was facing me, her tits dangling outrageously above my face and then...

She descended onto my cock.

In one plunging drop, her sopping, gaping fanny swallowed me whole.

'I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!' she gabbled, as she used my cock to fuck herself toward orgasm.

'We... we shouldn't...' was all I could manage. But even as I was protesting I was taking her heavy wobbling boobs in my tingling hands, all sensation disappearing as my metabolism channeled its every resource to my roaring erection.

Emma howled a high-pitched cry of ecstasy as her orgasm hit. 'Oh Christ oh fuck that feels amazing!' she laughed between squeals of pleasure.

'I'm... I'm going to...' I stammered dizzily.

Thinking quickly, Emma disengaged herself from me with a plop, scrambled down to the end of the bed where she knelt between my legs. 'Quick, cum between my boobs!'

I pushed myself down until my raw, twitching erection sandwiched itself into her naturally tight cleavage where, with no further assistance, a fountain of jism, visibly enhanced by Alex's magic combination of supplements, shot high above both of us, erupting repeatedly out of the by now desensitized tip of my throbbing penis. The majority of it out of the way, Emma took her tits in her hands and massaged me delicately to a gradually decelerating finish, the last couple of thick wads sprawling, exhausted, onto those bulging orbs.

Emma crawled woozily onto the bed and collapsed next to me. We lay there, panting heavily, for several minutes. Emma turned to me. 'Martin I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have...'

'It's... it's my fault,' I mumbled groggily. 'I shouldn't have licked you like that.'

'Thank-you so much for the orgasm. I've needed to cum for weeks now, and I'm not getting it from Henry. All I've wanted is to be able to think straight without constantly obsessing about sex.'

'Glad I could help,' I said. It was the least I could do, in fairness.

Emma, showered and dressed, joined me for a vodka in the kitchen before leaving. 'It's OK,' she said. 'It never happened.' She left three twenties and a ten on the kitchen table, put her coat on, and departed into the evening.



L.C.T.F. Ch. 06



Rebekah's pussy juices streamed down onto my face, but I remained strong. She had insisted on trying the 69-titfuck after hearing about it from Emma, and so here we were on my bed, her firm knockers slapping my happy erection every which way.

'You're so hard!' she said. Emma had remarked on this too, and indeed there was something about this position which really added something to my stiffness. 'Are you going to come like this?'

'We could try a different position?' I suggested, attention divided between Rebekah's shaved, glistening cunt and what I could make out of her shapely bouncing tits.

'I'm very close to cumming,' I said. 'I think it would be useful for you to experience the climax from this position... oh fuck here it comes.' Rebekah received a violent ejaculation in the face, causing her to recoil slightly in alarm and reverse her quim onto my face, smearing it with her sexual wetness.

The sensation clearly sent some mild orgasmic wave of pleasure through her, as she yelped slightly and dismounted from me. 'So sorry about that,' she said awkwardly, then, as she repositioned herself to kneel beside me and saw my still rather pathetically spunking cock. 'Do I need to finish you off? What's the procedure?'

'Think back to our previous lessons.'

Rebekah's eyes lit up and she scrambled round to the side of the bed and scooped my twitching cock up between her beautiful big tits where it stiffened into a renewed lease of cum-spewing life. 'Oh Martin you cum so much, it's amazing to see,' she said. 'Even if we weren't having these lessons I think I'd want to come round to titfuck your cock, just to see the result.' She stood, tits thick with white gunk. 'Thing is, as you know, I get too turned on. Do you mind if I...?' Her right hand found its way between her legs.

'I quite understand,' I said, still incapacitated from the orgasm, and watched as the nude, top-heavy girl from I.T. fingered herself efficiently to her own climax while still standing up.

Rebekah slumped down to sit on the edge of the bed, flushed with sexual relief, and caught her breath, then turned to me. 'Have you heard from any of my friends yet?' she said.

I shook my head.

'I'll chase them. Few of my old friends from school. And I spoke to a couple of the girls at work and they're very keen.'

'Who?' I asked.

'You know the girl in sales with the enormous rack?'

'Deborah Stratton?'

'Of course you know who she is,' Rebekah teased. 'Anyway, we often talk sex, and so inevitably this came up, and she said she'd send you an application form.'

I couldn't believe my luck.

'And if she does, let me know what those tits look like naked.'

I assured Rebekah that I would.

'Then there's Laura, one of the admin assistants. Young girl? Short blonde hair? Doesn't work on your floor, maybe you don't know her. Anyway you'll be hearing from her, too, I hope. You're really onto something here Martin, girls with big boobs don't know how to give a proper titfuck, and they all want to learn. Who wants to waste tits like these?' She stood again, faced me, and shook her fabulous jugs, her arms raised above her head. 'Oh my god are you getting hard again?' she stared in amazement at my stirring penis. 'I should let you recover. I'm going for a shower if you don't mind?' She disappeared into the bathroom.

I necked one of Alex's pills with a glass of water. When Rebekah returned, squeaky clean and shower-fresh, we moved on to another position. As she lay on the carpet, tits held aloft while I ploughed my cock back and forth within her firm cleavage, she continued to talk about her busty acquaintances.

'We move in packs, you know,' she said, absent-mindedly pumping my cock with her breasts as it passed in and out of her tits. 'Us busty girls. When I was at school there was a whole gang of us. But even though we'd all talk about sex all the time, we'd never talk about titfucking. It's not something girls really think about, although I guess boys fantasize about it all the time.'

'Certainly the boys who are obsessed with big tits, anyway,' I said, fucking steadily.

'Well we bosomy girls have been missing a trick all along. If only you'd been there to teach me this when I was eighteen. I was already a G-cup then, though my boobs were of course a lot perkier than they are now.'

She knew exactly what she was doing, and giggled triumphantly as I shot my load over her grinning face. 'Bad Martin!' she scolded. 'Cumming over my eighteen-year-old boobs!'

I disengaged, my cock spurting a final unexpected string of jism through the air and onto Rebekah's tits as she released them, jiggling, toward her armpits. 'Excellent work,' I said. 'I'm impressed how you manage to retain an element of control even when I'm in the dominant position.'

'I can't wait to try these positions out for real,' Rebekah said, rising from the floor and heading to the bathroom again.

When she emerged, pulling her top over her big bust, I was taking the camcorder from its tripod.

'Ooh, can we watch it back before I go?' she said.

'Sure I guess,' I said, and plugged the camera into the TV. Thumbnails of the various scenes stored on the camera, one of which caught a freeze-frame of Emma's glorious boobs in mid-bounce. Rebekah leaned over and grabbed the remote control before I could get to it and, a mischievous glint in her eye, pressed play. It was a clip of the 69-titfuck from Sunday which had escalated unwisely to full intercourse. On screen, Emma's boobs were slapping my cock to and fro.

Rebekah squealed naughtily. 'She's so good at it!' she enthused. 'Her tits are so much bouncier than mine, so much more wobbly.'

I seized the remote control from her just in time to stop the clip before Emma span around and started to fuck me. Really didn't want Rebekah seeing that and potentially freaking out. 'Now now,' I said, and played the clip of the same position being carried out by Rebekah instead. Rebekah watched with interest, and gasped in spite of herself at the moment where she received the full force of my load right in the face.

'I think I'm getting good at this,' she said.

That Thursday after work I returned to Alex's surgery for a second attempt at her dubious scientific exploration of my ejaculatory capabilities now that I was following her prescribed programme of supplements and dietary changes.

'I think I've got it worked out now,' she said as she took my coat. 'I've laid out these containers in roughly the places I anticipate your semen will end up. I've weighed them all, and afterwards I'll weigh them again and calculate the difference.

'Eureka,' I remarked.

'I'm a what?'

I laughed weakly. An array of white plastic trays were distributed around the office, including one suspended from the ceiling, above where Alex had stood last time, presumably to catch the first, most forceful eruptions. 'What if cum gets onto your chest?'

'I've thought about that, too,' she said. 'I've weighed myself on a highly accurate set of digital scales, and will weigh myself afterwards, and again calculate the difference.'

'How can it possibly fail?' I reasoned.

'Precisely,' said Alex. 'I'm wearing a front-fastening bra which will simply pop open when I breathe in deeply, so we should be able to schedule your orgasm quite accurately. Question: is there a chance that you might cum from seeing my naked pussy before you see my naked tits?'

'Why do you ask?' I narrowed my eyes.

'I weighed myself wearing nothing but the bra, so I'm going to have to strip entirely naked apart from that before we set off the experiment.'

I mulled this over. 'I think seeing you wearing nothing but a bra is probably going to turn me on quite a lot --'

'-- and make you want to fuck me?' she sounded a little desperate.

'Alex there isn't a minute goes by that I don't want to fuck you.' My anguish was heartfelt.

'You can't fuck me,' she said sternly. 'I have a new boyfriend now.'

'Don't worry I'm not going to fuck you,' I said. 'I'm just going to shoot my load at the sight of your naked breasts, as agreed.'

'Good,' she said. 'Let's undress. Same position as last week.'

I stripped off while she set the camera recording, then watched as she herself undressed. The sight brought back bittersweet memories of our brief time together, of several-times-daily sex. Her white uniform top came off, beneath which a black roll-neck sweater, that too was whipped off to reveal a small beleaguered black bra that had the thankless task of trying to keep Alex's massive tits in check. She slipped off her trousers, then her tights, the gave a me a quick, ambiguous, glance, before pulling her knickers down to reveal her wildly unkempt bush. Fuck I'd missed that. My naked cock hardened, the sight pushing me much closer to touchless orgasm than I'd imagined.

'Dammit I miss fucking you,' I heard myself say.

'I feel guilty enough baring my breasts for you,' Alex said crossly, adding: 'And for giving you that titfuck the other week.' She walked over to the other side of the plastic matting, stepping carefully over the arrangement of spunk-trays, her arm crossed over her chest presumably to stop the tiny bra from giving up the struggle against her breasts prematurely.

There she was, the best lay I'd ever had, with only an ill-fitting bra separating us from being nude together again at last.

'Ready?' she said, arms by her side, breasts ballooning in front of her.

'Ready when you are,' I confirmed.

'Three... two... one... ' Alex drew herself to full height, inhaled, arched her back, and *PING* the little black bra popped open and those extraordinary breasts leapt forward amidst an almost instantaneous shower of happy jism. I moaned in joy and despair as my cock and balls pumped kudos towards those shapely pinnacles of womanhood, like milky liquid applause, a standing, spunking ovation, an awards ceremony lavished upon tits that deserved nothing less.

Alex was only half aware of the spectacle, as she was concentrating on the many and varied trajectories of my cum-blasts. Her plan seemed to be working, confirmed by the patter of cumpuddles into the strategically-placed receptacles, including two into the one over her head. Several strands of jism were also adorning her splendid nipples.

'I think that's me finished,' I panted as the spasms subsided.

'Stay where you are while I sort all of this out,' she instructed, and tiptoed, the pathetic cups of the outmatched bra hanging limply beneath her armpits, towards the scales. She noted the readout and scuttled across to the desk to write it down.

'Happy?' I asked.

'Delighted,' she chirruped. 'It seems to have gone to plan. Can you see yourself out? I've got to weigh all of this cum.'

Back home, still turned on beyond belief, I checked the LCTF webmail. There was one from Emma, who attached an application form completed by the friend she had talked about wanting to bring along to watch our next lesson together.

*****

NAME: Helen Paisley

DATE OF BIRTH: 30/7/1987

CURRENT BRA SIZE: 32DD

BRA SIZE HISTORY (by approximate year)

2001 - 30B

2002 - 32D

2003 - 34E

2004 - 32DD

HEIGHT: 5'5"

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight

PLEASE TELL US WHAT YOU HOPE TO GAIN FROM THIS COURSE

"I have relatively little sexual experience, stemming from what I acknowledge is a lack of self-confidence, combined with a distrust of men. My good friend Emma tells my best physical feature is my bust, and I hope that expertise in using this asset in a dominant role in sexual situations will help me regain confidence."

WHAT IS YOUR EXPERIENCE OF INTER-MAMMARY SEX? PLEASE DESCRIBE IN DETAIL ANY NOTABLE ENCOUNTERS

"I have no experience of inter-mammary sex."

GIVE A DETAILED WRITTEN DESCRIPTION OF YOUR BREASTS AND YOUR EXPERIENCE OF LIVING WITH THEM ON A DAY TO DAY BASIS

"My breasts are large, high, and conical in shape. I have, I would say, medium sized areolae, which are skin-coloured, and slightly inverted nipples, the same colour as my areolae. I like them because they are very firm and don't bounce in a way that distracts me or those around me. Finding bras that fit is generally not a problem, although the fact that my nipples sit so high means that they usually sit above the edge of bra cups, and when my exposed nipples rub against the fabric of my clothing it can be somewhat uncomfortable for me."

*****

I looked Helen up on Facebook via Emma's profile, half expecting a rather plain-faced young woman, but in fact she was rather pretty. My guess was that she was simply repressed and uptight. I liked the sound of those tits though, and prepared to spend the next few days in anticipatory abstinence.

The breast-fast was momentarily broken on Friday evening by an e-mail showing up from a Shelley Sinclair, who introduced herself as the girl I'd met at Storm In A D-Cup the previous weekend. I couldn't believe she'd not written me off as an utter pervert. I thanked her for getting in touch, e-mailed her an application form, and tried to resist the temptation to refresh the inbox every thirty seconds.

As it was, Sunday afternoon arrived without word from Shelley, and I opened the door of my apartment to see the lovely Emma, accompanied by her librarian friend Helen, who gave a rather stiff smile and mumbled a greeting. I ushered them in and made them both comfortable.

'Thank-you for completing the questionnaire, Helen,' I said, handing the prim young woman a cup of tea.

'That's okay,' she said quietly. 'It felt a bit strange writing about myself like that.'

Emma looked at her fondly and patted her hand. 'Well this is all about boosting your confidence in your body. Soon it won't feel strange at all.'

'What happens in these lessons?' Helen asked between sips of Earl Grey.

'It's entirely practical,' said Emma, 'Very hands-on. Or should I say hands-off, because Martin is most insistent upon the hands-free purity of an orgasm that is achieved solely through the manipulation of the penis by breasts.'

'It sounds rather complicated.'

'If I can give a titfuck then do can anyone!' laughed Emma.

I stood. 'Now, Helen, we're going to undress and start the lesson, but obviously feel free to stay fully clothed yourself and watch.'

Helen nodded and watched, scarlet-faced, as I removed my trousers and boxer shorts.

'You'll notice I'm not erect yet,' I said to Helen, who looked, reluctantly, at my dangling cock. 'It's now up to Emma to stimulate me to an aroused state by talking about her breasts.

Emma unbuttoned her blouse. She was wearing a very big skintone bra with smooth cups. 'Do you like my new bra?' she beamed with pride. 'I got properly fitted yesterday, it seems I've been wearing the wrong size for ages.'

'Where did you go to get measured?' asked Helen.

'This place called Storm In A D-Cup,' Emma continued. 'Do you know it?'

Helen and I both nodded.

'Well,' said Emma, 'the young lady who runs the shop sized me up personally. She has pretty huge boobs herself, and in fact, to put customers at ease she insists on being topless herself when doing the measurements. It makes the whole thing a bit of girly fun.'

'Nina Bridges got her tits out while she was fitting you for a bra?' I was interested in knowing more.

'Yes and you'd have loved them Martin,' Emma said. 'I think they're even bigger than mine, and they're ever so pretty, she has big rosy nipples and a very deep cleavage, perfect for titfucking.'

'As you can now see, Helen,' I said, 'All this talk of breasts is getting my penis quite large and stiff.'

Emma continued. 'So, when she'd finished, I found out that I am, in fact... a size 34FF! Imagine that! So this is my first 34FF bra!'

'Wow Emma that's huge!' said Helen, impressed. 'I have to say, I'm now quite curious to see them.'

'I suppose it would be rude of me not to get them out, then, wouldn't it?' Emma slid the straps off her shoulders and started to bounce slowly, her tits wobbling in the loosened cups of her her brassiere. With a flick of her fingers she snapped open the backstrap and swept the undergarment away, letting her bare breasts jiggle free, her nipples, now untethered, rising pertly toward the ceiling.

Helen's jaw dropped in an expression of shock and awe. 'Goodness, Emma,' she said quietly, 'I knew you had big boobs, but I had no idea they were so... perky.'

'I know, they're such a nuisance,' said Emma, looking down at her huge jaunty nude double-F's with a sigh. 'I wish they'd just point forward like everyone else's, instead I have these freakish things aiming upwards at crazy angles.' She put her fingers to her nipples and bent her breasts down until they pointed out at a 90 degree angle, then let them go, but they rebounded upwards again with spring-loaded elasticity and bobbed around playfully.

'That's not a bad thing,' I said.

'Oh good,' Helen exhaled with relief. 'Mine point upwards too, I was concerned it might be a bad thing.'

'I bet your boobies are beautiful Helen, they always look so big and firm and pert,' said Emma, her own tits still quivering enticingly.

Helen looked down, embarrassed. 'I wouldn't know,' she said. 'I don't know what men like.'

'They like big boobs,' said Emma, 'And like I've been telling you, you've no worries in that department. And they like titfucking, which can be learnt, and that's what Martin is for.'

I smiled reassuringly. 'Emma, let's show Helen how far you've come.'

Emma beamed. 'And I'll show her how far I can make you come, too.' With that, she knelt in front of me, pressed her tight-set breasts into my groin until my hard cock was secured between them, and started to rock up and down, her hands down by her thighs. The sensation of her smooth tits sliding up and down my cock, held in place by nothing other than their own mass, was electrifying.

'I'm masturbating Martin's penis with my breasts,' Emma explained to the mortified Helen, 'Can you see? It's just his cock and my breasts, and the tiniest bit of movement.'

'And that's all it takes?' stammered Helen.

'It's a bit harder than it looks,' said Emma, putting the tiniest hint of a jiggle into motion, 'But I think I'm getting there.' She looked up at me and smiled at the look of complete and utter sexual surrender my face was presumably betraying.

'What would happen if you squeezed your breasts more tightly together?' Helen asked, curious.

'Let's see, shall we,' Emma said. 'May I, sir?'

In fact I never wanted this gentle, perfectly judged titwank to ever end, but in the interest of Emma making her point I nodded my permission for her to step things up.

Emma raised her hands from her sides, grabbed her big breasts and very gradually squeezed them more tightly around my cock, still manipulating them upwards and downwards. The effect was too much for me, and I babbled something to the effect that I was going to cum.

And cum I did. A lengthy rope of jism rocketed vertically into the air from the tight squeeze of abundant cleavage then landed on Emma's back. A second joined it there, while Emma continued to rub her jugs up and down my shaft. A third and fourth drew thick white lines of sexual relief over her wavy ginger hair and her face and glasses, while remaining few lolled happily over her dainty hands and heaving naked bust.

Helen was frozen in horror.

Emma stood, releasing my twitching erection from the grip of her cleavage with grace and sensitivity, and turned away from me. 'Is it all down my back?' she asked.

My first eruptions extended from the back of her head in two parallel lines of healthy jizz down her slender back, past her tiny waist, toward her flared hips, ending halfway down the curves of her ample buttocks.

'I... I think I had better go.' Helen was white as a sheet and looked ready to faint as she stood and stumbled past the cum-decorated goddess toward the door. Emma and I shot each other looks of concern.




L.C.T.F. Ch. 06



'Helen, are you okay? Would you like a glass of water?'

'I'm fine, I just think I need to... take this a little more slowly.' Helen put her coat on.

Emma jiggled toward her, arms outstretched

'Hug?'

'Thanks, but you're covered in... in...' Helen waved a hand in the direction of Emma's bountiful bare chest, which was glistening with its generous fresh coating of translucent milky jism.

'Oh yes, sorry,' mumbled Emma, looking down at the lake of cum and seeing Helen's point.

The prim brunette thanked me, explained that she needed fresh air, and left, promising to be in touch to arrange the first lesson.

'That could have gone better,' said Emma as she wiped her tits dry with kitchen paper while I took care of the sticky mess all down her back.

We finished the lesson with a side-on titfuck, Emma kneeling by me next to the bed, deftly rubbing me to a second orgasm. She was clearly trying not to think about the previous lesson's indiscretion and avoided eye-contact throughout. I encouraged her to keep up the dirty tit-talk but her remarks, though pleasantly saucy, were half-hearted. I still managed to shoot an extraordinary wad all over her juicy tits, of course - it was impossible not to.

'Going to need a bit more enthusiasm, Emma,' I said as she mopped up the cum from between her breasts. 'Otherwise a sound titwank, well done.

Emma smiled at me, and the week's lesson was over.

That evening the phone rang. I was expecting it to be Helen, but it was an unfamiliar voice on the line.

'Is that Martin?'

'Speaking.'

'You don't know me, my name is Coralie St John. I hope you don't mind my calling on a Sunday evening. Your friend Jenny gave me your number, we met on a hen party last weekend.

'Ah, the one where you all had to wear red underwear.'

'Yes, that's the one. We noticed we were wearing the same size bra, and the conversation turned to breasts, and then the conversation turned to you. I think you might be in a position to help me out.'

'And how may I be of assistance?'

'I'm the sex education teacher at Stonemere Park Grammar School for Girls. I have a group of young ladies in their second year of A-levels who attend a sort of after-school club that I run, in which I instruct them in the ways of safe sex. They've grown from girls into women, and their blossoming physical characteristics are likely to make them easy targets for predatory men. Anyway I was telling Jenny how we'd covered subjects like fellatio, handjobs, and such and such, but that I was considering doing titfucking as a subject. And she said you give tuition?'

'I do,' I said. Where was this going, I wondered.

'Excellent. Well, the education board unfortunately hasn't provided any learning materials on this particular topic, and I wanted to show the girls a film, so I wondered if I might take advantage of your services in the coming week so that we might make an instructional film together, you and I.'

'You want to show your pupils a film... of your breasts being fucked?' School had certainly changed since my days. Or perhaps it had always been like that for girls.

'The alternative is pornography, of which I strongly disapprove, and I want to ensure that the resulting video is of sufficient educational value. We'll have to make sure my face isn't seen on film, of course.'

'Of course. I have all the facilities for making a film and I'm sure we'll be able to come up with something you can use in your class.'

'Splendid,' Miss St John said. 'I'll come to you. How is Wednesday?'

'Any time,' I said, and gave her my address.

'I'll head down to you when school finishes,' she said. 'Should be with you about seven o'clock, if that works for you. Will I need to bring anything?'

'Unless you have any specific items of clothing you wish to be wearing on screen, then just come as you are.'

Miss St John concluded the conversation. An interesting development, and it was good (and a little surprising) of Jenny to recommend me when she had seemed so dubious of the whole enterprise. I went onto Facebook to see if there were any pictures from the hen party Jenny had attended. There were indeed a few, and Coralie St John was tagged in the couple of the pictures, her eminently fuckable bosom straining at one of many red brassieres on show. She was curvaceous with a cute smile and dark wavy hair. This was going to be fun. I noted the appointment in my diary.

Helen texted to arrange a time for her first lesson, we agreed on Monday nights, and so the very next evening she showed up with a guilty smile. 'I'm sorry about last night,' she grimaced as I took her coat.

'Not at all, quite understandable, I'm sure it must have been a lot to take in.'

We drank tea.

'You ejaculated all over her back,' Helen said. 'I've never seen anything like it.'

'You will, you will,' I smiled. 'So: titfucking. Never done it?'

'No, nothing like it,' she said. 'I've only had one boyfriend, that didn't really work out because I could never really relax properly into the sex. I don't have a current partner, though I would like one.'

'Well, titfucking is a great way to gain confidence,' I said, 'and if not executed to completion makes great foreplay. Though the purpose of these lessons is to get you proficient enough so that you can make your partner orgasm, much as you saw me do between your friend Emma's breasts yesterday.'

'I'm very keen to learn,' Helen said with a brave smile. 'Would you like me to take my top off?'

'Yes please,' I said, cock stirring.

Helen placed her mug of tea on the floor, and stood. She was wearing thick woollen tights, a knee-length skirt, white blouse buttoned all the way up to her neck, and a frumpy brown buttoned cardigan which on anyone else would have looked terrible but on Helen's busty form looked incongruously sexy. She unbuttoned the cardigan, folded it neatly, and set it on the chair. The points of her breasts looked like they were trying to pull her blouse open, stress lines spanned between them, the cotton taut. Her hands moved to the top button, and she hesitated.

'It's OK, carry on,' I said.

She took a deep breath and undid the buttons one by one. She opened the blouse. Underneath it her breasts were securely fastened into a white pointy bra, which kept her breasts separate. No naughty cleavage for her.

'Tell me about your bra,' I said. 'It's nice.'

'Oh really you think so?' Helen folded her blouse and placed it neatly on top of the cardigan. 'It's a Triumph Doreen bra, in a size thirty-two double D. I find it rather dull, but can't bring myself to wear anything, you know, sexier.' She stood like that for a moment, feet together, back straight, in her skirt, tights and bra. 'Shall I take it off?'

I was desperate to see these tits. 'Yes please Helen,' I said.

She reached behind her with both hands and fumbled with the fastener. It came undone and her chest rose a little. This was promising. The cups hung unaided from her breasts as she teased the straps off her shoulders. 'I can't believe I'm doing this,' she said, and, with a deep breath, dropped the bra.

I nearly shot my load in my pants there and then.

Helen's breasts were the same shape as the bra cups. They were wide-based, extending from her lower rib cage to her collarbone, and from her armpits extending to where they met in the middle forming a gently sloping natural cleavage. The bra, much like Emma's, had actually been forcing the peaks of these conical marvels downward, and now, unconstrained, they had resumed their natural pouting uptilt. The heavy lower curves met with her torso at a perfect right angle. And her nipples were a vision of perfection, the areolae sized in wonderful proportion to her breasts, pale pink, slightly puffy, capped with soft nipples in a slightly more saturated hue of pink. She was scarlet-faced with nerves, and the blush spread to her chest.

'Are they... are they good enough?' she said helplessly.

I was speechless.

'They're not very bouncy I'm afraid,' she said. She hopped a little on the spot, her double-D-cups barely moved at their wide bases, only her nipples danced up and down a little. 'Which is fine normally, as it makes them less of a nuisance than they could be, especially given how big they are. But I worry it might make them less suitable for t-t-' she stumbled over the word. 'Titfucking'

'I'd like you to see something.' I stood, undid my belt, unzipped my jeans and dropped them to the floor. Beneath my tight boxer shorts my furiously erect cock was twitching and throbbing like a trapped animal.

'Oh my...' Helen's eyes widened.

'Could you kneel on the floor please, where you are?'

Helen did so, pulling her skirt up slightly over her knees.

With difficulty, I stretched the elasticated waistband of my boxer shorts down, freeing my cock which sprang out, swaying stiffly at a 45 degree angle, already slick and shiny with precum. Helen gasped at the sight, jumping a little, causing her breasts to do that delightful nipple-only jiggle again. Tucking the elastic under my balls I stepped out of my crumpled jeans and took a few steps toward Helen until my erection rested ever so gently in the soft open cleavage between her exquisitely-sculpted breasts.

Cum pumped out of my cock in an almost continuous torrent, unravelling in thick pumping strands. What began as a pearl necklace swiftly started knitting itself into a pearl sweater that expanded back down engulfing my own spunking shaft and spreading toward the pert summits of Helen's chest. It was that feeling of relief rather than pleasure again, of purging something long pent-up.

'Oh... my... good... Lord...' she gasped as she stared down at the coating of semen with which I was so generously clothing her naked chest.

Thinking I had finished cumming, I took a small gradual step back, stretching a thick mozzarella strand of jism between the tip of my cock and Helen's cleavage. But then, to both my surprise and Helen's, my balls pulsed yet again, my erection throbbed and two more final jets of creamy spunk erupted into the air, one landing gracefully on Helen's thickly tousled, dark brunette hair, the other draping itself artfully over her left spectacle lens and cheek.

'Wh-what just happened?' the prim, cum-coated young woman trembled.

'You just gave your first titfuck,' I said.

'But I didn't... I didn't do anything,' she said in continued surprise.

'I wanted to show you how much power you wield with those breasts, Helen,' I explained, grabbing a handful of tissues and handing them to the confused topless librarian, and wiping my own cock with a handful more. 'Your bust is truly stunning, it's a work of art. And, in essence, I orgasmed from simply looking at it.'

'I'd never really thought of them like that,' Helen said quietly, as she patted her beautiful tits dry, the thick wad of tissue paper quickly sodden with ejaculate.

'Well now's the time to start thinking of them differently. Your bosom is a powerful sexual tool, which we will explore together every week.'

'It's all rather overwhelming,' she said, 'but I will do my best.'

At my request Helen lay down on the floor. Her twin peaks pointed straight up in truly spectacular fashion.

'This is another position where you are required to do very little,' I explained, straddling the young woman on my knees, my semi-on dangling precariously over her stomach while she eyed it with concern. 'You simply need to keep your breasts together so I can insert myself between them, then I do all the fucking.'

Helen's small hands rose to the sides of her breasts, and she squeezed them together with difficulty, and the resulting cleavage, while tight, was not very deep. 'My breasts are so firm it's quite difficult to get them that close together,' she said. It looked spectacular, but surprisingly challenging from a titfucking point of view, especially as I had now got accustomed to the deep, snug cleavages of Emma and Rebekah devouring my meat. But, as it turned out, it made no difference anyway, for the second I rubbed my hard cock against what little cleavage there was, the sight alone tipped me over the edge yet again, and I was shooting spunk from the numb tip of my sore cock.

'Goodness, Martin!' Helen spluttered as jizz fell onto her face and into her open mouth as she made small exclamations of surprise. 'I wasn't ready!'

'Sorry,' I panted, 'I'm afraid I'm still getting used to how sexy your boobs are.'

A brief break for me to catch my breath and we headed to the bedroom. I lay down.

'I think I should now be able to remain hard enough for you to carry out a more extensive titfuck,' I said.

'OK,' she said. 'I can't tell if I've been doing it properly or not.'

'You're most of the way there just by having those phenomenal breasts in the first place,' I said.

Helen turned in on herself shyly.

'For this last exercise, I'd like you to stimulate my penis simply by rubbing your breasts over it.'

'Where should I go?' Helen looked me up and down.

'I would suggest you kneel here on the bed next to me, then lean forward and lower your bust onto my groin area.'

Helen, still in her skirt and tights, clambered onto the bed with as much poise as the situation would allow. She looked truly stunning. Her features were angular but petite, her neck long and slim. Amazing tits always made me see girls prettier than they were, and I couldn't tell whether she was really beautiful or I was allowing her tits to trick me. Either way I was very, very happy she had come to me for lessons.

As I had instructed, she leaned forward until the pointy tips of her excellent breasts made contact, one with the end of my tender cock, the other with my testicles. It looked and felt fantastic. 'Like this?' she said with a pained glance in my direction.

'Yes, good start,' I said. 'Now just grind them against my groin, back and forth, round in circles... improvise.'

Her arms tightly by her sides, Helen started to mash her firm double-D's into my midriff, my cock snaking among them, slowly returning to a fully erect state.

'Tell me what you can feel,' I said.

'I can feel that your penis is getting hard again,' she said, her shoulders gyrating as she slid her perky naked tits all over my cock and balls. 'Should I be bracing myself for another explosion?'

'You've made me orgasm twice in the space of half an hour,' I said, 'I think this time I should last a little longer. Plus my view of your breasts is more restricted from this angle.'

'Is that a good thing or a bad thing?'

'It means I'm not being overstimulated,' I explained, 'so the experience should last a littler longer this time.'

'But am I not supposed to be making you ejaculate?' Helen pointed out.

'You will, you will,' I groaned, as I felt a distant orgasm build in my loins.

'I can feel you getting stiffer,' she said, nudging my erection roughly around with her breasts, a hard nipple jabbing me in the balls. 'And it's getting more slippery.' Pre-cum was indeed providing increasing levels of lubrication, and soon the experience was getting more akin to a sponge bath.

'Helen I'm going to cum,' I announced.

'Should I stop? What do I do?'

'Carry on as you are,' I said, then groaned in slow agony as I pumped the evening's third helping of jism all over her dangling breasts and arm.

Finally I told her she could stop, and she straightened slowly. 'It's tough on your back, this, isn't it.' She arched her back and circled her shoulders around, thrusting her breasts out even further. I suddenly realised I had forgotten to film the session.

Still, there was always next week.



L.C.T.F. Ch. 07



'I brought the corset again this week,' Rebekah said, unpacking her bag. 'I want to use it in my titfucking and thought we could try out some ideas.'

'Yes of course,' I said, 'I'm sorry we didn't get round to it last time. And by the way, I washed your bra.' I took it from the kitchen table and handed it to her.

'Thank-you so much, did you manage to get all the cum off it?' Rebekah inspected it closely.

'I think so,' I said. 'How has the titfucking been going with your partner?'

'Better, thanks,' Rebekah reflected. 'We tried the position where I sit by the side of the bed, and I actually got him to cum like that, which was a first, so I'm very grateful to you for that.'

'Congratulations,' I smiled.

'And we also tried the sixty-nine, but I think he got bored of that. I must have been doing something wrong, I'd like to try it again,' she said.

'Certainly. Let's start with the corset so we don't forget,' I said.

We began to undress.

'Heard from any of my friends yet?' Rebekah asked with a hopeful grimace as she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal the upper mounds of her glorious double-Gs swelling out of a sheer balconette with black dots.

I removed my boxers, my thickening cock dangling heavily. 'Still no word,' I said. 'Which means no free lessons for you yet! Emma brought a friend along to her last lesson to watch, and I've a new student now as a result, so perhaps it's something you could suggest.'

Rebekah's bra came off with an efficient shrug, her heavy bare breasts swung free, way in front of her, nipples soft from the warmth of the cups. 'That's a great idea, most of them like the sound of it in principle but are still wary.'

'Well my new student is a complete shrinking violet, and by the end of her first lesson she had really come out of her shell.'

'I'm not surprised,' laughed Rebekah. 'You're an excellent teacher. You really bring out the best in these tits.'

'Just doing my job,' I said, taking the opportunity to gaze at Rebekah's big firm jugs.

'No seriously,' Rebekah insisted,'Under your guidance I'm able to make you cum in bucketloads, I've never seen as much jizz all in one go! With my fella I get a few pathetic squirts and that's the lot. I wish I could get him to shoot his load in those big ropes like you do.'

'You're still learning,' I said, 'Don't worry about it for now.'

'And these boobs are in excellent hands,' she said, conjuring up an image that added length and girth to my naked dick. 'All those busty girls in the office don't know what they're missing!'

'Up to you to convince them of otherwise,' I said.

Rebekah smiled and dropped her skirt, then pulled down her tights. Off came her little black knickers, them she reached for the corset. 'Would you mind holding my breasts while I put this on?'

'You want me to...'

'It's quite difficult to put this on with my big tits waving around the place, so I'll need you to stand behind me, grab my boobs and smoosh them tightly into my chest while I do up the fasteners.'

'OK,' I gulped. She turned her back to me. Her buttocks were high and rounded. I approached warily. 'I don't think there's any way I can do this without my cock rubbing against you.'

'Don't worry about that,' she said. 'Just stick it between my legs.'

I slid my semi-hard dick between Rebekah's toned thighs and felt it nestle against the groove of her pussy. Her shapely backside pressed against my midriff. Then, as requested, I reached around and seized her tits, her nipples stiffening slightly between my fingers. It was the first time I had touched them with my hands, and they felt incredible, so dense and substantial.

'Don't be shy,' she said (absurdly since we were both naked and I had her tits in my hands and my cock hard against her pussy lips). 'Pull them in to my chest as hard as you can.'

I tried, but there was a limit to how much those double-Gs would compress. 'That's as far as I can do it,' I apologised. 'There's just too much tit.'

My cock, meanwhile, was growing, rubbing Rebekah's pussy lips as it extended forward, and as it stiffened and erected itself it started to nudge impetuously at the busty young woman's intimacy, by now slippery with my pre-cum. 'Sorry about this,' I muttered.

Rebekah wrapped the corset around her with some effort. 'You're only human,' she said. As she shuffled the corset into position her hips gyrated a little, and my cock head delved slightly into her cunt. But she was too distracted to notice. 'Keep a good tight grip on my tits,' she instructed as she did the corset up her front, one hook at a time. 'And Martin, you're getting so hard I think it might be easier if you just put it all the way in.'

To my astonishment, she rocked her hips again and deftly descended (with a gasp from both of us) down the full length of my erection until I was ball-deep in her tight hot pussy. Obviously it hadn't just been my pre-cum keeping this moist. 'See? Much more comfortable for both of us. Just don't cum inside me please.' She returned her concentration to her corset-fastening. 'Once I've done this up as high as your hands, let go,' she said. 'You wouldn't want to get your hands trapped in here with my tits, would you?'

Oh yes I would, I thought. I couldn't believe what was happening. The only reason I hadn't spunked inside her was the fact that her bare boobs were facing away from me.

I felt the ribbed silk close over my fingers and slowly released my grip until I was certain the corset had taken over all the strain.

Still hard at work, Rebekah wriggled her way free from my cock, just in time as I was very nearly going unload within her, then turned to face me, her immense bust mounded high under her chin, her areolae only just covered from view. The cleavage was immense and as inviting as her warm cunt, if not more so.

'What kind of titfuck would you like to teach me, sir?'

'Um, kneel down, let me penetrate your cleavage, much like we did with the plunge bra, only this time you take control. Shimmy your bust around my cock until your nipples pop out, at which time I expect to cum.'

'Very well,' she said, sinking to her knees before me.

'And pretend that the process is making you orgasm, too,' I added.

Rebekah smiled and inched forward, allowing her deep corseted cleavage to engulf my erect cock, slick with pre-cum and pussy juice, in its entirety. She rolled her eyes and gave a high-pitched gasp, as though the sensation were akin to full vaginal penetration. 'Oh sir,' she moaned theatrically, 'Your cock feels so hard inside my tight cleavage. If only my big tits weren't trapped in this corset. Let me see if I can shake them out.'

She shimmied her shoulders and set her corseted bust into motion around my cock, which twitched and throbbed in blissful frustration. 'Oh god,' she wailed, 'I feel a really powerful boobgasm coming!' She was acting very convincingly.

Part of me was forced to admit to myself that what I was really doing was recreating the legendary corset-jiggle-titfuck that Emma had performed a couple of lessons back, an experience I was finding hard to get out of my mind, even with Rebekah giving the jiggly naive redhead a run for her money with her own take on the genre. I cast Emma from my mind lest the thought of her tits whilst being jigglefucked by Rebekah's would tip me over the edge prematurely.

'How am I doing,'' asked Rebekah, still shaking her massive corseted knockers like a pro.

'Brilliantly,' I said. 'This is your best titfuck yet.'

'I'm really enjoying it,' she grinned. 'And I feel terrible confessing it but I'm really turned on. Is that bad?'

'It mightn't be advisable,' I said between moans of pleasure.

Her eyes widened. 'Oh fuck,' she gasped, 'I think my big tits are about to escape! And when they do, I think I'm going to get a boob orgasm! Are you ready to cum?'

Rebekah's fingers disappeared between her legs and started circling her clit in time with her jostling tit-gyrations. The top corset hooks burst open, and her fantastic tits flew forward, her nipples rebounding off my hips as my cock was suddenly battered painfully from side to side by her flailing tits.

Her orgasm hit and she cried hoarsely in ecstasy. 'I've titfucked myself to a boobgasm! I'm cumming! Cum all over me Martin!'

Needing no further encouragement I lost my load in thick, relieved wads that shot across the room as Rebekah's tits continued to give my spunking cock a violent battering.

'My tits have never felt so horny!' she announced and, leaving her clitoris alone, raised both hands to her immense tits and squeezed them tightly around my dick, kneading herself and rubbing her nipples to prolong both our orgasms. 'I'm not pretending now,' she said, 'My tits have never felt this way. I can feel the orgasm in my nipples, and all through my chest!'

She stood, still relentlessly groping her own tits and writhing in endless pleasure as the attention drew out the orgasmic sensation. By this point she had finally succeeded in completely distracting me from thoughts of Emma.

I watched, transfixed by this erotic spectacle, as Rebekah slumped to the sofa, lying on her left side, facing me, her tits jutting proudly out over the edge, piled on top of each other. I fell to my knees and plunged my erection (which, it seemed, wasn't going anywhere), straight into the extraordinary horizontal cleavage spread out before me. Rebekah's eyes rolled back in her head and her gaping mouth gave out a grateful wail. She had barely reacted when I penetrated her actual cunt earlier on, and it started to dawn on me that, perhaps, her mind was beginning to think of her tit-cleavage in vaginal terms.

'Oh god yes sir fuck me hard,' she babbled as I thrust purposefully in and out of the deep, tight titcrack, my cock held firmly in place by the considerable weight of her left breast. 'Fuck my tits till I cuuuuuummmmm!'

It was a real boob orgasm this time.

'Don't stop!' she cried. I continued as much as I could as she surfed the wave of pleasure that coursed from her nipples down to her wet cunt, and then I too shot my load again for the second time in ten minutes. Those supplements Alex had recommended were really working wonders. Jism squirted out both sides of her cleavage. She rolled onto her back and panted, her tits lolling around pointing unsteadily at the ceiling, partly glued together with jizz. She rubbed cum into her nipples very gently as the orgasm finally faded. Then a look of anxiety darkened her striking face and her eyes flashed at me. 'What the hell just happened?'

'You had a breast orgasm,' I said. 'For the first time, I'm guessing.'

She sat up. 'It felt like you were really fucking me.' She looked shocked and slightly frightened. Then a smile spread across her face. 'It felt incredible,' she whispered, and looked with pride at her magnificent pleasure-bestowing breasts, then back up at me and said, 'I'm going to see to it that my biggest-breasted friends all sign up, pronto.'

The next day was the date of the filming I had agreed to do for Miss St John of Stonemere Park girls' grammar school. I dosed up on Alex's vitamins and headed in to the office intent on preserving my bodily fluids for an evening I anticipated would place high demands on my reproductive organ, with the added pressure of being on camera. What the hell was happening to my life: I was going to be shooting a porno, to be shown in a girls' sex education lesson.

Briefly checking the LCTF e-mail account, there was a reply from Rebekah to the request I'd sent her for a web designer, which I had in fact completely forgotten about with everything that was going on. Turned out the I.T. department had an intern for a few months, a computer sciences graduate called Penny, and would I like to meet her? "You'll like her, I promise," the e-mail concluded. I knew what that meant.

The phone rang.

'Martin, it's me, Rebekah.'

'Good morning!'

'Did you see my e-mail? You should come down to I.T. to meet Penny. I told her all about the new business you're setting up and she's very keen to get involved. I've booked a meeting room, will send you a calendar invite.'

'Great, thanks so much Rebekah, I'll see you later.'

Her voice dropped to a hushed whisper. 'What have you done to me Martin? My boobs feel so different. My train to work this morning was bumping all over the place and the way it made my chest jiggle nearly made me orgasm there and then in front of all the other commuters'

'It sounds like you're making excellent progress,' I said.

'Come down to the meeting room early,' she said. 'Say a quarter to.'

At a quarter to eleven I poked my head around the door of the Green meeting room. Rebekah was there, in a grey skirt and her orange V-neck top, leaning against the round table.

'Martin I want you to see something,' she said in an urgent whisper. She reached her hand round up the back of her top, snapped the bra clasp, then stuck her hand up the front and pulled the bra, a white strapless model, out from beneath. The material now clung to the natural shape of her beautiful big breasts, leaving very little to the imagination where the definition of her bulging areolae was concerned.

'Rebekah, what are you-?'

'Watch.' She started to jiggle her breasts, gently at first, then more forcefully. Unconstrained by underwear they shook and jostled magnificently beneath her top.

'Please don't make me cum,' I pleaded, 'I need to preserve myself for a session tonight.'

'I'm not trying to make you cum,' she moaned, shimmying her tits madly. 'I'm making myself cum.'

'Here? Now?'

'The man sitting opposite me on the train this morning, he couldn't take his eyes off my tits, they were bouncing so much. And I did nothing to stop them bouncing, and nothing to stop him watching. The only thing stopping me from orgasm was this bra holding my tits in place. If they'd been allowed to jiggle and slap against one another freely, as they are now, with that man watching them, I'd have climaxed. I need that closure now, so please, just watch.'

I stared at Rebekah's hypnotically jiggling breasts, so alive and vibrant. She whimpered softly as the rambunctious activity within her orange top propelled her closer to the climax she craved, whether physiological or psychological. And then it hit. She clutched the edge of the desk and suppressed a wide open-mouthed scream, her imperious tits slapping into one another, then slowing to a gradual standstill.

'Oh fuck,' she said. 'Oh fuck. Martin, thank-you for that, I needed you perving my big breasts so I could cum. Obviously no-one else I can ask.'

'I got pretty close to an orgasm myself,' I said, 'Luckily you got there before I did! Got to preserve my load for this evening, more new business.'

'Of course, of course,' she said, catching her breath. 'I apologise. Anyway, speaking of your business, I've asked Penny to come along so you can meet her. She's only here for a few weeks, graduate work placement thing, but she needs commercial web design experience, and she'd be perfect, for reasons that will become apparent.'

And, on cue, the door opened and a large, youthful pair of breasts entered the room, followed by a tall girl with shoulder-length dark brown hair, bifocals, and a slight overbite. Suit trousers clothed her wide hips and long legs, and an ill-fitting and unflattering blouse did a terrible job of containing her bust. Her posture was terrible, clearly the result of years of attempting to play down the size of her chest, but even hunched, she was impressively busty. Through the gaps between the buttons I could make out a white lace bra.

Rebekah, still flushed from the orgasm she had titwanked herself to so speedily, did the introductions. 'Martin, Penny, Penny, Martin. Penny, Martin is setting up an adult education business and is looking for someone to build and maintain the website.' She turned to me. 'Penny has just left university, she graduated in Computer Sciences and is a real whizz with all this internet stuff. She's even been teaching us things we didn't know!'

Penny extended a limp hand to shake. 'Nice to meet you,' she lisped slightly.

'You too, Penny,' I said, shaking her by hand.

Penny's myopic gaze found its way to the strapless bra on the table and thence to Rebekah's clearly-unfettered bosom. Rebekah grabbed the bra but of course it was too late to pretend. Penny's forehead furrowed with concern. 'Are we... do we need to...? Rebekah told me this was all about breasts. Do you need me to.. take my bra off?'

Tempting though it was to take advantage of the situation, I was instead about to reassure that, no, this wouldn't be necessary, but before I could say so, Rebekah leapt in. 'Yes,' she said, 'you'll need to take it off. Won't she, Martin?'

'Um...'

'You see Penny,' Rebekah said, 'as I explained, the website Martin needs building involves material of an adult and sexual nature, and we need to be certain that you're open-minded enough about your own breasts, other women's, and men seeing them naked.'

'Okay,' said Penny in her boring voice, and began nonchalantly unbuttoning her blouse. My heart thumped and my cock throbbed in time with it. 'I went to Stonemere Park school, they're very forward-thinking about sexual matters there.' The white bra was clearly a size too small, and boobmeat oozed out of the tops, bottoms, and sides of the cups. 'We had a young teacher who looked out for all us girls with big boobs, helped us feel good about our bodies.'

'Was that Miss St John?' I said.

'You know her?' Penny pulled the straps off her shoulders. Her heavy chest descended a little.

'I'm doing some work with the school,' I said.

'Oh, small world.' Penny folded the bra cups down over her stomach and suddenly there was tit everywhere, eliciting vocal reactions from Rebekah and me. Both at least the size of her head, her breasts hung at half mast, natural cleavage forming tightly between them, thick pink nipples pointing outwards. She rotated the bra band 180 degrees to the front, causing those big tits to drift and sway left and right. The fastener undone, she placed the brassiere in Rebekah's outstretched hand.

'My my, Penny,' Rebekah said, 'That's quite a pair you've got!'

'I suppose they're quite large,' Penny said, monotone. 'Yours are very impressive, too.' She took her blouse again from the back of the chair she'd draped it over, and put it back on. It fit slightly more easily without the bra, but of course those poky nipples were outrageously evident through the thin cotton. 'So,' she said, 'Why am I here?'

'Well Penny,' I began, still in shock at how readily this ordinary girl had bared for us her extraordinary breasts. 'As Rebekah has told you, I am setting up a school which has the sole objective of teaching large-breasted women to titfuck.'

Penny simply nodded.

'I'll need a website that markets the idea effectively and also can manage applications, lesson bookings, examination scores, all that kind of thing.'

'Sounds straightforward enough,' Penny shrugged, her bleary bifocal eyes inscrutable, her breasts wobbling heavily in the poorly-tailored blouse.

'I can pay you in cash, free lessons, a mixture of the two...?'

'Take the lessons!' Rebekah urged, half-jokingly.

'I kind of need the money at the moment,' said Penny. 'Do I have the job?'

'Yes,' I grinned, 'Welcome to the LCTF team! I'll get your contact details off Rebekah and be in touch with the details.'

'Great,' droned Penny. 'Thank-you Martin, and thank-you Rebekah for recommending me.'

Rebekah's chest swelled with pride. 'Congratulations, Penny!'

'May I put my bra back on?'

While on my lunch break I phoned Emma, despite the very real danger that I would jizz my pants just hearing her voice, especially given how close the morning's bosomy stimulation had pushed me towards tipping point.




L.C.T.F. Ch. 07



'Emma, it's Martin.'

'Hello you,' she purred. 'We still on for Sunday?'

'It's your last lesson I believe, based on what we agreed.'

'No! Really? So soon?'

'We can do your closing examination on Sunday, which I am sure you'll pass with flying colours. But it's not the last we'll be seeing of each other because, well, all this was your idea really, and I want to keep you involved as a business partner if you're interested?'

'Why yes Martin, very much so.'

'Are you free tonight by any chance?'

I explained the situation with the teacher from the girls' school, and how I was going to need a camera operator.

'Ooh so we're making... a *porno* film?' she whispered naughtily.

'Educational, strictly speaking,' I corrected her. 'But it will nonetheless involve me ejaculating between a large pair of breasts. So it won't exactly be family viewing.

Emma was already waiting for me outside the block of flats when I got home, a big excited grin on her face. 'This feels so naughty,' she said as went went up the stairs to my apartment.

As she took her coat off it instantly became evident that she was braless beneath her pink cardigan. My cock surged obscenely at the sight of those wobbling beauties, their perfect natural form lovingly wrapped in knitwear. 'Emma...' I gestured in despair at her quivering unfettered bosom.

'Oh gosh I'm braless aren't I?' A pained grimace spread over her pretty face. 'I've been at home all day just wearing this cardigan and didn't think. I'm not even wearing anything underneath it because I like the feeling of cashmere on my naked skin. Is it going to be a problem?'

'I'm just worried about cumming too soon,' I said, getting the camcorder out of its case, 'And your jiggling boobs are likely to set me off.'

'Oh Martin I'm ever so sorry,' she said, inwardly beating herself up, 'I'm ruining this already with my stupidity. I'll keep my bosoms as still as I can, but they literally never stop moving. I'm so used it by now that I don't even notice it any more.'

My mind started to race toward dirty thoughts in spite of my very best intentions. 'Y'know, if you undid all the buttons on that cardigan except the one in the middle, leaving it fastened to hold your breasts together, it would make for a very exciting titfuck,' I thought aloud.

'I'll dress like this on Sunday then, shall I?'

'Yes, excellent,' I said, 'but for now just try not to make me cum at an inopportune moment. I really want impress Miss St John. In fact she'll be here in under an hour so let's get ready.'

Emma nodded, and I spent some time explaining to her how the camera worked, took a very quick shower, gulped down my supplements, then set up a photographer's light and screen.

'But what precisely does she want to get on tape?' Emma asked.

The doorbell rang. 'Let's find out,' I said.

Coralie St John was tall, around Emma's age, wide-hipped and chunky-thighed, and with a high, protruding bust tugging at a silky, floaty grey blouse. Her dark wavy hair was pulled back in a neat bun, and tortoiseshell spectacles complemented her round face and rose cheeks. Though slender of waist she was what you might call a big gal, physically not dissimilar to Jenny, my ex.

'Thank-you so much for doing this,' she smiled, giving a firm handshake, then sweeping through into the apartment's main living space where Emma stood holding the video camera.

'This is Emma,' I said. 'She'll be the camerawoman this evening.'

'All very professional,' Coralie enthused, looking around at the makeshift film studio we had put in place. 'I'm impressed!'

'What exactly do you need?' I asked.

'Nothing complicated,' she said, 'Just a short vignette of how titfucking can be accomplished. I'm anxious to promote it as a form of safe sex to the girls who run the highest risk of getting knocked up.'

'A great idea!' said Emma. 'I wish we'd had a teacher like you when I was at school, I'm nearly thirty and I've only just learned how to titfuck in the past few weeks.'

'Well I'm thirty-two and it's new for me as well,' Coralie laughed, 'So I'm hoping Martin will put me in the picture. Both literally as well as metaphorically!'

'You've come to the right man, then,' Emma beamed.

'Have I indeed,' purred Coralie, 'Well isn't that splendid.'

Coralie explained that she wanted to cover the basic positions in as matter-of-fact a way as possible. She didn't want it romanticized or encouraged beyond it being a satisfactory replacement for full penetrative sex. The running time should be between five and ten minutes, and while she was happy for the featured breasts to be her own, she did not want her face to appear on screen.

'While I agree that we should avoid a lurid portrayal of the act,' I said after brief consideration, 'I think we should also make the point that full sexual satisfaction can be achieved this way if we are to present it as a replacement for sex. That is to say, both parties should be seen to be reaching full orgasm each time.'

'I see your point,' mulled Coralie, 'But I see two problems there: firstly, how will you be able to ejaculate four times in one sitting, and secondly, I can't imagine I will be able to reach full climax that way.'

'To your first question,' I said, 'Let that be my concern.'

'We'll figure it out,' confirmed Emma, shooting me a crafty wink accompanied by the tiniest wobble of her pink cashmere-encased knockers.

'And as to the second,' I continued, 'In time, with training, I'm finding that a psychological side effect of frequent titfucking can actually bring about the sensation of a breast orgasm.'

'My,' said Coralie in amazement. 'You don't say. Really?'

'So while we'd be taking some licence if you were to feign orgasm for the purposes of this film,' I said, 'It would be at least reflecting a proven phenomenon, and one that paints a picture of titfucking as an act which is pleasurable for women as well as men.'

Coralie thought this over. 'So, given the necessary training, we could satisfy my pupils' sexual cravings by getting them to deploy their breasts instead of getting themselves pregnant or riddled with STIs?'

'Exactly,' I said.

'I like your thinking,' she said with a contemplative nod. 'Then let's start. Four positions, with me feigning orgasm and you ejaculating onto my bust each time. Shall I take my top off now?'

Emma interjected, 'I'd recommend undressing entirely to avoid getting semen on your clothes.'

'Thanks for the advice,' Coralie said as her blouse came off. 'Just please leave my cunt out of shot too.'

Her breasts were chastely covered in a large-cupped smooth fleshtone bra. As it came off and her large, bobbing breasts came tumbling out, I was struck by the similarity to Jenny's, in their teardrop shape, voluminous proportions, wobbling consistency, even the chewy pink nipples.

'I can see you've noticed that our friend Jenny and I are boob-twins,' she laughed, as the erection that sprang from my boxers thickened perceptibly at the sight of Coralie's bountiful bare buxomness. In, fact, Coralie was doing herself a disservice, the more I drank in the sight before me. Her bust was indeed remarkably similar to Jenny's, but, though she was actually a little older, as she straightened her back and drew herself to full height, her breasts retained a youthful spring in their step, so to speak, a density, a lack of sag in comparison to Jenny's, which had maturity and character. 'Do you think these will suffice for the demonstration?' she asked, placing her fingertips beneath them and setting them in motion with the slightest tap.

'Careful with the jiggling,' blurted Emma, 'It sets him off.'

'You know from experience?' asked Coralie with a raised eyebrow, taking in Emma's pulchritudinous proportions for, it seemed, the first time since setting foot in the room.

'I'm taking lessons,' Emma smiled by way of explanation. 'I'm doing my best not to jiggle too much myself right now, for precisely that reason.'

'Then, if I may give you some advice,' said Coralie, 'You might want to invest in a more supportive bra than the one you're wearing at the moment.'

'Oh, I'm not wearing one at all at the moment, that's why,' said Emma slightly apologetically.

Coralie's eyes bulged. 'You're not w-wear...'

'They just sort of stay up like this on their own,' Emma shrugged, setting some gravity-defying jiggling in motion once more. 'Would you like to see?' her hand went to the top button of her cardigan.

'I think, ladies,' I said with slightly raised voice, 'That I can only handle one of you with your breasts exposed, and if I'm going to ejaculate four times in one evening then I really don't want to waste one of them, which is exactly what will happen if you open that cardigan, Emma.'

'Of course, sorry Martin,' said Emma.

'Not a problem,' I said, unbuttoning my shirt and putting it to one side. Coralie, meanwhile, tore her eyes with difficulty from Emma's remarkable chest and removed her skirt and tights, then pulled down her large beige knickers to reveal a thick bush of dark pubic hair, beneath which substantial pussy lips bulged pinkly. Coralie blushed slightly.

'What I'm thinking,' I began, guiding Coralie through my planned sequence of events, 'is to begin with a straightforward male-dominant one with you on your back and me on top fucking your cleavage, then one with me seated and you kneeling between my legs, massaging my cock with your breasts, then a sixty-nine with you leaning over me, jiggling your breasts and slapping my cock to orgasm, and finally a titfuck in a bra. Another student left her plunge bra here the other day, she won't mind if we use it, and it's a double-G but will fit you well enough for these purposes.'

'Sounds great,' said Coralie. 'I'll lie here on the floor shall I?'

'Yes,' I said, 'And remember what we agreed about you feigning arousal. We'll re-edit the sound of course, add a narration, but it will be useful to have your whimpers and moans and whatever.'

Emma guided us around as she framed the shot.

'Remember, no face and no quim please,' said Coralie.

Filming commenced and I thrust my hard cock in and out of Coralie's outstretched cleavage while she held her breasts in placed firmly around me. She did a fine job of acting escalating sexual arousal and, as I came explosively in her blushing face, gave great fake orgasm throughout, even as semen draped itself across her open mouth.

'Happy Emma?' I said.

'Yep, got that,' she said. She got a few close-ups of Coralie's cum-strewn boobs while I caught my breath, then I sat on the stool and prepared for the second set-up. Emma, by now an expert in these matters, helpfully guided Coralie into position in front of me, briefed her on technique, got some footage of breasts and cock slotting into place from various angles, then called action and we began anew. Coralie's breasts felt firm and smooth around my erection, and a relished the impression that I had travelled back in time and was titfucking a twenty-year old version of Jenny. They were firmer than Jenny's, and Emma's, perhaps not quite as firm as Alex's, but nevertheless the titfuck she gave was on the rigorous side. Again she did a fine job of the orgasmic panting (I found it hard to believe she didn't watch porn, even if she claimed to disapprove of it), and didn't flinch when semen shot up over her head and sputtered down onto her bare tits and hands.

Then to the bedroom, Emma bring the lights and positioning them around us as we manoeuvred ourselves into the awkward position necessary to carry it this more ergonomically challenging of positions.

'I'm... flagging a little,' I said, struggling to muster sufficient arousal despite Coralie's plump rear end and rich vagina hovering above my face and her heavy breasts dangling either side of my tender cock.

Emma, furtively so as not to risk offending Coralie, crept up beside me out of the schoolteacher's view, took my hand and placed it on her own perfect and huge left breast, flashing me a conspiratorial wink. I plunged my fingers into the marshmallow softness with gratitude and felt a surge in my groin as the well-timed grope had precisely the effect Emma had intended, and my cock rose heroically into Coralie's deep hanging cleavage. The camera rolled and Emma roamed around getting different angles as Coralie jiggled her tits around my aching hard-on with wild abandon. Coralie's cunt smelled delicious, and I had to summon all my self-restraint not to dive into it like a nosebag. Emma had suggested that Coralie throw in some dirty talk to help keep me going, and Coralie delivered, effing and blinding, turning the air blue with her X-rated ruminations until that combined with the wonderful sensation of her heavy breasts whacking my dick from side to side elicited the third orgasm from me that evening, diminishing returns of messy jizz spurting fairly respectably into her mobile cleavage as she groaned a hoarse fake climax.

Coralie decided to take a brief shower after that, and while she was busy doing that I quickly conferred with Emma.

'How's it going?' I asked. 'You getting good footage?'

'I think so,' she said, 'There's more than enough for a ten minute film, so we can cut it down to the best bits.'

'Excellent,' I said. 'Now, I'm starting to run out of steam, so for this next one I'd like you to bring out the big guns.'

'My tits?'

'At some point I'm going to be in so much discomfort that I'm just going to have to cum there and then. When that happens, I'll take the camera from you to film a point-of-view shot of my cock fucking her cleavage. What I want you to do then, is to stand behind her, far enough away so that you're out of shot, open your cardigan, and jiggle your breasts for me.'

'Got it,' Emma gave a thumbs-up and Coralie emerged, bright pink, squeaky clean and shower-fresh, from the bathroom.

'Phew!' said the big-bosomed nude grammar-school teacher. 'Hard work this, isn't it!'

'Certainly is,' I said, 'This is going to have to be the last titfuck of the shoot.'

'I quite understand,' said Coralie, 'This must really be taking it out of you.'

'In every sense of the phrase,' I nodded.

Emma walked up to Coralie with Rebekah's plunge bra and strapped her in, using the bra strap's tightest setting to compensate for Coralie's smaller breasts. Coralie gave her breasts a shake in the cup - they stayed in position and the bare expanse of cleavage down the centre remained tight, deep, and fuckable. 'Good fit,' she remarked.

'Now you kneel before me,' I instructed, 'And I'll insert my penis into the cleavage that has formed, fucking it until I ejaculate.'

Coralie knelt on a cushion at my feet. I exhaled and tried to muster a fourth erection of the evening. 'Here, let me help,' Coralie muttered, and took my waning cock in her hand. 'We did handjobs last term,' she explained. 'I'm good at this.'

And good she was, manipulating my sore cock expertly to erection in the space of a couple of minutes of deft sleight of hand, so much so that I had to ask her to stop before it went too far!

Emma directed us in some shots of the twitching erection approaching its target, and soon I was fucking away, plunging in and out of the silky pseudo-vagina formed by Coralie's tight cleavage. Back and forth I thrust my hips, fucking away between her wobbling tits, Coralie giving her final orgasmic performance, Emma filming it for several minutes.

Although I was staying hard, I got that feeling that I simply wasn't going to orgasm, so I gave Emma the nod and she handed me the camera which I aimed down at cock and cleavage, avoiding filming Coralie's face. Emma walked around behind Coralie, took a few steps back as I had said, and started to unbutton her cardigan, keeping it tightly closed awaiting my word. I flashed her an urgent, meaningful look, and she opened the cardigan, letting her naked freckled breasts surge forward, her soft pale nipples bobbing happily on a sea of tit.

Then she jiggled them.

I roared with genital agony as orgasm number four of the evening took hold of me. My cock popped, twitching, from between the bra-clad boobs, twitching, pulsing, and flailing as cum fountained up past the camera, then cascaded downwards onto Coralie's waiting breasts.

'Oh yes!' roleplayed Coralie, 'Cum on my big tits!'

Emma meanwhile was hastily buttoning up her cardigan, and took the camera from me and filmed the final ejaculations.

The filming session was finished, at last.

With the two of us showered and clothed again, we reviewed the footage. We explained that any accidental shots of Coralie's face would be edited out, but apart from that she was delighted with out it had turned out. The technique and effectiveness of the sexual act had been clearly documented for instructional purposes, which was exactly what she wanted.

When Coralie had left, thanking us both profusely (we agreed to defer payment until delivery of the finished film), Emma and I stayed up for several hours editing the footage together. I was too sexually exhausted to allow myself to get aroused by what we were watching, or even by the enormous braless pair of breasts swaying beside me at my desk. Emma proved herself not only an excellent camera operator but a judicious editor, doing the bulk of the work herself, even supplying the film's narration in her plummy posh BBC Radio continuity voice.

It was 3 in the morning by the time we'd finished. I told Emma she could stay over if she wanted. She asked if she could share my bed. I agreed. I vaguely remember her crawling naked under the covers next to me as I finally passed, comatose, into unconsciousness. When the alarm went off the next morning she was already gone.



L.C.T.F. Ch. 08



Alex looked down at the pudding-like wad of semen that filled her cleavage. 'You sure you haven't already ejaculated today?'

'I just shot half a dozen ball-fulls of cum several feet across the room at your naked tits without touching myself,' I protested, breathless, my naked cock still trembling intermittently. 'And you're disappointed?'

In the latest in a series of "scientific" experiments that Alex was conducting upon me in the pursuit of perfecting her regime of male dietary supplements to aid ejaculatory force and volume, the outrageously bosomy (but otherwise shapelessly lanky) young nutritionist had this time succeeded in prompting an instantaneous orgasm from my weary genitals by wriggling and shimmying her huge protuberant breasts out of a tight elasticated tube-top. Ordinarily, of course, I would have shot my load simply at the mere sight of them, but given the taxing nature of the previous evening's many emittances upon, around, and between sex-ed schoolteacher Coralie St John's generous tits, the electrifying extra stimulus provided by the jiggle effect had given my cock and balls a much needed boost to the finish line. The second her undersized blue boob-tube had snapped itself free of her jutting nipples and snapped tightly onto her flat stomach, Alex's wildly jostling udders had found themselves the recipients of a rapid and generous spray-painting of viscous white concentrated lust.

'The last two times you've spent your load so hard it's gone right over my head,' she said. 'I need to know whether you're simply jizzed-out, or, I don't know, maybe you don't find my naked breasts as much of a turn on, or-'

'Aha, so that's what you're worried about,' I crowed.

'I promise you I don't care if you don't get turned on by my tits,' she huffed. 'By my huge, firm, wobbling tits. I just need to know why you didn't cum as hard as usual so that I can factor it into my scientific study of the effects of your programme of dietary supplements.'

'Alex, I had a session last night, I came four times in the space of two hours. Really hard. Four enormous loads all over a client's breasts.'

'Four?' Alex said, suddenly impressed. 'That's a lot, in that space of time.' Her face clouded again. 'Were the breasts in question better than mine?'

'What- what do you mean?' I said in exasperation.

'I need to know how erotically stimulating they were so I can gauge the effectiveness of my prescription. For example, if they had been tiny shapeless breasts and you'd jizzed on them four times, that would make a stronger case than if they'd been a pair like mine.'

'It's... it's subjective, Alex.'

'Okay, let's do it like this,' the nearly-naked health practitioner said, as my thick cum began its slow descent out of her cleavage toward her cunt. 'What mark would you give my tits, out of ten?'

I knew Alex too well not to realise at once that she was fishing for compliments, and in the past I would, truthfully, have given her a ten out of ten without hesitation. But Emma's divine breasts flashed instantly through my mind, and they were without doubt flawless, the most luscious manifestation of bosomkind I had ever laid eyes (and cock) upon. But, at the same time, there was something about Alex's insane tits that still made me cum quicker, harder, and more plentifully. 'Can I give you an eleven?' I said.

Alex gave a haughty smile. 'I suppose. What would you give last night's tits?'

Again, a pause for thought. Never having seen so many extraordinary breasts in so short a space of time as I had over the last few weeks I found I was having to recalibrate my mental scoring system. And here, once more, was a case in point. I'd have normally had Jenny's bulging teardrop jugs down as an 8, but I was forced to recall my observation that Coralie's imperious mammaries were like slightly younger, perkier, firmer equivalents of Jenny's, and that demoted her to a seven. 'Eight,' I said.

'There we go,' she said, 'now we have data to work with. We're going to have to work on some kind of scoring system for tits, so we can compile a comparative study of how much you're cumming onto what category of bosom. Now, excuse me, I need to get to the scales so I can weigh myself now your cum is all over me, so I can calculate the difference.'

'You see, there's the problem,' I pointed out. 'I can't do all this science stuff in my lessons, there's enough to worry about already.'

'Then I guess I'll just have to come along and do it myself, won't I?' Alex shot me an inscrutable look. 'When's your next session?'

'Tomorrow night,' I said. Shelley, the girl I'd met while bra-shopping with Jenny not long previously, had booked in her first lesson for that Friday evenings. 'But I'll have to check with my student first.'

'I'm sure she'll be fine,' smirked Alex. 'After all, it's all in the name of science.'

I returned home to an e-mail from Coralie. She was delighted with the video that Emma and I had made for her, and intended to show it to them at the next evening's after-school sex education club. Payment was on its way. I forwarded the congratulatory e-mail to Emma, and Paypaled her half the money. A parcel had also arrived - it was the LCTF business cards I had ordered. They looked smart, and professional, and I knew just where to distribute them.

'L.C.T.F.?' Nina Bridges said, peering at the card through her thick-rimmed spectacles. I had popped into her lingerie boutique in town on my lunch break to ask if I might advertise the courses to her customers. 'What does it stand for?'

'London College of Tit-Fucking,' I said, feeling brave.

'You teach... tit-fucking?' she said. 'As in...?' She ran an index finger up and down the length of her half-exposed cleavage as I nodded in confirmation. Then her eyes narrowed as she regarded me anew. 'I remember you now, you were in here with your girlfriend a couple of weekends back, weren't you?'

'She's not my girlfriend,' I hastened, 'but yes.'

'And if I go to this website I can find out all about it?'

I explained that I'd got as far as registering the URL, but the website was still under construction by a plucky young graduate intern.

Nina pondered. 'It's funny, because the subject comes up now and again with my customers. Tit-fucking. Want to know if they need special bras, that sort of thing.'

'Is that so?' I said.

'I've been able to give them pieces of advice here and there,' she said. 'I had a boyfriend who was very particular about tit-fucking, so I learnt a lot from him about what breast-men want. But I'd really need to get a good idea about what your courses are like before committing to any kind of co-operation with you. It's a shame your website isn't up and running.'

'Well until it is,' I said, 'may I offer you a complimentary session? Of course by the sounds of it I don't expect necessarily to teach you anything you don't already know, but at least it would give you a sense of the course principles and structure, that sort of thing.'

'Really?' Nina said, her cushioned pink lips spreading in a smile. 'If you don't mind sparing me the time I'd be delighted.'

We agreed on Saturday evening. I was now facing a gauntlet run of daily titfucking. Shelley the next day (with Alex in attendance), Nina Saturday, Emma's final lesson Sunday, then Helen on Monday, Rebekah on Tuesday. And there was a small backlog of unread application forms in the inbox. The sooner Penny could get that website up and running to help me process applications and manage my schedule the better.

The shop door opened and a fraught, breathless businesswoman in her thirties stepped anxiously inside.

Nina excused herself from me with a polite smile then turned to the customer. 'Yes madam, how may I help?'

'I need something in a thirty-eight double-D,' said the customer. I glanced down at her chest, which was jostling frantically under her blouse. 'I'm late for a meeting and my bra just snapped open on the street.' She saw me and looked down in embarrassment.

Nina showed me to the door. 'I'd better deal with this customer, Martin,' she said, then, holding the small stack of business cards I'd left with her, added, 'I'll be in touch about Saturday.'

Logging in to the LCTF e-mail back at the office, I resisted the temptation to look at the few new enquiries still awaiting my perusal, and skipped straight to a message from Shelley. She'd filled out the application form in anticipation of that evening's first lesson. Making sure no-one was looking over my shoulder, I opened it for a read. She started by agreeing, in answer to my question, to have Alex present as an observer for scientific purposes. Then came her answers to the questions.

*****

NAME: Shelley Sinclair

DATE OF BIRTH: September 29th 1990 (age 24)

CURRENT BRA SIZE (please note that we can only accept C-cup and above): 30K

BRA SIZE HISTORY, by approximate year:

2003 - 32B

2006 - 34F

2008 - 32G

2011 - 34G

2014 - 30H

2015 - 30K

HEIGHT: 6'

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight

PLEASE TELL US WHAT YOU HOPE TO GAIN FROM THIS COURSE:

"I'm willing to try everything once. My boyfriend is always telling my how much my boobs turn him on, but it had never occurred to me to make use of them beyond letting him feel them up."

WHAT IS YOUR EXPERIENCE OF INTER-MAMMARY SEX? PLEASE DESCRIBE IN DETAIL ANY NOTABLE ENCOUNTERS.

"I was a G-cup by the time I was eighteen, which got me a lot of attention from the boys at school. At the sixth-form prom I wore a dress which went up to my neck but which had a circular opening in the front, showing off quite a lot of cleavage. Every boy I danced with felt so hard against me. One of them asked for a blowjob, and I agreed, because I was curious. We squeezed into a toilet cubicle and I knelt down in front of him, but when his cock sprang out of his trousers it wedged itself through the opening in my dress and got stuck in my cleavage! As I tried to dislodge it my breasts shook and shook, and the more annoyed and frustrated he got, the harder his erection became, until he gave a suppressed groan, and I felt him throb and pulsate between my boobs as a wet, sticky warmth spread under my dress. The resulting lubrication, combined with the diminishing size of his erection, made it easy for him to disengage himself. We had a bit of a snog in the loos, but by that point he had lost interest. I always associated the experience with romantic anticlimax, and never put a cock between my boobs again."

GIVE A DETAILED WRITTEN DESCRIPTION OF YOUR BREASTS AND YOUR EXPERIENCE OF LIVING WITH THEM. WHAT DO YOU LIKE ABOUT THEM?

"I have a love-hate relationship with my jiggly K-cups. My parents are hippies and were always very free and easy and open-minded about nudity, so my two younger sisters and I were never that bothered about getting our tits out. Until I was about fourteen everyone told me I was going to grow up to be a model, because I was tall and skinny, but soon my chest ballooned and that was the end of that. My sisters both have big boobs too (inherited from our mother), but not as big as mine! To pay my way through university I tried nude life modelling for a while, but I kept getting fired because the male artists were cumming in their pants all the time and the female artists were jealous. Then I signed up for a photographic modelling agency, but of course I only got the specialist fetish work, and now the internet is full of "tasteful" photographs of my gigantic 19-year-old knockers eclipsing my skinny body (thankfully under a pseudonym, though I can still tell when a sweaty pervert recognises me on the street).

As to what they look like, I guess you'll be seeing them in real life soon enough, but here's what you can look forward to: You'll know from my bra size that I'm a busty girl, but nothing can quite prepare you for these puppies! Picture them, creamy-white, swooping down from my shoulders then swooping back up to my good-sized, dark reddish-brown bumpy areolae and permanently erect nipples, then drawing wide, swollen curves back down to just above my slim stomach. Can you picture them? Now imagine them a bit bigger. Now a bit bigger again. Then you've probably got an idea of what my breasts look like."

*****

My heart was pounding and my cock throbbing angrily in my trousers. I texted Alex the go-ahead and tried to focus on work for the remainder of the afternoon.

Alex showed up at the flat early, not long after I got home, having cancelled her last appointment of the day. She was fetchingly clad in leggings, boots, and one of those sweater-dress things in a light brown wool, the knit of which was visible wearing thin at the points of her jutting breasts.

'Feels strange meeting up with you and not getting my tits out for you to cum all over them,' Alex smirked as she took a notebook and pen, and a digital camera, from her satchel. 'Who would have thought, years after we stopped going out together, that your titfucking activities would have got us seeing so much of each other? In every sense.'

'Well you can always get your tits out later, if it makes you feel better,' I offered.

'Rude!' she said. 'We're not doing these cum-experiments for fun, you know.'

'So, what exactly is the nature of your research here this evening?'

Alex took a seat. 'I'm going to assess your student's breasts according to a scoring metric I'm developing. Just a few brief tests. Then I'm going to make a study of the trajectory and volume of your orgasmic emissions. Not quite as thorough as the ones I conduct on our personal sessions together, but enough to compile some indicative statistics.'

'Are you not concerned that your presence here will itself affect the outcome? Uncertainty principle and all that?'

'As long as I don't get my tits out during the lesson I think it's a fairly sound methodology. Unless you're planning on cumming just looking at my clothed boobs? They do look rather nice in knitwear, don't they?'

I tried not to look, opting instead for cold shower to freshen up and clear my head. I was dressed just in time for the doorbell to ring.

Shelley handed me her duffel coat and joined Alex on the sofa. I made the introductions. Shelley seemed game for anything, the kind of person who is very rarely unfazed.

She was dressed hipsteresquely, distressed jeans drainpipe-slim along her supermodel legs, a baggy tie-dye T-shirt draped shapelessly over her vast bosom, one shoulder and a pink lacy bra strap laid bare.

'Alex would like to start by taking some notes about your breasts themselves,' I explained once the small talk was out of the way. 'So I'll let her lead things for now.'

'Thank-you Martin.' Alex stood. 'Would you remove your top and bra please?'

'Sure,' grinned Shelley in mild amusement. She, too, stood and faced Alex. I watched from the corner in quiet fascination, camcorder in sweating hand, as the baggy cotton T-shirt came off to reveal the enormous K-cups of her pretty bra. 'If you think they look big now, then wait till you see this-'

She stretched her shoulder-straps up, and, after a teasing pause for effect, snapped them down to her sides, releasing the structural tension in the brassiere and forcing the hapless cups down, opening floodgates of epic boobflesh. Two creamy tidal waves of tit surged forward, outward, upward, rebounding off one another, setting her thick dark nipples into blurs of random motion. Alex took a couple of steps back in alarm as the jostling beauties advanced upon her. The bra cups had entirely vanished from view. 'Don't say I didn't warn you,' sang Shelley with a sheepish yet impossibly sexy grin, and gave her monstrous uptilted mammaries a ponderous jiggle atop her size-zero frame.

'Stand aside Alex,' I blurted, rising as though possessed from my chair, yanking my trousers and boxers down, whereupon my spring-loaded erection gave an almighty lurch and sent four powerful nutloads of pure lust straight toward Shelley's incredible milky jugs, narrowly missing Alex's back. My aim wasn't great, but it didn't need to be: the mountain range of tit was easily two feet from one side to the other, and presented an open goal for me as I ejaculated in long, grateful, handsfree explosions.

Shelley shrieked with joy and clapped her long bony hands. 'Far OUT! I've never seen anything like it! Was that meant to happen?'

Alex, who had regained her composure, snapped pictures of the Jackson Pollock tribute I had expertly painted on the sprawling canvas of Shelley's bare bust.

'No,' I said, 'I must apologise, I just wasn't ready for the... the beauty and... magnitude...'

'Oh, they all say that at first,' Shelley laughed with a roll of her eyes and a dismissive wave of a hand. 'But it's just a pair of tits, you know? You'll get used to them soon enough.'

I couldn't imagine ever getting used to Shelley's tits, and could even feel a second orgasm brewing in my balls as I contemplated the wobbling wonders with which I had the outrageous good fortune to be confronted.

Alex, meanwhile, had her measuring tape out, and was subjecting Shelley's tits to all sorts of arcane calculations of her own devising, distance between nipples, angle of perk, and various others, no doubt intending to use her own bust as a benchmark. Shelley was taking all of this in good humour.

'Any far-eastern genes in the family?' Alex probed, jotting down Shelley's vitals.

'Mum's half-Japanese,' she said. Taking in her smooth, stretchy boobs and dark nipples I suddenly recognised characteristics I had observed and come to fetishise in Japanese big-boob pornography. At the same time I suddenly realised I hadn't consumed any pornography whatsoever since my escapades had begun. Even when in big-boob relationships I had whacked one off to a porno with inexplicable regularity, but nowadays the thought never even entered my mind. Another win.

The lesson began with me seated, legs apart, Shelley kneeling with her heavenly tits in my lap and freestyling, kneading, rubbing, and shimmying until I spent generously over her. The cum had a habit of collecting in her tight cleavage, and we had left it there after my first eruption, leaving the second there to lubricate the third, and so on, as though we were feeding some obscene equivalent of a fermenting sourdough starter. By the time we'd got to the fourth titfuck of the lesson, the delighted Shelley on her back holding her jelly aloft while I ploughed through it, I was starting to feel the burn, but far less so than with Coralie and this was technically the evening's fifth go, and in half the time. Perhaps Alex's presence in the room was helping me stay the distance, but she'd kept her word and kept her breasts shrouded in beige cable-knit. She had watched from the corner by the camcorder in blank-faced silence, taking copious notes throughout.

Two painful spurts sprinted past the finish line and drew sticky, watery lines across Shelley's face and upheld breasts. I was done, and looked at my watch. 'That's the hour up,' I panted, rising weakly to my feet, my cock in wilting agony.

Shelley scrambled to her feet, too, and beamed at me. 'What can I say, Martin?' She said. 'I feel like you've opened the door to a whole new word! Same time next Friday?'

I confirmed, happily. 'And if you'd like a shower, it's through there.' I gestured to the streams, rivers, and lakes of semen on her breasts, stomach, shoulders, face, hair, and across her black knickers (which she had unwisely left on).

She looked down at the gorgeous bust which stretched out before her. 'Oh, I see what you mean,' she gave a goofy laugh. 'I'm dripping in the stuff, aren't I?' She paused, then gave me an appraising look. 'Impressive stamina,' she said with a nod.

When the was in the bathroom, shower running, Alex grabbed her things. 'I have to rush,' she said, 'The boyfriend will be wondering what's keeping me.'




L.C.T.F. Ch. 08



'I jizzed over and over again, I don't know where it all came from! Your prescription is working wonders. Did you get everything you needed?' I asked, putting on my jeans as she stuffed the mysterious scientific notebook into her bag.

She gave me a conflicted look, then said, enigmatically: 'No. Not everything. But there's always next time. See you Thursday?' She blew me a kiss and disappeared down the stairs to the front door.

Shelley emerged from the bathroom in her knickers, naked teardrop tits swaying enormously atop her svelte frame, from the bathroom, and dressed while I ogled her shamelessly. 'Can't stop thinking about what you've taught me,' she said. 'I'm going to try to practise on my boyfriend. I'll let you know how it goes!' She pulled the tie-dyed T-shirt over her head and stretched it over her bust. It was baggy, but not on Shelley.

'You've certainly shown a lot of promise this evening,' I said.

'Really, you think so?' Shelley said, amazed. 'I didn't really feel I was doing anything.'

'Then you're a natural.'

'I certainly am,' she said, giving her chest a pendulous shake. '30K all-natural!'

My cock, unbelievably, was stirring to life again, and I was starting feel like I might pass out, so it was with a mixture of yearning and relief that I bade Shelley Sinclair good bye and watched her from the window walking to the bus stop across the road.

I slept like a baby, waking on Saturday morning with an erection that simply wouldn't go away. I had to piss up the wall in the shower, and conceal it on a walk to the corner shop to buy milk. I had an erection watching the news on television, my cock throbbing inextinguishably as the newsreader relayed tales of hypocrisy, famine, and warfare. It seemed in appalling taste, but what was I to do? My body now seemed to be expecting tits and was priming me for duty, aided by the vitamins and supplements stipulated by Alex, which I was now too afraid not to take lest I jizz myself into hospital. I couldn't bring myself to read the four or five new applications in the LCTF inbox, lest the breasty ramblings within set me off. Masturbation was now entirely out of the question, as I had to save myself for my growing parade of grateful luscious-titted young women.

Hey, I wasn't complaining.

I was still sporting an iron rod of horn when a text message from Nina heralded her imminent arrival. I waved to her from the window as she alighted from the bus.

'Thanks so much for giving up your Saturday evening,' she said as she unbuttoned her coat, her full shapely bust impressive under a tight roll-neck sweater in a lurid green that contrasted sharply with her shiny red bobbed hair.

I poured tea. 'Likewise,' I said, hoping my perma-boner wasn't too conspicuous. 'I'm hoping we can come to some sort of arrangement that will benefit both our businesses.'

'There certainly appear to be synergies,' Nina nodded then took a sip. 'We're both plugging gaps in the market for an ill-served but burgeoning demographic: women with above-average band to cup ratios. These women aren't dressing properly, and, as you seem to be in the process of identifying, aren't making correct use of them in the bedroom.'

'Precisely. Girls with big breasts attract men who worship big breasts. All these men want to do is fuck those breasts, but the women are oblivious.'

'Men are too embarrassed to ask, and women don't think to offer,' I agreed sadly.

'The average cup size of women in the UK is increasing dramatically. Two years ago, the most popular cup size I sold was E. It's now gone up to double-F. I've had to start stocking bras in sizes up to double-L, if you can imagine that!' Nina laughed.

'And something tells me those women don't know the first thing about titfucking, meaning there's a lot of unhappy husbands and boyfriends out there.'

'What's more there's a lot of big-bosomed single women with a lot more to offer than they think. They need a confidence boost - I see customers like that every day.'

'I have clients I can send your way, you have clients you can send mine,' I said. 'I'd like to set up some kind of partnership programme so we can both benefit.'

Nina was clearly very excited. 'Tell me, Martin, what form do your lessons take?'

'I have most of them on video,' I said, 'Would you like to see?'

Nina nodded and I hooked up the camera to the TV. We watched a section of Shelley's first lesson from the previous evening.

'Ah, that's the customer you talked to in my shop,' Nina said, the penny dropping. 'I remember now. She's a case in point, this new generation of freakishly busty English girls. I fitted her myself. Thirty-K bra! And what a magnificent and unique pair she has, so well-formed and pliant...' Her voice tailed off as a rope of semen shot across the screen. 'And you say she'd never...?'

'This was her first titfuck,' I nodded slowly.

'Well I've never seen a load that big,' said Nina. 'I don't know whom to compliment, you or her!'

'She caught on very quickly,' I said modestly.

'And who's this woman in the corner?' Nina pointed at Alex, partly visible to the side of the frame.

'That's my dietary consultant,' I said. 'She's researching the effect of her recommendations on the volume of my ejaculatory fluids, and is therefore classifying the erotic potency of the breasts I'm cumming between.'

'How interesting,' said Nina. 'I've been working on a breast classification system of my own. Will you put us in touch?'

'Of course,' I said. I stood to disconnect the camera from the television, though this time my erection got caught on something, the leg of my boxers, the lining of my trouser pocket, or something, and prodded horizontally out in front of me.

'Oh my,' said Nina out loud. 'Is that from watching...?' she pointed at the television.

I gave a weak smile. 'I woke up with it and it's not gone away. My body clock is having difficulty adjusting to my new... regime. Just ignore it.'

'I'll do my best,' said Nina as I sat down, not bothering to hide the absurd tent in my trousers any more. 'Surely you need some kind of release?'

'Believe me it's very tempting,' I said, 'But I have to give a lesson tomorrow, and I need to preserve my energies.'

'That's some will-power you have,' Nina laughed, and looked at her watch. 'I had better be going, I have to do my books before going to bed. Let's keep the conversation going over e-mail.' She stood, and I marveled at the formidable bust she was clearly exaggerating with her posture to tease me. Nina was all woman, generous of hip, thigh and bust, parsimonious of waist, neck, and ankle. The effect was made all the more desirable by her smart business attire, her immaculately tailored suit jacket buttoned smartly at nipple-height. 'Do you know how difficult it is for a woman to see something like that, and not do something about it?' she said.

'I have experienced the results on many occasion,' I said, 'so yes. The question isn't so much do they it, but how do they do it. I'm a card-carrying breast man, and when I see a large-busted attractive young woman such as yourself, I don't want a handjob or a blowjob, I want to stick my cock right into your cleavage and relieve myself of all the cum that has built up.'

'But not now?' she said. She was flirting.

'I couldn't possibly, Nina,' I insisted. 'My first ever student is coming her tomorrow for her final exam. I want to be rested, and for my balls to be full.'

Nina got her coat. 'You don't know what you're missing,' she said. 'But I understand. I guess I'll have to book myself a lesson, won't I?' And with a wink, she excused herself and headed down the stairwell to the front door and the bus.

I took a cold shower, watched TV to purge my mind of all things breast-related, and went to bed. Tomorrow was Emma's big day, and I didn't want to spoil it.



L.C.T.F. Ch. 09



The phone rang at midnight, waking me up. I had only just drifted off to sleep.

'Martin, it's Rebekah.'

'Oh, uh, hello...'

'Have I woken you?'

'Yes, no, umm... what time is it?'

'It's only midnight. My boyfriend's away and I've been lying in bed thinking about titfucking, and about you, and I had an idea for something we could try on Tuesday.'

I had a feeling it had been a bad idea to answer the phone to Rebekah if I was going to stay pure for Emma the next day. 'Oh really? Well, let's talk about it then.'

'You're avoiding me, aren't you?' her clipped tone sounded suspicious. 'You've been avoiding me at work, too. You're the only man who hasn't been looking at my tits the past few days. Busty girls notice these things.'

'I can't deny it,' I said, 'and if you want to know the truth, the sight of your breasts makes me want to cum. It makes me want to cum so much and so powerfully, and there's only so much cum to go round.'

'Is that so?' she purred, her mood softening again. 'Well, speaking of your strictly rationed balls, I was wondering if we could try something where instead of wrapping my breasts around your cock, I use them to massage your balls? Maybe grind my nipples against them, bit of baby oil, or cum, or... you know?'

'It sounds... an interesting direction to take things,' I conceded.

'I've probably made you hard now, haven't I?' she said.

In reality I hadn't stopped being hard. 'I'm pretty much fully erect, yes.'

'Is that because I'm talking about my tits?'

'Well, if you keep talking about them it's certainly not going to help my erection go away.

'I'm wearing silk pyjamas,' she said. 'Don't you think there's something about silk pyjamas that makes a big, pointy pair of tits like mine look especially horny?'

'Oh God yes,' I moaned, gently pulling the duvet aside, away from my cock, to remove any risk of friction setting me off. My naked cock pointed up, almost vertically, toward the ceiling.

'My pyjama top is very tight, of course,' Rebekah continued. 'I'm lying on my back, and my top is buttoned up to the neck, and it's holding my tits together so that they point up at the ceiling. Just like I imagine your cock is.'

Why was I letting her do this? Because I was a weak-minded, tit-obsessed fool.

'When I look down, all I can see is a buttoned-up wall of pink silky bust,' Rebekah said. 'And it's swaying from side to side. A big wobbling mountain of tit.'

'Please stop, Rebekah,' I moaned. All I had to do was hang up. But I still listened as my cock and balls rumbled and twitched.

'And you know what happens when my tits jiggle, don't you? Ever since you started fucking my tits? When I feel my big firm breasts writhe and rub against one another, when the slap each other from side to side? When my nipples swish to and fro against the inside of my clothes? It makes me cum, Martin. It makes me orgasm, and in a way I've never felt before.'

'Oh fuck,' I said. Pre-cum was trickling down my shaft, cool in the bedroom air.

'They're starting to sway from side to side, Martin,' she breathed. 'They want to get out.'

I couldn't get the image out of my head.

'It's like you're grabbing them telepathically and jiggling them around. I can feel your greedy hands all over them. I can't stop them moving, teetering, constantly on the verge of overbalancing. Oh fuck, Martin, they're tingling so much, I can feel the pleasure spread from my nipples every time they rub against one another!'

'Rebekah, please...'

'Martin, the top button of my pyjamas just popped open. My tits are trying to burst out, trying to wrestle their way free. Oh fuck it feels so good. If I... if I think about it hard enough I can feel your cock entering between them. Pushing its way into my tight cleavage, through the gap in my opening P.J. top. Can you... can you feel it too? Can you feel my big solid tits grabbing your cock?'

'Oh God Rebekah yes I can' I babbled, helpless, pre-cum now streaming ceaselessly down my cock and waist and pooling in my navel.

'Ungh,' she grunted, 'There goes the second button. Martin, they're jiggling like crazy now, my top's getting looser, I can see much more cleavage, there's just one button holding everything together at the top. It's like a huge plate of jelly, quivering back and forth, from side to side. And your cock's not getting rubbed any more, it's getting slapped, harder and harder, as my tits knock into one another. Oh fuck it feels so good. So good! Tell me how it feels, Martin.'

'Your tits feel amazing Rebekah, so commanding, my cock will do anything for them, anything.' I was a gibbering wreck by this point.

'That last button isn't going to hold out much longer, Martin,' Rebekah warned. 'My tits are out of control. And when it finally gives way, and my top bursts open, and my tits are free to jiggle all over the fucking place, I'm going to cum. And you're going to cum too.'

'Yes, yes, yes,' I blathered, 'just tell me when.'

'Fuck fuck fuck I can feel my orgasm about to hit!' she yelled. 'I can feel it in my nipples! It's spreading, spreading all through my double-G-cup tits, into my chest and head and brain, down my throat and into my stomach, and... oh god... the button's about to come undone... you ready? Here it comes... three... two... one.'

I heard the faint snap of her pyjama button coming off.

'FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!' screamed Rebekah.

I shot cum several feet into the air, a pumping riot of relief, ending twenty-four hours of agony. 'FUCK, REBEKAH! FUCK!' I roared in ecstasy, cum drawing faintly luminous, long dim milky-white lines in the moonlit darkness above me.

'Wh... wh... what have you fucking DONE to me,' wailed Rebekah. 'My tits are... they're fucking jiggling out of control, I'm... I'm cumming so fucking HARD!'

'Oh god me too Rebekah,' I whimpered, 'You should fucking see it.' The last happy bursts were landing noisily on my bare stomach.

'And... I need you to know,' Rebekah said with post-orgasmic drowsiness. 'I can't cum if you don't know it's... happening...' Her voice drifted, and all I could hear was a muffled, purring snore.

I hung up the phone, my head lolled over onto the pillow, and I passed out into a deep, deep sleep.

It was noon by the time I came to my senses. Had the late-night telephone titfuck been a dream? I sat up, squinting in the daylight. The wall above my head was decorated in the drying remnants of a fresh coat of spunk, that drew a trickling line down behind the headboard.

Off the wagon, I decided I now had nothing to lose by giving the burgeoning LCTF e-mail inbox a check. As long as I remained an orgasm-free temple until Emma came round in a few hours, I would be fine, so I necked a handful of vitamins and the various other mysterious pills, poured a bowl of cereal, and settled down at the laptop.

Penny the website intern had been in touch, sent through some mock-ups of what the LCTF website might resemble. They looked good, I decided to look at them more thoroughly later.

A message from an Alice Hunter introduced her as a schoolfriend of Rebekah's, presumably one of the busty social circle the latter had told me about. She said that Rebekah had persuaded her to take lessons with me, and had attached a completed application form.

*****

NAME: Alice Hunter

DATE OF BIRTH: September 25th 1988

CURRENT BRA SIZE (please note that we can only accept C-cup and above): 32F

BRA SIZE HISTORY, by approximate year:

2003 - 30C

2006 - 32DD

2008 - 32F

HEIGHT: 5'2"

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight

PLEASE TELL US WHAT YOU HOPE TO GAIN FROM THIS COURSE

"My friend Rebekah recommended it, as despite having a large bust I have never been called upon to use it in the way she described. I don't like the idea that my partner might be secretly fantasizing about fucking my tits, so I want to be well prepared to meet his sexual needs should the request arise."

WHAT IS YOUR EXPERIENCE OF INTER-MAMMARY SEX?

"When I was eighteen I once tried to surreptitiously fellate my boyfriend on a beach in Italy but the idiot somehow managed to get his erection stuck under the strap between the cups of my bikini and he came between my breasts straight away. We both wrote the incident off as an unfortunate accident, as all he wanted was a blow job. Men!"

GIVE A DETAILED WRITTEN DESCRIPTION OF YOUR BREASTS AND YOUR EXPERIENCE OF LIVING WITH THEM ON A DAY TO DAY BASIS.

"I like my breasts. They are soft and round, perhaps the size of grapefruit or small honeymelons. Certainly not as big as Rebekah's, but I am otherwise rather petite so they look about the same size. I am told I have lovely nipples, they rest high on my breasts and are rather marshmallow-like in size and colour! My cleavage looks great in a well-fitting bra, but I can also get away with a decent cleavage braless, and I like to wear daringly low-cut dresses with no bra if I am on a night out. They do jiggle a lot though, so tit-tape is definitely required. I like to show off my large shapely bust day to day, in the office or in town, especially as I have a flat pancake-arse I want to detract attention from! Rebekah and I, and our big-boobed friends, used to go on holiday together, Ibiza, Magaluf, all those places, and would play spot-the-boner on the beach, trying to get as many of the boys erect as we could. Rebekah would always be the winner but I was never far behind!"

*****

I replied, fingers trembling, stating my availability for lessons to start a.s.a.p.

The phone rang. It was Coralie.

'Martin, apologies for calling on a Sunday, I just wanted to tell you how the screening of our little movie went at Friday's after-school sex education club.'

'Coralie, yes, thanks for calling, I had sheer forgotten about that.' I genuinely had, how I do not know.

'The girls absolutely loved it, and the lesson was a great success. We really managed to sell the idea of titfucking as a safe alternative to penetrative sex. They were rather sceptical at first, but you sterling performance on screen and, dare I say it, my orgasmic acting,' she broke off into a chirrup of shrill laughter, 'really drove the point home.'

'I'm so pleased,' I said. 'Happy to have been of service.'

'As homework I've set them all the task of writing a thousand-word essay on the subject of their own breasts, and they're all very excited about it. Now, I hope this isn't too much to ask, but would you be interested in reading and marking their efforts? I really think it needs a male perspective in our all-female school, and I can't think of anyone more appropriate than you.'

And I couldn't think of anything more inappropriate, but, feigning mild reluctance, I agreed.

'Martin, thank-you so, so much,' Coralie sighed in relief. 'And, if I could impose even further...?'

'Yes?'

'Would you come and talk to the girls next Friday? 4pm? At the school?'

I really didn't need this obscenely horny fantasy coming to life so soon before a session with Emma. Go and speak to a group of eighteen to nineteen-year old sixth-form girls about the safe-sex benefits of titfucking? You bet your bloody life.

'I guess I can rearrange some appointments and make it work,' I said graciously.

Coralie was delighted.

I spent the remaining couple of hours before Emma o'clock in self-imposed sensory deprivation. I felt bad enough about allowing Rebekah to phone-tit-fuck me to hands-free climax during the night (had that *really* happened?) and didn't want to succumb to the further cockteasing treasures that still lay unexplored in the LCTF inbox. But another part of me had to acknowledge that the midnight release had probably served a valuable purpose in regulating my metabolism. My obsession with Emma's naivety, endearing lack of self-confidence, and stunning bosomy physique had driven me to a state where I felt like creaming my jeans just thinking about her, let alone being alone in a room with her watching her slowly unbutton her...

The doorbell rang. It was her.

'I'm so nervous!' she babbled, hanging up her coat and following me into the apartment living area. 'My final exam! It's come around so quickly!' She was wearing the pink cashmere cardigan again, her breasts beneath clearly braless to anyone who knew how perfect her double-F-cup boobs were beneath, but well-supported to the untrained eye.

'You'll be fine,' I smiled reassuringly. 'The final exam is quite simple. I want you to titwank me for at least half an hour without making me cum. It's an exercise in stamina.'

'Oh my goodness,' her eyebrows furrowed up into her forehead. 'But Martin, you barely last more than a couple of minutes usually. Sometimes you cum just looking at them.'

'Exactly,' I nodded. 'This is going to be an exercise in endurance, for both of us. I need you to draw this out very slowly - it's always been your one weak point, you make me cum too quickly.'

Emma drew herself up in forced confidence (causing the top button of her cardigan to come undone), and psyched herself up inside. 'I can do this,' she said to herself sternly.

I undressed completely before her, my cock semi-erect. 'Your time starts...' I set the timer on my phone for thirty minutes. 'Now.'

We stood opposite each other for a moment. Emma watched in wide-eyed panic as my erection started to stiffen already, the sight of her cashmere-clad, impossibly perky orbs sending overpowering lustful urges from my brain to my cock (or was it vice versa).

Emma turned her back to me and wriggled her way out of her knee-length red skirt, then her stripy woollen tights, then her polka-dot knickers. Her high, plump, porcelain-white buttocks ballooned expansively from her tiny waist, her stout thighs tapering to dainty ankles and tiny feet. She looked at me over her shoulder, now wearing nothing but a skintight pink cardigan, and pointed to the antique piano stool, an item of furniture I had purchased in a jumble sale primarily for decorative purposes, but which had now assumed an unexpected dual purpose as an ideal titfucking chair. 'Sit there,' she commanded, 'and keep your eyes shut.'

I did as I was told. Clever girl, I thought, she's figured out that the sight of her breasts alone is fifty percent of the effect and is buying herself time.

A series of shuffling noises told me she was discarding her top and now, fully nude, was approaching. I sensed her short sharp breath through my chest hair.

'Can you feel the warmth of my breasts?' Emma's voice asked from the darkness. 'I'm holding them either side of your erection, being ever so careful not to touch it.'

Those big perfect tits were indeed radiating their soothing busty warmth all around my cock. 'Yes Emma, I can.'

'I'm moving them up and down now,' she said. 'My big soft boobs are both a fraction of an inch from touching your penis as I lift them and let them descend towards your balls. All I want you to feel is the air being displaced by the motion of these lovely breasts.'

This was the midnight mindfuck all over again. A sense-free titfuck in thought and word, but this time heightened still further by the knowledge that those magnificent breasts were right there in front of me.

Emma moaned a little. 'I can't believe I'm denying myself your cock,' she murmured. 'It feels so nice wedged tightly into my cleavage, and I want a genuine boobgasm so badly. Imagine if I squeezed these tits together now. Trapping your twitching cock between them.'

I made some kind of appreciative sound.

'Cleavage beats pussy, doesn't it, Martin,' she said.

'Hands down,' I replied.

'You want me to put my hands down?' Emma asked, worried. 'Okay.'

'No!' I blurted out, eyes still screwed shut, but it was too late, and my entire body shuddered with pleasure that propelled me perilously close to instant orgasm as Emma's breasts, now free from manual control, slapped and jiggled their way loosely around my desperate cock, which started to gradually pump forth a stream of hopeful pre-cum.

"Oh, I see what you mean,' I heard Emma say in sheepish realisation. Her breasts parted again, away from the priapism between them, as she took them once more in her steady control. 'That was close.'

'Too close,' I laughed nervously. 'It's just a figure of speech.'

'Come with me to the bedroom,' she said, taking my hand in hers. 'And keep your eyes shut.'

I followed cautiously, painfully aware of the pitter-patter trail of pre-orgasmic liquid emissions my solid erection was depositing on the carpet but too insanely turned on to care.

Emma softly pushed me back onto the bed, my legs dangling over the edge. I felt her clamber onto the bed next to me, swing her left leg over my chest, then the familiar intoxicating perfume of her pristine quim in the air, and the clumsy bump-bump of her pendulous, weighty dangling breasts making their way one after the other over my cock, stretching it precariously over, only for it to snap up into warm cleavage. Emma reversed her moistening cunt up over my nose and settled it on my closed eyes, plunging me still further into darkness. 'No peeking,' she said, entirely unnecessarily.

My cock, nestled temporarily in Emma's deep, fleshy, hanging cleavage, was at the last minute rescued from the precipice of orgasm as Emma rocked her hips, arched her back, and lifted her bust clear enough from me that her soft tit-peaks were no longer pressing into my hips and my cock was held, barely, by the featherlight casual grip of the swaying breasts which flanked it.

As she then started, ever so slowly, to rock back and forth, her backside resting on my forehead, i realised what she was up to. The busty minx was fucking the bridge of my nose, while letting the inertia of her hanging breasts give the most subtle, barely-perceptible titfuck I had ever received. And as the tip of my nose dipped in and out of the entrance to her cunt and vaginal juices ran uncomfortably into my nostrils, it dawned on me that i was, to all intents and purposes, being waterboarded, but waterboarded by the most delicious pussy juices at Guantanamo Bay's disposal. This and other absurd notions raced through my head as I tried my best to dispel the approaching climax that this most unusually erotic experience was rapidly propelling in the direction of my hapless reproductive organs.

Emma wriggled her pussy lips around my nose and let out a ticklish moan of pleasure, the lateral movement setting her dangling breasts into more complicated orbits around my impatiently throbbing member, softly colliding with it in a way that made me crave the full sight and sensation of her marvellous jugs more fervently than ever before.

She dismounted, leaving my orgasmic cravings masterfully unresolved for a second time, climbed off the bed and took my hand again. I followed, eyes still closed, back to the living room, where she gently manoeuvred me down into a seated position on the sofa. After a moment or two of shuffling activity, she said, 'Open your eyes again.'

I opened them, the light in the room taking a little adjusting to. I must have had them shut for longer than I thought. My erection towered, purple and angry, from my groin before me where I was slumped back into the cushions, and beyond my erection there was Emma, in her pink buttoned-up cardigan, nude from the waist down. Emma unfastened the bottom button. The garment sprang open a little, exposing her cute little rounded belly and innie. She opened the top button, baring some freckled, naturally tight cleavage. Then the second button from the bottom. The generously rounded inner curves of the undersides of her soft, protruding breasts came into view. Then she undid the second button from the top, leaving just one beleaguered black plastic button to hold the soft stretchy cashmere in place over the soft swell of her nipples. She took a few steps toward me, hips swinging confidently, precariously-encased perky double-F bosom wobbling uncontrollably, and dropped gracefully, bending at the knees, until her undercleavage hovered, defying gravity, above the tip of my cock which yearned and stretched up towards it.




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Her arms down by her sides, she descended to her knees and allowed her bust to come to rest on my bulging purple cockhead until it was taking her weight so much that it nowhere else to go but to force its way gently up into that impenetrably tight pussy of tit that the pink cardigan was holding defiantly in place around me.

Emma's bulged and she took a wide open-mouthed intake of breath as her bust made its slow, pre-cum lubricated descent down my shaft. The movement was gradual enough to keep me from shooting my load, but the (faked?) show of arousal that Emma was putting on, as though the titfuck felt akin to full penetration, was getting to be too much for me.

And to make matters more tortuously unbearable, Emma, looking me straight in the eye with an incorrigibly naughty smile, started to gyrate her shoulders in long, slow circles, causing her immense, pliant breasts to grind and massage my aching shaft to an edge of orgasm more breathtakingly close than anything I had ever experienced.

The gyrations increased in intensity. My cock was being expertly titfucked like never before. I knew I only had a matter of seconds left in me. And I could tell that Emma knew exactly how close I was.

And then, thank God, the thirty-minute alarm sounded.

With a practised shimmying flourish, Emma gave her extraordinary jugs a jiggle forceful enough to make the final button of her cardigan snap open and the pink wool to vanish into her armpits. I gazed in ecstatic awe at the glorious vista of her huge, creamy, perfectly formed breasts with their gently pointed, softly pale-nippled peaks, as they now jiggled and slapped my furiously neglected cock with gleeful, unrestrained abandon. And, at last, I came.

Boy, did I come.

The first rope of the stuff nearly hit the ceiling, then cascaded down onto both of us, ensnaring our heads and shoulders together in long, sticky lasso. Then, after a pause that seemed to last forever while Emma's jugs wobbled generously around me, the second sailed up over my own head, landing somewhere behind the sofa. I panted and howled in animal lust and delight as my cock drew sprawling white scribbles in the air. Emma's first titfuck had been a clumsy jiggle-slap effort that had made me jizz much too quickly, but now she had come full circle, graduating with the same technique executed to perfection. As my ejaculations started to diminish, she grabbed her breasts firmly in her hands and mashed them together around my drowsily spunking cock, keenly massaging every last drop of spunk out of me.

I wanted to grab her by the tits, pull her toward me, plant my lips on hers, drive my tongue into her mouth, then get down on my knees and beg for her hand in marriage. But for some reason I didn't. Instead I told her, "Congratulations Emma, you've passed."

She leapt to her feet and jumped up and down for joy, her naked, cum-strewn tits bouncing joyously. 'Hooray, hooray!' she shouted. 'I can't believe I am now qualified to titfuck!'

'Your boyfriend is a lucky man,' I said.

Emma's face fell. 'Oh I didn't tell you, did I? He broke up with me.'

Was this man insane? 'I'm sorry to hear that, Emma,' I lied.

'Oh don't worry,' she said with a dismissive shrug that sent her bare breasts into incongruously chirpy waves of jiggling motion. 'He found someone else on the online dating and decided he preferred her. Still, plenty more fish in the sea and all that.'

'You won't be single for long,' I said. I wanted to hug her, but my cock would no doubt find its way inside her and I dared not risk the inappropriateness.

'It seems absurd that I have mastered this technique and have no-one to actually do it to,' she reflected sadly. 'And Henry was the whole reason I wanted to learn it in the first place. Oh well.'

Emma went for a shower and I put my trousers back on. She emerged wrapped in a towel that was boldly held aloft by her jutting breasts. Her mood had brightened again. 'I hope we'll still be seeing a lot of each other,' she said.

'Of course,' I replied, 'I want to involve you in the school. The business is growing, and I'm going to need help running it. Would you be interested? After all, this was all your idea, it's only fair that I make you a partner in some way.'

'Oh Martin I would love to!' she said, giddily clapping her hands. 'I could help with the marketing, I'm good at that.'

'Why don't we film a commercial to put on the website, with you in it!'

'This is so exciting!'

We sat down together and wrote a cheesy infomercial script in which Emma demonstrated some of the techniques she'd learned. By the end we were both laughing like idiots.

'Of course there's no way I would really want my bare bosoms in a video online,' Emma said. 'But we could cast around for someone to play me.'

We spent the evening hatching plans, some realistic some not, and eventually Emma had to leave, giving me a hug and an affectionate peck on the cheek.

At the watercooler in the office the next day, Rebekah cornered me. 'Sleep well on Saturday night?' she teased. 'I certainly did.'

'I came like a fire hydrant,' I muttered.

'Looking forward to trying out my new idea in tomorrow night's lesson,' she said, and returned to her desk.

I booked Friday off work in view of my invitation to speak to the students at Stonemere Park girls' college.

Monday night meant a second lesson with Helen. We sat in my apartment and chatted for a little while. She was still clearly very nervous, yet willing to learn.

'Emma told me she graduated from the course,' Helen said. 'She was very excited. Do you think I'll be able to titfuck like her?'

'Every girl titfucks in a different way,' I said. 'All breasts are different, and girls bring their own personality to it. You just have to find what you do best, and that's what these lessons are about.'

'Emma said she made you orgasm by jiggling her boobs. Mine are too firm to jiggle. Is that a bad thing?'

'No, not at all, you still have an excellent deep and accommodating cleavage, and while your breasts are indeed incredibly firm in spite of their size, you can still achieve the same effect by vigorously shaking your entire bust from side to side. Shall we try?'

Helen nodded and stood. She removed her orange sweater, beneath which her pointed bust was stabbing sharply at a frilly, high-necked blouse, which she began to unbutton. My eyebrows raised at the sight beneath it, a sheer white bra, the silken cups' shape dictated entirely by that of her uptilted conical breasts. 'I invested in some nicer underwear since last time,' she said stiffly, by way of commentary.

'It's a lovely bra, Helen,' I remarked. 'I like the way your nipples are slightly visible through the material.'

'Does that... turn you on?' She folded her blouse and placed it on the arm of the sofa. 

'It does,' I nodded. 'The sight makes a fine prelude to the titfuck which will follow.'

'It's a non-wired bra,' she said, posing awkwardly for me. 'I don't need underwires. In fact I don't really need a bra at all. I wear one out of habit and a sense of modesty.'

'Well, you have no need to be modest here and now,' I said. I pulled my trousers and boxer shorts down, letting my swelling cock bob out beneath the hem of my polo shirt.

Helen unpinged her bra strap and pulled the garment from her chest. 'I still can't get used to the effect that has on you,' she said, watching as my cock grew. I had forgotten quite how startling and unique her breasts were, how much space they actually took up from armpit to armpit, from collarbone to ribcage. Her areolae were smooth and shiny, the nipples blushing at their centres.

'Try to shimmy them,' I said.

She wriggled her shoulders and swung her torso from side to side, but her breasts were simply rock solid extensions of her body with no real independent movement. 'See?'

'Kneel here, I have an idea,' I said. My cock was bobbing, two-thirds erect, in front of me. Helen knelt and looked up at me doubtfully. I started swaying my hips, letting my protruding erection swing from left to right, right to left, slowly at first but with increasing vigor. With this pink flesh propellor in action I advanced on Helen's groin-level chest and started to batter her firm, pointed tits with it. My cock slapped rapidly from boob to boob, Helen and her bust rigidly immobile.

'I see,' she said. 'You're doing the jiggling yourself with your penis. Does it feel nice?'

I shot cum over her left shoulder then her right, and as I backed away my still-swinging dick pumped some more onto her nipples and into her cleavage. 'I think that should answer your question,' I replied.

We moved onto a 69 on the bed. I tentatively suggested she strip fully nude, but she wasn't ready for that, and it was with slight frustration that I stared up at her pale blue knickers that concealed a tasty-looking pubic mound while she ground her painfully solid breasts into my throbbing cock.

'What would happen if I grabbed your penis with my hand and rubbed it,' I heard her ask. She swivelled her body upright, lifting her tits from my groin. 'Don't boys like that?'

'We do,' I said, 'but handjobs are outside the scope of the lessoooooonnnnnn....' I felt Helen's deft hand around my erection and before I could tell her to stop I was cumming again.

'You can't see,' Helen commented, rubbing me off quietly, straddling my chest with her back to me, 'But it's going all over my chest. You really are cumming quite a lot, Martin.'

'I know!' I snapped.

Helen finished, dismounted, and knelt on the bed next to me, showing off her semen-drenched chest. 'Surely this counts as a titfuck?'

'It's a handjob with a finish on the tits,' I wheezed pedantically, still woozy from the force of the surprise orgasm. 'But it's not, strictly speaking, a titfuck if you have to use your hand to take me over the edge. That would be an instant fail in the final exam.'

Helen nodded in quiet understanding. Her disappointment in herself was palpable, it was as though she had thought she'd figured it out, but was now having to go back to square one.

We had a brief break while Helen wiped herself down and I had a glass of water and popped a zinc pill. Then, going back to basics, I sat on the stool with my legs apart and fucked her tits in a very simple demonstration, holding her remarkably resilient tits in my own hands and rubbing them up and down the sides of my erection.

'But you're using your hands,' she said in exasperated lack of understanding.

'I'm using my hands to manipulate your breasts,' I explained patiently, 'But neither of us are touching the penis itself. It should just be breasts on penis. No hands, no mouth, nothing else. That's the point.'

'Riiight,' she said, the penny, perhaps, dropping. Four or five diminished ejaculations flew skyward, one draped over her lips, the others splattered over her breasts and my hands.

The hour nearly up, Helen showered and I dressed. Handing over the week's lesson fee on the way out, her brow furrowed pensively. 'I think I'm getting the hang of it,' she said. 'You'll see a big improvement next week, I promise.'



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'Did you hear from Alice Hunter?' Rebekah passed my desk during a quiet moment at work. No-one else was around.

'I did, thanks for the referral, Rebekah.'

'She's very interested. I was thinking of asking her along to tonight's lesson if you don't mind? Give her an idea of what it's all about?'

I cast my mind back to when the easily-shocked Helen had fled in panic from the pornographic scenes that ensued when she sat in on one of Emma's lessons. 'She's not likely to be upset or offended, is she?'

'Alice? God no, we talk about sex and tits all the time. She's got fantastic boobs, and loves to chat about them and to gossip and bitch about other girls', but just thinks of them as appendages which are nice to look at, and has never really considered the... practical applications.' Rebekah gave her chest a subtle wiggle by way of elaboration, then half-closed her eyes as the sensation gave her a boobgasmic tingle of pleasure. Damn it was horny when she did that.

'Are you still experiencing the... side effects?' I asked, using the excuse to take a good look at her jutting vintage centrefold bust, which today was straining a black silk blouse. The shiny fabric took my mind back to the thought of her silk pyjamas popping open in bed while she had jiggled and shimmied herself to a breast-powered climax over the phone on Saturday night.

'More than ever,' she breathed, gazing at me intensely. 'Every time they move I get closer and closer... but can't cum unless someone else knows it's happening. How fucked up is that.' She gave her chest the tiniest wobble and gasped involuntarily. The shiny creases in her blouse rippled in waves.

'Perhaps this isn't the time or place, Rebekah,' I advised with concern. 'It's an open-plan office...'

'They're all in a meeting,' she said.

I looked around, face flushing with a mixture of arousal and panic. The two-dozen desks around about were indeed all vacated. It was just her and me. 'Someone could walk around that corner at any time.'

'Spoilsport,' she pouted. 'Later then.'

'In front of your friend?'

'Once she sees how your lessons fuck with a girl's mind, she'll sign up no question. What busty girl wouldn't want to be able to cum like this?' Rebekah promised. 'In the meantime you've left me on the very frustrating cusp of orgasm. I'm going to be one horny young lady this evening. Just saying.'

And, that evening, there she was in my hallway with Alice in tow. Alice was very pretty indeed, a bubbly Londoner with a dazzling smile, sparkly blue eyes, and long blonde hair. And big tits which were more than a match for her exuberant personality.

'Getting me undressed already, eh?' she sniggered as I took her coat. She was the kind of girl who made everything sound like a flirtatious innuendo.

'So, what do you reckon?' Rebekah gestured toward her friend's rounded bust which stretched a turquoise vest top beneath an open blouse. Her uplift-bra cleavage was soft and inviting.

'Perfect,' I said of Alice's F-cups.

Alice giggled, her chest wobbling. 'Hear that, Bex? I have perfect boobs! Thank-you, Martin, it's good to know.'

'Wait til you see them naked,' purred Rebekah. Alice slapped her playfully and we settled in the living room.

Without waiting, Rebekah stood and started to unbutton her black silk blouse, giving me a knowing grin. I glanced uncertainly at Alice, but the blonde was unfazed, watching in eager fascination. This girl was keen to learn.

'I've been waiting for this all day,' moaned Rebekah. 'Martin's the only person I can do this in front of.' Her blouse half-open and a vast amount of boob on display, the lacy cups of her bra only just loosely covering her areolae, Rebekah started to set her chest in motion. As she'd had a whole day of sexually unresolved frustration to contend with since I'd tit-blocked her at work, the electric shivers started radiating through her breasts and body almost instantly, and she gasped and panted her growing satisfaction.

'Oh my god,' said Alice, hands on her face, 'are you jiggling yourself to some kind of boob orgasm?'

Rebekah nodded wordlessly, unfastening the remaining buttons of her blouse and wrestling it roughly from her body. The black bra was doing an increasingly poor job of containing her large firm breasts as they cavorted with increasing violence.

My cock was straining awkwardly at my trouser pocket, and I decided I needed to release it. Leaning back on the sofa I unbuttoned and pulled off my jeans, and adjusted my boxers until my greedy erection sprang forth from the fly.

Alice gasped again.

'Are my jiggling tits turning you on?' breathed Rebekah as her nipples started to creep out of her faltering bra cups.

'Ask a stupid question!' blurted Alice in astonishment.

'They're not jiggling enough,' groaned Rebekah impetuously. 'I need to take my bra off.' She reached around behind her, unhooked it, and shook her tits vigorously until it fell loosely to the floor. 'Oh GOD yes that's it,' she shouted in relief. Her tits were now thumping heavily against one another as they flew around from side to side. My cock strained toward the ceiling in crazed arousal at the sight of this. 'Oh fuck... oh fuck...' Rebekah panted in sexual anguish, 'I'm... I'm... I'm cummmmmiiiinngggg!' Her thighs writhed, her knees buckled, she clutched her tits tightly in her hands and smashed them repeatedly against one another, wanking herself angrily to what was clearly an overwhelmingly forceful boobgasm.

She fell to her knees on the carpet, a blissful smile spread over her blushing face, and crawled unsteadily toward me, her tits making a beeline for my erection. I had, miraculously, managed not to shoot my load.

'Rebekah,' I said to the wide-eyed Alice, 'has successfully propelled my penis to a state of arousal, meaning that she can now wank me to orgasm using her breasts.' Rebekah's tits were now swaying unsteadily a couple of inches from the tip of my cock. 'Actually I have an idea which will help you understand the basic principles here, Alice. Come over here and stand behind Rebekah.'

Alice did so, her face stricken by curiosity.

'Now reach down and hold the sides of Rebekah's breasts,' I instructed. Rebekah looked at me in horny admiration. She could see what (and who) was coming.

'I think that's all I'd manage,' said Alice, 'My hands are much too small to go all the way around them.' She leaned forward, reaching over Rebekah's shoulders and placed her small hands down the sides of Rebekah's massive chest, her thumbs resting on their upper slopes. 'Ooh Bex,' she said, 'I had forgotten how firm they are!'

'Now Alice,' I said. 'Lift Rebekah's breasts up and place them either side of my penis, then gently sandwich them together around it.'

Rebekah shuffled forward a little by way of assistance. Alice prised her friend's breasts apart and then, as my eager cock passed between them, deep into that heavenly firm cleavage, manoeuvred them together until I was almost entirely engulfed, drowning in tit, only the dark eye of my cockhead gasping for air just above the surface.

'Now, keeping them held tightly together, rub them up and down my erection,' I said. Rebekah gave me a knowing horny smirk. With some effort, Alice hefted Rebekah's heavy chest up, then down, up, then down, wanking me off with expert timing. Her own wobbling orbs, hanging pleasantly over Rebekah's short spiky dyed hair, were shuffling to and fro with the increasing effort, which added greatly to the visual aspect of the spectacle.

'How does that feel?' asked Alice

'Amazing,' groaned Rebekah and I in unison.

'Rub my nipples,' said Rebekah, her eyelids fluttering shut.

'Me or him?' asked Alice, now a little breathless with the weightlifting.

'I don't fucking care,' Rebekah snapped.

'I'm busy with this, Martin,' said Alice, 'It's quite a work-out! Would you mind attending to the nipples?'

'Sure,' I said, and took Rebekah's stiffening nipples gently between my fingers, and started to tweak.

Rebekah let out a growl of delight. 'Squeeze harder,' she barked, 'Both of you!'

We doubled our efforts. Alice was flushing a deep pink with the strain of heaving Rebekah's kilograms of solid titmeat, but continued to rub them briskly up and down my shaft while I let the rubbery nipples flick up and down between my busy fingertips.

'I'm going to cum, Martin,' Rebekah warned. 'Are you?'

'I've been on the edge for several minutes now,' I replied, 'The minute you climax I'm going to shoot. Really hard.'

'FUCK,' yelled Rebekah as her orgasm hit. She cried out in orgasmic fury as the friction of my cock within her sensitive cleavage, the massaging ministrations of Alice's delicate hands, and my own contribution of tortuous nipple-play sent her careening into her second prolonged boobgasm of the evening.

And, it goes without saying, I shot my load as copiously as you might expect. Poor Alice was caught in the cumshot crossfire and received the first of the loads in her own face, the rest found its way onto Rebekah's face and throat, and onto the surface of her chest, then down again onto the unfortunate Alice's hands.

'Can I... can I stop now?' wheezed Alice through the gloopy curtain of sperm on her face.

I nodded, spent. Rebekah rocked back on her knees and collapsed, happy, to the floor, long strands of cum stretching up from her tits onto Alice's outstretched hands.

'The bathroom's through that way,' I said to Alice, who clearly looked in need of a quick wash.

'You've got me completely fucking addicted to this,' said Rebekah woefully, sprawled out on the carpet while Alice was in the bathroom. 'I can't do it in front of my boyfriend, he'd think I'd lost my mind. Which, perhaps, I have.'

'I have an ex-girlfriend who used to cum the same way,' I said. 'It's probably a bit more commonplace than you think.'

'Somehow I doubt it.' Rebekah got wearily to her feet, her massive jutting nude breasts lurching clumsily about in front of her.

'Does your boyfriend not like tit-play? Sucking your nipples perhaps?'

'Oh God,' she intoned through clenched teeth, 'What I wouldn't give to have my nips sucked to climax.'

Alice had returned from the bathroom. 'Am I... interrupting something?'

'No, no,' I smiled. 'So, Alice, any questions so far?'

'Can I learn to get breast orgasms like Rebekah?' she asked eagerly.

'It's a side effect, rather than something I can teach,' I admitted. 'But it seems that the more you think of your cleavage in vaginal terms, the more your brain will come to accept it as a form of penetration as stimulating as real sex.'

Alice mulled this over. 'I want to do it,' she said firmly.

We agreed on Wednesday evenings. My week was getting packed. Helen Mondays, Rebekah Tuesdays, now Alice Wednesdays, my meet-ups with Alex on Thursdays, and Shelley (oh Shelley!) on Friday nights.

Alice got her things and left is to complete the lesson.

'Now, Martin,' said Rebekah, pacing, 'Remember the idea I told you about?'

'Remind me?'

'When I called you on Saturday night and you titfucked me over the phone?'

'I remember the phone-call, but the idea...?'

'Spread your legs.' I did. Rebekah knelt between them and started to rub her naked, cum-slick breasts over my thick, sleepy cock, talking in erotic terms about her beautiful bust until I was stirring to life once more. 'That's it,' she said, as my cock stood proud. Then, instead of taking my cock between her boobs, she placed them either side of my bloated, hanging testicles, and squeezed.

'Aaarrrrgghhhh,' I gasped, 'Gently gently!' The pressure on my balls was momentarily excruciating, but I could see where she was going with this. My hard-on bobbed about, unrestrained, while the busty young woman massaged my ballsack with her magnificent tits, the still-moist layer of viscous jism providing ample lubrication.

'How is it now?' asked Rebekah.

'It's strange, but an interesting concept,' I wheezed, feeling the orgasmic pressure building already.

'Do you think it will make you cum?' Rebekah asked. 'I've been practising this a lot in my mind, and the way it plays out in my imagination, fucking your nuts with my big breasts makes you jizz buckets.'

The idea that Rebekah, a work colleague with a steady boyfriend, was spending her time devising new ways to get me off and fantasizing about the resulting cumloads was an extraordinary turn-on. 'I commend your initiative, Rebekah,' I said between moans of exquisite pain. 'This is a new experience for me, too.'

'Do you have a problem eating your own semen?' The question came out of the blue.

'Erm, why do you ask?'

'Because when you blow your load all over my big hard jugs, I'm going to need you to suck my nipples until I cum.'

I orgasmed there and then, jism firing in all directions from my flailing, uncontrolled cock and raining, in part, thickly onto Rebekah's smooth breasts.

The busty, insatiable young woman stood triumphantly, hiked her skirt up around her waist, and got onto the sofa, planting her knees either side of my hips and grinding her knicker-clad pubis firmly against my still throbbing cock and tender, aching nutsack. She aimed a swollen, golfball-sized areola, shiny beneath a glaze of milky jism, at my face and said, 'Suck it.'

'Just this once,' I said, half-feigning exasperation (deep down I recognized that things were clearly going to far), planted my lips around the engorged, slimy, salty treat, and sucked away greedily. Rebekah's entire body shuddered, and I took the liberty of grabbing her tits roughly in both hands and squeezing and groping with crazed sexual abandon. Meanwhile the only thing keeping my cock from coming into direct contact with her wet cuntlips was a drenched pair of knickers, and even that was rapidly retreating into the dark musky opening between her legs.

'Now the other one,' she instructed, removed her raw pink nipple from my mouth with a plot, and shifted position to replace it with puffy 60's nipple #2, which I lapped, licked, sucked and chewed with equal enthusiasm. My cock was rock solid, and all of a sudden I realised that she'd tugged her knickers to one side and, by means of writhing, wriggling, and general bodily motion, allowed me to cross the threshold of her womanhood and there we were, interlocked, my thick cock nut-deep in her cunt, her engorged nipple tit-deep in my mouth.

'Warn me if you need to cum,' she said. 'It's okay if you do, I'm on the pill, but I need to see that eruption, it's such a fucking turn-on.'

My lips left her flushed, plum-like areola. 'Shake them,' I moaned, 'I'm about to blow my load.'

'Yesss!' she howled in glee, and gave her huge, shapely, resilient jugs a shimmy any burlesque dancer would be proud of.

I lost complete control at the sight of this, and realised two spurts into my orgasm that I was in fact pumping my load into her. 'Oh fuck, I'm... I'm cumming already!' I announced.

Rebekah leapt from my cock as a diminishing final few bolts of jism shot up toward her swaying bosom. 'Oh it's so fucking HORNY' she blurted out, scrambling backwards from the sofa and landing on her backside on the floor, skirt still up round her waist. Her makeup was smudged, her face beet-red, her hair a mess. She sat there breathing, sobering up from the sexual intoxication, gazed up at me and my spent organ. We looked at each other, our eyes admitting that things may have got a bit out of hand. Then a giggle from Rebekah broke the serious spell and we laughed, in mild hysteria, for a moment or two. It seemed that a silent agreement had passed between us to rein it in a little. Rebekah staggered to the shower and washed, returning wrapped in a towel. She looked beautiful with her make-up washed off.

I opened a couple of beer bottles and we sat in silence, Rebekah re-applying her make-up, pocket mirror in hand. I spoke first. 'Rebekah,' I began, 'We... we probably...'

'It's OK,' she said, then smacked her cherry-lipstick-red lips together. 'I know. I went too far. You're not annoyed, are you?'

'No, I just... I have to draw a line somewhere.'

'We'll stick to plain old titfucking,' she nodded.

'I'm glad you agree. In any case, it's your final exam next week.'

'Doesn't time fly,' she said, with an air of post-coital melancholy.

When she had left, I sat in silent contemplation, nursing my beer. What the hell was happening.

The flirting ceased at work, Rebekah keeping conversation to office-related matters. But while I was, in a way, relieved that we had called time on what seemed to be turning into some kind of fling, I was selfishly concerned that her embarrassment, or whatever it was, would lead to a drying-up of the potential client base she had promised me.

I was still dwelling on the matter that evening as Rebekah's first recruit, the bubbly blonde Alice, wrapped her large and lusciously soft breasts around my dick while I guided her through the motions.

'Martin?'

'Yes?'

'What do you think?' The topless young woman was looking up at me apprehensively.

'Of...?'

'I asked you if I should speed up or slow down.' Alice's breasts were riding steadily up and down my cock with the help of some water-based lubricant.

'I'm sorry Alice, I was momentarily distracted. Change tempo as you see fit, just make sure, whatever rhythm you go for, to stick with it for a while. It's the contrast that has the effect, there's nothing inherently stimulating about any particular pace.' I was beginning to sound like Yoda.

'How about this?' she asked, and dropped down a couple of gears, dragging her comfy boobs up and down my shaft with agonizing slowness.

My cock responded instantly, thickening within her greased cleavage. 'Feel that?'

'Ooh yes,' she giggled naughtily. 'It got much harder between my breasts.'

'Now keep that pace going a little longer. When you feel me start to soften, change the pace again, and note the change in my erection.'

Alice nodded and carried on inching her breasts, squeezed together with her hands, up and down my erection. Her medium-sized pink nipples remained soft which led me to conclude that, thank goodness, she wasn't allowing her own sex-drive to take over, and was instead treating this as a sober, academic exercise (albeit one that was minutes away from culminating in a torrent of semen raining down upon her bare chest). All I really wanted was to feed my insatiable craving for big pairs of tits wanking me to orgasm, without all the nonsense and charade of courtship, romance and heartbreak ruining it for everyone. Bosomy girls pay me to teach them to titfuck, they get a new trick to try out in the bedroom, and I get my rocks off with no strings attached. In theory it was a perfect, victimless scheme. But the whole boobgasm factor threw a spanner into the works. If repeated titfucking did indeed induce some kind of psychosomatic orgasm in women then I was going to find myself with customers going nympho-sex-fiend on me, calling me in the night like Rebekah to satiate these newly-awoken cravings of their own! I didn't want customers turning jealous on me.

The next evening, at Alex's surgery, I brought the matter up.

'Boobgasms?' the busty health professional said with a glint in her eye, as she mopped the evening's deposit from her stunning tits and I buckled up my belt. 'Yes please!'

'You love them, don't you?'

'Fucking hell yes. Nothing quite like it. A clitoral orgasm is all well and good, but if you've not a felt a climax spread from your nipples, through your tits, and then all through your body, you haven't lived.'

I explained what was going on with Rebekah while Alex put on a pair of leggings and a top which was so tight that, although ostensibly covering her comically oversized breasts, somehow made them look even more naked.

'Well,' Alex said, 'I'm going to have to study this girl Rebekah's breasts for my research.'




L.C.T.F. Ch. 10



'She has her final exam with me on Tuesday night, so it will have to be then. Or I can put you in touch?'

'Tuesday night's fine,' Alex said, reaching for her pocket organiser. 'But beware: you get a girl hooked on boobgasms, and you are opening Pandora's Box. My boyfriend never touches these bloody things,' she placed her hands wistfully under her stretch-cotton tits, 'so I have to get there myself somehow.'

'If you... ever need a hand...'

'Martin!' she exclaimed in appalled horror. Then, after a pause: 'Oh fuck it, go on.' She dropped to her knees in front of me. 'No telling, understand?' My belt flew off in a deft single movement, and in a matter of seconds my cock was out. Alex peeled off her stretchy top and let my instantly erect but achingly sore cock disappear into the depths of her cleavage. She ground her hardening nipples into my hips and writhed in horny desperation. 'Oh fuck I need a titgasm so fucking badly,' she wailed. 'Simon's lovely but... but he just doesn't give me this... and I need it...'

Deranged with arousal I clutched Alex's tits the way I knew she loved it, thumbs running rings around her swollen areolae, sending shudders through her body.

'Thank goodness you only just came,' said Alex between throaty gasps of pleasure. 'Otherwise you'd have shot your load by now, wouldn't you?'

'I certainly would have,' I croaked.

'I love having a cock between my tits so much,' said Alex as I gave her knockers the groping of a lifetime. 'I had forgotten how good it feels. If you can get every woman in the country feeling like this, you'll be a millionaire.'

Whether it was the mention of titfucking every woman in the country, or (perhaps more worryingly) the thought of all that money, my balls gave up the fight and I shot my second load of the evening into Alex's face and all down her bare breasts.

'Don't you fucking DARE,' she growled, 'I'm not finished!'

My agonized erection wilting painfully in her tightly-squashed cleavage, I continued to knead and thumb Alex's firm tits and puffed nipples until, finally, thankfully, the breastgasm hit and she pushed me, red-faced and exhausted, away, retreating to a chair.

'Oh Martin,' she panted. 'Oh Martin. God I needed that.'

I stooped with difficulty and pulled up my suit trousers, then staggered across the room to retrieve my belt. 'Any time,' I said.

It was nearly nine in the evening, and I left her to sort herself out so she could get back to her boyfriend presentably.

I'd taken the next day off work, but regardless, I got an early night. Because there was an appointment in my diary for Friday. An appointment at Stonemere Park.



L.C.T.F. Ch. 11



Stonemere Park School for Girls was out in south east London, toward Kent. The train stopped at the beautifully-preserved railway station in a small village which was a ten-minute walk through the countryside from the former stately home which now housed the school. It felt like travelling back in time, and though my own schooling had not been this quaintly bucolic (or as expensive), I felt the time-travel also apply to me personally. I had not set foot in a school since I myself had been eighteen (nearly half a lifetime previously) and the sight of any educational establishment brought back memories of unrequited teenage lust. The big-busted classmates at my state comprehensive all had older boyfriends in their twenties, but when I myself got to that age I had no interest in A-level students, big tits or not. At that age even a few years make a big difference in maturity and cultural experience, and I really wasn't the type to hang around the school gates on a motorbike. Even I had standards.

And yet here I was, a grown man, crossing the threshold into a girls' school, invited to speak to its most sexually enticing sixth-formers about their breasts, and the positive use they could put them to in the pursuit of safe sex. As I passed beneath the wrought iron gate the Jurassic Park theme soared, fully-orchestrated, in my mind. I felt adventure in store. And, perhaps, a chance to resolve some long-overdue libidinous cravings of my own bygone teenage self. Shouts caught my attention and I looked to see a group of girls in blue and white sweaters playing hockey on a sports field just beyond the main house.

As I neared the building, the heavy front door opened and a smiling young woman emerged, giving me a small wave. She was long-legged and slim, in a plaid skirt and navy sweater which covered a burgeoning bust. Her hair was thick, dark and wavy, pulled back with a headband, and her chestnut eyes were the most striking feature of a strong, rosy-cheeked, attractive face.

'Mr Leyton?'

'Yes.' For that was my name. I took her extended hand and shook it as I drew close.

'I'm Sally. Miss St John sent me to meet you. Welcome to Stonemere Park.'

Sally led me through the echoing corridors of the school, which smelt of... well, of school, in that unique way all schools do. A mix of detergent, pencil shavings, and sandwich loaf. 'Everyone's very excited to meet you,' she said. 'School's out for the day, but we're about to meet for Miss St John's sex education club in her form room.'

'I am likewise looking forward to meeting you all.' I said. 'And I'm right in understanding that you've all been prepared for this last week?'

'That's right,' grinned Sally, giving a little twirl as she walked, her skirt swishing. 'We saw a film of the act of inter-mammary sex, and we've all written essays about our breasts. I hope you like mine.'

'From what I can tell they look admirably well-developed,' I leered.

'My essay, I mean,' giggled Sally. I cringed. 'But I'm glad you approve of my breasts, too,' she said, with the confidence only a private education can instil.

She opened a classroom door and we stepped into a perfumed atmosphere of eighteen-year-olds giggling. The pale wintery afternoon sun poured in dusty shafts through tall windows. Coralie St John was perched on the edge of the teacher's desk. 'Ah, there you are, thank-you Sally. Girls, this is Mr Leyton, from the L.C.T.F.'

A girly chorus of 'Hello Mr Leyton' greeted my ears. There were a dozen-ish girls dotted around the desks in the room, all fresh-faced and glowing and pretty in the way all girls of that age are. But what set them apart from their peers, as Coralie had advised me, was their advanced sexual characteristics, which gave their appearances a womanliness beyond their tender years. Hips, thighs, bottoms and bosoms were blossoming all around me, and almost seemed to be visibly growing there and then. It was a stunning display of post-pubescent femininity, and I could see why Coralie wanted to make sure they were well-prepared for the world of sex they were about to be plunged into once they had passed their exams and headed to university or the world of work and men.

'Mr Leyton is here to talk to us about inter-mammary sexual intercourse,' Coralie stood. 'You recall the film we watched together last week, I am sure. Who can tell us another terms for inter-mammary intercourse?'

Twelve hands shot up, setting twelve busts of various sizes into motion, from pert B-cups quivering elastically in tight school blouses to pendulous G-cups wobbling in navy sweaters.

Coralie pointed to a lanky girl with long, dark blonde hair and a low-slung pair of what looked to be double-D's or E's prodding at a baggy blouse. 'Yes, Emily?'

'Tit-fucking, Miss,' she said brightly.

'Very good,' said Coralie. 'And who would like to re-cap exactly what titfucking entails? Yes, Sally.'

The tall girl who'd walked me here from the entrance spoke up. 'It's when a gentleman places his erect penis between a lady's breasts in order to achieve sexual climax,' she said, looking me square in the eye with every word.

'Would you agree with that definition Mr Leyton?' Coralie turned to me.

'It certainly sums it up in a very basic way,' I said, mouth turning dry, 'but there is certainly a lot more to it than that. For instance, both parties can achieve sexual climax by means of the tit-fucking act.'

Coralie ran with the theme. 'What Mr Leyton is talking about is a breast orgasm brought about by the friction applied to the breasts by the erect penis. Now, it's possible to have a breast orgasm in various ways, as some of you may have found in the exploration of your own bodies. Hands up who's ever had an orgasm from the stimulation of their breasts?' Three or four hands rose tentatively. 'Stephanie,' Coralie said, looking at a round-faced student with large pale-green eyes, small pink lips, and shoulder-length ginger corkscrew curls tucked behind prominent ears.

Stephanie stood. Her blouse hung half-open, unable to contain the ample domed breasts that swelled together in a tight cleavage, a couple of inches of which were visible above the neckline of a vest top she wore beneath. The blouse was tucked into slim-waisted culottes that flared into burgeoning hips and draped over pert, wobbly buttocks, then hung loosely around her legs. The other girls all looked at her in smiling anticipation. Stephanie cleared her throat. This was the kind of deeply personal matter Coralie clearly expected them to confront within themselves and share with the group. 'When I'm in the shower,' Stephanie began, 'and I feel the force of the water on my breasts, my nipples get hard. They're normally inverted, but I get so goose-bumped that this makes them pop out and flush a rosy colour. Then I find that if I shake my breasts from side to side under the force of the water, the sensation between them as the water hits them and they hit against one another sends pleasurable sensations through my breasts and down... between my legs to my vagina. And I orgasm.'

'So that's why you shower alone after hockey lessons!' one of the girls teased. The class sniggered.

'Shut up!' snapped Stephanie.

'Now now girls,' Coralie raised her hands, her brow furrowed in disapproval. 'Remember our rule of not making fun of each other when we are talking about our bodies. Thank-you, Stephanie, for sharing with us.' Stephanie sat down again, her face burning bright red.

'What Stephanie has described is really the key,' I said. 'If the female can train herself to increase the sensitivity of her cleavage, either physiologically or psychologically, then she herself can reach orgasm through giving a titwank.'

'Anyone else?' said Coralie. 'Who had their hand up? Yes, Suzanne?'

Suzanne stood. Her face was completely freckled, and her straight brunette hair was tied in a ponytail. 'I've only got B-cup boobs,' she said to the class, 'So I'm not certain they're big enough for inter-mammary sex, but I have large, swollen nipples which are very sensitive, which is the only reason I wear a bra, because otherwise the feeling of fabric rubbing against them is simply unbearably stimulating for me.'

'First of all,' I said, 'B-cups aren't too small for titfucking, it's simply a case of finding a position that will keep them in place either side of the male's penis as it rubs back and forth.'

'I don't know sir,' she frowned. 'You've not seen them. They're really not very big at all. I have the smallest boobs in this class.'

'Why don't you show us, Suzanne,' said Coralie encouragingly. 'Let Mr Leyton see for himself.'

My heart pounded as Suzanne looked downward, her long eyelashes falling, and she started to unbutton her school blouse. The freckles were distributed heavily down her throat, and thinned out toward her creamy-pale chest. As her blouse came off, we all watched in interest as her light blue bra came into view, a padded soft-cup bra, clearly worn, as she said, to safeguard her sensitive nipples from undue friction. She placed her blouse over the back of the chair and, without unhooking the bra, slid the straps from her shoulders and pulled the bra cups demurely down. The soft pale mounds of her breasts extended ever so gently from her smooth young body, and her girlishly pink areolae, full, puffy, and shiny, rose again forming mounds of their own on top, pinprick nipples at their epicentres.

You could have heard a pin drop.

Coralie broke the silence. 'Could you fuck those breasts, Mr Leyton?'

'I could... I mean, one could.' I said, unable to take my eyes off Suzanne's gorgeous young tits. 'Firstly the bra could be kept on, allowing the male member to be held in place by the body band and cups, although in this case it would be the friction provided by the bra itself causing most of the stimulation. Alternatively, with the male lying on his back, Suzanne could lean over him and rub his erection with her breasts until the stimulation of both penis and those very sensitive nipples drove both to orgasm. I would recommend the use of a lubricant in the case of sensitive nipples like these.'

'Thank-you, Suzanne, you can put your bra and blouse back on now,' Coralie smiled. Suzanne thanked her and me, and covered herself up again. I was very much a big-boob man but my Lord those tits were heavenly, so sexual and succulent despite their relatively modest volume.

'Now,' Coralie placed her hands together, 'You all submitted your essays on your breasts, and I've just realised I've left them in the staff room. I'll be right back.'

Coralie excused herself and trotted out the room, leaving me at the mercy of these sexually curious eighteen-year-olds. Twelve pairs of young eyes stared at me in purposeful fascination.

'I'm Jo.' said one of them, bobbed dark hair tucked behind one ear.

'I'm Jo too,' said a blonde. 'But we call her Josie.'

'And my name's Jo as well. You can call me Joey.' This was a taller, more voluptuous girl with long dark hair cascading onto her shoulders in sensuous waves.

Stephanie turned to me. 'They're the three Jo's,' she explained. 'We call them Josie, Jodie, and Joey. After their bra sizes. Jo "C", Jo "D", Jo "E". See?'

'Ah, I get it,' I said, fascinated and terrified.

'Except Joey used to be Josie,' said Emily.

'Then I had a growth spurt,' said Joey, taking a deep breath and heaving her teenage chest beneath her sweater. 'Then Jo, who used to be just Jo, got boobs overnight and she became the new Josie.'

The new Josie, the one with the sleek dark bob, grinned proudly. 'Great thing about boobs appearing so quickly is that they don't sag,' she boasted. 'My boobs looked like Suzanne's until last term. Now they still look like Suzanne's except three times the size. The nips didn't grow though, they're the same size. Can you picture them now, Mr Leyton?'

'I, er, yes I can,' I stammered.

'Miss St John tells us you know everything about boobs,' said Sally, getting up from her desk and walking toward me, hips swinging in teenage defiance. 'Can you guess what size bra I wear?'

I looked down at her chest, swelling beneath the loose navy sweater.

'Here, I'll make it a little easier,' she said, and pulled the sweater off, untucking her white blouse from her skirt in the process. Her chest jutted out, and the loose blouse hung straight down, several inches in front of her waist.

I gazed in fascination.

'Well, go on,' Sally said. 'Touch them.'

'Touch them?' I croaked.

Sally laughed. 'Of course, how else are you going to figure it out? Just by looking?'

'No, no I suppose not,' I laughed nervously, and raised my hands toward her protruding chest. My fingers made contact with the school-issue white cotton and slowly sank inwards. All I could feel was the supple, yielding flesh of a pair of otherwise unclothed (and miraculously firm) breasts, and a pair of nipples thickening into my palms...

'Are you... are you not wearing a...?' I asked in disbelief.

Sally looked me square in the eye and, smiling from ear to ear, shook her head very slowly.

I could feel myself on the brink of cumming in my pants when the door opened. It was Coralie.

'Getting hands-on with the girls already I see, Mr Leyton?' she chortled heartily, stepping briskly back into the room holding a pile of printed essays. I reluctantly but rapidly released my grip on Sally's marvellous chest.

'Mr Leyton was just demonstrating his knowledge of bra sizing,' the curly-haired brunette explained with a grin.

'And what informed conclusion has he come to?'

'32E?' I said, hastily referencing my relatively limited mental archive of busts I had groped.

'Correct!' beamed Sally in admiration. 'Sall-E, like Jo-E. Easy to remember.'

'Yeah, except you're a 32 and I'm a 36, so my bust span is two orders of magnitude bigger than yours,' interjected Joey, who was indeed visibly bustier than her classmate.

'Okay okay,' Sally said petulantly, returning to her desk. 'You've got bigger E-cups than me.'

'Settle down girls,' Coralie raised her voice to quell the subsequently arising hubbub. 'Now, Mr Leyton has kindly agreed to review the essays you wrote about your breasts, and although we don't have time to go through all of them now, I'd like to ask one of you to come up here, take your top and bra off, and read yours to all of us. Any volunteers?'

The girls, all looking at me, shot their right arms in the air.

'So much enthusiasm!' said Coralie, then turned to me. 'We had a guest speaker in to talk about fellatio last week, and someone to talk about handjobs the week before that, and the girls weren't anywhere near as excited as they are about this.'

'That,' Sally piped up sensibly, 'is because we all have amazing boobies, Miss St John. And we know it.'

'Ah, teenage confidence is a wonderful thing!' smiled Coralie, then looked around the room. 'Stephanie, why don't you come up and read us your story?'

A murmur of excitement spread around the classroom as the corkscrew-curled redhead stood, walked to the front of the class, her shapely buttocks wobbling in her loose culottes, and took her printed essay from Miss St John. I sat down in an empty chair at the side of the room. Coralie joined me.

'We do a kind of "show and tell" thing every week,' Coralie leaned over and explained to me. 'We've done legs and bums and vaginas, but not boobs yet.'

Stephanie stood with her essay and looked at Coralie. 'Do you want me to get my boobs out now, Miss St John?'

'If you like, Stephanie,' said Coralie. 'Or you could wait until an appropriate moment during your essay?'

'Well my essay starts when I was a bit younger,' Stephanie said, mulling it over. 'Perhaps I'll wait until I get to the point where I describe the way they look now?'

'Splendid idea Stephanie,' said Coralie. 'Do begin.'

Stephanie cleared her throat, and read aloud:

"My Breasts. By Stephanie Fox, age 18. I first noticed that I was growing breasts when I had difficulty buttoning up my blouse one morning. I assumed I was just getting fat, and decided to exercise more. But as the weeks went by I realised that I wasn't getting fat. My waist and stomach remained slim, but my tops weren't fitting me any more, and my classmates started making jokes about my big tits. I didn't bother with bras at first, because although my chest was swelling visibly every day, it remained very firm, and my nipples were small and smooth and didn't show through my blouse. But P.E. lessons were putting my growing bust under increasing strain, and the bouncing and jiggling was triggering new feelings in my body which felt outside my control. So I went into town and got myself fitted for my first bra. I was shocked to find that I was already a size 32C, and the lady in the shop berated me for having gone so long without the support of a brassiere and that I should count myself lucky that my breasts were so round and firm but also to be aware that if they continued to grow at the same rate they would soon reach a critical mass that would make a bra essential. Over the next twelve months I got through several new bras. That first 32C was very soon spending its time disappearing beneath my swelling breasts, and I graduated straight to a 32D, which likewise, within a month, was failing to contain me adequately. As the pocket money my parents send me didn't suffice for new underwear every few weeks I decided to go back to my preferred state of everyday bralessness until the growth spurt slowed down. Although as the bra fitter had warned, I was now far too large-bosomed for my lack of support to continue to go unnoticed, and I came to greatly appreciate being at an all-girl boarding school where we are encouraged to explore our bodies and sexuality without the unwelcome attentions of shallow men. It was around this point that I discovered my capacity to bring myself to orgasm simply by jiggling my breasts, which is both a blessing and a curse. A simple act like walking down a corridor between classes would send ripples of pleasure all through my body from the painfully sensitive nerve endings in my growing breast as they shook, bounced, and jostled heavily against one another beneath the thin cotton of my school blouse. Showers became (and remain) a sexual experience so intense that I was too shy to continue communal showers after sports practice, for fear that the hot driving rain of water would pound my breasts to a screaming orgasm in front of my friends. Thankfully, I began to sense that, for the time being, my chest's rate of growth had begun to subside, and I took my saved pocket money into the village and got myself fitted for what would turn out to be the 34F bra I am wearing now."

Stephanie, her face an even deeper red than her frizzy shoulder-length hair, set the printed essay on the teacher's desk and, fingers trembling visibly, opened the last few buttons on her half-open Stonemere school uniform blouse. By this point, it goes without saying, my production of pre-cum had reached a point where the stuff was not only steadily making its way down my left leg but pooling with uncomfortable squelchiness in my sock and shoe. I braced myself for the sight of Stephanie's breasts, which I now felt as emotionally attached to as Stephanie herself clearly did.

The chesty sixth-former peeled off her crop-top and stood before the spellbound class in her white balconette bra, a small pink splash of nipple already discernable through the sheer upper panels of either cup. 'Shall I take it off, Miss St John?' she asked. Her pink arms were slightly thickened by puppy-fat, and a cute rounded belly and slight muffintop poked gently out above her trousers.

'Yes Stephanie,' said Coralie patiently. 'Take it off so we can all see your breasts. I'm sure Mr Leyton is extremely curious to see them after hearing so much about them. Isn't that so, Mr Leyton?'




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'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?'



L.C.T.F. Ch. 12



When I got back to the flat it was nearly 6pm and Shelley was due for her second lesson at 7 so I stashed the Stonemere girls' essays which Coralie had given me to mark (minus Stephanie's which had ended up thick with my lascivious man-batter, and in any case had already been heard and awarded an undisputed A+) in a folder on my desk and took a shower. My penis protruded thickly before me, still hungry for the sensation of Stephanie's cockboggling F-cup orbs enveloping it in their unwitting, innocent hold. I thought of how she had told of the pressured shower water massaging her hypersensitive boobs to orgasm, and felt the blast of my own shower do likewise to my erection, the jets stroking me unendingly as though I were plunging into the deepest, wettest cunt in the world. Teetering on the brink of shooting my load upwards I came to my senses, resolved to save myself for Shelley, whose magnificent, pendulous K-cups were in any case more than a match for Stephanie's globular pair.

I dressed in loose clothing and brewed some green tea to settle my nerves. Then the doorbell rang. My cock oozed precum at the very sound, like a salivating Pavlovian dog.

Shelley was as keen and relaxed as ever, her big jugs shrouded in a shapeless sweater the flapped loosely over her svelte hips. Her floppy light brown hair was tied up in a haphazard bun, the kind of effortless style she was able to carry off with such sexy aplomb. She threw her shopping bag onto the chair and, accepting a cup of matcha, joined me at the table.

'All very zen,' she joked, 'I feel like I'm the Karate Kid. You going to teach me how to catch a fly with chopsticks? Or, should I say, how to catch a cock between my tits?'

'The latter, definitely,' I said.

'Ooh, I can't wait to be a tit-ninja,' she said. 'Sneaking up on guys and making them blow their loads into my cleavage! Could I work toward a black belt? A black bra?'

She was getting her martial arts muddled up but there is a time and a place for pop culture pedantry, and a beautiful girl with a supermodel figure and tits the size of watermelons sitting next to you and getting excited about her titfucking potential is not one of them. Besides, the black belt analogy was an interesting idea I hadn't considered. I had these five-week programmes culminating in a final exam, but that was it. Shouldn't I be milking the cash cow's heavy, creamy udders still further?

'Shelley Sinclair, black bra in titfucking,' she mused. 'I like the sound of that. I'll have it on printed letterheads.' Then, adding, hastily: 'As and when I get that good, of course. I know I'm a long way from mastering all the techniques.'

'You'll get there,' I said reassuringly. 'I will teach you all I know, my young apprentice. But the road is a long and bumpy one.'

'I like long journeys,' Shelley said, tilting her head with a nostalgic smile. 'Although bumpy journeys really make my bosoms bounce. I took a three-hour bus journey in Morocco once, I was the only girl amid a bunch of creepy locals. I was wearing a really skimpy white top and no bra, the heat was sweltering, you know? And I was sweating so much my dark nipples were really showing through. And every time the bus hit a pothole, my big tits went flying. Like this.' She slid her chair away from the table and pulled her big sweater over her head, discarding it into the corner. Beneath it she was wearing, lo and behold, a skimpy vest top, from beneath which various portions of bra straps and cups stuck out, not to mention a deep, velvety cleavage between those monster knockers. With a complex but clearly well-practised series of rearrangements she pulled the bra shoulder straps out from under the vest-top straps, then reached behind, unhooked the backband and yanked the whole bra out of her top, letting the fabric snap back onto her unsupported tits and bare nipples. The effect was essentially the same, her jugs still the same delicious shape, sitting only an inch or two lower on her torso, but now in constant unstable wobbling motion. She mimed sitting in the bumpy bus seat and the hopped up to simulate the effect of the pothole, sending her huge teardrop boobs into vast jellying bounces. 'You see? A whole three hours of that. Pass me that glass of water.'

I passed it to her.

She dipped her fingers in it and rubbed the liquid on her bust, repeating the action until the semi-transparent material began to reveal Shelley's brown nipples. 'Now imagine it like this.' She resumed the sporadic bouncing on the kitchen chair, her tits, held loosely in place by the moistened vest, lurching heavily up and down, side to side. 'The only thing that saved me from getting molested was that the guys kept cumming in their pants and losing interest. Girls with tits like these know the signs of when that's happened to a guy. And the smell. That strange bleachy smell of fresh spunk.' She looked down at the tent in my tracksuit bottoms. 'And it looks like it's about to happen now!' she giggled, sticking her tongue cheekily through lisping teeth.

'You're practically titfucking me already and we're not even touching,' I said, awestruck. 'Hell you're not even topless.'

'Titfuck ninja!' saluted Shelley, her chest jostling mirthfully. 'Like last week when you ejaculated all over me the first time you saw these two.'

'I was simply unprepared for how... Oh fuck.'

Shelley slid the straps of her vest off her shoulders and slunk her hands and arms through, turning the garment into a tube-top that only just covered her stiff dark nipples. 'Shall we get that first release out of the way?'

With a brisk shimmy of her bony shoulders, Shelley set her oversized K-cups into a jiggle that soon sent the stretchy cotton fabric down those bulging slopes and into the dark recess beneath her bust. Her tits, now nude and unconstricted, wobbled freely.

The tent in my trousers swelled and throbbed painfully, and I winced and moaned in blissful agony as a wet cum-patch spread and spread, the dark pool of cum covering my lap under my tracksuit, some of it passing through to the surface in viscous bubbles. The orgasm sighed out of me endlessly like a long overdue, bladder-numbing piss.

Shelley shut her eyes inhaled deeply. 'Ah, I know that smell all too well. It follows me around. May I?' She reached forward and tugged the waistband of my jogging bottoms toward her, exposing the gallon of warm milky goo my receding erection now swam in. 'But this is the part I so rarely get to see. So much cum!'

'I'm sorry,' I panted, 'I just... I just can't help it...'

'Men are funny,' she said, eyeing my jizz-covered groin. 'And why does this never happen to my boyfriend?'

Because he's a roaring homosexual, was the only conclusion I could logically draw, but I kept my opinion to myself.

She stood, and I gazed up in dizzy wonder at the swaying jugs that hovered above me, nearly obscuring her face from view. 'For today,' she said, 'I wondered if we could talk lubrication? I tried with my boyfriend during the week and he complained about chafing.'

'Sure,' I said, standing awkwardly. 'Soap is always a good one, and as you can see I need a shower, so... shall we?' I gestured to the bathroom.

'Ooh, bathtime!' Shelley pulled the crumpled vest top up from her stomach, past her beautiful bare breasts (with difficulty, causing all manner of bouncing and wobbling that already set me on course for a renewed erection), and threw it onto the kitchen table, then getting straight to work on her belt and jeans which she unzipped and let fall to the floor. Her legs, though slender, were attractively shaped, and my desire to see her nude pubis which bulged cutely within a small polka dot pair of knickers was soon granted when they, too, found themselves on the floor. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, her pussy lips tucked tastefully away. She turned to head to the bathroom, and as I myself began to undress I admired her surprisingly rotund buttocks, which mirrored her breasts in their wobbly incongruity (albeit half the size) and formed a deep, inviting cleavage of their own.

My shower was, luckily, spacious enough for two, and as I stepped into the bathroom Shelley was already running the warm water. She took the bar of soap and rubbed it vigorously in her hands until suds frothed copiously, then rubbed both soap and suds all over those heavenly knockers until she was practically wearing a soap bikini top.

'First of all,' I said, 'I'll need to clean all this spunk off me.' I joined her, also nude, in the shower.

'Oh let me do that,' said Shelley eagerly, 'I've two big soapy sponges ready and waiting.' Descending into a crouch, she thrust her soapy sponges squarely into my groin and mashed them about, mopping up the vast lake of jism with slippery, jiggly abandon. 'I'd wash you with my hands, but I remember your tits-only rule from last time. I suppose I'm already titfucking you, come to think of it, aren't I?'

'You certainly are, Shelley,' I said, the sensation starting to overwhelm me already. 'Can you feel how hard my cock is getting?'

'Yes indeed I can, Martin,' Shelley said as the water rained down on both of us. 'It's getting bigger and stiffer, and it's making it harder and harder for me to wash up your jizz with my tits. Shall we just move on to the soapy titwank?'

Shelley took the bar of soap and rubbed and squelched it anew in her long hands, applying the sudsy results to her cleavage. 'How shall I...?' she wondered aloud as she contemplated the logistics.

'Just stay right there and don't move,' I said. 'You'd never be able to hold onto them like this. I'll make use of the slippery nature of your cleavage and do the titfucking myself.'

Being a tall girl, Shelley's pendulous knockers hung at a perfect height with their fullest expanse perfectly positioned at cock level. Her soapy cleavage clung tightly together under the mass of her close-set boobs, and required no extra assistance in being held around my cock as I thrust it within. The feeling was spine-tingling. Shelley's slippery tits encased my cock in its entirety, their wobbly consistency massaging it with a perfectly judged rhythm dictated purely by their own inertia, with both our hands down by our sides. The raining water meant Shelley's eyes were closed, but she looked extraordinarily beautiful with her wide, pink-lipped, softly smiling mouth and faint freckles, and her long hair looked so sexy when wet (though,admittedly, what girl's hair doesn't?). I thrust my erection in and out, slowly at first, then picked up the pace when I realised the mass of Shelley's heavy bust was locking my cock securely in place while the soap gave her skin a perfectly-lubricated slickness that allowed me to pass in and out with the gentlest of friction that had the added benefit of keeping me from experiencing the full titfuck sensation, enabling me to fuck for much longer than I would otherwise have been capable of doing.

'Should I squeeze my breasts together with my hands?' she inquired.

'Christ no,' I urged, my cock sliding loosely through her lathered cleavage, 'This is about all I can handle.'

I made a mental note to discuss my dosage with Alex. The supplements were boosting my recovery speed and ejaculatory volume, that much was certain, but it used to just be Alex's own tits that would make me pump my load upon mere sight: now it was happening all the time. Or was it simply because these girls' breasts were just too impossibly beautiful? I'd never been presented with such a wide-ranging array of young women who were as perfectly bosomy as they were hungry for titfucking advice, so perhaps my body was adjusting in order to cope? My balls had gone into sperm-producing overdrive purely to meet the regular demand. They felt different now, constantly bloated, oversaturated, the sluggish heavy feeling between my legs making me drowsily cum-drunk around the clock.

'It's so hot,' moaned Shelley interrupting my testicular train of thought.

'We can adjust the water,' I suggested, still fucking the slim K-cup beauty's soapy, loosely swaying jugs as tentatively as I could, teetering on the very brink of orgasm as I was.

'No I mean hot as in horny,' she said, her voice dropping to a more serious commanding register. 'I've never done anything as erotic as this with my partner. I mean, I'm literally giving a soapy titwank. It's classic porno stuff!'

'Oh,' I said, willing myself not to cum. 'Well, this is really just meant to be a lesson, not a romantic encounter. I do try to preserve some academic distance between myself and my pupils. But if it's providing inspiration for your own sex life, then that's great. In fact, it's the whole point.'

'But you make my tits feel so gooood,' she drawled. 'I can't take this any more, I have to see you cum, I'm sorry.' Continuing to mutter disingenuous apologies, she grabbed her outrageous lathered tits in her slender hands, hefted them upwards and brought them crashing into one another with my uncontrollably twitching cock trapped in between. The effect was the same as if she'd used them to squash a brand new tube of toothpaste, as she was rewarded with a near-continuous rope of thick white gel that erupted from her cleavage and disappeared up into the hot steam and eventually sailed back down onto her, mingled with the shower water.

'Yes! Yes! Oh my fucking god I LOVE to see you cum,' she declared as I continued to unload my seed vertically into her face from between her heavenly jugs. She released them and sloshed them wildly around my helpless member, thumping and cajoling it into a renewed, subsiding series of involuntary ejaculations.

Weak and lightheaded, I stumbled backwards out of the shower cubicle and opened the bathroom door, gasping for fresh air from the hallway. I heard Shelley patter toward me on wet bare feet, and felt her ginormous spongy bosom squelch into my arm.

'Martin are you okay!' she cried out with concern. 'I'm so sorry I shouldn't have made you orgasm so hard and so fast, it was a silly selfish thing to do.'

'I'm fine, I'm fine,' I replied with a weak smile as the blood gradually returned to my head. 'Just need to catch my breath.'

'Guess I don't know the power of my own jugs,' she thought aloud.

We dried off and returned to the living room, neither of us bothering to dress. The next part of the lesson was spent exploring the limits of Shelley's capacity to prevent ejaculation in me so she would know where to stop short if she sensed that her preturnatural titfucking prowess was unintentionally propelling the sexual proceedings. We established that she couldn't shimmy her tits for longer than forty-seven seconds before I was already on the edge of orgasm, that titslapping my cock could not exceed twelve seconds, and that tightly devouring me in her squeezed-together cleavage had a lifespan of between two and four seconds. I lasted three minutes of listening to her chat about her tits before I was already throbbing pre-cum down my shaft, and barely even managed seven and a half minutes of looking at her while she sat perfectly still wearing her tight braless vest-top.

We agreed that the best way to proceed would be for me to cum as many times and as powerfully as possible Friday daytimes before the lesson so I was spent enough to withstand the potent ejaculatory influence of Shelley's nude bust. Given that I now had what seemed to be an open invitation to attend Miss St John's sex-education club at Stonemere Park, this seemed a more than feasible proposition.

I offered to waive the fee for the evening's lesson as my poor stamina had, I argued, rendered it something of a write-off, but Shelley insisted on paying me the full £70. 'I learnt more this evening than you think,' she said by way of enigmatic explanation, and ran, tits flouncing, to get the bus back to town.

Beer in hand, I spent the rest of the evening clearing the LCTF inbox and remembered that I need to sort out the website and marketing. I called Penny and, after a brief and dull conversation agreed that I'd go to visit her on Saturday..

'Oh Hello,' she droned blandly as she saw me in her doorway the next morning. 'Come in.'

She lived in a bustling houseshare and led me up four flights of stairs to her small room at the top, where amenities like bed and storage took second place to her array of computing equipment and gadgetry. Penny was one serious nerd. Posters for games, films, and science fiction television shows I had never heard of scaled the walls. What little floor space left over was dominated by a collapsible plastic clothes horse festooned with enormous bras and tiny underpants.

'Sorry,' she intoned, 'I've been washing all my underwear. It's why I'm not wearing a bra.'

'I honestly wouldn't have noticed,' I said, taking the licence to ogle her marvellous firm bust which hung at mid-torso, straining a Doctor Who T-shirt to its limits, the Tardis absurdly distorted. 'It really is bigger on the inside,' I jested.

'What?'

'The Tardis.'

'I don't understand.'

'The Tardis is bigger inside than out.'

'And?'

'Your chest is much bigger than that T-shirt, I was just... I was just trying to make a joke.' This was hard work.

'Oh, I see, very funny,' she said mirthlessly, then rearranged furniture to position a couple of small chairs in front of her computer terminal so she could demonstrate what she'd done.

In fact she'd done a terrific job, she obviously wasn't just a fantastic pair of tits. There was a whole application system, appointment booking facilities, and even the potential for online learning, although I hastened to point out that I would like to keep the emphasis on the practical as opposed to the theoretical. I explained that Emma and I had already made plans for a promotional film to embed in the site, but all that remained were graphics, images.

'You really should have pictures of breasts,' she said.

'I don't have any,' I shrugged. 'And although the internet is full of them... I imagine... we can't just take them and use them.'

'So take some yourself,' said Penny blankly.

'I'll have to look into hiring a model, I guess.'

'I've a decent camera,' she said. 'Take some pictures of mine. Assuming they're OK for this kind of thing?'

'Remind me?' I said.

Penny stood and lifted her T-shirt. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and my groggy penis stirred, making its presence known in my jeans. What she lacked in facial good looks, this young woman more than made up for in the breast department. They were beautifully sculpted and in size and density resembled grapefruit, if grapefruit had delicious thick nipples.

'Yes, they'll be just right,' I nodded studiously.

Penny (not bothering to cover herself up) reached up onto a shelf, took her camera, a chunky, heavy digital SLR, handed it to me, and yanked the geeky T-shirt off in its entirety, standing before me topless. 'Are you sure my nipples aren't too big?'

'God no,' I said. 'Why would you think that?'

'My last boyfriend thought so.'

Who *were* these boorish philistine men who lacked appreciation for the gifts that Mother Nature has bestowed upon us purely to indulge our sexual cravings? Penny wasn't pretty,had almost no personality, and most unfortunately of all liked watching Doctor Who, but she was sharply intelligent and had a body to die for. She was a nerd's dream. What greater vindication than the girl no-one paid attention to at school turning out to have the finest tits imaginable?

I fiddled with the camera's settings and started snapping away. Penny's poses were as lacklustre as her general demeanour, but the more I looked at them the more iconic her breasts started to look to me. They were in many ways everything a classically great pair of tits should be, balancing maturity with youthful vitality, the cares of the world defiantly cast aside. In fact the best shots were the ones that weren't posed at all, her boobs spoke for themselves without need for the frivolous trappings of fancy lighting, or creative posing or framing.




L.C.T.F. Ch. 12



Loading the resulting hundred or so pictures into her PC we agreed that the best pictures were the plainest ones which showed off the natural perfection of Penny's bust with honesty and clarity. They also helped to steer the website away from the kind of pornographic lasciviousness that could very easily have taken over, and gave a reassuringly sterile, medical sheen to the proceedings. After all, what we were promoting wasn't sex, it was self-improvement.

I paid Penny in cash, chucking in an extra hundred quid for her modelling services, and headed home. The website was now online, and the marketing could begin.

Going through the LCTF inbox my attention was drawn instantly to an email from one Deborah Stratton, one of the sales reps at my day job, who rivalled Rebekah for biggest tits in the office. The busty I.T. minx had only gone and brought in the goods! That was one free finders-fee lesson I was more than happy to shout her. Tuesday's final evaluation session would be on me.

Reading the e-mail it became apparent that Rebekah had simply given Deborah the contact details without necessarily explaining that the titfucking tutor was, in fact, one of her colleagues. That said, we weren't immediate colleagues. I knew who she was, heck with a rack like hers who could blame me, but aside from some internal meetings we'd attended together there wasn't necessarily any reason for her to know who I was. After all, I was hardly Brad Pitt, and at work I was just another back-office administrator. The e-mail expressed an interest in knowing more, and so I replied with a link to the new online version of the application form. Titfucking was entering the digital age.

I sat up in bed until late and read the Stonemere girls' breast essays, my hard cock aching for release all over the exuberant teenage bounties described in such loving detail within. When I felt on the verge of helpless hands-free orgasm, I decided to stop, and left the remaining half-dozen compositions for the next couple of evenings. It was tempting to sneak a peek, especially at Joey's, but I wanted to appreciate them all fully.

On Sunday morning, Emma called.

'It feels strange not spending Sunday afternoons with you. Are you busy? Can I come round?'

Of course I was overjoyed, and invited her over for lunch and a chat about the LCTF marketing. She was impressed with the website.

'And whose bosoms are those in the picture? They're fantastic.'

'Penny, the webmaster's,' I said.

'Shouldn't that be webmistress?' Emma giggled. 'Ooh, sounds a bit kinky!'

'She's anything but kinky,' I said, recalling Penny's draining dullness. 'And while her breasts are indeed remarkable, they're not a patch on yours.'

'Oh Martin,' blushed Emma, 'You're so sweet.' She gave me a soft peck on the cheek, her (evidently braless) chest smooshed into my arm and my cock, already at half mast in her mere presence, twanged to full attention in my jeans.

'So,' she said, standing and reaching for her bag, her big chest wobbling within an airy floral blouse. 'I drafted a casting description for our promotional film, slim-waisted models with large busts, ideally redheads, as you requested.' She handed me a printed sheet of A4. 'I made it clear that the role would require topless nudity.'

I read it over, excited not only that the absurd prospect of making a titfuck infomercial was becoming a reality, but that my busty friend was as keen as I was to make it so. I couldn't have written a better description myself. 'This almost reads like a description of you, Emma,' I noted.

'You think?' Emma peered over my shoulder at what I'd written, her dangling jugs thumped into my back. 'Plenty of girls like that.'

"Mid to late twenties, dress size 12 and under, cup size E and above, attractive white caucasian redhead. Must be comfortable with topless nudity." I read aloud. 'It's practically an autobiography, Em. Are you sure you don't want to do this yourself?'

'And have everyone on the internet see my bare boobies jiggling about?' Emma blushed a deeply feminine shade of pink, shocked at the very suggestion. 'I'm comfortable getting my bosoms out for you, heck you've ejaculated onto them often enough, but a public infomercial? I'd never live it down. Besides,' she said with a crafty smile, 'wouldn't it be fun for us to audition for an actress to play me? Just think of all those busty girls taking off their bras for you, desperately trying to prove how good they are at jiggling their big shapely boobs...'

She had a point.

Later, after Emma has gone home and I was fixing myself some dinner, Alex phoned.

'I'm making one of the recipes you sent me,' I informed her proudly.

'That's wonderful to hear,' she purred. 'You must have cum pumping through your veins by now.'

'I am half man, half testicle thanks to your dietary guidance,' I said. 'Anyway, how may I be of assistance?'

'Well, I don't want to let my comparative breast/ejaculation study fall by the wayside, and wondered if you had any tuition coming up where I could sit in as an observer again?'

I promised her I'd request permission from Helen and Alice, who were scheduled for Monday and Wednesday respectively. 'And you should see Rebekah too, but it's her final exam on Tuesday so perhaps that should just be between me and her. But I could ask her if she'd mind coming along with me to your surgery on Thursday evening? Assuming we're still on for that?'

'Absolutely,' said Alex. 'I need to see how your cum levels are being affected by the meals I've prescribed.'

'Good,' I said, giving the stir fry in the wok a shake. 'I'm enjoying my regular opportunity to shoot my load over your tits again after all these years.'

'You can't say things like that,' Alex scolded in frustration. 'This is purely about nutritional science, not about fun.'

'Well you certainly seemed to enjoy having your cleavage fucked last week,' I teased.

'That didn't happen,' she said, her voice grave and hushed.

'Ah yes, like the titwank you gave me in your apartment last month.'

'Exactly,' she said.

'Fair enough,' I smiled. 'Hope to see you round here tomorrow. I'll let you know what Helen says.'

I heard a male voice in the background down the line, and Alex hurriedly excused herself and hung up. Her boyfriend round to see her, presumably.

The next morning at work I received a text from Nina Bridges asking if I had time to pop by the boutique, and so I skived off on a long lunch break and headed into town around midday.

'Martin, so glad you could make it.' Nina, alone in the shop, was in her trademark low-cut black knee-length dress and jacket. Her cleavage was the best advertisement for push-up bras imaginable. She hung a "closed for lunch" sign in the shop's main entrance and locked it. 'Would you join me in the stockroom? I have something I'd like to show you.'

Intrigued, I followed her through the doorway in the corner into a room piled high with flat cardboard boxes in various girly colours on shelves. Strapped onto a large-busted shop window dummy torso on a table was an unusual open-fronted bra with the cups on the sides. It reminded me of the plunge bra Rebekah had worn in her lesson a few weeks back, but with a great deal more flesh (or in this case plastic) on display.

Nina gestured to it and studied my reaction, peering over the top of her thick-rimmed spectacles. 'This is the prototype of my latest lingerie innovation,' she said. 'Inspired by our little chat. It's a purpose-designed titfuck bra.'

'A titfuck bra?' I echoed.

'Correct. It's a bra to aid titfucking either as a kind of stabilizer for beginners, or as a bedroom accessory for the more advanced practitioner. It holds the breasts tightly together while still leaving room for the male member to penetrate the resulting cleavage from any angle, and in any position. The tightness of the cups' hold on the bosom can be adjusted by means of this drawstring on the side, so it can either be used for a vice-like grip on the gentleman's erection, or a bouncier sort of arrangement. What do you think?'

'Ingenious,' I said, stepping forward for a closer look. 'You're a clever lady.'

'I'd like to market them to your customers, and l can market your lessons to mine in return. Interested?'

'Very much so,' I said. 'Have you tested it?'

Nina grimaced a little. 'That's the catch, no I haven't. I'm the eternal singleton, married to my work. I've tested it on dildos and what-have-you, but it's not been given its maiden voyage on a real cock.'

'I couldn't possibly commit fully until I'd tested it myself,' I said. 'May I take one or two with me and try them out on my students?'

'Certainly,' said Nina, then, anxiously and a little too hastily, 'I'm wearing one now. Under my dress. If you'd like to see?'

'Uh, yes, if you don't mind?'

'I insist!' She shrugged off her jacket.

To my surprise the black dress underneath was entirely strapless, all that covered her creamy shoulders were the straps of the titfuck bra. 'Impressive uplift,' I noted, nodding at her proud, elevated bust and sweeping exposed cleavage.

'Admittedly that's partly the bra and partly me,' she confessed apologetically. 'The girls do tend to perk upwards.' And, with that, she rolled the black dress down to her waist, revealing the titfuck bra in action. The shallow cups really acted like a pair of hands holding her ample breasts together, an open goal for a horny erection. Her juicy, deep pink areolae were half-exposed, and the sight was rapidly making me lose whatever vestige of self-control I these days still possessed. She let me drink in the sight for a few moments, then asked, 'Would you like to try it out?'

'I don't think it would look as good on me,' I said.

'No, I mean would you like me to titwank your cock to orgasm with my breasts held in place like this by the bra?'

'Yes please,' I said pathetically, and unbuckled my belt.

'Oh what a relief, I was so worried you'd say no, and that would have been too embarrassing for words!' she laughed with mild hysteria. Her hand moved to the patent-pending adjuster cord on the side of the body band. 'Do you prefer your titfucks firm or jiggly?'

'Jiggly,' I said with certainty, opening my suit trousers and pulling down my boxer briefs, letting my growing cock sway into view.

'So do I!' Nina beamed. 'On the rare occasion I get to administer one, that is.' She dropped enthusiastically to her knees and shuffled toward me, aiming her foot-long vertical chasm of cleavage at my stiffening, tiny-by-comparison, erection. Having adjusted the bra's setting, she gave her shoulders an experimental shimmy. The exposed majority of tit billowed ponderously, her left nipple escaping in its entirety.

The sight of this was all my cock needed to reach its fully erect state, and I plunged it gratefully into the bottomless depths of Nina's cleavage as her breasts continued their jostling trajectory within the elastic grip of her ingenious new invention. Both of us let out moans of relief. This was something we clearly had both, consciously or unconsciously, had been craving since we'd first met. I thrust my hips steadily in and out of the jellying cleft between Nina's dense, meaty tits not knowing whether to laugh or cry with pleasure.

'What do you think?' Nina moaned, running her free hands impetuously through her sleek, dark ginger bobbed hair.

'It's incredible,' I gasped, relishing the sensation of my balls colliding with the busty businesswoman's nipples. 'We'll make a fortune together.'

'Let's try a different position,' she said with eagerness. 'I'll lie on my back and you straddle me.'

'Great idea,' I said as my cock, seconds away from blasting Nina's ingeniously hoiked-up bosom with the day's palpably substantial build-up of seed. In fact, the thought struck me that I hadn't cum since Shelley's lesson on Friday evening, despite having spent time over the course of the weekend in the busty company of both Penny and Emma, so Nina was going to be on the receiving end of a three-day backlog of spunk.

Nina lay down on the stock-room floor. The titfuck bra held her mammoth jugs vertiginously aloft, swaying twin towers for me to fly my jumbo jet into. 'What do you think?'

'Magnificent,' I said in awe.

'The bra or my big jugs?' she said.

'The bra is very clever, don't get me wrong, but it's your tits I want to cum between,' I admitted. 'They're beautiful.'

'Then let's see how much you can ejaculate between them. The proof, as they say, is in the pudding.' She put a saucy emphasis on the word "pudding".

I dropped my suit trousers to the floor,kicked them aside, flung my jacket on top of them straddled Nina's stomach and drove my eager boner into her waiting cleavage swiftly and forcefully. She yelped the way Rebekah had done when I'd titfucked her to climax, and I recalled that Nina had mentioned a similar gift for breast-induced orgasms. Every thrust of my veiny member between her jellying jugs seemed to fuck her closer to the ecstasy she had clearly been awaiting for so long.

'Oh god yes fuck them Martin,' she moaned, 'Fuck these big titties till we both cum!'

I continued to do so, rocking my pelvis back and forth, giving Nina's mountainous mammaries the seeing-to they deserved. Her scarlet nipples had completely escaped the sidecups and were boggling around wildly on the snowy summits, like raspberries atop two plates of wildly wobbling blancmange. 'I can't hold off much longer,' I warned, feeling the orgasm tingle and surge in my tightening nuts. 'I'm going to shoot like crazy.'

'No!' she barked. 'Keep going, I'm so close!'

I kept pumping away, trying to mentally stem the force of the orgasm that loomed within me until, thankfully, Nina's boobgasm struck her like a bolt of lightning. Her body convulsed sharply, sending a forceful shake through her vertical tit-mountain, sending it careening around my dick in a way that felt so heavenly I became completely overwhelmed by desire and let the jism rocket rope after rope beyond the curvaceous redhead's wailing face and decorating the stock-room floor above her head.

Nina, still in the throes of titgasm, frantically yanked the cord on the side of the bra, send the cups flailing outward and her jugs wobbling toward her armpits. But the sheer mass of dense, firm boobmeat meant that her bust ironically stayed pretty much where it was, with still plenty of naturally-occurring cleavage for me to plough through as the last gasps of spunk arranged themselves loosely over her spectacles and lips. She peered down at her nude bust. 'Where did all the cum go?' she demanded.

'It's...' I looked around. 'It's mostly behind your head. On the floor.'

'I wanted it all on my tits!' she pouted petulantly through plump pink cum-coated lips. Pushing me aside, she turned over, spotted the puddles of white gloop on the dusty floor and scrambled on all fours toward them. She let her huge hanging tits dip into the cum and shook them around, mopping it all up, groaning and shuddering with post-boobgasmic pleasure as her slippery nipples swept the slimy ground. Nina stood, her liberated tits massive, beauteous, hanging with pleasing maturity but still swollen with the exuberance of youth, and now streaked with dusty jizz. I gaped in awe. She rubbed her fingers tenderly over her raw, blushing nipples, massaging the grimy spunk into them. 'Oh fuck,' she murmured, eyes closed, thighs grinding. 'Fuck, I needed that. And so did you, clearly.' She slumped down onto a small footstool, her nude knockers rebounding ponderously.

I apologised profusely for not getting any cum directly on her breasts, and she made me promise to titfuck her again soon to make up for it, to which I readily agreed. I didn't want to put a potentially lucrative business partnership at risk. But I was now well over my lunch hour so I dressed in a hurry, excused myself, and made my way back to the office where, luckily, my prolonged absence had gone unnoticed.

My mobile rang. It was Helen.

'I got your message,' she said, 'and I suppose it's OK if your friend wants to study my breasts.'

'Excellent, thank-you so much, Alex will be delighted.'

I told Alex the news, and later on we were both sitting in my flat waiting for Helen to arrive.

'I'm intrigued about this one,' she said, taking a pair of compasses and a protractor from her bag. 'I can't imagine breasts as small as a double-D making for a very effective titfuck, but I suppose I could be wrong.'

'It's not all about size,' I said. 'There are all sorts of different factors. The shape, the nipples, the texture.'

'That's what I'm hoping to document statistically,' Alex said.

'In fact,' I continued, 'Helen's are like miniature versions of yours, so I think they'll make for a particularly interesting control study.'

The doorbell rang, and I let Helen into the apartment and made the introductions.

'So, what's all this about?' asked Helen with a nervous smile, opening her coat to reveal her pert bust clothed in a tight grey cardigan. I caught Alex eyeing her breasts with interest.

'Well,' Alex said, 'I've been providing Martin with all sorts of dietary and nutritional support to aid his, you know, productivity -' she saw Helen's look of bewilderment '- I'm giving him supplements to help him cum more. And I've been measuring the cum levels weekly by exposing my breasts to him, but I need to measure the effect that other breasts have on his ejaculations so I can make it a scientifically sound study.'

'You make him cum just by showing him your breasts?' Helen said in quiet disbelief. 'They must be quite something.'

Alex gave a haughty smile of pride. 'Well, I'll put it this way. I'm not wearing a bra right now.'

Helen's jaw dropped. Alex was wearing a tight green V-neck sweater over a white blouse with the top few buttons undone revealing an expanse of cleavage which to the untrained eye would appear to have been the result of a hard-working push-up bra. I knew better than to be surprised, but Helen was clearly having difficulty taking this on board. 'But surely that can't be... possible.'

With a triumphant smirk, Alex walked in front of Helen and, with her back to me, lifted sweater and blouse to flash her unbridled, miraculous chest at the timid bespectacled librarian, who took a step or two backwards in shock, steadying herself against the bookcase. I nearly creamed my jeans at the very thought of those big perfect naked jugs being unleashed in the same room, even if they were currently concealed from my view. 'See?' said Alex, covering herself back up again. 'I'm not letting Martin see them now, as I don't want him jizzing himself dry when he's about to give you your lesson. Anyway, as I was saying, I'm trying to classify all his students' bosoms so I can eliminate their particular characteristics with respect to my own.'

'I can't imagine many of them have bosoms like yours!' Helen was still visibly shell-shocked. 'Would you like to get your analysis of mine out of the way now?'

'Yes please,' said Alex, 'If you would be so kind as to strip to the waist.'

While Alex busied herself with paper and pen and scientific apparatus, Helen set about unbuttoning her grey cardigan. With everything that had happened in the week since her last visit to my apartment I had forgotten how cock-hardeningly firm and shapesome they were, and I tried to conceal my randy excitement at laying eyes on them once again in all their innocent magnificence.

Her blouse came off, and once more her breasts lay securely strapped into a conical, virginal white brassiere. If it weren't for the fact that I knew from experience that the bra's shape and fit were in fact suppressing rather than enhancing the pert double-D gifts nature had bestowed upon Helen, I would have still been in the dark as the bra left no portion of breast bared.




L.C.T.F. Ch. 12



Helen unsnapped the bra and her chest, still covered but now unfettered, rebounded upward with a quivering shudder. Even Alex gave pause for the briefest moment of admiration for this promising clue as to what lay ahead. When the bra came off I hardened conspicuously, a tent erecting itself within my linen trousers at the sight of those smooth, rounded cones of uptilted titflesh with their pale pink shiny areolae and soft blushing nipples. 'What do you think?' Helen asked Alex, adding her neatly folded bra to the small pile of clothes on the chair.

'I think you should be very proud of your breasts, Helen,' said Alex. 'Martin told me that they were like miniature versions of my own, and I must say I am inclined to agree!'

'You said that, Martin?' said Helen. 'I don't know what to say, other than that I'm exceedingly flattered that you think so.'

'Absolutely,' I replied. 'Not that I would describe your breasts as miniature, though, a 32 double-D is an ample bra size indeed.'

'More than enough to wrap around a big stiff cock,' beamed Alex as she set to work measuring the size, shape, and volume of Helen's beautiful bare bust.

Helen shivered at the touch of the cold metal tools being applied to her naked skin. 'The wrapping-around is the difficult part,' she confessed. 'The way my breasts point upward and outward, combined with how firm they are actually makes it quite difficult for me to form a deep enough cleavage for Martin to insert his erection in its entirety, so we've been exploring alternatives.'

'I can't wait to see!' said Alex, writing up her notes and taking a couple of photographs of the topless librarian.

We started the lesson, Helen beginning by telling a very arousing tale of a time she had lost her bikini top in the sea whilst holidaying alone in the south of France and had returned to the beach to find her clothes and towel stolen, leaving her to return to her hotel topless. What had clearly been a distressing situation for the sexually shy young woman was now paying dividends, and it was rewarding to see the mounting delight in her prim, serious face as every new detail of her inopportune display of public nudity added throbbing length, girth, and rigidity to my now-naked cock. It had taken a while, but these lessons were really starting to perform the desired function of getting Helen out of her shell and thawing her sexual frigidity. In reframing a tale of crippling humiliation as a cockteasing anecdote, she was bringing much-needed closure to an episode from her past which clearly had cast a long shadow over her sexual confidence. I sensed she harboured many more such experiences, and could wait to get them out of her. For her own sake, of course.

My organ now primed with lust, we moved on to some basic titfucking positions to warm up. Helen's unusually solid breasts pummelled and crushed my cock, the mild pain inflicted serving as a useful antidote to the pleasure, and it wasn't until the third position of the evening (Helen on her back with me dragging my balls back and forth across her upward-pointing nipples) that my cock finally erupted and Alex could study the effects.

'At last!' said Helen, sitting up. 'I thought I was doing something wrong!'

'On the contrary,' I said, handing her a box of Kleenex. 'Drawing things out for that long is an important skill. If I'd cum straight away, on our first titfuck of the lesson, it would have been a far less pleasurable release for me than I in fact achieved. You kept me erect for twenty minutes, allowing me to admire your beautiful breasts and get progressively more aroused the whole time.'

'I suppose it also helps that I'm not giving you a fully immersive titfuck,' sighed Helen. 'What with my breasts being so firm they won't squeeze together enough to form a properly deep cleavage.'

'That's why I'm going to suggest you speak to Nina at the Storm in a D-Cup lingerie boutique. She's developed a bespoke titfucking bra, which is kind of a very tight-fitting, open-fronted plunge bra that might help you achieve the necessary depth of cleavage. Say I sent you and she'll give you a generous discount.'

Alex looked interested. 'I might go and get one for myself,' she said.

'I think I'd have a heart-attack if you did,' I said, not joking. 'You're cleavage already serves that purpose without the need for specialist underwear.'

Helen spoke up. 'In that case, would you mind both demonstrating what a full cleavage-depth titfuck procedure is? So I know what I'm working towards? I know you showed me with Emma, but I just wasn't ready then. I think I can take it now.'

'Yes certainly,' said Alex, standing, her heavy sweater-puppies jouncing readily. 'Assuming you don't have any objections, Martin?' Something about the greedy look in her eye told me that she was as keen as I was to seize the opportunity for a coldly unsentimental, purely libidinous no-strings titfuck. It would be the first time we'd ever done it with an audience. Whilst in a relationship this would have been unthinkable, but we'd split up years before and so there no emotions involved, unless sheer carnal lust counts as an emotion. Alex was in a relationship of sorts with some guy, but, like me, she was starting to find ways to professionally justify her renewed obsession with titfucking.

'Fine by me,' I said. Helen looked pleased.

'Sit down,' Alex said. I slumped back onto the sofa, my lolling cock recovering and slapping groggily from one thigh to the other. She peeled off her sweater. My dick sprang to attention at the sight of her breasts straining her blouse, the outline of her swelling nipples obscenely evident. She began to unbutton. 'Let's get that first cumblast out the way, shall we?' she said, and with the supreme confidence of the owner of a world-class pair of tits, opened her blouse and treated me to a shimmy.

'Christ!' I swore as my balls tightened and my cock launched the equivalent of two or three nutloads skywards in a single, continuous, painful fountain that scribbled in the air before landing, ridiculously, on my own head, face, and T-shirted chest.

Helen's hands went to her face, her elbows compressing a dimple of cleavage between her hard jugs. 'Oh goodness!' she exclaimed. 'You weren't joking!'

'I have to clear his pipes first, so he can last longer,' Alex said, taking over the teaching duties as she approached me, outstretched bust swaying heavily before her. 'As a tip, if blokes cum hands free they usually still stay hard afterwards. Providing there's sufficient visual stimulation, which thankfully both of us are in a beautifully busty position to provide!'

My member was indeed still throbbingly hard, and it was only because I had sudden and spontaneous mass-ejaculation that I didn't explode between Alex's tits when she dropped to her knees and let them descend either side the aching, dry-spasming length of it, landing with a dull thud on my tender testicles and thighs. Looking down, I realised for the first time that Alex's breasts were actually the same width as my thighs, which made for a pleasing visual symmetry.

'Tell Helen what it feels like,' said Alex as, hands by her side, she started to rock up and down, bouncing her heavenly jugs up and down my sore, purple-headed erection.

I looked down as my cockhead appeared and disappeared between the jouncing jugmeat. 'It feels like penetrative intercourse, but... but better,' I managed to say, dumbstruck by the incredible sensation.

'Exactly,' grinned Alex mischievously, 'My deep cleavage is like the silkiest, tightest cunt in the world. Which, by the way, is how I like to think of it for my own personal satisfaction, too.' Her body shuddered slightly at the thought, sending a secondary, lateral pattern of movement into her tits, massaging me prolifically and efficiently to a point where I could feel myself frighteningly close to cumming again already.

Helen's brow furrowed. 'You mean to say you imagine Martin's penis actually entering your... your vagina?' Her hand moved unconciously to her own pantie-clad pubic mound, swelling gently between pale, shapely thighs.

'It's gone beyond imagination for me,' said Alex zestily as she continued to molest my straining cock with her ample bust. 'I can't really tell the difference any more. My boyfriend only ever wants to fuck my pussy or my mouth, but I tell you the best way to cum is like this... oh God I feel it starting.'

Alex's nipples darkened and stiffened quite noticeably as goosebumps coursed over her body. Her throat and chest blushed pink.

'You're... you're really going to cum?' gasped Helen. She took a step closer towards us.

'Oh fuck yes,' groaned Alex. 'It started with me just pretending, in order to turn Martin on, but then it turned into a bit of an addiction, and now... now it's pretty much the only way I can get to a real orgasm.'

'Could I learn?' urged Helen, now rapt, scrutinising the spectacular titfuck under way before her.

Alex grabbed her tits and ran her fingertips over her nipples as she squeezed my cock roughly within her delicious cleavage. 'Do you ever play with your nipples, Helen?'

'Erm...'

'Now is not the time to be shy!' cried Alex. 'We're all half-naked and there's a fucking cock about to spunk between my tits!'

'Yes, yes!' stammered Helen. 'I rub my nipples with my spare hand while I touch myself in bed at night.'

'Does it feel good?' groaned Alex, rubbing her own with the palms of her hands. 'Better than when you just touch your clit?'

'It feels ten times better,' yearned Helen.

'Next time you do it, don't bother with your pussy, just squeeze your tits together and rub both nipples at the same time, and imagine a big hard cock pumping away between them, and see how close to an actual orgasm you can get,' Alex suggested between sharp yelps of pleasure as her own orgasm loomed.

Helen, as though possessed, grabbed her bare tits and rammed them together as far as they'd go, sending her fingertips into sensuous motion around her pale nipples, desperately attempting to summon a boob-climax. 'I'm so turned on,' she agonised.

'Good girl!' said Alex. 'And don't worry if you don't get there all by yourself, I'm sure Martin will be happy to help things along for you.'

'Oh yes please,' groaned Helen and stepped closer still to where we were engaged in titsex, until her crotch was just before my eyes. Reluctantly, she temporarily released one of her firm, broad, conical tits, and grabbed her pink knickers, wriggling them down over her shapely hips until an unkempt tousle of dark pubic hair came into view. As her knickers fell to the carpet she hastily placed her hand back on her needy tit. 'Touch it,' she begged me, 'Please.'

Alex's eyes gleamed lustfully as she watched my hand extend toward Helen's bush and I placed a finger delicately on the warm, wet folds beneath.

The pert librarian let out a gasp. I was barely touching her really, just ever so delicately giving her the push she needed toward a partial breast orgasm. Meanwhile Alex's own full boobgasm was clearly moments away, and I was feeling the spunk boiling afresh in my aching nuts. There we were, Alex's tits around my cock, my finger on Helen's button, and Helen titwanking herself.

Helen's orgasm, clearly long overdue, hit first. Her thighs squirmed together around my hand, locking it firmly in place, and I felt a river of pussy juice flow into my palm. She cried in delight, still clutching her tits.

This set Alex off, who, with a ferocious shake of her mammoth jugs and her wavy mane of ash-blonde hair, gave a debilitated wail of pleasure as she cock-slapped herself through the progressively ecstatic phases of a body-shattering titgasm.

And it goes without saying that I came, by no means as spectacularly as I might have done given how hard I'd cum previously in the day and evening, but Alex's tits still got the spunky coating they so thoroughly deserved.

The girls slumped onto the sofa either side of me, and we sat there, panting, the pairs of jugs beside me flushed and heaving, for a good ten minutes. Eventually Helen, delirious, went to the shower.

Alex turned her head and looked at me. 'I can see why you like this,' she grinned.



L.C.T.F. Ch. 13



'What do I need to prepare for later?'

I looked up from the coffee machine: Rebekah was next to me. As were several fellow employees on their break. Rebekah's imperious tits were straining at a pale blue blouse, the lace of her beleaguered brassiere clearly visible through the thin cotton. 'Ummm...'

'For the purchasing meeting, I mean,' she continued. There was a mischievous glint in her eye. She was teasing me: her final exam was that evening, as we both well knew.

'Of course,' I said, regaining my composure. 'We'll need the report on the additional server space requirements.'

Rebekah nodded. 'Ah yes, we'll need to see if the rack is big enough.'

'What do you think?' I asked.

'It's certainly sizable,' she said. 'Though with constantly expanding hardware we need to make sure it's fully supported.'

I glanced down at her jutting chest. 'I think if we get more hands-on we can probably do without the support entirely.'

'Perhaps it would be best if you came to inspect the rack now,' Rebekah said.

'I agree.'

I followed her to the lifts and we waited patiently. DING! We entered. Rebekah snapped open the top button of her blouse and looked up at me through thick mascara as the lift descended to the basement. 'I can't wait until later,' she said.

'Rebekah, I need to save myself.' I gazed greedily at the couple of inches of cleavage that had come into view. 'You can't make me cum now, I need to be fully-charged for the examination to be fair...'

'Not you,' she scolded, 'Me! I need a boobgasm.'

The lift doors open and we stepped into the server room. We were alone. Rebekah grabbed my hand and took me down past the cabinets to a secluded corner.

'Men have been staring at my big tits all day and it's been driving me crazy,' she said. 'I just want to tear this blouse open and watch them cum in their pants. Look at them, Martin. Perv them all you like.' She arched her back, causing a second button to pop open of its own volition. 'What do these big tits make you think of?'

'Titfucking,' I gasped, surveying the mountainous peaks before me with.

'Gosh what a coincidence, me too,' Rebekah said, her eyes widening. 'When I look down at this deep cleavage, all I can think of is how beautiful a swollen twitching cockhead would look emerging from it.' Another button popped open. There were now a good six or seven inches of tight cleavage on show, as well as lacy edges of her white bra cups. 'Oh my lord, you dirty man, you're literally undressing me with your eyes,' she purred. A fourth button pinged open and the blouse parted, disappearing into her armpits as two formidable lace-clad torpedoes shot forth, the sturdy material distended at their peaks by visibly swollen nipples. 'Oh my, Martin, whatever are you doing now?' I watched in helpless fascination as with the most imperceptible movement of her upper body Rebekah set her jutting tits into increasing arcs of motion, the sheer mass propelling them ever more heavily from side to side. 'Martin, you're making my tits jiggle back and forth just by looking at them, you're such a fucking pervert and I love it.' The bra, though it appeared to be solidly supportive, was clearly nothing like it, the shape and height of Rebekah's bust entirely nature-bestowed. 'Anyone would think you were trying to shake these big tits right out of the cups of my bra,' she said, drunk with lust, as the violent jostling started to make the lace gradually ride down the slopes of glorious tit. 'How dare you undress me,' she said sternly. 'Who do you think you are, pulling my bra down just so you can see these... these... big, firm... oh fuck!'

The cups of Rebekah's bra vanished under her breasts which, unconstrained, flew toward me, her bare nipples stiff and bumpy from the extreme arousal she was clearly experiencing. 'Fuuuuuuuuck!' she wailed. 'You fucking pervert! First you strip my tits bare and then you mindfuck me to this fucking titgasm. Oh fuck!'

I hadn't even touched the girl. She'd managed to undress herself and wind herself up to full orgasm essentially just from being looked at - all she'd needed was the freedom to let her fantasy run riot, to be ogled by someone she could trust.

Without warning, she grabbed my hands and planted them firmly on the unsteadily swaying fronts of her glorious jugs. I felt the hard nipples press into my palms and, needing no further encouragement, kneaded the pliant flesh hungrily. I had learnt from Alex how to work a big pair of sensitive tits like this, and keenly deployed my fingers in the service of prolonging Rebekah's tingling orgasm.

'Oh god yes,' she gasped, 'oh fuck yes, thank-you Martin, please don't stop.'

I continued as requested.

Rebekah's eyeballs rolled back and her mouth lolled open as her body succumbed helplessly to my expert titplay. 'Flat-chested girls always like to claim that their breasts are more sensitive than ours,' she drawled, as I scaled back my fondling in time with the busty minx's diminishing bodily convulsions. 'But they don't know what they're missing. They don't know what it feels like to have an orgasm of that size erupt from their nipples. Tits like this, they act like amplifiers. The orgasm reverberates through them, echoes in big booming waves.'

She slumped forward, the weight of her bare chest pushing me backwards against a cabinet.

'You okay?' I asked, struggling with the mass of breastmeat thrust against me.

'Yes,' she murmured sleepily, 'I'm sorry, I know I wasn't supposed to... I don't know what came over me.'

'I very nearly did come over you,' I said.

Rebekah, her face resting on my chest, snorted a weak post-orgasmic laugh. 'I wish you had.'

'It wouldn't take much to push me over the edge now,' I admitted. 'You've got me hot, bothered, hard and throbbing. But we should save it for your exam later.'

She nodded and started to dress herself again, pulling the lace cups of her bra with difficulty back up over her big breasts until her softening smooth nipples were just covered, and then buttoning her blouse up over her exquisite cleavage.

We walked back to the elevator.

'I heard from Deborah,' I said. 'Thanks for putting her my way.'

'Deborah Stratton? Hey no worries, did she send the application form?'

'Not yet,' I said. The elevator doors closed and we ascended. 'You did tell her it was me, right?'

Rebekah gave me a guilty look. Damn, she was hot when she chewed her lip like that. 'It was weird enough bringing up the subject at all,' she said.

'Ah.'

'I'll tell her, I promise.'

The elevator stopped at Rebekah's floor. She blew me a kiss and mouthed 'see you later'.

I made it back to my desk without anyone seeing me in my conspicuously priapic state and gave some thought to Rebekah's final exam. While I encouraged all my students to find genuine pleasure and self-fulfillment in the act of titfucking, it seemed that Rebekah had perhaps gone too far over to the side of complete self-absorption. It was undoubtedly an immense turn-on to see her work herself up to such boobgasmic heights, and the fact that she needed my presence to get there still made it a two-way thing rather than simple masturbation, but she was losing sight of the basic principle that cock and tits had to be making physical contact.

That evening, as Rebekah sat in my flat before the exam, I ran these thoughts past her. 'If you cum before me, and I don't get the chance to ejaculate between your breasts, it's not a titfuck.'

The big-titted nympho nodded in understanding. 'You've taught me so much about my body... I just get carried away.'

'So,' I stood, not bothering to conceal the tent in my trousers which still hadn't gone away all these hours later. 'To pass your final exam you need to make me cum between your breasts three times before cumming yourself. No hands, and no premature boobgasms.'

'But all the things that make me cum are the things that make you cum too,' she said, her eyes wide with concern.

'Do you need a moment to think about it?'

'No,' she said with resolve. 'Let's do it.'

She stood and unbuttoned her blouse. 'Sit down,' she said, as the cotton parted and her lace-clad breasts came into view for the second time that day. 'And take off your pants.'

I did as she said, and my veiny erection twanged out.

Off came her big bra, and I feasted my eyes on her majestic tits as they swayed, nude, before her. She threw the brassiere onto the sofa next to me. 'You like these big tits?' she teased.

'Very much,' I said.

She set them into slow, heavy motion, letting their mass careen ponderously. 'You like it when they jiggle?'

I nodded. My cock strained. Pre-cum trickled down the shaft.

'Oh fuck,' she said suddenly, and grabbed her jugs with her hands, stopping the wobble dead with difficulty. 'I have to be careful not to jiggle them too much. I could almost feel an orgasm approaching already.' She slid her skirt down past her slender hips, revealing a small white pair of knickers visible through sheer tights. 'The thought of you cumming because of these tits is too much for me.'

'That's the challenge, Rebekah,' I shrugged.

An idea spread across her face. 'But if you were to cum because of different tits... That's it, Deborah!'

'Deborah?'

'Deborah Stratton.'

My cock hardened a little more. It was getting quite painful.

The fact didn't escape Rebekah's attention. 'The very name has you stiffening,' she smiled wickedly. 'I bet you can't wait to get your hands on those big juicy tits of hers.'

I could see where she was going with this. She was going to take advantage of my fantasies about other girls' breasts, thus pushing me to the edge while taking the focus of her. Clever.

'I saw them naked last week, you know,' she continued, taking a hip-swinging couple of steps closer to me. 'In the gym before work. I know you're not one for the gym, but you should really come along one morning. Me, Deborah, Siobhan, all on the running machines, testing the limits of our sports bras. Siobhan's just about small enough up top that a sports bra can hold her down, but me and Debs are giving ourselves black eyes even wearing two sports bras each. So, after training one day last week, Deborah tells me about this new sports bra she's bought, takes her top off and shows me, giving it the old bounce-test. I reply that I can't really tell how well it's working because I don't know how bouncy her boobs are without it. So she looks around, we're alone, and the whips the thing off. Those. Things. Are. Epic.'

My mouth hung open. My cock was throbbing and twitching spasmodically.

'I'd say they were slightly smaller than mine,' she looked down at her torpedo-tits and hefted them in her hands. 'But Deborah's so tall and skinny they look utterly huge. Also her nipples aren't as puffy as mine. They're smaller and a kind of dark pink, with those little goosebumps around them. They're more balloon-like in shape than mine, too. Mine are pointy, hers are mainly round, though they do perk up into points around the nipples. Then she bounced them for me, jogging on the spot to demonstrate just how much different that sports bra made. Those blimps were hitting her on the chin, but they never really lost their shape as they went up and down. I asked if they were real - it was pretty obvious they were, but I wanted the excuse to give them a feel. I reached my hand out and she didn't stop me. Those boobs are so beautifully soft, so squidgy. I treated myself to a good grope on your behalf... Martin are you okay? You're turning quite red.'

In fact I was doing everything in my power to stop myself from shooting my load.

'You need some relief from that erection?' Rebekah asked with concern. 'Has my description of Deborah Stratton's perfect football-sized bosoms got you all hard and ready to jizz?' With that she swiftly dropped to her knees and allowed her own perfect jugs slap down onto my thighs either side of my furious erection, which, from within the loose grip of her deep cleavage, pumped a grateful series of thick cum fountains into the air, tingling pleasure and relief surging from my testicles and groin through my body.

'One down, two to go,' Rebekah declared, her own body giving an involuntary shudder at the sight of cumropes dancing before her face and draping themselves haphazardly over her expansive bare bosom. 'And I've managed not to cum yet. Impressed?'

I uncrossed my eyes and looked down at my still-hard dick as it spat its last emissions weakly into the air from its position nestled tightly between my colleague's extraordinary tits. 'You're cleavage... it's so tight,' I marveled in spite of myself, 'And you're not even holding your tits together.'

'They're holding onto your cock themselves,' the busty minx gleamed. 'They want it all to themselves, greedy boobs!'

'They're so amazing,' I said woozily, gazing at them. From my vantage point slumped low on the sofa her nipples were practically level with my eyes, and I was a rabbit caught in big spunk-drenched headlights.

'Oh fuck, you're going to make me cum just looking at them,' gasped Rebekah. She reached for her bra which lay in an untidy heap next to me, and disentangled it, still managing to keep her breasts firmly in position either side of my slowly receding erection. With incongruous modesty, she placed the cups onto the fronts of her tits, then slid her arms through the straps and pulled the fasteners round behind her. As the bra tightened, my cock was clamped ever more tightly into the maw of her cleavage. She deftly fastened the hooks, and lifted the straps up onto her shoulders.

'Jesus Rebekah, that feels incredible,' I croaked, as the pressure on my tender cock, and the horny vision before me started to elicit a renewed surge of arousal within.

Rebekah raised a triumphant eyebrow. 'And with the bra on there's no way you can perv my tits and get me off with those boobgasm-inducing eyes of yours.'

'Very clever,' I conceded.

'Now all I have to do is wait.' Rebekah adjusted her crouching position and sat comfortably between my spread legs, her bra-clad bosom resting on my hips and stomach, my growing cock climbing its way out of the abyss in search of fresh air. 'What were we talking about? Oh yes, Deborah. My my, I felt you throb and twitch at the mention of that name again. Deborah. Deborah Stratton. Deborah Stratton's big, round, pale, jostling jugs. Oh those lucky tits, they won't know what's hit them when your stiff cock unloads between them as they wobble around...'

'Fuck!' A painful second orgasm hit me, too much, too soon, a rapid succession of powerful ejaculations leaping furiously upwards from the aching head of my overstimulated penis. 'Fuck that hurts!'

'Such mixed feelings,' mused Rebekah, callously ignoring my plight while a fresh coat of cum spattered down onto the exposed, lightly-veined tops of her 1960's centrefold tits. 'On the one hand, this is turning out to be much easier than I thought. On the other I'm getting increasingly jealous of how much you clearly fantasise about the busty Ms Stratton at work. How I'd love to be a fly on the wall when you shoot that first relieved wad onto her perky little nips while those melons billow all around you.' 

My cock retracted back into the dark recesses of Rebekah's bra-encased decollete. 'I'll film it,' I said. 'And we can watch it together. How about that?'

'Mmm, I like the sound of that,' smiled Rebekah, reaching behind to unfasten the many hooks of her tenacious brassiere. I gave a sigh of relief as the vice-like grip of her solid cleavage gave way to a gentle hug. 'But first I want you to remind me how much these jugs of mine mean to you. Fuck my tits, Martin.' She threw the cum-stained bra to the floor, took my hands, leaned back and pulled me to my feet and I stood unsteadily before her. Shuffling backwards, she rose on her knees and arched her back until her jutting breasts were level with my overtaxed groin, then planted her hands firmly on her hips, those phenomenal firm breasts standing proud above my engorged but exhausted semi-on without the slightest need for manual support. 'I know how much you want to fuck these,' she looked up at me through her heavy mascara. 'And I know how to get you hard.' She started a reckless shimmy, her firm pointed double-Gs flailing in all directions while my cock started to thicken again and rise dangerously close to the maelstrom of tit above it.

Unable to restrain myself any further, I grabbed Rebekah's careening jugs in both hands, stopping them dead. The interrupted momentum nearly threw me clean off my feet, but I stayed my ground and, with a moan of delight from both of us, plunged my fingertips into the firm but yielding flesh, groping as much tit in one go as my relatively tiny hands could handle. It was still strangely rare that I touched a big pair of breasts with my hands, eager as I was to promote a hands-free philosophy of titfucking, and so the thrilling sensation gave my returning erection the boost it needed. Within seconds I was back to full, aching, purple, veiny form, and, gripping Rebekah's huge bare breasts for dear life, I thrust myself nut-deep into that epic cleavage and proceeded to fuck it relentlessly, in, out, in, out. The race was on. Rebekah's face, throat, and tits were blushing an ever-deeper shade of crimson, and her accelerating breathing pattern heralded a powerful, long-overdue titgasm.

'Oh Martin it feels incredible when you have your way with my big firm bosoms,' she rejoiced as I gave said bosoms the seeing-to of a lifetime. 'Every time you ram your hips against my nipples I get closer, and closer...'

'Fuck I want to cum so much,' I announced, completely incapable of maintaining my usual professional decorum. 'Your tits are incredible!'

'Oh you dirty fucking bastard, I bet you can't believe your luck! I never thought you could get me so turned on, but when you perv my big tits I just lose control... oh shit... I'm... I'm cumming!'

Rebekah's pent-up boobgasm hit her hard. Her face contorted in anguish and she let out a howl, tears streaming down her hot cheeks. She grabbed my hands and wrenched them free of her tits, allowing them to shake freely in time with the shuddering convulsions into which the crazed demands of her libido were sending her. The thudding gyrations of her unfettered mountains of titmeat instantly slapped me, too, to my third, excruciating orgasm of the past thirty minutes, thin watery streams of diluted spunk squirting randomly about, some into Rebekah's overwhelmed face, some onto her wobbling jugs, some around the room.

I staggered backwards, heart pounding, blood drained from my body. My feet and hands were tingling and I thought I might pass out. I slumped heavily down onto the sofa and watched as Rebekah scrunched her hands into her spiky hair and shook her glorious bare breasts, intent upon prolonging the titgasm for as long as she could.

'You'd better still be looking at them,' she cried out. 'Getting off on my beautiful big tits, you dirty fucking perv.'

'I... I'm still looking at them,' I breathed, chest heaving with sheer sexual exhaustion. 'I can't take my eyes off them.'

We maintained this curious state of sexual union for a minute or two longer, my heart and blood pressure slowly returning to normal (or as normal as they could get, given the continued presence of Rebekah's naked wobbling jugs in the room). Eventually, orgasmed-out, Rebekah slumped forward. She crawled across the carpet and lifted herself onto the sofa next to me.

'I've never cum so hard,' she said. 'These boobgasms just keep getting stronger and stronger.'

'I'm glad to hear it,' I said. 'Because I'm sorry to say... you failed the exam.'

'What?' she said, too shagged out to overreact.

'The deal was to make me ejaculate three times before you came yourself. Your orgasm hit just before my third one, so I'm sorry to say I can't pass you.'




L.C.T.F. Ch. 13



'Dammit,' she said, snapping her fingers weakly in despair. Then, after a pause: 'Can I retake the exam?'

'As many times as you like.'

'When are you free?'

I remembered that Alex had expressed an interest in studying Rebekah's breasts for her research, and figured that my regular session at Alex's clinic on Thursday would be the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. And if we started with my weekly mid-air cumrope onto Alex's nude bust then that would also clear my pipes and give Rebekah a good head start for her second attempt.

Something told me Rebekah was going to take as many attempts as she could to pass this exam. And I had no problem with that whatsoever.



L.C.T.F. Ch. 14



'Martin, over here!' I turned in the direction of whoever was shouting across the crowded pub. It was Rebekah, standing at the other end of the bar, waiting to be served. I pushed my way through the throng towards her, my full pint glass held precariously aloft.

'Drinking on a work night?' I said.

Rebekah smiled and shrugged, which sent her chest into jostling upheaval in her low-cut red top. 'Don't care,' she said, 'I needed a drink. I can see you did, too.'

'Yep,' I said, raising my pint glass and staring unabashedly at Rebekah's large, shapely bust as it billowed between us.

She caught me looking. 'I didn't bother with a bra,' she confessed, her words slightly slurred. It was only 7pm but she had clearly had a few already. 'Left it at the office. Is it obvious?'

'Only when you jiggle them,' I said. 'Otherwise they're quite spectacularly firm and perky.'

'Ah, it means so much more to have a compliment from an expert like you,' she grinned, arching her back proudly, her left boob colliding with my pint glass and almost spilling it.

'Whoah,' I said, 'Careful with those things! You here on your own?' The pub was a popular place for a quick after-work pint, so I figured she was here with colleagues.

'No,' she gave a sly smile. 'I'm here with Deborah Stratton and Siobhan Donnelly.' She saw me react at the names. She knew the effect even the names had. 'That's right. Deborah Stratton. Deborah. Stratton.'

I leaned in and spoke in her ear. 'Are you trying to make my jizz my pants?'

The drinks arrived on the counter, and Rebekah paid the barman. 'Here, help me carry these and join us.'

Cock prodding angrily at my trousers, I grabbed a mojito and my own drink and followed Rebekah through the pub crowd to a table in the corner where the busty twosome of Deborah and Siobhan sat waiting, their backs to the room.

'Hey girls, look who I ran into at the bar!' Rebekah slid onto the banquette and patted the upholstery indicating that I join her.

I set a cocktail down in front of Deborah and smiled stiffly. She gave me an appraising look. 'You're Martin, aren't you?' She said. 'I've seen you around the office. How's it going?'

'Hi Deborah, hi Siobhan,' I said to the girls opposite, as I sat down next to Rebekah.

Rebekah leaned in. 'This is him,' she said in a stage whisper.

Siobhan's blue eyes bulged. 'Martin's the guy you've been going to see?'

'Rebekah's been telling us all about what you've been teaching her,' said Deborah, now eyeing me with greater interest. 'I didn't realise it was you I'd been corresponding with. Sorry I still didn't complete the application form.'

'It sounds so incredible,' Siobhan enthused in her lilting Irish tones. 'All the fuss over big tits and no-one ever knows what to do with them beyond look at them and grope them.'

'Absolutely,' I said, amazed at how easy this was. 'I think it's high time big breasts took their rightful place.'

'Either side of a stiff, spunking cock,' said Rebekah luridly.

'I mean, I've had dicks between these G-cups, but never to the point where either of us have climaxed,' said Deborah.

'You haven't lived until you've experienced simultaneous orgasm from a titfuck,' said Rebekah. 'It's crazy that we've got to this point in our sex-lives without knowing how to use our boobs correctly. And look at us, we're the bustiest girls in the office. I'm a double-G, you're a G Deborah, and Siobhan...?'

'E,' said the Irish blonde. Her tight sweater told me this was indeed likely.

'So much boob going to so little use,' said Rebekah. 'It's a crime.'

'This is so exciting,' said Deborah, 'I can't wait to start!'

'I'm going to need application forms from both of you,' I said. 'You can do them online or I can email them to you.'

'Application?' said Siobhan, concerned. 'You mean we might not qualify?'

'Oh goodness no, nothing like that,' I hastened. 'It's simply so I can get to know you, your attitude to your breasts, and plan the lessons accordingly. So, for example, there's a question about your history of titfucking in the past.'

'None whatsoever,' Deborah shrugged bustily, and took a sip of her cocktail.

'You've never given a titfuck?' exclaimed Rebekah a little too loudly.

'Shh!' urged Deborah. 'No. I tend to avoid breast-men, they just get too obsessed with these things and it all gets difficult. But arse and leg men on the other hand are generally disappointed, as I'm a bit boyish otherwise. No hips, no ankles.'

'Then I would say it's time for you to embrace your breasts,' I said.

Rebekah nodded. 'When that first cumload explodes between those big ripe shapely boobs of yours, you'll never look back.'

'I think I'd be looking straight ahead,' joked Deborah, 'It sounds spectacular.'

'I've done it once or twice,' said Siobhan. 'When you go out with a breast man - and all of us have - it's all they're really thinking about. If they don't ask for it they're being too polite, and if you don't offer then you're setting the poor sod up for a lifetime of disappointment.'

'So how did you find it?' asked Deborah.

'Very much a way of keeping the fella happy,' shrugged Siobhan, toying with her cocktail straw. 'But I've never seen these fountains of spunk Rebekah's talking about. After all the fuss and pleading I've only ever ended up with a weak puddle of jizz pooling in my cleavage.'

'That doesn't sound especially enticing,' frowned Deborah. 'Does it count as a titfuck if he wanks onto your boobs?'

'No,' interjected Rebekah and I in chorus.

'What if you wank him off onto your boobs yourself?'

I shook my head. 'It has to be hands-free.'

Deborah furrowed her brow, then a memory struck her and she lit up. 'What if you're wobbling your boobs and he shoots all over them without touching himself, just at the sight of them? That's happened to me a few times.'

'Still no,' Rebekah shook her head. 'Cock between tits. No hands. Climax while still between tits. Those are the rules of the titfuck.'

'Done well it is a thing of joy for all the senses,' I promised. 'And by the sounds of it if the mere sight of your breasts has sent your sex partners over the tipping point, you'd probably most of the way there.'

Deborah patted one large boob with her free hand, sending it into a surprisingly animated series of wobbling undulations. 'These puppies have certainly had their admirers in the past,' she said with a wistful smile.

'Are you not wearing a bra?' Rebekah said of Deborah's freely quivering tit, echoing what Siobhan and I were clearly thinking too.

'Shh!' the svelte brunette giggled naughtily. 'How can you tell?'

'Because of this,' said Siobhan, and cheekily slapped the side of Deborah's bust, causing the entire mountainous mass to jostle and slap with unstoppable inertia.

The girls all giggled. Thankfully this was a noisy, crowded pub, otherwise the escalating breast-centric chatter and activity would surely have drawn attention to our corner table by now.

'I'm going without a bra too,' said Rebekah. 'Gets to the end of a long day and I just have to whip the thing off.'

'Amen to that,' nodded Deborah. 'Looks like you're the odd one out, Siobhan. Me and Bex are letting the puppies swing free. And I'm guessing Martin's not wearing a bra either. If you wanna be in our gang, lose the boulder-holder.'

'Deborah I've never seen you like this,' said Siobhan, clearly getting embarrassed by this candid discussion of the female form in general and her own in particular.

I'd known and dated big-breasted girls who had talked to me about their breasts, in private, at great length, though this had no doubt been out of irresistible curiosity to watch the inevitable take its course on my pathetically predictable cock and balls. Alex, unsurprisingly, had taken particular delight in this fundamental method of torture, obsessing over the extent to which she could draw out the verbal titillation. But I had never been party to an all-girl boob discussion. Did this kind of thing happen all the time between the well-endowed of the fair sex? Siobhan had taken to it at first, perhaps as the result of growing tipsiness, but was now backtracking, attempting to deflect attention back onto Deborah. Deborah, in turn, seemed to me like a closet self-fetishist slowly coming out. But it was Rebekah who was clearly engineering this. For my sake, and, thus, for her own. Alex had been possessively jealous and jealously possessive. She didn't want hear or talk about other women's chests, at least not when we had been a couple. Now we were long-separates exes the furious sense of exclusivity still burned a little, but it was a general pride in her (extraordinary) tits rather than an entitlement to my undivided attention. Alex was starting to recognise that different pairs of tits got me off in different ways, hell she was beginning to study the phenomenon scientifically. But in her objectivity she was a long way behind Rebekah, whose desire to push me over the edge with her own breasts, or indeed anybody's, was becoming as coldly calculating as it was ultimately ego-driven.

'Stop trying to change the subject, Siobhan,' scolded Rebekah. 'Bra off. No-one's looking. And you don't want to disappoint Martin now, do you?'

Siobhan reddened. 'I suppose not. Luckily I'm wearing a strapless one.' Eyes darting around the room to make sure she wasn't being observed by anyone but the three of us, Siobhan snuck her hand up the back of her thin sweater and snapped the hooks of her brassiere open. Deftly, and scarlet-faced, she pulled the entire undergarment out under the table and stashed it furtively in the handbag at her feet, then remaining slightly stooped at the tableside.

'Come on, sit up,' said Rebekah, 'Let's see.'

I was so pleased to have Rebekah doing this for me. It was like she was plugged in to my every perverted fantasy. Seeing me get turned on turned her on, so I couldn't lose.

Siobhan sat up, and straightened her back. We all stared, taking in the change in the blonde's appearance. Where once had been a smooth rounded bulge of bust under her red sweater were now two generously sized, distinct scooping breast shapes, the folds of material disappearing between them in a deep merino wool cleavage. They were classically-shaped, flat slopes swooping down then curving up like ski-jumps before arching roundly back towards her body. They hung with a slight, pleasing maturity, though the shape itself left nothing whatsoever to be desired. They were most definitely E-cups, and the depth and tightness of the cleft between them rendered them eminently titfuckable, but what really stood out, in every sense, were her nipples, or more accurately speaking her areolae. The bra had clearly been doing a good job of smoothing them out because now, without it, they were unmistakably defined through her sweater. Easily the diameter of golf balls, they stood rudely out against the unsteadily quivering expanses of her breasts. They were probably the same size as Rebekah's areolae, but on a pair of 34E-cups rather than 36 double-G's they looked huge. And impossibly horny.

'Are my nipples too obvious?' she whispered.

We all shook our heads, staring in fascination. The last thing any of us wanted was for Siobhan to catch on and cover herself up again.

'It feels so strange being like this in public,' the Irish girl giggled. 'I can't believe you girls do it so often. Your boobs are at least twice the size of mine.'

'You're all very lucky your breasts are so pert and shapely,' I said. 'Not every girl with a bust the size of yours can go braless without it being immediately obvious. Most women would spend a fortune either on tailored lingerie or even plastic surgery to be so proudly well-endowed.'

'Quite the smooth-talker Martin, aren't you?' guffawed Deborah.

The blushing Siobhan looked down at her own perfectly formed E-cups in reappraisal. 'It's nice to have a sincere compliment on them for a change, makes a difference from the usual catcalls from builders.'

'But then again perhaps he's just flattering us into signing up for his titwank lessons,' said Deborah.

'Flattery will get you everywhere, Martin,' said Rebekah, and I glanced across to see she was running a finger into the inch of cleavage exposed beneath her collarbone.

By this point, it goes without saying, I was as erect as I was ever going to get. My cock and balls had been on the brink of unloading for a good ten minutes, and I was genuinely concerned that one more mention of glorious tits would have me filling my suit trousers with spunk, and that was something I really didn't want to have to explain to the dry cleaner.

'Are you alright Martin?' asked Deborah. 'You're looking rather pale.'

'He probably just wants to cum,' said Rebekah casually. 'All this talk of bosoms has probably got him all hard and ready to erupt. Is that right, Martin?'

I managed a smile of confirmation that was as stiff as my erection. 'Occupational hazard,' I said.

'Should we change the subject?' Siobhan looked suddenly concerned.

'What's best in this sort of situation?' said Deborah. 'Would delaying it just make it worse?'

'Do you need to cum now?' said Rebekah, a reassuring hand on my arm.

'I have to admit I'm very close,' I said. 'I'm on supplements that increase my semen volume and stamina, which means I should strictly speaking have had my daily... release by now.'

'Oh dear,' said Deborah. 'I had no idea. How inconsiderate of us. Here we are wittering on about our big bouncy tits and the socio-sexual politics of titfucking, and there you are bursting at the seams. Have you reached some kind of point of no return?' 

'In a manner of speaking,' I winced, shifting in my seat very carefully so as not to overstimulate myself. 'And I really don't want to cum in my pants. The stain will be very obvious against these grey suit trousers.'

'Why don't you just go to the gents for a, you know...' Siobhan gave a subtle wanking gesture.

'I'd have to cross the pub with this enormous erection stabbing at my trousers,' I said.

'Enormous, eh?' Deborah sipped on her mojito and raised an eyebrow.

'You know what I mean,' I said. 'And besides, I've reached a point where actual masturbation is simply too painful for me. Too forceful, too much cum far too quickly. The supplements are tailored to a regime of either titfucking or hands-free ejaculation.'

'Hands-free?' said Siobhan. 'You mean like cumming without touching yourself? Like Deborah described earlier?'

'Indeed my tits have proven too much for some men in the past,' sighed Deborah. 'One look and blam, they're out of the game.'

'That's never happened to me before,' frowned Siobhan, looking down at her fine breasts again, this time in slight disappointment.

'How would you like it to now?' said Rebekah.

'What do you mean?' came Siobhan's uncertain reply.

I felt a hand brush my stomach. It was Rebekah's. She was gingerly fingering my suit trouser zipper. 'Rebekah!' I exclaimed in a hoarse whisper. 'What the hell?'

Deborah and Siobhan exchanged apprehensive glances. From their vantage point on the opposite side of the table they couldn't see my waist, but from the position of Rebekah's arm and my state of mild panic it was fairly obvious what was going on. Luckily the rest of the pub was distracted by a football game on the television on the other side of the bar, and Deborah and Siobhan, their backs to the room, were probably shielding the view. But there was no escaping the fact that we were in public, three girls with braless tits of E-cup and above, and me with a pounding erection about to be released from its confines.

'Now, Siobhan,' said Rebekah as she gently manipulated the folds of my boxer shorts to pull the fly into alignment with my hard straining member, 'How do you feel about giving Martin a very quick flash?'

'A flash?'

'Of your tits.'

'Here? Now?' Siobhan's eyes bulged.

Rebekah's fingers were poised over my open trousers, delicately holding the opening to my boxers. My spring-loaded cock was now pulsing and ready to leap out with the slightest movement of her steady hand.

Deborah looked around. 'Everyone's watching the TV,' she said in a conspiratorial whisper. 'The coast is clear.'

'I really don't know,' Siobhan blushed.

'You want to see a hands-free cumshot or not?' said Rebekah. She was deadly serious. I wouldn't have wanted to mess with her in Siobhan's position.

'Oh go on then,' blurted Siobhan, succumbing to the peer pressure. No-one appeared interested in asking me my view. I guess they all assumed I was simply happy to be involved. Which, of course, I was. Though the tortuous suspense was killing me.

'After three,' said Rebekah.

Siobhan fingered the hem of her sweater and nodded. 'Ready when you are.'

'One... two... three!'

Without hesitation, Siobhan's red sweater flew up, pulling her jutting tits up with it and baring her slim but pleasantly soft stomach. In the same instant, Rebekah yanked my boxers expertly open, causing my aching cock to twang upwards, the twitching purple head just shy of the pub tabletop. The unfettered relief alone was enough to send me over the edge, but then Siobhan's left naked boob dropped out of her scrunched-up sweater and into view, bouncing and wobbling into position just above her stomach. Her pale pink areola was swollen and shiny but still soft, a small diagonal dimple at its centre. I had never seen a tit so soft and jiggly yet still so shapely, and with such a well-defined protuberant areola. My balls ceded instantaneously and I stifled a groan as the first blissfully powerful jet shot vertically skyward. As it sailed on its spectacular trajectory, Siobhan's right boob plummeted to freedom to join its mate, jostling and rebounding. They were utterly, utterly beautiful. A second cum rope, as prolific in length, force, and viscosity, drew another line two feet into the air before me, while the first landed partly with a plop in Deborah's mojito glass opposite me, partly on the hand which held it.

By the time anyone else could even react, Siobhan's sweater was back down over those world-class tits and a handful of paper napkins swaddled my furiously twitching and spunking cock courtesy of Rebekah, who expertly and with the lightest of touch, coaxed me to a decelerating finish. The second rope of jizz sprawled across the table, drawing a thick white line from where I sat in the yearning direction of Siobhan's chest which still quivered gorgeously within the tight pullover.

Rebekah hastily stuffed my still-twitching cock back into my trousers and withdrew her hand with the bunch of spunky napkins, holding it under the table as a barmaid arrived at the table with a tray to take our empty glasses.

'Sorry about the spillage,' said Rebekah, as strands of what hopefully didn't look too obviously like fresh cum stretched stickily from table to glass as the barmaid filled her tray.

'That's okay,' said the oblivious barmaid, half-distracted by the football match. 'More drinks?'

Deborah looked down at the thick line of spunk that still lay draped the length of her index finger and thumb. 'Tequila slammers?'



L.C.T.F. Ch. 15



When I arrived the next evening at the health centre where Alex had her surgery, Rebekah was already waiting outside, drawing compulsively on a cigarette.

'I didn't know you smoked,' I smiled as I approached.

'I don't,' she took a final drag and stubbed it out on the pavement. 'Cadged one off a passer-by.' Though modestly covered up in pinstripe suit jacket and grey rollneck, there was no escape from her conspicuous bustiness, and I surmised that the ciggie-donor had been a mesmerised heterosexual male. She could probably do decent business as a mugger, simply wearing a tight sweater and asking her victims to hand over their wallets.

'What's the plan for this evening then?' she eyed me anxiously.

'Well, Alex is my friend, she's a health practitioner, she's been prescribing supplements to aid my stamina and semen production, and is taking weekly samples... That is to say she's studying the force and quantity of my load by showing me her breasts.'

'Just showing them?' Rebekah echoed blankly.

'Me and Alex have history,' I explained. 'Her bust has a certain pronounced effect on me in that way. Anyway the point is that she considers it scientifically consistent, but she needs control samples, so she wants to document the other breasts I'm cumming over, figure out how much of my spunk-production is down to the boobs, how much is down to the vitamins.'

Rebekah nodded. She didn't seem all that troubled by the idea, in fact the expression on her face suggested that she considered it quite sensible. Which, in a way, it was.

'You saw how much I jizzed last night in the pub, for instance.'

Rebekah's face lit up at the recollection. 'Fountains and rivers!'

'How much of that was Alex's pills, how much could we attribute to Siobhan's bare boobs? That's the question.'

'Those tits of Siobhan's were pretty spectacular,' reasoned Rebekah.

'But was an uninterrupted two-foot geyser of jizz an appropriate reaction?'

'I don't think cumming in public could ever be deemed appropriate,' sniggered Rebekah.

'You know what I mean,' I sighed. 'Siobhan's tits are stunningly beautiful, and I certainly don't consider it unlikely that they'd give me an instant boner, but spontaneous ejaculation on that scale hasn't happened to me naturally since I dated Alex. There's something about her tits in particular that makes me blow my load on the spot, but it used to just be her. Now it's happening a lot, pretty much whenever I see a beautiful fuckable pair of tits for the first time.' I thought back to the alarming hands-free wads I'd spent all over the proud wobbling chests of Shelley and the Stonemere Park sixth-former Stephanie.

'I wish you'd do it to me,' Rebekah sulked quietly.

It occurred to me that I hadn't. 'It'll be the pills. I wasn't on the same dosage when we first met. Though you should have seen the eruption that time you phoned me in the middle of the night.'

Rebekah gave a coy, saucy grin in spite of herself.

'Anyway, it's time. I'll give Alex a call to let her know we're here.'

The health centre's opening hours had ended, and Alex herself appeared out of the darkness behind the glass doors with a big set of keys to let us in. I did the introductions and couldn't help notice both girls surreptitiously glance down at the other's chest. Alex was in her whites, but like Rebekah there was no hiding the mammoth scale of her proud jugs.

In her surgery she took Rebekah's jacket and we feasted our eyes on the torpedoes that stretched the wool of her rollneck. There was some quad-boob going on under there. Rebekah was clearly wearing a bra that was too small. As Rebekah wriggled her way out of the jacket sleeves, I noticed with growing arousal how her rounded nipples were coming into evidence through the fabric, the bra cups sliding down beneath.

'I've got competition!' marveled Alex, now staring unabashedly while Rebekah sat self-consciously at the little coffee table in the corner. It was strange to see Rebekah so visibly intimidated. The predatory vamp I had come to know had now turned in on herself, stuck for words and hunched forward. She seemed to be cowering in the presence of confident alpha-female Alex, skulking in the long shadows of my ex's formidable cantilevered breasts. I realised that perhaps I was to blame for building up this image of a woman who enjoyed complete sexual dominance over me, and now regretted building Alex up so much. Rebekah, it seemed, was more insecure than I had assumed.

'Has Martin explained what we're going to do?' said Alex, unbuttoning her nurse's scapular beneath which she was wearing a grey cotton crew-neck T-shirt and, probably, no bra (it was as usual hard to tell, despite the immensity of tit with which the slim lady had been bestowed).

Rebekah nodded and cleared her throat nervously. 'You've got an experiment to conduct on Martin, then you're going to take some measurements of my boobs, and then I'm going to retake my titfuck exam.'

'Exactly,' said Alex with a faintly patronising smile. 'The first part will be very quick, if Martin's past response times are anything to go by.' She caught Rebekah looking up at the plastic bucket suspended upside down from the ceiling in one corner of the room. 'Ah, that's to catch the first couple of ejaculations once Martin sees my breasts,' she explained.

I shrugged apologetically at Rebekah, who rolled her eyes once Alex's back was turned. Alex seemed to be relishing the opportunity to undermine another tit-queen, and Rebekah's patience was wearing visibly thinner.

'Cock out, Martin,' ordered Alex, taking her position beneath the hanging bucket.

I unzipped my trousers and withdrew the old chap, already semi-erect due to the busty company I was keeping.

Alex fingered the hem of her T-shirt. Her shapely breasts were clearly outlined beneath the grey cotton, and I could discern the outlines of her softly swelling areolae. My cock began to rise further. 'I'm not wearing anything underneath this,' explained Alex, unable to resist glancing over at Rebekah to gauge her reaction (Rebekah didn't indulge her, remaining blank-faced), 'So after three I'm going to lift up my top and you'll be able to see my bare breasts. OK?'

I nodded.

'One... two... three!'

Alex's top came up and her heavy, solid tits came tumbling out, jostling ponderously. Her areolae and nipples were still soft from the warmth of the T-shirt (I preferred them that way, along with the extra pointiness they gave the breasts as a whole). Two thick ropes of cum left my cock and hit the bucket (Alex had by now perfected its positioning and angle), a third hit her left tit so hard it sent it into mild upheaval, and fourth and fifth minor eruptions leapt weakly from my convulsing purple helmet and draped themselves, exhausted, down the length of my shaft, pooling around my quivering balls.

'Don't move!' said Alex, grabbed a rubber spatula from her desk and scuttled towards me, cum crawling gloopily down her left breast. She knelt in front of me and placed the spatula expertly under my testes and slowly scraped it upward, collecting the congealing cream as she went. Then her other hand appeared and gently surrounded the base of my nearly-clean shaft and stroked upward until her fingers passed the head and scooped the last few sticky drops, which she then wiped onto the spatula along with the rest of the spunk.

'This is so fucked up,' commented Rebekah from the corner of the room.

My cock had responded to the stimulation of Alex's fingers by stiffening and thickening anew.

'My my what's this?' murmured Alex. 'You weren't a handjob man last time I checked. Almost makes me want to carry on. Or is it just that my big firm bosoms are so close to you?'

'I'd love to find out but it'll have to be another time,' I said. 'Rebekah's been waiting very patiently and I want to have some cum left in me so I can let her retake the exam.'

'All done,' said Alex, and stood up. As she rose, the tips of her outstretched breasts grazed their way up my thighs, collided with my overtaxed testicles, and for the briefest moment my cock passed through her tight, solid cleavage like a credit card being swiped. 'Oops,' she smiled. 'Sorry about that.'

I gasped at the sensation, summoning the superhuman will not to shoot another painful load there and then. The busty vixen had done it on purpose, clearly hell bent on undermining Rebekah. 'Would you put something on?' I pleaded. 'Cover yourself up? I can't take it.'

'Just as soon as I've weighed myself,' she said, prancing across the room, her chest rebounding enormously. She wriggled and jiggled her way out of her black jeans and, simultaneously, her knickers (if indeed she had been wearing any), and stepped out of the pile of clothes onto the scales.

Rebekah's incredulity deepened. 'Weigh yourself? What the...?'

'Before the liquid in the cum evaporates,' said Alex, impatience in her tone. 'I weighed myself nude beforehand, and now I'm weighing myself again. The difference in weight will tell me the amount of semen Martin has deposited onto my tit.' She looked down and sighed. 'Problem with these scales is seeing the reading. This immense jutting bust obscures my view of it entirely.' Rebekah rolled her eyes. Alex prised her nude jugs apart and gazed down through the gap between them, then stepped down and scribbled down the new weight. 'Fourteen grams difference,' she concluded aloud. 'And that's just the deposit here on my bosom.'

'That's nearly a tablespoon's worth!' exclaimed Rebekah. 'What the hell have you been dosing him up with?'

The naked "scientist" chuckled. 'A concoction of my own devising. Vitamins, supplements, dietary guidelines.'

'Whatever it is, it seems to be working.'

'Or is it just the tits?' said Alex, pulling her trousers up over her bony backside. 'Martin's never been exposed to so many incredible pairs of beautiful, huge young breasts before. Which is where you come in. Would you mind stripping to the waist please?'

'Alex,' I said, indicating my now substantial erection. 'Would you mind...?'

'Oh goodness, of course,' laughed Alex, looking down at her nude knockers. 'I get so used to them being out.' She grabbed her grey T-shirt and pulled it on, stretching it with effort over her chest. If anything the T-shirt, which emphasised her every curve, made her tits look even bigger and more naked than before, but in my mind at least it meant a titfuck was one step removed. I'd have put my cock away but I was too afraid to touch it lest I set it off.

Meanwhile, Rebekah was stripping, as Alex had asked her to. Her own firm pair of double-G's was peeping out of a blue lace uplift number clearly, as I had guessed, a cup size too small. She automatically tugged the cups up over the upper exposed halves of her areolae, ironic considering she was about to take the whole thing off anyway. The bra equivalent of pushing spectacles up your nose when you're not even wearing them.

She shot me a look - her patience with Alex's eccentricities seemed to be wearing thin. Perhaps this town wasn't big enough for both busts.

When the blue bra came off, Rebekah's tits gave a visible sigh of relief, slowly extending outwards, their natural pointy peaks returning to their 1950s pin-up glory, her swollen nipples swaying drowsily, enjoying the freedom.

Alex set about with measuring tape and protractors, cupping, hefting, and squeezing. She photographed those tremendous tits from numerous angles, and made a few mobile phone videos where she asked Rebekah to hoist her tits up in her hands and then let them fall while Alex documented the rate of descent and the duration of the subsequent bouncing. As she prodded the unyielding titflesh with a probing index finger, she muttered the words "well-done," and scribbled thus in her notes.

"Well done? Thanks," said Rebekah, "But I can't really take credit for them. Mother nature's gift."

"Oh no," laughed Alex, "I mean the firmness. Well-done. Like a steak?"

"I beg your pardon?" Rebekah bridled a little.

"It's like when you're cooking a steak." Alex looked over to me with raised eyebrows, hoping I would understand, then back to Rebekah. "You press your finger into it, and depending how soft or firm it feels it's either rare, medium-rare, medium, or well-done. It's how I'm classifying the firmness of breasts, seemed as intuitive a way of doing it as any."

"I've often been made to feel like a piece of meat," said Rebekah coldly, "But this is a new one."

"Don't take it so badly," fussed Alex, "No-one's objectifying you here. Just your breasts."

"That makes me feel a lot better." Rebekah looked across to me and winked. So she wasn't really taking it all that badly, just falling prey to a little natural rivalry where Alex was concerned, which was only natural.

"So it should," said Alex with sincerity. "I'm more of a well-done to medium. A bit squishier. A bit jigglier, not that you'd know to look at them. You're gloriously firm, my dear. Must make for quite the invigorating titfuck."

"Speaking of which, Alex," I spoke up, mindful of the time, "Are you nearly done? We'd like to get on with the titfuck exam proper."

"Of course, don't let me stop you," said Alex, and wrote down a final couple of notes in her pad. She took a few steps back and gestured to the topless Rebekah. "She's all yours. Would you like me to leave the room while you...?"

"Rebekah?" I asked.

Rebekah hesitated, clearly about to ask for privacy, but something changed in her mind. "No, I'd rather you stayed," she said, rather enigmatically.

"Fine," beamed Alex, standing on a chair and detaching the spunk-bucket from its bracket on the ceiling. "More than happy to watch. Don't mind me, I just need to weigh the bucket now it's got jizz in it." She clambered down, chest bouncing in its delicious medium-to-well-done way, and placed the bucket on digital scales on her desk.

I turned my attention to Rebekah, waiting patiently, her stout tits protruding from her petite frame in my direction, her coral areolae swollen and shiny. "Remember," I said, "I have to cum three times before you do."

"Looks like I get the first one for free," said Rebekah, eyeing my erection now visibly on the verge of orgasm. She gave her shoulders a twitch, hurling her chest into a slow-motion procession of jostling undulations.

Alex, now settled comfortably in the office chair behind her desk, unwrapped a chocolate bar. "She's reading you like a book, Martin," she observed, and took a bite.

Ignoring her, I tried, and failed, not to cum. The sight of Rebekah's tits thumping into one another, a clumsy ballet of action and reaction, sent a surge of pleasure through my loins, and a couple of sharp spurts of semen shot from my penis, hitting nipple and tit squarely.

"That's ejaculation number one," noted Rebekah unnecessarily. "Now sit down."

I did as instructed, taking a seat on a small chair by the coffee table in the corner. Rebekah, pulled off my slip-ons, then yanked my trousers off. My cock and balls hung out.

"Not messing about, is she," remarked Alex through a mouthful of Twix.

Kneeling between my legs, Rebekah grabbed what she could of her firm double-Gs and manoeuvred them into place beneath my ballsack, still tight and cum-slick from the very recent climax I had experienced. My cock fell thickly onto her left tit and lay there, Rebekah waiting patiently, until the long-overdue penis-on-breast sensation started recharging my batteries. Like the raising of Tower Bridge, and at about the same speed, my erection returned, lifting clear of the smooth expanse of dense titmeat, Rebekah eyeing it closely and hungrily, until it overbalanced and toppled over onto her right breast, bouncing a couple of times while blood gradually engorged my growing member. As I grew more and more rigid and vertical, the remaining sensation was Rebekah's tits supporting my swelling sack, one tit per testicle. Then she began to massage me. My scrotum was slippery with seed, allowing well-lubricated passage of her breasts and swollen areolae from side to side, in small rubbing motions. Then it struck me: Her nipples hadn't hardened. Still those delectable stay-puft mounds, taut and polished. And her whole demeanour, calm and collected. She wasn't getting turned on. And I was. And it was too late to change the stakes. Alex's presence in the room must have been making her so self-conscious that she was finding herself unable to get turned on, and all that was left was pure, cold technique. Damn!

So there was only one way this was going to go. I had passed the point of no return en route to my second orgasm of the evening at Rebekah's pleasure, and the minx still hadn't even invited me into her cleavage. My bobbing dick swayed, throbbed, and convulsed atop her mountainous bosom, nothing to hold it in place except its own intolerable state of priapic arousal.

Alex had gone very quiet, watching intently. She was probably wishing she had thought of that. And I found myself wishing she had thought of it too. And the thought of Alex doing exactly this sent me careening toward and beyond the precipice of ejaculatory self-control. Two more bolts of jizz leapt upwards, returning downwards to join the still-wet puddles of cum from the previous orgasm on Rebekah's jugs with a pleasing, audibly gloopy splatter.

"Fuck," I wheezed, my head spinning.

Rebekah rose confidently to her full height, back arched, her naked, spunky chest teetering above my awe-struck face in proud defiance of the laws of gravity. "I'm just going to take off the rest of my clothes," she said with a slight yawn. "I hope you don't mind. It's OK, I don't want to properly fuck you. I can't cum from penetrative sex anymore anyway. I just want you to enjoy my body in its entirety." I watched in cum-drunk stupor as Rebekah wriggled her way, chest bouncing heavily, out of her suit trousers, gave me a slow twirl in her tiny pink cotton knickers, then wriggled her way out of those too, treating me (and Alex) to an unencumbered view of her delightful nude body, her legs rather short, her arse compact, her pussy trim, her back narrow, and her tits immense. I felt a painful erection returning, spurred on by the realisation that Alex's nipples were visibly stiffening under her tight grey T-shirt. If Rebekah was managing to remain unaroused, Alex most certainly wasn't.

"You ready for a full-on titwank?" Rebekah said from behind her formidable breasts. "You want to bury your cock between these luscious mountains? Plough through them while they wobble and bounce? Look how deep this cleavage is. Alex, how deep is it?"

Alex snapped out of her engrossed state of mind and fumbled with her notes. "Eight and a half inches from the tip of your nipples to the centre of your ribcage," she announced.

"Hear that, Martin?" said Rebekah. "Your cock couldn't even get close to me, that's how big and firm they are. You could be fully erect, aim your dick horizontally between my jugs and the tip of your helmet wouldn't even reach as far as my body. And you could push and thrust as much as you liked, my breasts are so dense and firm that they'd only squash so far. Your cock would be lost, cast adrift in this bottomless abyss, spunking into infinity." She began to rub the existing build-up of jizz into her cleavage, massaging it evenly about in anticipation of the titwank that lay ahead.

I heard the scraping sound of Alex dragging her chair closer for a front row view. The rampant tumble of her breasts in the tight grey top fanned the flames of my erection, and I felt my balls slowly swell. Alex leaned forward in her chair, eyes darting back and forth between my rising cock and Rebekah's bust, which hovered unsteadily a few feet above it.

"If you need a hand getting him... you know..." Alex began.





L.C.T.F. Ch. 15



"I'll be fine, thanks," interjected Rebekah calmly. Alex nodded.

Rebekah's areolae were still soft and smooth - her self-control compared to previous encounters was truly impressive. Alex, on the other hand, was as stiff-nippled as I'd ever seen her. I craved the reciprocation of a mutually orgasmic titwank, and felt overcome with the temptation to at least reach out and tweak one of Alex's nipples to climax, which by the looks of it would have taken a matter of mere seconds. Just enough of Alex's cleavage was visible enough to give my cock the strength to extend upwards another half an inch, and when I gazed up at Rebekah's breasts as they slowly unstuck themselves from their jizzy state of adhesion, I felt ready.

The receptive state of my cock clearly hadn't escape Rebekah's attention, as she wasted no time swooping to her knees and allowing her slick, spunk-painted tits to fall heavily onto my thighs, from which they instantly sprang back, bouncing up and down under their own inertia, getting the titwank started all by themselves. Rebekah folded her hands behind her back and started to rock gently on her haunches, up a little, down a little, the movement amplified when it reached the tips of her jugs, judged perfectly so her tits slid up and down, colliding with my agonised testicles each time round. The perfect balance of pleasure and pain doled out with each thud of her impressively weighty breasts kept me teetering on the edge of release, ingeniously ensuring that I didn't lose my load too painfully or too quickly. I noted with admiration that she could very easily have forced my hand there and then, but was instead giving me time, keeping the orgasm at bay until such a time until I was ready (and indeed until she was ready to allow it).

She stopped, letting her bust come to rest on my thighs, the tip of my cock twitching and gasping beneath her chin, her hands still behind her back.

"Oh fuck, Rebekah," I managed to say as she began a slow gyration, thrusting her tits ponderously around, rubbing them back and forth along my legs, pushing and pulling my cock alternately toward her and away from her. She mashed her bulbous nipples into my stomach, allowing my aching erection to explore the depths of her cleavage, in and out, in and out. The sensation was divine. Why anyone would crave penetrative sex when this was an option was entirely beyond my comprehension at this point.

"Fuck!" I repeated. I couldn't hold it in. For the third time in twenty minutes I shot my load, or at least what was left of it, a violent and painful thin jet of watery jizz spraying upwards into Rebekah's delighted face. She expertly controlled the pace (though she clearly hadn't been expecting so hasty a climax), guiding me through the throes of the orgasm using nothing but her breasts.

Alex applauded. "Congratulations Rebekah!" she beamed, as the last weak spurts of semen emerged from my weary penis.

"You've passed," I said hoarsely, my body still going through twitching post-ejaculatory spasms.

Rebekah leapt to her feet, breasts jostling in jubilant delight. "Hooray!" she exclaimed, punching the air.

Alex got to her feet, too. "I'd hug you but I don't want to get cum all over my top," she said. "Do you guys mind if I take it off?"

"Sure," shrugged Rebekah.

I averted my eyes. There was no way my tender penis and balls could take the sight of Alex's monumental chest colliding with Rebekah's in congratulatory embrace. Fuck even the thought of it sent an excruciating surge through me, blood thumping painfully toward my groin again like a migraine. I staggered heaved myself with effort from the chair and staggered towards my trousers, pulling them up my legs and heading for the door in search of fresh air while the girls chattered excitedly about what had just happened.

A hand hit my shoulder. I snapped out of my daze. I had been sitting in the health centre waiting room with a can of Sprite from the vending machine for what I guess must have been ten minutes. The hand was Rebekah's. "You ok?" she laughed. "You must be knackered."

"In the very real sense of the word," I said, managing a smile and thinking of my aching balls.

The girls were dressed to leave. I stood with a little difficulty, my legs bandy. "Here's your coat Martin," said Alex, handing me my things. "We're going to the pub for a quick one to celebrate, and you're coming too."

"It'll just have to be the one," I said. "Big day tomorrow."

It certainly was going to be a big day. I had excused myself from the pub after a quick prosecco toast in honour of Rebekah's successful exam result and scurried back to bed to regain whatever strength I could muster, as not only had I had taken the day off work for a return visit to Stonemere Park in the afternoon, but I faced another session with Shelley straight afterwards.

My mobile rang as I was about to brush my teeth: it was Alex. "Why didn't you tell me she'd just split up with her boyfriend?" she complained.

"She... what?"

"After you'd left the pub we got another round of drinks and it all came out. She had a row with her boyfriend, basically," she lowered her voice, "he's never made her orgasm, but since she's been taking the titfucking lessons with you she's been getting these boobgasms, so she ended it with him."

"I see. Oh dear." I was struggling to find the right words.

"What have you done, Martin!"

"You're blaming me?"

"Martin you've left her a sexual cripple! She can't orgasm from penetrative sex any more, just titfucking. You... you've turned her into me."

I couldn't deny there was a pattern. When Alex and I had started going out, she'd just come out of a relationship with a man who had no interest in breasts whatsoever, and the lack of attention had driven her away in search of a tit fiend, posted an internet dating profile in a tight-fitting white T-shirt with (as it turned out) no bra underneath, whereupon she'd found me. I'd wanked myself to messy completion over that picture twenty times before we even met, and the affair we subsequently embarked upon was a titfuck rollercoaster, sexually satisfying for both of us, but emotionally unsustainable.

"You're saying that Rebekah's making the same mistake you did with me?"

"Mistake's a harsh word," said Alex over the phone. "I have fond memories of the time we spent together, especially the marathon titfucking sessions. As you know I've never experienced anything of the like since, and like Rebekah I haven't had an orgasm from full sex since we broke up. Seeing you two tonight I wanted nothing more than to push her away and use your hard cock to give myself a boobgasm of my own. You've found a way to get endless titfucks from beautiful busty women with no strings attached, and I'm very grateful to be involved because I'm getting kicks out of it too. But it's no replacement for the companionship of a loving partner."

She was right. And, for the first time in what seemed like ages, my thoughts turned to Emma. I'd not heard from her lately, but I remember that the relationship she'd been about to embark upon didn't seem to have gone anywhere. What was the guy's name? Henry? Had she now started dating him seriously and was that why I'd not heard from her? I guess I'd taught her to titfuck, like she'd asked - all she'd wanted to do was to please him in bed, and now she knew all the tricks, hell she'd given me the titwank of a lifetime in her final exam. I finally had to admit to myself that I had started falling in love with her, which was going to be a problem. In fact it was the opposite of what I had set out to do. Like Alex said, this was all about attempting to separate the two sides of my personality: the titfuck-crazed spunk machine and the ordinary bloke who wanted a girl he could go down the pub with.

But Emma was too adorable, and, importantly, she didn't seem to have caught the boobgasm bug the way Rebekah had. In fact she'd even attempted full sex, so her appetites appeared to be healthy. Regardless of her relationship status, at least I'd managed to keep her around as part of the LCTF operations, and I owed her an email or phone call about that at least. Last I remembered she'd been organising a casting session for the promotional video we were going to shoot.

I promised Alex I'd have a word with Rebekah. It was nice to see the big boob club stick together. They all had the same problem of what to do with obsessive tit-fetishist admirers.

Checking the LCTF email before bed I sighed at the backlog to do. A note from Coralie St John confirming the Stonemere Park visit. Good. A long email of casting profiles from Emma. She'd booked a studio on Saturday morning to do the casting. It was basically going to be a search for an Emma lookalike who didn't mind talking about titfucking on film. Deborah and Siobhan had both submitted application forms. I couldn't take more orgasms tonight, so I left them unread for now. Likewise the remaining stack of Stonemere Park boob essays which I'd still not managed to get through, even though I'd promised Coralie I'd mark them for tomorrow. Eighteen-year-olds writing at length about their burgeoning bosoms was something my libido just couldn't withstand at the moment. I logged off and went to bed.



L.C.T.F. Ch. 16



Over a breakfast of omelette, toast, and fried tomatoes I counted out the supplements for the day and necked them with a glass of orange juice. I was going to need all my strength and then some.

I had become a walking erection. Finding the ejaculatory regularity that would let me maintain my stamina was still proving difficult, and in any case I was finding that cumming any other way was out of the question. Masturbation now too painful, full sex too physically and emotionally exhausting. Washing my cock in the shower had become an extremely delicate operation lest I accidentally wank myself to completion.

My thoughts turned with apprehension to the dozen pairs of eighteen-year-old breasts with which I was to find myself confronted that afternoon at Stonemere Park school, and remembered the sheer embarrassment of the instantaneousness with which I'd spunked onto young Stephanie's quivering, domed chest, and concluded that I was going to have to cum at least once before heading over. I was going to need help.

'Emma, hi, it's Martin.'

'Martin!' Emma's voice sparkled down the telephone line. 'It's been ages, how are you? Titfuck university still a going concern?'

'Very much so,' I said, 'And I'm conscious of the fact I've owed you an update. In fact I wondered if you might come round this morning and help out with some business?'

'In fact I'm at a bit of a loose end, happy to pop round. What needs doing?'

'I... I have another class to give, over at the girls' school, and I need to... umm... let off a bit of pressure so I can retain my stamina when I get there. I need a titwank.'

'Okay,' chirruped Emma, 'I'll be half an hour.'

Sure enough, within thirty minutes, Emma was kicking off her shoes and skipping daintily into my apartment. Dammit I'd missed her. I tried to remember whether she'd stuck with that vintage online dating guy. The week's had been such a sexual whirlwind I was losing track of everything that was going on, and probably should have been doing a better job of remembering the important things in life.

The weather was taking a brighter turn, and Emma's hourglass figure was fetchingly wrapped in a floral cotton dress. 'I didn't bother with the bra,' she said, giving her improbably gravity-defying balloons a demonstrative wiggle. 'I figured you'd want to get the eruption out of the way, and by the looks of that tent in your bathrobe I've got here just in time!'

I hadn't bothered dressing.

'Let's sort you out, then,' said Emma, cheerily tugging open the sash around her waist and allowing the kimono-like dress to fall loosely open. Beneath she was wearing nothing but a minuscule pair of violet knickers.

'Oh Emma,' I moaned, taking in the sight of her indomitably cheerful face combined with her perky-nippled double-F-cups that glowed a deep flesh-colour, protruding jauntily from her slender torso.

Emma knelt, opened my bathrobe, and allowed my furiously twitching cock to enter into the soft, pillowy depths of her perfect natural cleavage. 'Someone's missed these boobies!' she remarked, as torrents of pent-up semen flew in thick violent jets over her creamy shoulders on onto the freckled expanse of her upper bosom and throat. She didn't even need to do anything, simply exist, with her exquisite, huge tits flanking my erection and her blue eyes smiling up at me. 'Feel better?' she asked softly.

'Again,' I gasped. 'Again. If you don't mind. I'm still hard.'

'Been a while, has it?' Emma held her boobs and tenderly squeezed them together around my raw cock, the fresh cum acting as much-needed lubricant, insulating my painful hardness from the outrageous stimulation of her phenomenal chest. I could feel the second orgasm welling achingly in my loins already, my brain's desire for release all over those perfect tits at extreme odds to my body's ability to comply. Emma judged the balance of firm and soft application of pressure with astute perfection. Her mastery both over her own breasts and my cock were ninja-class. I started to thrust gently back and forth, tingling pleasure coursing from my cock to every other extremity of my body with each tender stroke. Each descent of my delicate erection into the tight abyss of cleavage was matched by a well-judged and perfectly-timed squeeze of pressure from Emma, whose small hands were deftly manipulating her double-F-cups with the expertise of a master potter. Insert you own "jugs" joke here.

With a grunt, I unloaded again. It can't have been thirty seconds since the first orgasm, but I clearly wasn't done. Jets of second-batch cum spurted upwards every time my cockhead peeked into view under Emma's chin.

'Oh Martin, you poor thing,' said Emma with genuine concern, as semen painted itself onto her face and bosom. 'Do you have this problem a lot? I can't bear to think of you under this kind of pressure.'

'Don't let go of your breasts,' I said, terrified of how agonising the withdrawal of my cock from that divine cleavage would feel. 'Let's go to the sofa, I need to sit down, but I still need your boobs around my penis.' I staggered carefully backwards to the settee, Emma shuffling along on her knees keeping her tits in place (though so high-set and perky was her huge chest and so naturally tight her cleavage that she could probably have done so with her hands down by her side).

I managed to sit down with my cock still buried in tit, and looked with deep affection into Emma's cheerful eyes. 'I have a spare bedroom,' I said. 'I'd like you to move in, and work for me, here. LCTF is on the verge of exploding into something big, and I can't do it on my own.'

Emma's mouth fell open, a sticky strand of cum stretching elastically from lip to chin. 'Martin I don't know what to say...'

'You can take time to think about it,' I hastened, worried that perhaps I had pushed my luck.

'I don't need to,' she said, 'Of course I'll move in! This will be so exciting, I've always wanted to be part of a start-up business.'

'Well you're in on the ground floor,' I said. 'But it'll be a lot of work. I need help processing applications, running my diary, and I'll need pre-lesson release sessions like this maybe several times a day. You'll need to work with Nina at Storm In A G-Cup on our joint venture, and collaborate with Alex on my dietary requirements. And of course there's the promotional films to make.'

'I can't wait!' enthused Emma, writhing and kneading her heavenly boobs around my returning erection. 'I've believed in this since day one, I can't wait to be part of something so important to the sexual well-being of women and men!'

'Careful,' I gasped, 'You're going to make me cum again if you keep wriggling around.'

'Oops, sorry,' she blushed, 'May I disengage? I'll be careful.'

She delicately prised her breasts apart and allowed my semi-on to collapse, breathless, onto my left thigh.

'I'm going to need to wash now, before this afternoon's session at the school,' I said, standing and limping gingerly towards the bathroom. I contemplated asking Emma to help clean my cock, but given the choice of soaping my genitals myself and have Emma do it for me, the former option seemed to carry the slightly lower risk of ejaculatory conclusion. She'd have been happy to help, though, I was certain of it.

I managed to carry out my ablutions without jizzing into my soapy hand, but not without giving myself a rigid erection, and it was with an absurd tent in my bathrobe that I stepped back into the living room. Emma was waiting patiently, two coats of blancmange-like cum congealing on her bare chest, serving the incongruously modest purpose of hiding her small pale nipples from view like a cum bikini.

'All yours,' I said, gesturing to the bathroom door and trying not to look directly at the bosomy bounty on display. Emma smiled and jiggled past me to wash her chest.

I dressed, boner going nowhere, and sat down at my desk to contemplate the growing backlog of titfuck-related admin that was accumulating, and which Emma could help me out with. Highest on the list of priorities was the stack of essays the Stonemere Park sex-education pupils had written, and which I was supposed to have marked.

While Emma, shower-fresh, wrapped herself back into her dress, I rifled through the essays and lay them down on the coffee table.

'First thing you can help with,' I said.

'Ooh good!' Emma clapped her hands at the prospect of helping out. 'What do you need me to do?'

'You remember the schoolteacher we made the educational titfuck film for?' Emma nodded eagerly. 'She invited me to talk to her after-school club last Friday, and asked me if I would mark the girls' essays.'

Emma leafed through the papers. 'How sweet, they've all written about their bosoms,' she smiled. 'Have you not read them yet?'

I shook my head. 'I've started to, but they're just too much of a turn-on. These girls have all just turned eighteen and are for the most part alarmingly well-developed physically, which is the reason Coralie organises these extracurricular classes, to prepare them for the inevitable leering attention they will receive from men.'

'Yes,' Emma said, 'I can imagine that pages and pages of busty eighteen-year-olds describing their boobs would perhaps be a bit too much for your poor penis. I'll start reading them now.'

'Thanks, and please sum them up for me. And let's start a database of all these women, with their bra sizes and other characteristics.' I fired up the laptop. 'We should start sharing statistical data with Nina at the lingerie boutique and Alex for her ongoing research into my diet and supplements. There will be a lot they can learn from us, and vice versa.'

Emma sat back in the armchair and started working her way through the essays, noting the occasional detail in a spreadsheet. Meanwhile I logged into the LCTF email and started compiling a list of unprocessed applications. Half were from names I didn't recognise. It was thrilling and also daunting to see that the word was spreading. There were nearly twenty applicants. I was sitting on a goldmine. I was amazed that no-one else had ever thought to do this. It was like some X-rated version of GK Chesterton's Club of Queer Trades. I decided that on Monday I would quit my job.

'Martin, these girls are such an inspiration,' said Emma, halfway through the essays and clearly engrossed. I envied her the ability to read them without suffering the urge to masturbate furiously. 'They're clearly the stuff of any breast-fetishists dreams, but they have such sensible and healthy attitudes towards their own bodies and sexuality. I wish I'd had classes like this when I was at school.'

'Well, we're going to start making the world a happier place, and that starts with promoting the benefits of titfucking,' I said.

Emma looked up from the essays. 'May I come with you to the school this afternoon?' she asked. 'I have teaching experience and I'd love to meet these young women.'

*****

'Girls, you remember Mr Leyton from the London College of Tit-Fucking,' said Coralie. 'He's here to speak to us again about intermammary sex, and as you can see he has brought with him his assistant, Miss Enderby.'

Twelve pairs of curious teenage eyes swivelled simultaneously from me to Emma's loosely-shrouded bust, then up to Emma's face. They eyed her with interest and a hint of suspicion, an eyebrow raised in mild jealousy here and there. Another hen in the henhouse.

A hand shot up.

'Yes Esme,' said Coralie, pointing to a statuesque, striking girl whose bust was threatening, even whilst she was seated, to tear a taut school blouse to shreds.

'Miss Enderby, can you tell us what your work at the college entails!?'

'Excellent question,' said Coralie. 'Miss Enderby?'

Emma took a step forward. 'Well in fact it's my first day,' she said. I spotted Jodie and Josie exchanging conspiratorial glances. 'So I've yet to settle in. But I'll be processing applications, assisting Martin... I mean Mr Leyton... with his lesson plans, hopefully giving demonstrations too.'

'Miss Enderby will also be helping me to regulate my sex drive by administering pre-lesson orgasms, thus keeping premature ejaculation at bay.' Several of the girls looked enviously at Emma, who winked back. 'You'll recall what happened last week when I placed my erection between Stephanie's breasts.'

'Can any of you remember?' Coralie scanned the room expectantly.

Stephanie raised her hand.

'Apart from you, Stephanie. Yes, Sally?'

It was the tall, smart brunette who had met me at the gates the previous week, her thick wavy hair pulled back in a blue headband, her E-cups now sweaterless and bobbing suspiciously bralessly in a loose-fitting blouse, the top few buttons tactically undone. 'Mr Leyton ejaculated as soon as he entered her cleavage.' Sniggers around the room, Stephanie turned scarlet and muttered something under her breath.

'No need to laugh,' snapped Coralie, 'Remember that we're all here to develop mature attitudes to sex.'

'It's okay,' I said, 'It was embarrassing and wasn't meant to happen, and occurred precisely because I hadn't already experienced an ejaculation that day.'

'So,' said Sally, 'If Mr Leyton did it to me, now, it wouldn't happen again?'

I tore my eyes from the warm depths of her exposed cleavage just as she looked back to me.

Coralie turned to me. 'Have you regulated your libido today?'

I nodded. 'It was Emma's first duty as my assistant.' Emma grinned.

'Would you mind demonstrating on Sally?' said Coralie.

Ask a stupid question. 'Certainly,' I smiled graciously. An apprehensive hush fell over the late afternoon sunlit classroom. Emma swiftly crouched before me and started undoing my trousers while I shook my outstretched hands and performed some convincingly technical-looking breathing exercises.

Sally stood from her desk at the front of the class and slid round to approach me. Her chest bobbed under her untucked blouse. The effect was to make her look comically bloated, but I recalled her slender waist and realised it was an illusion created by the protruding nature of her chest.

Emma looked at Sally, then up at me in concern. 'You sure you don't need a quick extra release before doing this?' she whispered.

'Too late,' I whispered back as my redheaded assistant pulled down the waistband of my pants releasing my stiff erection with a twang.

Emma took a step to one side, allowing Sally to approach me at the front of the classroom. My cock twitched at the sight of her loosely swaying chest.

'It's very hard,' said Sally. 'If I take my blouse off do you promise not to ejaculate?'

'Absolutely,' I smiled, heart pounding.

Sally unbuttoned the few remaining buttons of her blouse and let it hang open. The two halves of the garment hung from the tips of her breasts, which protruded an alarming distance in front of her, cleavage dipping softly inwards toward her slender ribcage. Her stomach was indeed quite flat. She parted the blouse and let us all see her bare chest. My cock dry-twitched. Her breasts were the kind that jiggled a lot without losing their shape, firm, pouting, uptilted, but haphazardly unanchored to her body. Their undersides met with her ribcage with only the slightest dimple, otherwise she could barely have held a pin in place beneath them, let alone a pencil. Her nipples were girlishly pink, her areolae large, firm, and swollen, youthfully puffy. But the size of her breasts themselves was anything but youthful. Like many of the girls in the classroom she was remarkably well-developed for an eighteen-year-old.

'Kneel down,' I said, 'And hold your breasts together around my penis.'

I summoned all my willpower to contain myself as Sally's boobs enveloped me. Damn it felt good. This is what I had been missing in my youth. I thought of all those jocks of my own schooldays, the ones who always got the girls, and who probably wasted every opportunity they had for a sensation as blissful as this. 'Very firm,' I noted. 'Your breasts aren't as closely-set as they might be, so you will have to work to create friction which isn't naturally present.'

'Oh,' said Sally, a little put out.

'Not that that's a bad thing,' I hastened. 'All breasts are different, and the beauty of titfucking is to turn all their unique attributes to your advantage, to make the titfuck your own. The benefit of more widely set breasts is that you have complete control over the tightness of your cleavage. Someone like Emma here, who has very close-set breasts, has difficulty minimising her cleavage, and has to work with that instead. Or Stephanie, whose naturally-occurring deep, tight cleft propelled me to sudden orgasm last week.'

'Hands up if your breasts sit tightly together without a bra?' asked Coralie St John of the class.

A few hands went up, mainly the top-heavier girls, chests swaying enticingly under their school uniforms. I couldn't wait to inspect those chests more thoroughly.

I returned my attention to Sally, still gripping my bones with her youthful tits. 'Let them go for a moment.'

Sally relinquished the gentle grip on her breasts and let her hands hover in the air either side of them, letting them sway back outwards. The sudden change in pressure caused my cock to lurch, but I kept the wolf from the door just in time. 'Note, girls, how the natural space between Sally's breasts is slightly wider than the diameter of my engorged member.' Eleven heads craned from behind their desks to see better. 'Sally can choose to completely release me from her cleavage as she chooses, giving her a range of titfucking options a woman with a naturally tight cleavage doesn't possess. A good titfuck covers as wide a range of different tempos and degrees of friction as possible, the more variety the more control you have over the timing and force of your partner's ejaculation. Sally can reduce the intensity all the way down to zero. At least in terms of pressure and speed, that is. From an aesthetic point of view the mere sight of her breasts already sets the stimulatory level quite high, as you can see from the fact that I am still quite erect.'

'Thank-you,' said Sally. The girls sniggered.

I hadn't intended to compliment her. I needed to maintain a professional distance here. I continued. 'Sally could, if she chose, increase the pressure of her cleavage from zero all the way up to ten. Or she could apply a lower level of pressure, but increase the speed of upward and downward motion. By increasing and decreasing these two factors, Sally suddenly boasts a huge number of different titfucking gears to shift between.'

'I hope you're all taking notes,' Coralie advised the class. The hasty sound of scribbling filled the room.

I looked down at Sally, who was still kneeling patiently, her shapely breasts protruding, uptilted, a millimeter or two either side of my twitching scarlet erection. 'Sally, why don't you give me fifty percent cleavage pressure, and a very low level of friction.' I suppressed a sigh of ecstasy as Sally's hands encouraged her beautiful breasts inwards, burying my cock in their firmly upholstered grip. Then, she started to grind them very slowly around me, moving them in a very slight figure of eight motion. 'Excellent,' I said. 'Keep that going for a few moments longer, and when you feel that perhaps my erection is waning a little, I'd like you to do the complete opposite. Minimal pressure and maximum speed.

The sensuous cock-massage continued for at least another couple of minutes, while the girls, Coralie, and Emma all looked on in suspense.

'You still feel incredibly hard, sir,' Sally remarked eventually, 'Am I doing it wrong? Do you want me to switch styles now?'

Realising my erection was realistically going nowhere, I replied yes, and braced myself.

Sally very gradually both decreased the pressure of her cleavage to a light, breezy sensation, and started to lift her breasts up and drop them, again and again, repeatedly brushing my rigid penis up and down with gathering rapidity. 'How's this, sir?' she panted.




L.C.T.F. Ch. 16



She got her answer soon enough. I let out a sharp gasp as my testicles emptied themselves in a succession of thick creamy eruptions, high in the air, landing with a loud series of wet patters on the floor, and eventually sailing more gently into Sally's wavy chestnut curls and down her face, pink from exertion. The only cum that ended up on her tits was the watery precum that had been steadily streaming from me for the past few minutes, and the sticky remnants of the orgasm proper. By this point, Sally had let go of her tits entirely and had simply been bouncing up and down on her haunches, letting gravity and the bouncy inertia of her heavy breasts do the work. She stopped the rocking, and we all waited patiently while her breasts bounced to an eventual standstill of my own. Finally, as a kind of signature, my cock recoiled painfully and spat out a final, surprisingly substantial rope of milky jism which lay itself diagonally across Sally's teenage bust, from just below her rosy left nipple to where the pressure of her right bra strap had left a pink mark on her right shoulder the last time she'd worn it (I liked to imagine she had perhaps discarded the undergarment just before the lesson in excited apprehension of a possible titwank of her own).

Coralie clapped politely and the other girls joined in with rebellious teenage reluctance. 'An excellent demonstration,' she chirped. 'Thank-you Sally for volunteering.'

She passed Sally a box of paper tissues, but Sally, rising to her feet, declined. 'I'd like to keep it there for a while,' she said, looking down proudly at the cum-trophy with which I had awarded her magnificent young bosom.

'Quite understandable,' laughed Coralie indulgently. Sally returned to her desk, and while she was taking a surreptitious selfie of her bare spunk-strewn chest with her mobile phone, Jodie, the medium-chested of the three Jo's, strutted confidently to the front of the class.

'Yes Jo?' enquired Coralie.

Jodie shrugged. 'I want to go next.'

A noisy babbling clamour fell over the classroom as the girls, suddenly realising this was now a titfuck free-for-all, bickered over who should get their own pearl necklace, and in what order. Emma and I exchanged concerned glances. She was clearly thinking what I was thinking: that I really shouldn't have shot my first couple of loads onto her breasts earlier after all.

Coralie attempted to gain control of the situation. 'Quiet, girls! Quiet!' She walked over to Emma and me. I noticed her chest wobble in her blouse as I pulled my boxers back up over my heavy, tenderly wilting cock, and thought back fondly to the educational film the three of us had made for the class's benefit. 'Martin, what do you suggest we do?' she asked, the hubbub still raging noisily behind her. 'We can't just let one girl do it, the others will be furious, and if they complain I'll have hell to pay come parents' evening.'

'I can't come eleven more times,' I said. 'The supplements I take are good, but they're not that good. Besides, there's only half an hour left to the lesson.'

'They won't mind staying a little late if it means getting their precocious young titties lathered in semen,' reasoned Coralie.

Emma lit up. 'What about six double titfucks?' she leaned in and whispered. 'We could sort them into pairs of roughly similar height and breast size, and get through them like that.'

'Good thinking,' said Coralie. 'OK by you, Martin?'

'I guess so,' I said, still woozy from the cum-blast Sally had so competently drawn from me, and now shell-shocked at the prospect of probably breaking some kind of mass titfuck record, and under questionably ill-advised circumstances.

But it was too late to object: Coralie had silenced the class and announced the double titfuck speed-marathon to great delight from the room. 'I want you to line up in height order at the front of the class.'

Amid a screeching of chairs and bumping of tables, the sexy schoolgirls made their way excitedly to the front of the room, and the three of us in turn moved to the back of the class to survey their efforts.

'Esme, you're obviously the tallest so we'll have you here by the door,' said Coralie. Esme was at least six foot tall, sturdily built, awkward in her skin, with a svelte waist contrasting an enormous rounded bust that didn't fit into her blouse very well, and from the unflattering bulging beneath it was clear her brassiere wasn't doing a very good job of containing them either. I had got as far as her H-cup bra size before having to delegate the marking of that one to Emma, but it seemed that she'd be milking me dry sooner or later anyway.

After the statuesque Esme there was a sharp drop in height, with most of the girls around five foot six or thereabouts. Josie was next tallest, then Stephanie, then Joey, Emily, Suzanne (the freckled, exquisitely pretty brunette who had bared her striking puffy-nippled B-cups for the class the previous week), Jodie and the others, with a cavernous-cleavaged scruffy-haired girl called Elise the most obviously diminutive in height down the other end.

'So, girls,' Emma spoke up, 'Now we have to slightly reorganise you based on the size of your bosoms.'

The girls giggled, flushed with excitement.

'We need to have a roughly equal volume of breast either side of Martin's cock,' Emma continued, 'So we'll be doing this based on the actual size and mass of your breasts themselves, not your cup size. As you know, a 28D is a lot smaller in bulk than a 38D.'

The schoolgirls eyed each other up with uncertainty, and we didn't find the question much easier to resolve. Going by sheer mass, an instant and unfortunate observation was that Elise and Esme, at opposing ends of the height scale, were boob-size equals. Joey and Emily, on the other hand, were an easier pairing, although Emily's E-cups hung a little lower on her frame than Joey's did, even with a bra.

We decided we'd better make a start, and Emma instructed me to sit on a chair which she brought forward. Her idea was to solve the Esme/Elise height problem by having having the short Elise on her knees, and tall Esme cross legged opposite her, thus in theory bring both pairs of breasts to the same height either side of my groin.

'Elise, would you strip to the waist please?' asked Emma. The untidy pupil stepped forward and unbuttoned her school blouse, exposing more and more cleavage until the panels of cotton parted and we were all confronted with the breathtaking expanses of her juicy, wobbling teenage gazongas, barely contained within an unpadded but heavily underwired balconette bra in a floral pale blue. She hesitated, clearly rather shy under the penetrating gazes of her peers, then reached back and unhooked the bra, letting the cups fall silently from her chest. To my surprise her rounded, thrusting bosom didn't drop an inch. While elastically bouncy, her breasts were clearly incredibly dense, the sheer mass helping them lift themselves clear of her cutely rounded stomach with an incongruous illusion of weightlessness. Her nipples were flat, medium-sized, and a pale tan, puckered at the centre. And the natural cleavage between them looked vice-like. Gasps and chatter went along the line of girls as they surveyed their diminutive classmate's prodigious endowments, now stark naked in the afternoon sunlight. My cock, unsurprisingly, stirred and rose in my trousers.

Then it was Esme's turn. Her self-consciousness and introverted posture were profoundly at odds with her insanely horny physical attributes. Long shapely legs in grey woollen tights, flaring up to high, rounded hips in a tight, navy blue pencil skirt, into whose slim-fitting waistband was tucked, with visible effort, her school blouse, which far from presenting a smart figure was a mess of stress lines, huge gaps stretching open between the buttons, all of which looked liable to pop off if she ever stood up straight. Her broad shoulders told me that she was a swimmer, which must have been what was keeping her figure in such good shape. Her blue eyes looked down at the floor, her thin lips pursed. Her short hair was rebelliously spiky. At Emma's request, she undid the buttons of the blouse, the buttons and cotton flying outwards in relief. As she shrugged the blouse off, the room feasted its collective eyes upon the outrageous spectacle presented by Esme's attempt to stuff her massive jugs into a brassiere she had clearly way outgrown. The black cups dug deep into her flesh, and the thin shoulder straps were fraying visibly under the exertion.

'Stand up straight Esme,' said Coralie. 'Chest out. Remember what we said about posture.'

With a look of mild despair, Esme drew herself up to full height and arched her back. This was too much for her bra, and in a matter of seconds her mammoth meaty melons escaped the feeble cups almost in their entirety, a lopsided bulging mass of bare titflesh wobbling unsteadily beneath her chin. Her nipples were surprisingly tiny scarlet goosebumped nubs, dancing around, high on the bulbous summits of her bosom. 'This is why I slouch, Miss,' she mumbled. 'I keep outgrowing my bras.'

'We'll take you all into London to get fitted soon,' Coralie promised, 'I can't remember when we had such a fast-developing group of girls here.'

'Shall I take it off?' asked Esme, reaching behind her back with both hands. 'What's left of it anyway?'

'No,' I said, 'Not just yet. The bra is keeping your breasts held up and close together, which is a good match for Elise's. Elise, come here to my left and kneel until your bust is level with my groin. Esme, position yourself to my right and do the same.' 

The girls approached, while Emma reached down from behind me and extracted my now very stiff cock from my trousers. It twitched in nervous anticipation while the Elise and Esme shuffled into position, their chests moving about mere inches away on either side. They didn't realise it, but this was going to be a first for all three of us: I'd never experienced a double titfuck before, and frankly I couldn't have imagined a more perfect two pairs of boobs between which to do so now.

'Now move your breasts toward each other until your nipples are touching and my penis is trapped between them,' I said, trying to disguise the excitement I was feeling.

Esme and Elise very slowly manoeuvred their chests forward. The first thing I felt was Elise's solid warm boob stroke my stiffness on the left, tempered straight afterwards by the cold, jellying softness of Esme's on the right. The girls continued to squash their chests against one another, Esme's ballooning gazongas yielding tenderly to Elise's thrusting teen torpedoes. My cock, meanwhile, disappeared blissfully into the combined volume of dense tit.

'What do we do now?' asked Elise.

'Just writhe around, very slowly, grind your bosoms against each other, and pay attention to the hardness of my penis.'

Exchanging doubtful looks, the two young women started to squirm around my dick, mashing their big bosoms into one another and massaging me closer and closer to a fast-approaching orgasm. Every time the tip of my cock made an appearance, the cold air tickled me still further towards the edge, and the other girls all craned their heads in closer just in case the ejaculation was going to happen. Pre-cum was making all four tits more and more slippery, and the more the lubrication increased, the less grip the girls had on me, until finally the sloshing mounds of tit finally slapped and tickled me to orgasm. A fountain of jizz shot up from the epicentre of the boobquake, then another, then another. The class gasped, ooh, aah, as though they were watching a firework display.

Both Elise and Esme lurched back in surprise at the ferocity of the spunk-geyser, slimy white strands still connecting their wobbling bosoms to my pulsating member.

'Fucking hell!' exclaimed one of the Jo's.

'Language, Joanna!' barked Coralie, seemingly unaware of the absurdity of the situation, chastising one of her pupils for swearing while semen fountained through the classroom air in a nearly uninterrupted milk-white jet as my now unconstrained erection twitched and flailed helplessly between Elise and Esme's freely wobbling nude schoolgirl chests.

'When are you going to stop cumming, sir?' asked Esme, dodging a thick wad as it cascaded downward.

'Soon I... I hope,' I managed to say, as the final ejaculations surged from my agonised member.

'Now girls,' announced Coralie, as my cock finally stopped spunking, 'Usually by this point your partner's penis would have returned to a flaccid or at least semi-erect state, but as you can see, Mr Leyton is still standing proud, engorged, stiff, thick, throbbing...' she caught herself getting carried away. 'The point is, the supplements he is taking have left him ready, I assume, for our next two girls. Observe the colour. How would you describe it, girls?'

'Purple, Miss.'

'Scarlet.'

'Maroon.'

'Emily,' said Coralie to the lanky ash-blonde whose pendulous round E-cups swayed tantalisingly in a loose-fitting school blouse. 'Go fetch the tape measure from the class sewing kit. While Mr Leyton recovers, let's do a study of our own.'

With a bust-agitating hop, skip, and jump, young Emily bounded back to the front of the class with the fabric tape-measure in hand, her floaty, elastic bust seemingly incapable of standing still.. 'Would you like me to measure it?' she asked, blushing and breathless, glancing down at my cock, which twitched in apprehension.

'In a moment, Emily,' said Coralie, 'First I'd like you all to feel Mr Leyton's erection and make a mental note of how hard it feels, so you know what a full erection should feel like.'

Sally shoved her way to the front of the small throng, extended her hand, and wrapped her fingers delicately around my veiny member, gradually increasing the pressure to a moderate grip. Esme reached in and, not waiting for Sally to let go, grabbed the base of my cock, the heel of her hand gently crushing my trembling scrotum. I caught Emma's eye. She was thoroughly enjoying watching me being tortured like this. A mass of hands descended on my post-orgasmic erection, grabbing, squeezing, stroking, all taking a view on its rigidity.

Coralie handed out paper tissues. 'That's enough now ladies. Let's get our next two titfuck partners either side of Mr Leyton's penis. Stephanie, Lowenna, blouses and bras off please.'

The next hour passed in a blissed-out blur, uniquely perfect teenage tits of various shapes and sizes bursting forth from school uniforms and smothering my cock to a half dozen orgasms, the final one a painful dribble onto a rather disappointed pair of bosoms. I was close to passing out completely, and it was only with Emma's help that I staggered back to Stonemere railway station, a drained husk of a man. Which was probably just as well, as according to Emma's calculation we were only just going to make it back to my flat in time for Shelley's weekly titfuck lesson, and, as I explained drowsily to Emma on the train, my current state was probably the only way I'd be able to maintain the necessary stamina to instruct her.

'Will you need me to help you get hard?' Emma asked considerately. The train carriage was deserted apart from the two of us, thankfully.

I shook my head. 'Wait till you see her,' I replied.

'Are they big?' she pried, a hint of excitement in her voice where in another woman's would probably have been a hint of jealousy.

'K cups,' I said by way of clarification.

Emma counted through the alphabet on her fingers, then looked down at her own chest. 'Good heavens, they must be gigantic! I'm a double-F and look at mine!'

I resisted the temptation to gaze down Emma's no-doubt glorious cleavage. 'Her back's a lot smaller than yours, she's very skinny indeed. Not lucky enough to have your curves! So I think her breasts themselves are probably about the same size as yours, it's more the torso-to-bust ratio that makes them seem bigger.'

'And which explains the cup size,' said Emma. 'I've never been much of a bra person, so the sizes still confuse me.'

Emma not being a bra person was exactly the way I wanted her. Nature's busty child. To my surprise she linked her fingers comfortingly through mine as the train trundled up the branch line back towards London.



L.C.T.F. Ch. 17



A prim and well-spoken redhead, sits before the camera in medium closeup, smiling like a QVC presenter. Her hair is tied back, and she wears a tight white blouse with no bra beneath.

PRESENTER: Hello. I'm here to talk to you about titfucking. Believe it or not, six weeks ago I had never even heard about titfucking. Me! With these!

She indicates the large attractively-shaped breasts straining at her blouse.

PRESENTER: But, thanks to the LCTF titfucking course, I can now make a man ejaculate within less than a minute, simply by using my breasts.

TITLE CARD: "WHAT IS TITFUCKING?"

PRESENTER: If, like me, you are the owner of a large, beautiful pair of boobs, you will no doubt have a partner who is strongly attracted to them. These tit-obsessed men all harbour a secret desire: they want to insert their erect cocks into our cleavages until they ejaculate all over us. Sadly, most men are too embarrassed or ashamed to admit this craving, and as a consequence, many busty girls never learn to perfect a sexual technique they are in fact more than well-equipped to perform. As a result we leave our partners unfulfilled. Do you want your husband or boyfriend to leave you for a busty woman who can satisfy a simple need which you can't? Of course you don't. So, like me, learn the art of the titfuck. Here are some important tips I've learned over the course of my titfucking lessons at the LCTF.

TITLE CARD: "TIP #1 - GET YOUR TITS OUT"

PRESENTER: The first ingredient of titfuck is a fully erect male member. Now, we girls all know a number of ways to get a cock hard, for instance by administering a handjob. But in its purest form, a titfuck involves no manual intervention, that is to say only the breasts may come into contact with the penis. So, how do we do that? The first step is quite simple: bare your breasts.

She unbuttons her blouse and opens it to reveal her large nude breasts.

PRESENTER: If your boobs are in any way like mine, you'll have your man well on his way to an erection already, simply by exposing yourself like this. You'll notice I'm not wearing a bra. I don't need one, not with these perky tits. Maybe you do.

TITLE CARD: "TIP #2 - SHIMMY"

PRESENTER: But your partner, though already aroused by the sight of a gorgeous juicy pair of bosoms, may not yet have achieved the fully erect state necessary for you to proceed. In that case, you deploy the shimmy.

She starts to wobble her breasts, gently.

PRESENTER (still shimmying): Your partner is doubtless a breast-man, and if there is something no breast-man can resist, it is the inviting jiggle of a pair of shimmying tits. No need to overdo it, just get your breasts moving in steady ripples, like this. Any man looking at me would undoubtedly be sporting a healthy boner by now. But don't shimmy for too long, as you will risk provoking premature ejaculation. So make sure your man doesn't see me doing this! You wouldn't want him cumming over my boobs instead of your own, would you? All over my big, perfect boobs?

(beat)

Though I'm sure yours are just as nice as mine.

TITLE CARD: "TIP #3 - LUBRICATE"

PRESENTER: With a nice hard cock at your disposal, you will be keen to proceed. But beware: chafing is an uncomfortable nuisance for both of you. So make sure your chest is well oiled. Sexual lubricants are commercially available, but what if you forgot to buy it in your weekly shop? By this point your partner's cock will probably already be quite moist with precum, and you will be tempted to lubricate your cleavage with his secretions, but remember: no hands! So instead --

Her hand disappears down out of shot between her legs, fumbles for a moment, then reappears, visibly moistened.

PRESENTER: -- Use your own.

She rubs her wet hand into her cleavage.

TITLE CARD: "THE TITFUCK"

The presenter is holding her breasts tightly together with a dildo wedged between them.

PRESENTER: You will now be ready to move on to the titfuck itself... but that's what you'll learn if you sign up for our six-week course in titfucking.

She releases her breasts, the dildo falls.

PRESENTER: After that, we guarantee you'll be an expert. Visit us online or come to one of our open days to find out more. We hope to see you soon. But for now, have a great day, and happy tit-fucking.

*****

'What do you think?' asked Emma as I finished reading her script, heart pounding with arousal.

'You're absolutely sure you don't want to be in this?' I asked. 'The writing is very... specific.'

'Write what you know,' Emma shrugged by way of explanation. 'But the casting call for a big-busted redhead is already out. Shall we look through the resumes?'

It was Saturday morning and Emma had dropped by with another suitcase of things to put in the spare room - she would be moving in by the end of the month. But her enthusiasm for the work helping to run the business side of the LCTF was as abundant as the pale, lightly freckled FF-cup tits that jostled and brimmed from a dress that probably wasn't designed to be as low-cut as it had ended up on her buxom form. She had offered to act it out for me, but I was glad I trusted my instincts not to allow her to do that, as it would surely have ended messily.

I, meanwhile, was still suffering the fatigue of the previous evening's lesson with my arguably largest-breasted titfuck pupil Shelley, who had wrenched two devastatingly painful sack-loads of cum from me over the course of the hour, the only thing keeping me from climaxing several times more frequently having been a marathon series of double titfucks bestowed upon the sex-education class at Stonemere Park girls' grammar earlier in the day. A breakfast of an eight-egg herb omelette prepared to my cum-consultant Alex's exact recipe was slowly restoring me to health, but I was still in a largely vegetative state and was grateful to Emma for her efficiency and diligence.

'I've booked a rehearsal room at a theatre in town for the casting, tomorrow afternoon' she said, donning her spectacles and passing me a handful of acting CVs from women who presumably fit the bill. Though my cock still felt dead, I was intrigued at the thought of interviewing a succession of Emma clones, even if it were impossible to improve upon the original.

Leafing through the resumes, I did a double-take at one of the faces. 'This is Stephanie, from Stonemere Park,' I said in surprise, holding up the black and white head-shot. 'How did she know about this?'

'Coincidence, I guess,' said Emma. 'She must be on the casting database. Pushy parents, perhaps. In any case, she fits the description, and now she has actual titfucking experience with the master! Twice, in fact!'

'One and a half times, technically,' I noted. 'The second time was a double titfuck with Joey.' The memory of that particularly violent orgasm surged painfully through my convalescent penis. 'And Emma, please...' I gestured to her right nipple, pink, soft, gently inverted, which had managed to wriggle itself clear of the green dress neckline and was now pointing up nakedly at a jaunty angle.

'Oh goodness Martin, I'm sorry,' she flustered, blushing, and tugged the dress back up, shaking her glorious wobbly jug back into its precarious confines. 'I really must remember to wear a bra when we're talking shop. Business and bustiness don't go well together, do they.'

'Bustiness IS our business!' I corrected her. 'But yes, please try to keep your nipples from popping out when I'm in recovery mode.'

'I'm aware how much my bare bosom arouses you, how much it makes you want to cum,' Emma said, looking penitently past said jutting bust at the floor. Then she looked up craftily. 'I should make a note of that as a slogan. Bustiness is our business.' It reminded me of something Alex had once said, but I couldn't remember what.

'I should introduce you to Alex,' I said.

'We met once, ages ago,' said Emma, 'But I'm sure she won't remember me.'

'She's as boob-obsessed as I am,' I said, 'She'll remember you all right. But you should come along with me to see her on Thursday evening, and learn more about my programme of supplements and the research she's conducting around this enterprise, I'll need you to be on top of all of that.'

Emma nodded obediently, her cleavage wobbling along, and made a note in the diary. 'The week's looking pretty full now,' she said, leafing through the pages. You've a new pupil tonight...'

'What?' I spluttered. 'Who?'

'A lady called Deborah Stratton. She's asked to bring a work colleague along to watch, I said that was OK. They've both submitted application forms.' Emma handed me print-outs of Deborah and Siobhan's autoboobographies. A few months ago I'd have leapt at the chance to even spend time in the company of either of these gorgeous bosomy co-workers, and I amazed myself how much the thought filled me with dread. How was my cock going to cope?

'OK,' I sighed. 'And the promo casting is tomorrow?'

'Tomorrow afternoon,' nodded Emma, 'And then another new student tomorrow evening after that. Monday night is Helen Paisley, Tuesday evening I've slotted in another new starter now Rebekah Thornton has finished her course, you've got Alice Hunter on Wednesday, your weekly check-up with Dr Alex on Thursday...'

'She's not a real doctor,' I interjected rather cynically. 'She's a... homeopath or something.'

'Then Shelley Sinclair again on Friday.' Emma looked up from the diary. 'Oh, and I've spoken to a journalist at the local paper, she's interested in running a piece on you.'

'The local... the local paper?'

'Nothing like some free publicity,' Emma grinned with giddy enthusiasm. 'This woman Sadie Newton writes a weekly column on female body image and sexuality.' She reached into her satchel and drew forth the local rag, open at the appropriate page. I never read the South London Advertiser. The writer's byline picture was strikingly beautiful and included a tactically displayed column inch of cleavage. 'Boobs and bras feature heavily,' Emma continued. 'She'll love what you're doing. What we're doing.'

'I can't see this going down well in a family paper.'

'You'd be surprised how saucy she gets,' Emma winked.

I looked forward to finding out. 'When is the interview?'

'I'll see if she's free tomorrow morning before the casting.'

Nodding slowly, I took a moment to let all of this sink in, then turned my attention with trepidation to Deborah Stratton's application form.

*****

NAME: Deborah Stratton

DATE OF BIRTH: 27 June 1985 (30 years old)

CURRENT BRA SIZE: 28JJ

BRA SIZE HISTORY:

2003 - 30A, 32C, 32E

2004 - 30F

2005 - 32FF

2006 - 30HH

2007 - 32J

2009 - 34G

HEIGHT: 5'11"

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight

PLEASE TELL US WHAT YOU HOPE TO GAIN FROM THIS COURSE:

"I want to learn to love my big breasts again. They are mostly a nuisance and a distraction, but if I can put them to productive use sexually I hope that my relationship with them will improve."

WHAT IS YOUR EXPERIENCE OF INTER-MAMMARY SEX? PLEASE DESCRIBE IN DETAIL ANY NOTABLE ENCOUNTERS.

"Surprisingly few of my ex-lovers have expressed any interest in straddling my sizable bust and unloading their sperm onto it. I seem to mainly attract leg men, as I am tall for a girl. I have often had the suspicion that my chest has been somewhat off-putting to them. I'm not sure why as, despite my generous measurements, my breasts are classically well-formed (I've just seen that the next section is all about describing my breasts so I'll save the rest until there). I think the main problem for my partners is that they have become jealous at the attention I draw to myself in public, or at least the attention my chest draws to itself - beyond covering myself up to the best of my abilities there isn't a great deal I can do to hide the immensity of my bosom.

My first couple of boyfriends were, of course, breast obsessed, but hadn't the faintest idea what to do with them beyond grope, stroke, squeeze and jiggle them until they invariably jizzed their teenage pants. And because I was flat as a board until the very end of my final year at school, I had matured beyond the boys my own age, and so having my firm, perky E-cups endlessly fondled was unfulfilling sexually. So I would deny them the pleasures of my bust and insist on attention elsewhere on my body. The bigger my breasts grew (and they grew a lot in a short space of time), the less compelled I would feel to offer them up as sexual playthings, and men would get the message and not ask. Two or three times, when a partner has seen my breasts for the first time, they've unloaded at the mere wobbly sight of them. When I can't control my jiggling, and they can't control their cumming, that didn't make for an especially rewarding sexual exchange. It was as though the only things in the room were a cock and a pair of tits: the people they were attached to may as well not have been there. If an errant boner did occasionally end up lodged within my deep, tight cleavage, I would indulge a few greedy thrusts in and out, but would guide matters back to my neglected intimacy down below. It now saddens me when I think back to all the soft jiggly titwanks I could have been giving through years, especially when I consider how powerfully and copiously my younger lovers would ejaculate whenever I gave them handjobs or sucked them off."

GIVE A DETAILED WRITTEN DESCRIPTION OF YOUR BREASTS AND YOUR EXPERIENCE OF LIVING WITH THEM.

"My boobs are round and pointy at the same time, if that makes sense? Heavy, round teardrop shapes that get pointier as they approach the nipples. Size-wise, the average outstretched hand will barely get a quarter of the way around them, which makes them impossible to hold all in one go. They're each about the size of a football, I would say. My nipples are small - I hate the assumption that us big-titted women all have huge pancake nips. Mine are the size of cherries, a shade of pink or scarlet (depending on how aroused they are), and lightly goosebumped. The texture of my breasts isn't as firm and dense as it was when I was an E-cup at 18, but despite the fact that they are now at least three times the size and weight, they are pleasingly weighty, and though jiggly they do tend to maintain their shape even when thoroughly jostled. They sit naturally very close together, and when not in motion do form a cleavage which has often been mistaken for the product of an expensive push-up bra. In fact their uptilted form and positioning on my chest means that, were it not for the fact that I would be causing car crashes everywhere I went, I would happily get away with going braless. But then the jiggle factor comes into play, and I have to behave myself and strap the puppies in or I would spend my life surrounded by boners. And I say that from experience. I visit to a mixed-gender sauna in Germany once ended up with the entire local fire brigade, who were visiting at the same time, reaching for their towels to conceal their throbbing members. Another missed opportunity for titwanks, now I think of it, I could have had the sum contents of the entire fire brigade's testicles pasted all over my bosom in the space of a few minutes..."

*****

'Fuck!' I exclaimed in angry exasperation as my cock spontaneously spat out a couple of tablespoon's worth of cum in one near-uninterrupted blast that filled my boxer briefs in a sudden flood of warm, messy discomfort.

Emma looked up from her paperwork. 'Martin, please tell me that application form hasn't made you...'

I nodded shamefully, setting Deborah's print-out down on the desk and standing awkwardly. Fortunately the spunk was so thick and stodgy that it at least wasn't running down my leg, but walking was still difficult as I made my way, bandy-legged, to the bathroom.

Emma stood tentatively in the doorway, unsure of what to do to help, as I carefully opened my trousers and began to scoop the white gunk from around my cock and balls with toilet paper wrapped around my hand.

'You see Emma, this is getting absurd,' I said, big thick strands of fresh jizz stretching from my trousers to the bathroom basin as I dealt with the bulk of the issuance. 'I'm massively over-producing sperm but all these tits are such an insane turn-on that I don't have the stamina to keep myself from ejaculating, even when I'm simply reading about them! I need to be able to titfuck for hours, shoot my load, then start over again straight away. I was trying to save myself for later, but look at all this cum!'

'It's certainly a lot,' Emma said from the doorway, surveying the mess I was attempting to clean up. 'Does it not help if I give you a regular titfuck or two? When I'm living here I'll be able to do it for you any time you need it, any way you like, you can stick your penis into my tight deep cleavage and fuck away, or I can use my bosoms to masturbate you, or you can simply watch as I jiggle them until you cum all over the place hands free. Won't that help?'

'It will,' I conceded, 'But we need to get the timing right, to time it around my dietary supplements, and also around the lessons, and how often I'm likely to cum, and so forth. We'll bring this up with Alex on Thursday. What time is Deborah due this evening?'

'6pm,' said Emma.

'Then perhaps you could give me a titfuck at three, and maybe another at four depending on how urgent the need appears to be?'

'Yes sir!' saluted Emma, her beautiful double F bust wobbling to pert braless attention in her low-cut dress as she snapped her heels. 'Though I can't help noticing you're still hard, Martin. Should I...?'

'Let me review Siobhan's application first,' I said. 'I'll read it with my cock out to save on laundry, at least.' I pulled my trousers and pants down, throwing both into the basket.

Returning to the desk, my thick semi-erect prick lolling from thigh to thigh in weary anticipation, I picked up Siobhan's application and began to read. Emma kept a close eye on my groin this time.

*****

NAME: Siobhan Donnelly

DATE OF BIRTH: 4 March 1987 (28 years old)

CURRENT BRA SIZE: 34E (36F when on period)

BRA SIZE HISTORY:

2002 - 28A

2003 - 30B

2004 - 30E

2005 - 32F

2006 - 34E

2010 - 36D

2012 - 34E

HEIGHT: 5'7"

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight

PLEASE TELL US WHAT YOU HOPE TO GAIN FROM THIS COURSE:

"I have no real expectations. My friend Rebekah is a graduate and has convinced me to give it a try. I guess I'd like to improve my titfucking technique."

WHAT IS YOUR EXPERIENCE OF INTER-MAMMARY SEX? PLEASE DESCRIBE IN DETAIL ANY NOTABLE ENCOUNTERS.

"I've done it a few times that I can remember, always with older partners, and certainly not recently. When I was eighteen I went out with a guy in his thirties, and my boobs had just enjoyed a phenomenal growth spurt over the summer, from a B cup to an E. He had an advanced boob fetish, in fact it was his addiction to pornography that brought our brief fling to a close. I now realise he was using my overdeveloped teenage breasts to act out various fantasies he had seen in porn, of which titfucking was obviously one. He wasn't very good at it, straddling my chest as I lay on his single bed and scooping up my firm tits around his cock while he tried to poke it in and out. When I took control of my own tits and used them to basically wank him off he ejaculated gratefully, but not especially forcefully, which I imagine was as much a disappointment for him as it was for me. The subject of titfucking arose again in subsequent relationships in my late teens when I seemed more prone to attracting breast-men, but my recollection was that the act always turned out to be more complicated to perform than either of us had anticipated, and the few cumloads that did end up being issued while still between my breasts were frustratingly overdue. I'm certain the problem was never my breasts themselves, which my breast-fetishist partners have always effusively praised and which, when exposed, have rarely failed to spur a man to a swift full erection. It's just that the titfucking element would exhaust his patience and mine, and while it made for fun brief foreplay, it would swiftly move on to him wanking himself off onto my chest (always the biggest cum quantity), or me wanking him off with my hand. I gave a few blowjobs that ended with a hands-free finish onto my breasts, if that is of interest to you."




L.C.T.F. Ch. 17



GIVE A DETAILED WRITTEN DESCRIPTION OF YOUR BREASTS AND YOUR EXPERIENCE OF LIVING WITH THEM.

"My breast size and density fluctuates depending on the time of the month, which is expensive when it comes to lingerie. I have two sets of bras, one in either a 34E or a 36D, and one in an alarming 36F, which is the only size which seems to contain my swollen period-puppies reliably. The growth can come about very quickly, and I have found that where the 34E fits me at breakfast, by the end of the first day of my period I'm almost completely out of the cups, which can be extremely embarrassing not just because of the wild boob-wobbling that ensues but because my areolae are big puffy ping-pong ball-sized hillocks even when unaroused, which will be clearly defined against even my thicker tops. The friction then sets off my thick nipples at their summits, which then protrude even further outwards. Obviously I try to avoid this happening. My skin is very pale, and my areolae and nipples too, the former almost skin-coloured, the latter a gentle shade of pink.

My boobs are a nice shape, I guess what you'd call "normal". Straight slopes above the nipple, full rounded curves below. My nipples point out dead ahead, not perky, not droopy. They look good in a bra - I have observed that there's a limit to what a bra can contribute to the actual shape of the breast. Great tits look better in or out of a bra, and experts inform me that I have great tits.

I don't generally dress to show them off except on special occasions. On the whole I get a lot of enjoyment from the surprise on acquaintances faces when I do "get them out", and they wonder where I've been hiding them all along. Real breast-men, of course, can spot a large natural rack straight away, but I'm always surprised how unobservant most men can be when it comes to identifying the clues - the firm bulge of a minimized bosom under an armpit, the posture and wardrobe of an over-developed woman struggling to conceal her assets.

I was a late developer, relatively. Most of the girls had already had tits for a couple of years before I got mine, but when I did, I outgrew most of them. At least I was lucky enough to keep my flat figure for the years when school sports mattered, and then, during A-levels, I blossomed, outgrowing bras at a rate with which my bra-buying budget could not compete. At first they were high domes, and lots of people assumed I had had breast implants because they had that fake semisphere appearance, but after a year they settled down to a more classical shape, and softened a little too, which was a nuisance because they had previously been firm enough that I could save money and not bother with a bra. When, upon starting university, I grew to what turned out to be an F-cup on my teensy frame, I really had to get some support..."

*****

'I don't mean to interrupt, Martin,' Emma's voice drew me suddenly from my enraptured state, 'but you've been leaking pre-cum for the past couple of minutes. Would you like me to... help?'

Her hand was hovering near my twitching cock, which was indeed streaming like a runny nose on a cold day.

'God no, no hands, whatever you do,' I blurted. 'You'll half kill me.' Emma withdrew her hand hastily, a deep scarlet colouring her pretty, chastened features. I realised she was right though: I had yet again allowed myself to get aroused past that unfortunate point of no return. I wasn't going to lose this erection without emptying my sack. But what better way to do so than in copious amounts onto the perfect heaving bosom of Emma Enderby. 'How about you just, umm...' I took in her physique, chest on the brink of escaping her dress, and remembered the pale inverted nipple's earlier bid for freedom. 'How about you shake your breasts until they bounce out of your dress, and let me climax just from watching?'

'If that's what you think you need,' said Emma with a kind smile, and, hands placed primly behind her back, started a gentle tit-shimmy. With the slightest undulations of her shoulders she was expertly able to send her heavy breasts into unstoppable wobbling cycles of motion, their bare, freckled, upper domes surging and billowing, jostling and careening violently into one another, the bulging lower halves held only just in place by the tight-fitting, unsupportive cups of her dress. The perky tips of her perky tits were digging into the struggling garment's low neckline, just out of view, and were valiantly attempting to hold the fabric up to cover Emma's nipply modesty. Left, right, left, right, my eyes followed those tits to and fro. It was like Centre Court at Wimbledon. New balls, please.

'Are you sure you... are you sure you don't....' Emma breathed as she allowed her own barely-covered breasts to wobble her to a heightening state of arousal. 'Are you sure you don't want me to fffffuck you with these?'

'I don't think I could cope,' I drawled, mouth and cock drooling in equal amounts at the jiggling display happening mere feet away. 'I just need to cum long and slow.'

'But imagine if your cock was thrust deep in here, in my big comfortable cleavage, while I was jiggling like this?'

'I'd cum too hard Emma, you know that,' I protested. 'I want to, you know I want to, but I don't want to cripple myself ahead of tonight's lesson.'

'Well, here they come then,' said Emma, brow furrowed, eyes half shut. 'I can feel the neckline of my dress is about to give in to my big shaking boobies, Martin! They're going to bounce right out! You ready? You ready?'

'Yes!' I exclaimed in greedy desperation. 'I'm gonna cum!'

With a flourish, Emma gave her shoulders an extra strong shimmy. Her small pale nipples flicked, spring-loaded, upwards, a good few inches clear of the elasticated decolletage. The fabric vanished instantly downwards, deep into the crevasse where her round breasts met her ribcage. Now completely unrestrained, the abandon with which Emma's huge, perfectly-formed breasts jiggled up and down and back and forth was nothing short of magnificent.

Semen flowed from me in a series of sense-numbing sighs, ropes of the stuff flying back over my head, onto my face and chest, as my cock pulsated in sheer relief. It felt less like an orgasm and more like a long-overdue piss, unburdening my body in long grateful expulsions. 'Oh fuck,' I wheezed, face plastered in my own seed. 'Oh fuck.'

Emma tugged the neckline of her dress back up and shook her gorgeous bust back into it, snapping the elastic back, just above her nipples. 'Feel better?'

I nodded with a wince and a contraction of my body. My cock was still busy with its final dry heaves, recoiling spunklessly like a headless chicken. Emma consulted the list on the refrigerator door and started counting out my supplements from the array of small plastic prescription bottles on the kitchen worktop.

'Get these down you,' she said, taking my hand, filling it with vitamins, and setting a glass of water down in front of me. 'Now you're purged, let's build you back up from scratch. I'll make you one of these protein shakes too.'

I sat at the kitchen table, my own semen stinging my eye as it crawled down my face toward my lip, yet more drawing half a dozen thick milky lines down my chest and stomach, pooling around the base of my cock, and stared at the coloured pills in my hand while Emma busied herself with a big container of bodybuilding powder and the food processor, her braless chest skipping in time with the merry tune she was whistling. What the hell was becoming of my life?



L.C.T.F. Ch. 18



'Are you sure you wouldn't like a cup of tea?' Emma took Deborah's jacket, which the tall slim brunette shrugged backwards into her waiting hands, causing her breasts, huge, wobbly and upturned, to shake cheerfully beneath a thin top and what was clearly a non-underwired bra beneath that. After Rebekah, Deborah Stratton was a close runner-up in the best-tits-at-work rankings I regularly compiled during idle office daydreams, with Siobhan a distant third place (though Siobhan was by no means unendowed in the bust area). I had perved Deborah's exquisitely top-heavy figure in opportune stolen glances across the open-plan office space at work, and diligently maintained eye contact during our few interactions in meetings, but I now had free licence to direct my lustful gaze unashamedly up and down her body, my libidinous leering only weakly disguised as professional interest. Though her boobs were technically slightly smaller than Rebekah's, Deborah's height and skeletal measurements through rib cage, hips, and legs threw her jutting, jostling jugs into truly striking contrast. Both had boyish hips, but where Rebekah was shorter, slightly stocky of build and thus more proportional when it came to her double-Gs, Deborah was cartoonishly out of proportion, a willowy stick figure with two watermelons appended.

Siobhan had arrived ten minutes before and had accepted a glass of wine, sitting in the corner and sipping it quietly. I has seen her shapely soft pale E-cups when she'd flashed them in the pub and elicited a generous and forceful hands-free load from my straining cock, so while of course I couldn't wait to see them again and feel them rub against me, some element of mystery was now lost. Deborah was still the holy grail of workplace tit fantasy, the last remaining conquest of my office fantasies, and not only was I about to see them unleashed at my command, I was going to be repeatedly spunking all over them whilst being paid for the privilege. It suddenly seemed that anything was possible. How many men in the office had dreamt of this? Who would have guessed it would be me, nerdy skinny Martin, who would end up getting to live it?

'What's the procedure then?' said Deborah. 'Ooh, wine, I'll take that instead,' she said, seeing the bottle on the worktop and then spotting Siobhan in the corner, giving her colleague and friend a bosom-bothering wave hello. I couldn't help but stare in awe at the impossibly uptilted sculptural form of her clearly not very well-supported chest, breasts tapering from swollen rotundity to prodding conical tips two-thirds of the way up, that, in their rare moments of motionlessness, jutted upwards and outwards at perfect 45-degree angles. Though Emma had expertly drained my balls onto her own beautiful bust earlier in the day, I could already feel my balls refilling, steadily and unstoppably, like lavatory cisterns. And my limp, tactically exhausted cock, was stirring painfully.

'So, is this a double lesson...?' I asked, looking at Siobhan and Deborah, and then at Emma.

'Siobhan's here for moral support,' Deborah explained. 'I hope you don't mind, I was a little nervous about my first time.' The thought of robbing a woman with Deborah's prodigiously bosomy appearance of her titfuck virginity only served to accelerate my genitals' recovery time.

'I promise not to say anything,' said Siobhan. 'I'll just watch. So I know what to expect when I have my first lesson.'

'Absolutely fine,' I said. 'In that case I guess we'd better get started!' I then heard the words 'Take your top of please, Deborah,' come out of my mouth, and I couldn't quite believe I was saying it. But instead of the slap in the face that request would normally have invited, Deborah obligingly took hold of the hem of her beige cotton T-shirt and lifted it, with difficulty, past her protruding chest and up over her head. The bra she was wearing beneath it was made of a black mesh so sheer to be practically transparent, and her claret nipples strained eagerly at the fabric.

'That's a... nice bra,' I said.

'Thanks,' shrugged Deborah, throwing her T-shirt toward Siobhan, who, wine glass in hand and as spellbound in the presence of Deborah's lingerie-clad chest as the rest of us, completely failed to catch it. 'It certainly doesn't leave much to the imagination, does it? Can you see my nipples?'

We all nodded.

'And it doesn't do much to stop them bouncing,' Deborah continued, and started to hop gently on the spot, causing her bust to wobble hypnotically up and down. 'To be honest I might as well not be wearing it. Shall I just take it off?'

'Yes please, Deborah,' I croaked.

The tall, skinny woman reached behind her and snapped open the elasticated backstrap of the undergarment, then reached with her other hand between her boobs and tugged the whole thing free of her chest. Her liberated breasts surged forward and bobbed and jostled ponderously, her small nipples floating, raspberry red, on a sea of cream. What a pair of tits. There was barely enough room on Deborah's small frame for one of them, let alone two, and now they weren't forcibly separated by the cups of the bra, they gravitated towards each other, forming a spectacular natural cleavage. 'I showed you mine, now you show me yours,' she teased.

I stood and pulled down the light trousers I had started wearing for the sessions, and my cock, semi-erect, lolled out, swaying heavily.

Deborah pouted. 'Aw. Siobhan got a big ejaculation when she showed you hers. Are mine not as nice?' Siobhan took a sip of wine and gave a big smug grin at us all from her vantage point in the corner.

'Martin's ejaculated several times today already, in preparation for the lesson,' interjected Emma hastily.

'It helps me preserve my stamina,' I added, 'Emma here works for me full time now, siphoning off excess sperm build-up before I give my lessons.'

'Nice work if you can get it!' murmured Deborah in admiration, properly inspecting Emma's shapely figure for the first time. 'Beats working in sales at any rate!' She laughed, hands on narrow hips, and her huge bare chest shook.

Emma looked demurely at the floor (at least what she could see of the floor beyond the bosom which jutted seven or eight inches in front of her). 'I suppose,' she shrugged, a sly smile on the corner of her lips.

'So,' I tried to steer the conversation back to the matter in hand, 'You'll be working from a pretty much flaccid penis, meaning that the marvelous appearance of your bust won't give you the head start it otherwise might have done.'

'Quite the charmer!' Deborah looked over at Siobhan, who winked back at her. Deborah eyed me inquisitively, then looked down at my stirring, thickening cock, and approached, hand tentatively outstretched towards it.

'No hands,' I chided. 'That would be cheating. This is a titfuck class, not a handjob class.'

'But a handjob would get you hard, no?' Deborah looked slightly puzzled.

'Bear in mind that I've already cum twice in the past two hours,' I said. 'My cock is still rather tender and sore, and manual intervention may prove to have the opposite effect - the discomfort may prove to be something of a turn-off. This is where your breasts come into their own. Soft, pillowy, soothing, and... put your hand in your cleavage and tell me whether it's warm or cold.'

Deborah slid her fingers between her beautiful big boobs. 'Surprisingly cool,' she noted.

'So, much like an ice pack on a sore head, your cooling breasts will serve to restore my aching penis to full functionality far more effectively than your hand would.'

'I get it,' Deborah nodded.

'He's clearly thought this through,' conceded Siobhan from the corner.

'Shall I...?' Deborah motioned to kneel. I nodded, and she descended onto her knees, advancing her outstretched chest toward my groin by shuffling along the carpet. My cock plunged gratefully into the soft, soothing, cool depths of her doughy cleavage, and I let out a gasp of relief. 'How's this?'

'It's a good start,' I said, trying not to cum.

'Are you going to fuck them?' Deborah asked. The two of us were motionless in this position.

'That would certainly be one way of proceeding. But wouldn't you rather be in control?'

Deborah took her immense breasts in her hands, lifted them a few inches, then, uncertainly, let go. They plummeted heavily, swiping my cock and landing with a thud on my ballsack, then bouncing back up. This bouncy momentum proceeded to give my cock the titfucking of a lifetime, with no further intervention necessary by the tall brunette. 'Bouncy aren't they? They're jiggly, too.' With a slight shimmy of her bony shoulders, Deborah set her mammoth bust into a sideways wobble, letting them jostle and careen with my stiff twitching member helplessly adrift in the middle. She looked up at me. 'Is this the right thing to be doing? Is this a good titfuck?'

'It's... not bad,' I breathed, thankful that I'd unloaded twice onto Emma's tits before this session. I was in tit heaven, the sensational reality of even this very simple titfuck from Deborah surpassing my every fantasy about her. Deborah's beautiful big breasts had a unique, almost rubbery texture to them, pliant but firm, smooth and cold to the touch. 'Here, let me show you.' I reached down and intercepted Deborah's freely carousing jugs with my lustful greedy hands and stopped them dead. Fuck, those tits felt good. Deborah gave a small yelp of surprise at my sudden grope but did not protest, instead watching my actions with studious interest. Having appraised the density of these remarkable mammaries, I squeezed them gently together around my dick and started to rub them up and down its angry shaft. 'As you can see, Deborah,' I said, 'I'm using your breasts to stimulate my erection. So it's like a handjob, but with tits.'

'Got it,' said Deborah. 'May I take over?'

'Certainly.'

Deborah and I carefully swapped control of her sumptuous bust without releasing the pressure on my cock, and Deborah resumed the steady wanking-off.

'Bear in mind,' I said, 'that the male member is just as sensitive to changes of tempo during a titfuck as it is during a handjob. So if you speed up or slow down, you'll feel the throbbing response between your breasts. It's useful if you feel your partner losing his erection.'

'No chance of that,' laughed Deborah, still pumping away. 'You're absolutely rock hard. I'm impressed! But let's see what happens if I...'

With an abrupt change of gear Deborah started slapping her heavy jugs up and down the length of my cock with unexpected vigor. I reacted with a sharp intake of breath, which Deborah noted. She switched straight back to a very slow massage for a few seconds, then resumed the hearty wanking.

'Christ,' I exclaimed. My balls could take no more and a stream of jizz erupted from the tip of my cock which at that moment had emerged from the depths of Deborah's cleavage. 'Oh Christ!' Cum rained down on Deborah's creamy jugs as I started to thrust in and out of the tunnel she was holding in place for my lascivious benefit.

'Should I not have slowed down?' Deborah asked with furrowed brow as I pumped her tits in horny fury, the last few ribbons of jism landing on her shoulder.

I carefully withdrew my thick wilting cock from the sticky depths of Deborah's cleavage.

'Oh dear, ' she continued, aghast, 'Does that mean the lesson is over already?'

I gulped from a glass of water which Emma helpfully placed in my hand, and slumped down onto the settee. 'No, this is just the beginning,' I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my least spunky hand. 'I'm now, quite literally, spent. I've shot an enormous load all over your tits. But you need to gain control again. How do you do that?'

The topless woman frowned. 'Get strict?'

'This isn't Fifty Shades of whatever,' I said. 'I'm a breast fetishist, you have great tits. Let's work with that.'

'Ummm,' said Deborah, and with confusion in her face, got another shoulder shimmy going. Oh fuck, I thought, staring at the gorgeous wobbly spectacle before me, please don't make me come again so soon, I can't take it.

'Something like this?' she asked, pointing, quite unnecessarily, with both forefingers, to her jiggling naked assets.

'Jiggling always works,' I said. 'Look how my cock is stirring again, so soon after such a powerful ejaculation.'

'I can see it moving,' said the tit-wobbling Deborah.

'Women with big tits,' I warmed to my theme, 'always underestimate the power of jiggling. There is nothing more likely to elicit an erection from a breast man than a good old-fashioned shimmy. The motion of a pair of breasts reveals so much: the mass, the weight, the volume, the elasticity, seeing tits in motion is the closest a man can get to touching them.'

'Oh my goodness,' said Deborah, still wobbling steadily, 'I had never thought of it like that. So when my tits bounce in the gym or when I'm running for the bus... Or doing anything for that matter... I'm kind of letting everyone watching feel me up?'

Both Siobhan and Emma both looked down at their own chests, taking this information in.

'The people who know a thing or two about breasts, certainly, will be able to draw instant conclusions. They will be able to close their eyes and picture your bouncy breasts in their hands, to imagine how good they feel.'

'That's... quite a turn-on,' said Deborah in mild surprise. 'So you mean to say that every time you've seen me in the office and my chest has bounced, you've been able to... feel them?'

'I wish I could say that were true,' I said, 'But my fantasy fell far short of the reality.'

'Oh fuck,' Deborah slurred and tumbled forward, depositing her chest clumsily in my lap, scooping my snoozing cock up into its welcoming grasp. 'That's so hot.'

My eyes bulged as my cock mingled with Deborah's heavenly tits. The woman was clearly getting caught up in the sexuality of the moment. I looked up and saw Siobhan and Emma exchanging concerned looks while the lesson threatened to escalate into a full sexual encounter. Emma herself had got carried away with this in the past, and was clearly recognising the early symptoms in Deborah. Poor Siobhan, meanwhile, had no frame of reference and was clearly worried that she'd found herself not in a sex education class but in a full blown orgy.

'Whoah there,' I said with a nervous laugh. I steadied Deborah's shoulders with calming hands. 

As though snapping out of a trance she lurched back on her haunches, her face beet red, her long chestnut hair an untidy jumble. 'I... I'm sorry, I got carried away,' she murmured.

'Let's try to stick to the main point of the lesson,' I said, 'And focus on getting me hard and making me cum, just with the use of your breasts. It's tempting to see this as fun, but I really need you to concentrate and take it seriously.'

Deborah nodded, contrite.

'Along with jiggling, another useful piece of titfuck foreplay is simply to talk about your breasts. Or any breasts. A boob man will never tire of hearing you talk about boobs. What might strike you as mundane and trivial will drive him crazy.'

'My mind has gone blank,' frowned Deborah.

'Just talk about your day, from a boob perspective.'

'Well, I sleep with a bra on,' began Deborah. She effected a hand-bra by way of demonstration, smooshing her breasts into her chest, boobmeat oozing out between her fingers. 'I don't know whether that's a right or a wrong thing to do, but I believe it helps my breasts keep their perky shape. With tits these size I run the risk that they'll end up down at my ankles one day. So I do anything to help combat the effects of gravity, and wearing the bra at night compensates for the times when I go braless during the day. After having worn the bra all night, the first thing I do in the morning is snap it off, throw it in the corner, and set my boobs free, giving them a good jiggle to wake them up.' Deborah cast her hands away, releasing her bare breasts which jostled merrily. 'I then shower, relishing the invigorating massage which the powerful jets of water give my breasts. The nipple stimulation tends to turn me on, and if I'm feeling a bit sex-starved and have the time, I'll lift the shower head down and aim it directly at my hot neglected pussy, move it round and round in little circles, fucking myself with the fountain of warm water...' Her eyes closed as she found herself mentally transported to this occasional morning routine.

My dick was back to full one hundred percent erectness, an effortlessly solid engorged column sticking straight up from my hungry groin.

Deborah continued. 'After my shower I dry myself off, though in summer I like to shake my breasts dry.' She stood, drawing herself to full height, and raised her arms to tie her long chestnut hair back in a rough bun. Her breasts protruded in an unsteady hover, and it didn't take much of a shoulder shimmy to set them into stormy undulations. 'I love the sound they make when they're wet, slapping and clapping into one another. Of course, Martin, they're dry now, so you'll just have to imagine the sound while you watch.'

Emma, Siobhan, and I all watched, slack-jawed. Deborah's tits were truly beautiful. I could sense a little envy in Emma, who, with her womanly hourglass hips and plump (yet taut) buttocks, probably coveted Deborah's otherwise emaciated proportions, the strange and stark contrast of the brunette's cold, hard rib cage behind the sumptuous double-G melons that wobbled outward. But Emma had no cause to worry, not as far as I was concerned anyway. Although Deborah was putting on an outrageously horny show, I couldn't resist stealing glances at Emma who, fully clothed and unmoving, was nonetheless giving my topless student a run for her busty money. In fact, the thought of Emma's generous behind suddenly stirred in me a long lost craving for full-on sex. My cock had been so dedicated to jizzing into cleavages and onto boobs and nipples (if indeed the force of my nutritionally-boosted ejaculations didn't have me decorate nearby floors, walls, ceilings and furniture instead) that I had been starving it of the traditional warmth and slippery hospitality of a good old-fashioned cunt. Indeed the only two instances of full penetration I had experienced in months had been pretty much unplanned accidents: Rebekah had stuck my cock inside her while adjusting her corset purely for convenience, and Emma... well Emma had wanted that, had descended upon my unsuspecting erection against my will, using it to wank herself off, and it was only because she had done so facing away from me, her breasts obscured from view, that I hadn't completely filled her with cum straight away. But we weren't girlfriend and boyfriend. It made perfect sense for her to titwank me in her professional capacity as my employee - after all we were running a titfucking school. But there was no way for me to justify just straight-up fucking her.

'My bosom now completely dry,' said Deborah, snapping me out of my reverie, 'I begin my routine of moisturizing. Tits these size cost me a fortune in moisturizer, as I am sure you can imagine,' she drawled. 'Siobhan, hand me the moisturizer from my handbag please.'

Siobhan leaned forward in the chair, her own ample bosom squashing against her thighs, and rooted around in Deborah's handbag at her feet, pulling forth a plastic tube and tossing it across the room. Deborah caught it, her big chest wobbling. I was extremely fucking close to losing my load just watching and listening. Thank god Emma and Siobhan's chests were both still under wraps or I'd be a gibbering, spunking wreck by now.

Deborah flicked open the top of the moisturizer bottle and looked me in the eye. 'The moisturizer keeps my breasts supple and soft, and my skin glowing and smooth,' she said. If this were a television commercial she'd have shifted a million units in an instant. As her bare swaying breasts jostled to a heavy standstill she held the bottle against her stomach, nozzle facing straight up into her cavernous undercleavage. With a gentle whimper and a flutter of her heavy eyelashes, Deborah started to inch the bottle upwards. 'There's nothing I like more than a good dollop of cream on my tits,' she said brazenly, and let go of the bottle, which didn't fall to the carpet but remained suspended in the tight grip of her monumental breasts. She let that image sink in, then, hands by her side, gradually advanced her shoulders and forearms, a smile spreading between her high cheekbones. Her breasts both extending as they did substantially outwards, the forward pressure of her arms began to force both bulging mounds of flesh together. Boob ballooned up to her chin and the trapped moisturizer bottle began to vanish entirely from view. Her nipples, now nearly a foot in front of her, pointed upwards and outwards at extreme angles, and then with an audible gurgle, a rope of thick white lotion splurged up from the depths of her cleavage hitting her on the chin with visible force then splattering down onto the heaving summits of her bust just a short distance below. The creamy stream continued to spunk out from between her tits in a series of thick eruptions. The sight was making my head dizzy, as more and more blood engorged my painfully swollen cock. Even Emma was clearly feeling the temperature rise in the room, and positioned her plump bottom daintily on the armrest of the settee next to me.




L.C.T.F. Ch. 18



The upper surfaces of her boobs now slathered in white creamy product, Deborah raised her bony hands and prised those boobs delicately apart, allowing the moisturizer bottle to fall emptily to the floor. Her cleavage opened once more like an open portal through which my throbbing cock ached to pass. Keeping her hands positioned on her bust, she started to rub the slippery fluid around in small circles, commencing what was clearly going to be the time-consuming process of covering the entirety of both her immense tits. As her palms and fingers descended the swooping slopes and approached the upturned goosebumped peaks of her dark areolae and nipples, but the stopped short of touching them directly and instead circled around and made their caressing way down the bulbous lower slopes where tit met ribcage. So delicate were her rubbing motions that her breasts hardly changed shape, retaining their beautiful form and only very slightly wobbling under the movement.

Meanwhile I was seriously on the brink of a hands-free ejaculatory geyser. Far from relieving this urge, the now uninterrupted gush of thin watery pre-jizz that flowed from the tip of my raw purple cockhead only served to turn me on even more, as it coated my ballsack and cooled in the air of my apartment.

Deborah continued to circle her fingertips around her breasts which were now two-thirds coated in a supply of moisturizing lotion which looked ready to run out before it had fulfilled this not inconsiderable requirement. The tops, undersides, and sides of her breasts were now slick and shiny, but her nipples and the inner walls of her cleavage remained dry. 'I have to avoid stimulating my nipples whilst doing this,' she explained in a husky tone. 'They're so sensitive, you see? And rubbing them just gives me the first insatiable tinglings of an orgasm that never... quite... comes.' Her neglected nipples strained toward me as much as my erection was straining towards her, as though magnetically drawn to one another.

She stopped massaging her tits and looked down into her cleavage. 'I seem to have run out of lotion,' she observed, then eyed my swollen nutsack. 'I'll have to find a substitute.' And with that she swooped down towards me where I sat until her jutting rounded tits floated either side of my erection. The bodily warmth in which my cock basked was the final straw, and with an agonised wordless exclamation I gave in to the orgasm that had been building steadily while Deborah had so relentlessly teased me. Cum, indistinguishable from the actual moisturizer in colour and viscosity pumped rapidly toward the ceiling, passing straight through Deborah's open cleavage and past her waiting face. Emma leapt back in surprise, but Deborah calmly waited for the cum to make its way back down through the air and fill the space between her breasts, which she began to shimmy gently to ensure even coverage.

'Oh fuck!' I gasped when I had found the words. Semen was leaving my balls at an unprecedented rate and I felt like I might pass out. 'Fuck!'

Deborah's breasts hadn't even touched my cock, and thank the lord for that. She rose to full height again, tits colliding stickily into one another as the upheaval made them sway and jostle on her chest.

I looked over at Siobhan, who was enraptured by what had just occurred (and frankly who wouldn't have been). She had shifted from her wine-sipping slouch in the armchair across the room and was now sitting bolt upright, hands gripping the armrests, her back arched and ample, shapely breasts thrust before her, straining her tight red sweater as though her nipples were experiencing the same magnetic pull towards my red, veiny erection as Deborah's. Her heart was pounding, visible causing her left tit to quiver like firm-set jell-o on a plate.

Emma, too, had noted with similar concern Siobhan's tense state. 'Are you ok there, Siobhan?' she asked.

'I guess,' mumbled Siobhan, like a rabbit in headlights. 'I just... I'm not sure I could ever put on a show like that.'

'What show?' asked Deborah with a smile and bare-breast-jostling shrug. 'Martin asked me to talk about my breasts, and that's all I did, it wasn't really a show, simply the first things that came into my head.'

'Once you get started, it's easier than you think,' said Emma.

Siobhan looked slightly reassured. 'If you say so. But when I have my first lesson I'd rather do it without any of you watching. If that's OK. Not that I'm not grateful for the opportunity to watch you do it, Deborah.'

'Of course,' I said, still woozy from the effects of the orgasm that still hadn't entirely subsided.

Deborah suddenly snapped out of her horny reverie. 'How did I do?' she asked, somewhat unnecessarily in view of the gallon of spunk that filled her cleavage.

'It was a good start,' I said, getting with difficulty to my feet while pulling my trousers up. 'I think over the next five weeks we'll get there. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll leave Emma to take your payment. Bathroom is first door on the right if you'd like to take a shower.'

I was spent, and collapsed on my bed, my cock raw and sore in my pants. For some time I lay there catching my breath and was on the verge of nodding off when there was a light knock at the door and Emma stepped in, her face a sight for sore eyes, her bust a sight for sore cocks.

'They're on their way,' she said softly. 'Deborah had a hard time removing all the semen from her breasts, I explained to her that it makes it easier to wipe the majority of it off with paper towels before getting in the shower, to stop it congealing in the hot water.'

'Sensible advice,' I said.

'How's your penis?' Emma inquired.

'On the mend,' I replied with a weak smile.

'Don't forget we have the casting for the promotional film tomorrow,' said Emma, 'so we're going to have to keep you thoroughly drained until then. Can't have you creaming your jeans when all those bosomy redheads take their tops off and shimmy for us, can we? You need to maintain a professional demeanour.'

'Good point,' I said.

'So I'll be back first thing tomorrow morning to administer as many titwanks as are necessary to completely sap your libido.' Her tone was plain, matter-of-fact, almost strict. 'But before I go, I just need to confirm that you're thoroughly spent after those two ejaculations over Ms Stratton's chest.' She indicated toward my groin.

'You want to...?'

'Go on, let me see,' she said.

Still lying down, I wriggled my way out of my jogging bottoms. My naked cock lay, thick, limp, and gasping for air, on my stomach.

Emma donned spectacles and peered at it. 'Let's see, shall we?' And with that she began to unbutton her floral blouse.

'Emma, I'm not sure I can handle...' I began, but she was already down to her white lace bra. The freckled tops of her bountiful boobs were already too much for me, and a painful erection began to surge. With her hair up in a bun and her glasses perched on her nose, the whole busty librarian thing was an absurd turn-on. And in any case, in normal circumstances, the very thought of Emma's breasts was enough to give me an erection, let alone their presence in the room, about to be revealed by means of a routine strip.

'Looking rather erect for a man who claims he's spent!' Emma raised a suspicious eyebrow. 'Let's see how you handle these.' She reached back and snapped open the bra, shrugging it from her shoulders and catching it deftly in a dainty porcelain hand.

I know I bang on about this, but fuck me her tits were glorious. An abundant vision of perfectly sculpted marble perfection, with the cutest dimpled pink inverted nipples the crowning glory. 'God Emma, your tits are such a turn-on,' I said pathetically. My loins ached as my erection sprouted.

'Exactly,' smiled Emma with pride. 'When these puppies can't get a rise out of you, that's when we can safely say you're spunked out.' She yanked my trousers off, crawled onto the bed between my legs and deposited her chest onto me, sandwiching my cock in the cool embrace of her silky smooth tits and proceeding to wank me off gently.

'Oh Christ you're so good at that,' I gasped.

'I had a good teacher,' she said, massaging and caressing my aching cock with perfectly judged soothing application of pressure. 'Martin you're so hard. You really do love my boobies, don't you?'

'I do... I love... love... FUCK.' I came immediately and with a sudden force that surprised both of us. A rope of translucent jism sailed from Emma's cleavage and drew a long line from my chest over my face and, presumably, onto the pillow behind my head, followed in quick succession by two more pumping loads. 'Oh fuck that hurt,' I groaned.

Emma sprang back on to her feet and, hands behind her back, treated me to a slow heavy shimmy of her big pale breasts. I protested with a wordless exclamation and covered my eyes. 'No Martin! Look! Look at my jiggling boobs!'

I peered out from behind my fingers. I looked at her face, her crystal blue eyes and sly smile pursing her lips. Looking at her lips all I could think of was how similar in shade they were to her nipples... I darted my eyes down to her legs, her ample thighs and flaring hips squeezed into green leggings, and found my gaze drawn inwards to the plump pussy that swelled out between them under the stretch fabric, and remembered the ease with which my cock had plunged into her buttery dripping cunt. And all the while there was no escaping that those heavenly jugs were wobbling away somewhere in my field of vision. There was no way I could look at this woman and not crave sexual contact with her, of any kind. My erection was returning already. Surely there was no way she could make me cum now.

'You should have heard Deborah and Siobhan chatting after you'd left the room,' she gossiped idly, her jugs still rebounding heavily off one another. 'They both remarked on how difficult it was for them to behave themselves in the presence of your solid throbbing erection. How much effort they had to put in to resisting it. Siobhan confessed that she'd spent the whole hour trying not to tear her knickers off and leap onto you. I think both of them have been rather starved of sex for a while. So be careful of Siobhan when she comes back for her private lesson, she might try to have her way with you.'

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and neither could my cock, which levitated against all probability and in spite of the forceful ejaculation which it had undergone just minutes before.

'And you also missed me helping Deborah clean the cum from her cleavage. I took off my top and bra so they didn't get wet, lathered up my hands with soap and got my slippery hands all over her huge bosoms. I bet you'd have liked to have seen that! She paid me the sweetest compliment on my own boobies, saying my nipples looked like little kittens' noses. Would you agree with that?'

'Uuh, yes, it's a very nice image,' I mumbled.

'Let me give you a closer look,' she said. 'But first let me strip out of these leggings in case I get them all jizzy.'

'Emma,' I said wearily, 'Gorgeous though you are, I couldn't possibly cum, not now.'

But she was already wriggling her way out of leggings and knickers simultaneously, baring a cute patch of bright ginger hair that crowned her pale pussy lips. She crawled back on to the bed as before, but this time prowling panther-like over my cock (allowing her dangling tits to swipe my growing erection, adding another half inch to its twitching length with a shudder of my nervous system), until her breasts were right in front of my face, their soft glowing warmth perceptible in the air, the faint milky aroma that I was never quite sure I was imagining when in close proximity to such ample udders distinct and intoxicating. Helplessly submitting to my crazed lust for Emma, I craned my neck forward and planted my hungry lips on one of her kitten's noses.

She let out a purr of pleasure. Those nips were clearly very sensitive, so I was careful not to overdo it as I suck happily. 'Oh yes Martin, keep doing that,' she encouraged. 'I want one of those boobgasms you gave Rebekah.'

I released her left nipple with a wet plop and lashed my tongue around her right one, to another pre-orgasmic response from the curvaceous redhead. She clearly relished every single lick, flick and slurp, writhing with a shiver in response to every single piece of attention I was giving her glorious, heavy tits. Switching back to boob number one, I kept the stimulation on the other one going with my finger, softly circling the wet nipple in a teasing caress. As my cock grew it finally extended to the sensitive area between her spread legs, and she let out an even deeper moan as the tip of my cock flicked against her hot wet cuntlips. The shudder of pleasure sent waves of jiggly motion through her hanging jugs, and I grabbed them with both hands to keep them still while I continued my greedy feeding time.

'I can see what the girls were talking about,' she gasped. 'It really is difficult to resist a hard cock.' And without asking for permission (not that she needed to), Emma reversed onto my erection, swallowing it whole in her tight wet pussy. We let out simultaneous roars of pleasure, both in sexual heaven. Sitting up straight, pulling my cock vertically upwards inside her, Emma tore her tits free of my mouth and hands and started a gyrating wriggle around my cock that sent her chest into beautiful hypnotic patterns of motion.

'Tell me when you're going to cum...' she moaned, 'You can't cum inside me... I just... I just wanted to feel it...'

As her tits wobbled beautifully on her chest I realised I wasn't going to last. 'Now!' I barked. 'I'm cumming now!'

Emma leapt up and descended gently again onto my stomach, letting my hot juice-drenched erection come to rest comfortably nestled between her bulging buttocks, the throbbing helmet resting against the small of her back.

The remaining contents of my balls erupted upwards so hard that they sailed up behind Emma in three or four sharp excruciating blasts, over her head and down in front of here where they landed with immaculate precision on her still-bouncing boobs.

We remained like that for a minute or two, panting less from physical exertion (we had both barely moved), but more from the emotional and sexual tension that had just been released.

Emma crawled off me, face glowing, unable to stop smiling. Considerately, she covered what she could of her chest with her arm and peered down onto my cock which was visibly shriveling at last. 'I think we can consider you fully purged,' she said, still breathing heavily. 'Sleep well. I'll be back in the morning.'



L.C.T.F. Ch. 19



It is said that if you place a sleeping person's hand in cold water, they will instantly wet the bed. I have no idea if this is true, but what I do know is if you put a big heavy breast into a sleeping man's hand he will spontaneously ejaculate. At least that's what happened to me the next morning. Emma had let herself in, had seen the tent my erection was causing under the bed sheet as I slept (I was dreaming, as I now did every night, about tits), and had decided to test the theory. I woke with a start, surprised both by Emma's presence in the room, the warmth of her firm, heavy breast in my sleeping outstretched palm, and the prolonged nature of an ejaculation which left me shrouded in a spreading patch of soggy sticky cotton that spread as fresh morning spunk continued to pump out of my balls.

'Morning, Martin,' said Emma softly, easing the bed sheet aside to reveal my cock rising out of the gloopy white pool of its own nocturnal emissions. I opened my groggy eyes to see Emma smiling at me with her blouse open and gave her soft porcelain double-F-cup tit a grateful sleepy squeeze as the final jets of cum pulsed from my proud organ. 'Dreaming of me?'

In fact I had been in the middle of a dream in which my regular customers Shelley and Helen had been the sole auditionees at the promo casting session due to happen later that day, both vying aggressively for the part despite neither being a redhead, the hair colour the part called for. Shelley had been making a case for her breasts being jigglier than Helen's motionlessly firm torpedoes, Helen meanwhile had been basing her audition more on her prim librarian qualities and authoritative Radio 4 continuity announcer voice. Shelley had invited me to a grope of both sets of breasts to assess their relative jiggliness, presumably because of Emma's bosomy real-life intrusion into the dream, or maybe it was simply a coincidence. In both dream world and real world I had shot my load instantly, eight hours' worth of newly-minted cum having been slowly boiling away in my ballooning testicles during the night.

Emma buttoned her blouse again, forcing me to reluctantly let go of her boob. 'I'll give you another flash in ten minutes, and if you get a boner then we'll start from the beginning, and keep doing that until you're relaxed and in a fit state to meet Sadie Newton.'

'Sadie... who?'

'Martin I told you,' Emma said with exasperation, standing up straight, breasts jutting with braless pride at her pink blouse. 'She's the lady who writes the boob column in the local paper, wants to interview you about the LCTF. She'll be here in an hour. I managed to squeeze her in before we head into town for the casting. Did you read the clippings I saved for you?'

I shook my head in confusion. I vaguely remembered Emma mentioning something about this but probably hadn't been paying enough attention.

'Well if you had you'd have known she's a 36E, and damn pretty to boot, so we'd better sort out that hard-on once and for all before she gets here. We don't want her setting you off in the middle of the interview.' Emma left the bedroom, buttocks, taut, round, and the size of her tits gyrating with each step under cream linen trousers. I could make out her knickers under the material, one half had disappeared endearingly into her bum cleavage.

How had I not known about this Newton woman's boob related column in the paper? It was exactly the kind of thing my depraved tit-frenzied mind would devour with perverted glee. I supposed it was because I never read the local paper in the first place. Emma wiggled bralessly back into the room holding a copy in one hand, open at the appropriate page, and in the other a bunch of paper towels with which she set to work considerately mopping up the lake of jizz that had accumulated at the base of my semi-hard cock. I distractedly mumbled my gratitude while I perused the periodical she had handed me.

Sadie Newton's byline picture was hot. Blue eyes, striking eyebrows and shapely red lips framed by a sleek bob of dark hair. And the tiniest hint of cleavage included in the shot. The week's column covered a visit to Storm in a G-Cup, the lingerie boutique with whom I had a preliminary agreement of cooperation, and whose owner Nina Bridges was developing a bespoke tit-fucking brassiere which I had had the good fortune to test drive. In the article Sadie wrote of how the boutique was one of various new outlets catering to the needs of a new generation of British women with increasingly extreme cup-to-back ratios, and described in vivid, tactile detail the elaborate fitting she had undergone at the specialist shop including Nina's pioneering technique of ascertaining breast volume by means of water displacement. I wondered if Nina and Alex had been talking to one another, as some of the breast classification described reminded me a lot of the work the latter had been conducting in the same field.

My hips jerked involuntarily as Emma stroked my shaft with tissue paper.

'Oops, sorry,' she said. 'Are you finding the article interesting?'

'She's clearly utterly obsessed with breasts, her own and other people's. And the larger the better,' I concluded, re-reading with perverted glee the paragraph where Newton described her own naked breasts and nipples. 'So I think we'll get along. Although she does rather go on about what a nuisance her bust is.'

'False modesty, I suspect,' theorized Emma astutely. She had wrapped my cock in tissue ostensibly for the purpose of cleansing it, but was now essentially wanking me off, her delicate fingers and thumb making their absent-minded way up and down my erection as she spoke. 'I've noticed that a lot of girls moan rather disingenuously about their overdeveloped bosoms as a way of, in fact, drawing attention to them. "Oh woe is me with my big firm double-Ds," that sort of thing. Fishing for compliments.'

'Emma, you do realize that your method of cleaning my penis is simply going to generate more mess to clean up?'

'Oh golly,' Emma blushed a flustered scarlet. 'I'm masturbating you, aren't I?' Her curious blend of innocence and lustiness fascinated and aroused me endlessly. 'The only sex I've experienced for months now is tit-fucking. And the occasional indiscretion with you. And fingering myself to orgasm after every lesson with you. So I simply forgot that wanking a man by hand was even a thing! How silly is that!'

'You fingered yourself after every lesson?' I echoed.

'Oh yes, why of course,' said Emma earnestly. 'I know you try very hard to make the tutorials as detached and practical as you can, but I'm only human. A whole hour of jiggling my big bouncy boobies until your hard penis spurts semen all over them... Well it shouldn't come as a surprise that it gets me all hot and bothered. Oh,' she added hastily with a nervous grin, 'and before you think I'm going to expect you to finish me off every day after I've given you your tit-fuck, don't worry, I'm more than happy to continue masturbating in private.'

Cum shot out of me like a racing greyhound after a rabbit, and spattered noisily onto the newspaper I was still holding above my chest until the sticky wetness penetrated the dozen or so pages of newsprint and a dark wet patch of cum began to spread across Sadie Newton's bra-fitting article.

'Well!' said Emma, decelerating her wanking-hand. 'You were clearly nowhere near finished cumming for the morning! Something tells me there's still a lot more where that came from, too. But we're running out of time, I can't keep making you come and clean you up only to have you make a big spunky mess all over again.'

'Why don't we do it in the shower?' I suggested helpfully.

'Splendid idea!' exclaimed the abundant-busted redhead. She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me out of bed and along the corridor to the bathroom. 'Hands in the air,' she instructed, and pulled my cum-strewn T-shirt off me, leaving me standing naked before her, my cock still turgid and twitching post-orgasmically. Emma turned away from me and briskly dropped her linen trousers to the linoleum floor. The sight of her voluptuous thighs, shapely calves and dainty ankles was enough to get me back on track to a revived erection, and her plump buttocks, protruding from beneath the hem of her blouse, looked sumptuously inviting, tiny pink knickers disappearing into her arse-crack. 'You may remove my knickers if you like,' she invited over her shoulder.

I approached, fingers trembling with sheer desire, and stretched the pantie-elastic free of her tiny waist, down over her wide hips and curvaceous bottom, letting the undergarment drop to her small white socks. Presented with a naked backside of such glorious dimensions, my cock stirred to life, and its swollen cum-slick purple head lodged itself firmly between Emma's pale peachy buttocks.

'Martin!' she exclaimed, doing precisely nothing to stop this from happening. 'If that's the effect my bum is having on you, just imagine how hard you'll get when you unbutton my blouse and grope my big braless breasts!'

I reached around her and fumbled for her shirt buttons, taking the opportunity to shamelessly explore her unfettered bosom through the light cotton with my desperate hands. Her ginger hair smelled delicious beneath my nose as I clumsily made my way down the series of buttons. What's the deal with girls' blouses buttoning up the wrong side anyway? It made opening a bra seem easy. Finally I opened the blouse, pulled it toward me baring Emma's creamy freckled shoulders, and tugged it down her arms, dropping it to dangle from my extended cock. With a groan I at last sank my hands into the luscious sculptural perfection of Emma's naked breasts from behind, kneading and squeezing, probing and stroking, running my hands underneath them, cupping and hefting them, delighting in their weight and firmness, slowly wobbling the up and down, side to side, jostling them into one another and releasing them to jiggle freely amid my fingertips, tickling her soft inverted nipples and savouring the tiny gasps of pleasure this breast-play elicited. All this time Emma was imperceptibly gyrating her hips, massaging my throbbing red helmet between her cushioned buttocks and gradually manoeuvring it down between her legs until it nestled, twitching furiously, against her thick, wet pussy lips. Cum started to pump out of me with each squeeze I gave her huge, perfect tits, glazing the entrance to her intimacy with pure liquid lust.

She span to face me, her blouse flying from where it still hung draped over my erection, landing on the edge of the bathtub. For a second I thought she was annoyed that I had so boldly ejaculated onto her most private area, but instead she grabbed my hands and planted them firmly back onto her beautiful wobbling globes, the mere sight of which was already stirring my tender cock anew.

'More cum left?' she asked.

I looked her in the eye as I manhandled her incredible tits. 'For you, Emma, always,' I replied without hint of exaggeration. Conscious of the increasing electricity in our locked gazes, I returned my attention to Emma's knockout jugs. I was cupping them as best I could in my hands, but there was simply too much tit for me to control, and so I settled for balancing a tit on each palm and wobbling them slowly from side to side, her pale dimpled nipples tilting up at me. The faintest blue veins marbled her alabaster chest, and her cavernous cleavage begged to take my stirring cock back into its tight grip. And as though reading my mind, Emma descended to her knees until her breasts flanked my wilting cock, and with her hands on top of mine, nursed my cock not only back to full erection, but to a weak but gratifying ejaculation once more. In the shower, again, this titfuck marvel coaxed a final spurt from me while lathering my groin with her soapy bosom in a contrived attempt to clean me up.

My cock was spent, and just in time, as Sadie Newton was due in a matter of minutes. Coming to our senses, Emma and I quickly dried off and I ran to the bedroom to find some presentable clothes while Emma dressed in the bathroom.

The doorbell heralded the journalist's arrival and the shower-fresh Emma, hair tied back in a strict bun, showed the woman into the sitting room where I was waiting, reading. I had planned on greeting her whilst casually perusing her column in the paper, but the morning's misadventures had left the pages sodden and irreversibly glued together with semen, so I opted instead for a volume of Germaine Greer which one of my exes had left in the flat in the vain attempt to knock some modern-man sense into me. I wanted to give a good impression, but at the same time I wanted to prepare myself for the neo-feminist grilling I suspected I was going to receive.

I looked up from the book in feigned surprise, smiling what I hoped was a relaxed and genial smile. Sadie Newton was without doubt striking, beautiful even. Medium height, curves in all the right places (sorry Germaine), and disarmingly pretty: strikingly arched eyebrows and full lashes framing eyes of crystal blue, a straight, strong nose above shapely pouting lips, and extraordinary cheekbones. A shiny bob of jet black chin-length hair completed the picture. I valiantly maintained eye contact, but in my peripheral vision my seasoned boob-radar detected a solid, jutting bust shuddering to rest in a pale blue v-neck crop top, flanked by the lapels of a fitted seersucker jacket.

She extended a confident hand to shake, forcing her right breast firmly against its mate and causing heaving cleavage to surge out of the v-neck toward her twin. I took the opportunity to shake it vigorously, indirectly savouring the dense resistance posed by the firm cushion of her chest.

'Sadie Newton,' she said. 'Pleased to meet you.'

I introduced myself, and gestured to Emma who hovered by the door. 'You've met my assistant Emma.'

'As deliciously busty as I had reason to expect,' gleamed Sadie with a glance at Emma's chest, which rose and fell bralessly under a loose-fitting blouse. 'I hope you don't mind my remarking, but you are beautifully well-endowed.' Emma blushed and muttered her gratitude.

Sadie, at my invitation, availed herself of the armchair, and I treated myself to a brief undisguised gaze down her top at those unyielding 36E torpedoes which, as she stooped to sit, prodded so violently at her thighs it looked positively painful. Perched on the edge of the cushion, she straightened her back and shrugged the seersucker blazer from her shoulders, thunderously disrupting her bust in her process. She leaned forward again, generously affording me yet another view down her cleavage, this time lingering and ponderously swaying as she rummaged in her handbag on the floor to retrieve notebook and dictaphone. Women like her really gave meaning to the slang term "knockers": her breasts were so firm I could practically hear them thudding against one another.

She switched on the dictaphone and tapped pencil on notebook. 'So,' she smiled inscrutably. 'Titfucking.'

'Titfucking,' I nodded.

'You're running what you claim to be the first dedicated course for women, teaching them how to titfuck. Explain to me how this does not insult, degrade, and objectify your students.'

Here we go, I thought. I sensed Emma's nerves but maintained calm, friendly eye-contact with the busty journalist. Playing devil's advocate, I reasoned. I laughed politely. 'Let's take those one at a time. Does it insult them? Quite the opposite, there is no higher sexual compliment a woman can receive than an eruption of semen. Why would they pay seventy pounds an hour to be insulted? All we're doing here at the LCTF is helping them make the most of what natural beauty they already possess. Degrade? Again, nothing could be further from the purpose of these courses, which are designed to elevate, to uplift. And... what was your last point?'

'Objectification,' said Sadie, still scribbling down notes on my reply.

'Ah yes,' I said. 'I suppose you could say that I'm not objectifying women as people, I'm objectifying their breasts themselves. I'm not reducing women to simply a pair of tits, which I imagine is what you're suggesting, in fact I'm treating them with the utmost respect as individuals. Their breasts are an appendage, an asset, something to be used in a positive, practical way, rather than be allowed to go to waste. A woman who refuses to titfuck is denying herself and her partner a unique expression of heterosexual desire. Have you ever given a tit-fuck, Ms Newton?'

Sadie looked up, startled, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 'Never. I wouldn't dream of it,' she said in defiance. 'Having a penis pointed at my chin like a loaded gun is not my idea of fun.'

'And has anyone ever asked?'

'Every boyfriend I've ever had.' She seemed smug at this track-record of titfuck-refusal. 'Sexist pigs.'

'Titfucking isn't sexist,' I said. 'It's not like you can titfuck a man. There are plenty of unconventional practices you could explore with a man, but titfucking certainly isn't one of them. It's also a very safe form of sex.'

'A very one-sided form of sex,' sneered Sadie.

I thought, cock stirring, of the boobgasms I'd been witnessing. 'I think you'd find that's not the case,' I replied. 'Sadie, I hope you don't mind if I ask you a personal question. Have you ever experienced a breast orgasm?'

Sadie laughed uncertainly and looked at me with skepticism.

I asked again. 'Have you ever had a full orgasm from the stimulation of your breasts?'

'Not... not that I can recall,' said Sadie, her eyes narrowing.

'Has it occurred to you,' I said with a smile, 'That a titfuck might propel not only the male partner to climax, but also the female? And that depending on the position, the female may actually have the dominant advantage?'

'That's preposterous,' sniffed Sadie after a pause. She tapped her pencil on her pad again. A nervous tic. 'A breast orgasm? The very thought.'

'Have you ever tried?' I asked.

'I don't need to,' Sadie said. 'It's physiologically impossible. I orgasm from having my clitoris stimulated. Not my nipples.'

'They're not sensitive at all?' I said, gesturing at the peaks of her jutting bust. 'Your nipples?'

'Well, yes, but aren't everyone's?' Sadie turned to Emma. 'Do you orgasm from being titfucked?'

Emma reddened and fidgeted. 'Um, not yet,' she stammered. 'I get most of the way there, and it feels wonderful, but I still have to finish myself off by... well, you know. But several of Martin's pupils really do have breastgasms. Very intense ones. They get addicted to it.'

Sadie looked at me, then back at Emma, then back at me, thinking something over in her mind. 'Let's see, shall we?' she said with a determined smirk, and, standing, shrugged off her striped blazer. Her chest shook under her pale blue top as she dropped the jacket onto the chair. 'See if you can make me boobgasm with your cock in my cleavage.'

She thought she had the upper hand here, and that she was tricking me into giving a free lesson, but I was more than happy to get overfamiliar with her abundant bosom and, hopefully, get some free press into the bargain. I wriggled my way out of trousers and underpants and sat, bottomless, on the settee, my thickening penis heavy on my left thigh, bracing itself for action.

The pale blue top came off briskly, and the dense, heavy jostling of her large breasts within a pink lace brassiere brought my cock to life, and it began to rise steadily from its dormant position on my leg, erecting a little at a time.

'This is going to take some explaining to my boyfriend,' Sadie said, snapped open the bra hooks behind her back with one hand and pulled the undergarment free of her chest with the other. My cock surged to full erection with sudden painful urgency, the head twinged red and sore like it was going to burst. I gasped with a mixture of discomfort and awe at Sadie's imposing buxomness. Her tits were full, meaty, and beautifully rounded, except at their peaks, where they tapered conically toward thick, fleshy tan-hued swollen areolae and chapel hat-peg nipples. They were almost like a pregnant woman's tits, except her stomach was flat. The cleavage between them was hot, deep, dark and inviting. The tits themselves were of course made a significant contribution to my feverishly priapic condition at that moment, but another huge turn on was the fact that she was about to give me her titfuck virginity, at her age, with those extraordinary swaying jugs as perky as they were huge, and with such skepticism. She wasn't reluctant or unwilling, and just as well as that would have been a turn-off. Quite the contrary, she was arrogantly daring me to prove myself, and I was rising to the challenge in every sense.




L.C.T.F. Ch. 19



I spread my legs and dropped a cushion to the floor between my feet. 'Kneel there,' I said, 'And position your breasts either side of my erection, without letting them touch it.'

Sadie raised an eyebrow and approached, hips swinging, protuberant nude knockers thumping hectically into one another, left, right, left, right, with each step. How those turgid jugs maintained such effortless buoyancy I had no idea, but it looked like my dick was in for a glorious hammering. The sneering journalist descended swiftly, the undersides of her swinging boobs missing the outstretched tip of my boner by a fraction of an inch. It was as though my throbbing helmet was caught in their gravitational pull, those heavenly thick-nippled udders like singing sirens beckoning me hither to crash on the rocks. And all the while I could feel Emma's eyes on me, with intense yet ambivalent fascination, what appeared to be more of an academic curiosity than arousal or even, dare I hope, jealousy. She was still ever the eager student, learning all she could about this endlessly engrossing sexual art form.

I licked my thumbs and placed them on Sadie's nipples, feeling them harden instantly under my deft touch. Then, as she made no effort to resist, I followed this gesture by cupping my palms under the smooth, rounded slopes of both boobs, and finally plunged one finger at a time gently into the amazingly yielding breast flesh. I applied the slightest amount of pressure and began to circle my thumbs, working her pokey spit-lubricated nubs like slick slippery game console controllers. She gave off a stoic front, but her lips tensed and I perceived that her irises were dilating a little. Goosebumps were forming beneath my palms. I was getting somewhere.

'My bosoms have had their usual effect, I see,' remarked Sadie, looking down her opening and closing cleavage at the yearning extremity of my cock, which was now starting its usual overeager emission of trickling watery precum.

Keen to escalate things, I manoeuvred her right breast inward so that the gurgling tip of my pre-ejaculatory erection met with her nipple. I let the natural lubricant slather and moisten her rubbery boob-tip, the occasional ante-orgasmic spurt of fluid serving as a promising harbinger of the climax that was sure to follow. 'How does that feel?' I inquired cautiously. I gently let go of her right tit so that only my boner was holding it steady as I slowly gyrated my hips and let her erect nipple fuck the glistening eye of my helmet while my other hand continued to massage and wobble her other tit in its bulbous, swollen entirety.

'Fine, I suppose,' shrugged Sadie, clearly finding her hard-to-please act an increasing struggle, her breath noticeably quickening.

'Should we stop?' I asked.

'No,' came the slightly too hasty reply.

I looked at her strikingly pretty face. Her eyes crossed ever so slightly as her sleek bob tousled down into her face. Her full lips parted. Damn she was hot. Not hot in a way you could fall in love with, no English-rose Emma, but certainly hot in a way that made you want to unload, and unload hard. And those tits felt extraordinary, so smooth, so yielding, so pliant, such a delightful shape. I tried to think whose tits they resembled, and had a hard time placing them. At a relatively modest 36E they certainly weren't the biggest I'd encountered in the past months. The closest match was probably... I could picture the breasts but not the girl... Ah yes, Nina, of course, the buxom bra-magnate. Hers were like Sadie's, similarly well-developed areolae and nipples, though a slightly ruddier pigmentation to them, but the breasts themselves were bigger. Bigger but not heavier. I stopped myself in this train of thought as it was hardly helping me maintain my sexual composure.

So I returned my attention to the task in hand. 'In a titfuck, we think of this deep cleft between your breasts as a vaginal proxy. What I am doing now is allowing my own pre-ejaculate to simulate your own pussy juices. It's helpful for you to think of it as such. As you savour the stimulation of your sensitive nipples, try to imagine that the slippery liquid that is trickling down your chest and into your cleavage is in fact your own. Imagine that your body is readying itself to receive my stiff, spunking erection deep between those beautiful firm E-cups of yours. And when I do, then imagine that every inch further I plunge my dick is an inch further into your hot, tight cunt.'

'Do it,' she said, almost disparagingly. She wanted to prove me wrong. I wanted her to eat her words, but I was still only human and simply wanted to see my own cum geyser triumphantly out of her cleavage and into that sneering face.

'Hold them together,' I instructed. 'Think about your pussy. Is it tight?'

'Very,' she said with more than a hint of feminine pride.

'Is it wet?'

'A little.' A cautious confession.

'Apply pressure to your breasts in such a way as to reproduce the slippery tightness of your cunt,' I said. 'Then descend your bust very slowly onto me and allow my stiff erection to enter you.'

I glanced to my right and did a double take: Emma had one tit out and was absent-mindedly masturbating a pale nipple with a dainty freckled finger, clearly as turned on as I was about what was going on. Emma caught me looking and, snapping out of it, rushed to stow her luscious pale tit back in her blouse.

The sight had added a millimetre or two of length and girth to my already capacity-stretched erection, which was all the help it needed to nudge the streaming tip of it against the underside of Sadie's tightly compressed cleavage. 'I want you to think of that feeling when the turgid head of a sex partner's cock is nuzzling against your pussy lips, trying to find its way in. And all your clit wants to do is open the door.'

Sadie wriggled her handheld chest against my stout stiffness and, cleavage-pussy more than sufficiently lubricated, began its heavy, arduous journey down my cock. She was certainly going to need more imagination than I was to liken the experience to full intercourse, but as far as I was concerned this was better than old-fashioned fucking could ever get.

Down her bust went until it came to rest in my lap and my purple swollen cockhead emerged beneath her chin. I felt her hips gyrate a little between my knees. Was she getting into this at last and letting her imagination turn this into full intercourse? Or was she simply getting comfortable?

'Now use your chest to fuck me, as you would if you were straddling me right now and fucking me for real.'

Sadie started, slowly, to slide her tightly-clutched bust up and down the length of my twitching, veiny shaft. 'Wouldn't you rather I was doing exactly that?' she asked. 'My thighs either side of you on the sofa, your cock deep inside me, my pussy gripping your cock, my big tits jiggling in your face?'

'We'd both cum much too quickly if we did that,' I argued weakly.

'Speak for yourself.' That cynical raised eyebrow again.

'This is about experiencing a different side to sex.' I said as Sadie's firm breasts wanked me off steadily. 'A new way of thinking about your femininity, a new source of pleasure. And yes, perhaps some men would prefer to simply stick it inside your vagina or your mouth, but that would be treating you like any woman. Not every woman could enjoy my cock the way you are at this moment. Your breasts are unique. Their size, shape, sensitivity, all part of what makes you you.'

Her fingers had made their way round to her nipples, and while she masturbated my cock inside her cleavage she was masturbating her own tits, rolling her stiffened nubs around with sensuous abandon. Instinctively, she shifted the titwanking motion from being a straight up-down pattern, to alternating either breast oppositely up and down, my cock getting lost in a hypnotic flurry of boobscrubbing. She wasn't so much titfucking me as titfucking herself, trying out varying degrees of pressure, friction, and speed, to probe her own areas of sensitivity and pleasure. Occasionally she seemed to be coming close to it, as the odd sharp intake of breath would betray. 'You're not ready to cum, are you?' she asked with a frown.

'Ready when you are,' I wheezed. In fact I had been teetering on the brink for several minutes and was attempting to distract myself with accounting matters pertaining to the business side of the LCTF.

'I'm doing my best here,' said Sadie, 'and I think I'm beginning to see your point. There's a definite tingling sensation in my breasts reminiscent of an orgasm, which I'd be curious to explore, but we'd be at it for hours. How long do you have?'

'Emma?'

Emma looked at her watch. 'We really should have left for the casting several minutes ago,' she said with an apologetic grimace.

'Oh dear,' I said, my cock still the hapless victim of Sadie's attempts to frig herself to boobgasm. 'We've totally lost track of time. I'm so sorry, Ms Newton.'

'What a shame,' she said. 'Never mind.' And with that she simply released the grip on her chest, backed away from me, and stood up, leaving my cock teetering tortuously on the edge of release.

'Fuck!' I barked. 'Fuck I was so close!' My erection twitched and pulsated, and while pre-cum continued to stream and sputter forth, the full orgasm was cruelly denied. I dared not intervene with my hand - the orgasm would be too much, too painful.

Sadie spotted the box of paper tissues and helped herself to a handful with which she wiped down her pre-ejaculate coated bust. She shivered as the rough, dry tissue tickled her now extremely sensitive breasts and nipples. 'Lucky you,' she said callously. 'I still felt hours away from this boobgasm you promised me. Where's the bathroom? I need to sponge my bosoms with some soapy water.'

The mental image was all I needed, and as Sadie turned her back and left the lounge in search of the bathroom, my freely wriggling cock launched a long overdue jet of thick creamy semen straight into the air. I gave a hysterically giggling sigh of relief as three or four more nutloads made their obscene journey toward the ceiling and came sailing back down behind my head. I lay panting for a few seconds as my cock unwound and began to droop back down.

Emma reached for my boxer shorts and trousers with one hand, and with the other helped me to my feet. 'Thank goodness for that,' she said in a hoarse whisper. 'I can't believe she just left you like that without finishing you off!'

'The important thing is that I think I was starting to win her over,' I said.

As I dressed, Sadie returned to the room, her naked breasts now sponged clean and bobbing about happily. Emma helped her into her bra, top and jacket. 'What's this audition you were talking about?' she inquired with journalistic nosiness.

We explained about the short educational film we were preparing.

'This sounds like something that would be interesting to cover as part of my piece,' Sadie said, slinging her satchel over her shoulder. 'I'll come along to watch.'

'Be my guest,' I said, and the three of us set off into town.



L.C.T.F. Ch. 20



'Ever so sorry we're late starting,' said Emma to the handful of women already assembled under the railway arches. She took a long key from her coat pocket and opened the heavy door.

We all made our way inside the theatre's rehearsal facility. There was a roomy reception area, a kitchen to the left, and double doors led through to the wood panel floored rehearsal studio beyond. Emma quickly switched on lights, boiled the kettle and took coats while I, followed by Sadie, prepared the studio for the casting, placing two chairs behind a table at the far end of the room in front of the wall-sized mirror.

'You're effectively casting a porno, you do realise that, don't you,' said Sadie, meandering around while I unpacked a notepad from my bag and put it on the table.

'That's rather unfair,' I protested, my exasperation with Sadie's constant intellectual offensive rising despite the relief she had afforded me half an hour earlier. 'You sound like you've never seen porn, or you've misunderstood what we're doing here. Or both. It's an educational film with sexual subject matter that will require some topless nudity. It's hardly an anal gangbang.'

'Point taken,' she shrugged, examining herself in the mirror. 'Are they going to have to bare their breasts for the purposes of the audition today?'

'They certainly are,' I smiled, trying not to sound too excited. 'We have to verify that they are appropriately endowed in the chest area, and that they are comfortable with nudity. We don't want the successful applicant getting shy on us on the day of filming, do we?'

'So this isn't simply an excuse for you to ogle a parade of overdeveloped young redheads? Judging by the three girls already waiting outside, if you can get through the casting session without jizzing your pants then I'll eat my hat!'

'This was all Emma's idea,' I said simply and truthfully in my defense. 'She wrote the casting spec and most of the script.'

The door opened and Emma poked her head into the room. 'Are we ready to start?'

'Take a seat,' I said to Sadie, and patted the second chair behind the table.

Sadie looked puzzled. 'I assumed that was for Emma.'

'Emma's going to be welcoming the auditionees and keeping things organised out their in the reception area,' I said, to which Emma nodded in agreement. 'You don't have to say anything, but having a woman in here as a kind of chaperone will help put the applicants at their ease.'

'Fine,' said Sadie. 'I'll be watching you!' She sat down next to me. Emma tapped her watch again and I told her to show the first bosomy redhead in.

And bosomy she was, by no means in Emma's league, but pleasingly so, a brisk jiggle in the naturally-shaped young bust that lurked modestly beneath a black blouse. Her shoulder-length curly hair was a shade of deep red I suspected was achieved with the help of dye.

'Hi, thanks for coming,' I smiled. 'I'm Martin, I'm the director of this project. Could I have your name and age please?'

'Jemma Healey,' she announced in a lilting northern brogue. 'Twenty-five years old.'

'Nice to meet you. What have you been doing recently?'

'I just came off a fringe production of Macbeth, playing one of the witches.'

'You look far too young and sexy to be playing a witch,' I chortled.

She struck a bit of a pose. 'Well thank-you very much! Actually sexy was very much the watchword of that production, the witches were all fully nude on stage.'

'I'm sorry I missed that,' I said, cursing my lack of interest in the theatre. 'So I take it you have no particular inhibitions concerning your naked body.'

'Make the most of it while you're young, that's what I say,' she grinned slightly anxiously. 'I'm lucky enough to have a really great body, and particularly nice boobs, at least that's what the director of Macbeth said.'

'Are you a natural redhead?' I asked, confronting the elephant in the room head-on.

Jemma toyed nervously with her curly locks. 'Oh this, you mean. Me and the other witches had to dye our hair identically. We were cast on the basis of having similarly large breasts, slim waists, and pale complexions, but to get us all looking even more identical we went for matching hair colour. I'm a natural redhead though, I promise. I can prove it if you like!' Eagerly, the young actress unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them, along with her panties, down to mid-thigh height, then pulled up the hem of the black blouse to expose a lustrous expanse of bright ginger pubic hair that spread out toward her pale, creamy, delicately curved nude hips.

Sadie gasped. I was fairly taken aback, too.

'You're lucky I've not shaved it all off yet,' Jemma went on chattily. 'The Macbeth director wanted to go "full bush", as Elizabethan witches probably didn't shave their pubes. So he made us grow ours out. And, as you can see: natural redhead. I can wash out the dye on my head for this role if you like?'

I groped for the words. 'Um, that's good to know,' I said.

'Would you like to see my boobs now?' Jemma said, guileless.

I nodded, and Jemma proceeded to unfasten her shirt buttons. My penis twitched at the sight of the deep, pale cleavage which extended upwards from the cups of a rather ill-fitting bra, and as the blouse fell from her alabaster shoulders and the tops of her ample breasts wobbled into view I experienced yet another surge of arousal at the sight of penny-sized pink areolae peeking out above the trim. Always promising when nipples sail above that lacy line of latitude.

'Very nice,' I nodded, taking in the sight. She hadn't bothered pulling her trousers up, and still had her fiery pubic thatch on candid display, her knees writhing slightly awkwardly. I didn't know whether to tell her to pull her pants up or take them off altogether, and instead opted to let her do her thing. Her body was effortlessly shapely and feminine, slender of waist and subtly plump in hip, thigh, and stomach, a cute little crease like a smile above her crotch, her belly button a deep, tight indentation.

'I can't remember,' she grimaced. 'Was the boob-shimmying part of the script with the bra on or bra off? So sorry, I know I should have come better prepared!'

'That's fine, not to worry. It's with the bra off,' I said. 'But I'd be interested to see your shimmy in a bra, too. Please.'

'Oh yes of course how silly,' Jemma said. 'The script says that the presenter opens her blouse to bare her breasts, so how can she be wearing a bra!' She laughed, and Sadie and I laughed along politely. This girl was reminding me more and more of Emma. While I of course relished the prospect of auditioning the other women lined up outside, I felt we had a strong candidate in Jemma Healey already. If, of course, her breasts were as impressive nude as they already looked bulging from the brassiere. 'Tell you what,' she continued. 'I'll give you a bra-on shimmy, then take the bra off and put the blouse back on with my back turned, then give you the full blouse-opening effect. Sound good?'

'If you're comfortable with that,' I replied, 'Then by all means, Ms Healey.'

The enthusiastic 25-year-old, still absent-mindedly flashing her bush at us, shook her hands and inhaled deeply. Her entire chest rose in so doing, and I noted with admiration and arousal how the body band of the bra was thus lifted clear of her rib cage, affording us a good eyeful of firm, plump underboob, with a decent inch of tight undercleavage to go with it.

Sadie leaned over and whispered, 'Clearly in the wrong sized bra, bless her. I'll be just as relieved as she is when she finally whips the thing off.'

At least Sadie had dispensed with the disapproving asides and was taking an interest in what was going on, I thought with relief.

Jemma hopped a little on her toes, her poorly-constrained chest bouncing with heavy elasticity up and down. I couldn't take my eyes off the peekaboo hints of areolae that promised an exceptionally perky pair aching for nude, jiggly freedom. The firm rounded shape of the cups however revealed little of the natural shape, all that could be deduced for now was two cantaloupe-sized masses of tit-meat, smallish blush-pink nipples, and a naturally tight-set cleavage (as evidenced by the fact that the central gore of the brassiere refused to dig its way anywhere close to her torso). In fact, her warm-up had treated us to sufficient in-bra shimmying to erect a proud tent in my trousers, and out of the corner of my eye I perceived Sadie taking note of this. Sadie had missed my spectacular post-titwank orgasm by a matter of seconds earlier, but I could feel my medicinally-assisted testicles recharge already, and we were still on the first auditionee who hadn't even taken her bra off yet.

'Here we go,' said Jemma, and with hands primly behind her back, shimmied her shoulders with practiced efficiency. Her bosom shook with spellbinding autonomous complexity, the lower orbs moving as one within the rigid constraints of the underwired bra, the twin upper expanses following their own independent trajectories sloshing and jostling, careening like plates of jelly in slow-motion. The nipples, to my surprise, stayed where they were, faintly visible but actually well-secured. 'It's not an especially effective bra, is it?' laughed Jemma, her bosoms continuing to rebound off one another even though she had ceased gyrating her shoulders some moments previously.

'What size is it?' asked Sadie, addressing the young actress for the first time.

'The bra you mean? Or my chest?'

'The bra.'

'Oh that's a good question,' she said. 'I rarely wear the things, but I thought it might be proper to put in the effort today. Though ironically this is one audition I needn't have bothered going to all that trouble for!'

We laughed.

Jemma looked down at the black lace number her breasts were currently attempting to occupy. 'I got this one when I was... eighteen years old I think. Which would make it a 34D. Mum didn't approve of the Wonderbra at that age, but I was always a bit of a show-off. Heaven knows what size I am now. Anyway, would you like to see what my boobs look like braless under the blouse?'

I nodded, boggle-eyed. Jemma grinned and turned her back to us, auburn curls spinning, and before she finally remembered to pull her jeans back up I laid leering eyes on her heavenly, perfectly plumped nude behind, beneath whose comfy domed buttocks I longed to slide my now painfully rigid penis. She was turning me on so much I didn't even want her tits, just anything, any contact with that gorgeous young body.

While Jemma fiddled clumsily with the clearly rather unfamiliar mechanism that kept the brassiere's backband fastened, Sadie leaned in again and confided that she had already been a size 34E at eighteen. I wondered why she felt compelled to vouchsafe this piece of information, but I would never tire of listening to women talking about bras, and I took the piece of biographical colour gratefully on board.

Jemma's bra, finally snapped asunder, flew off her with a twang, and I afforded myself a glimpse of swaying backboob as it swayed to and fro into view beneath her armpits either side of her slender back. Delectable pale orbs. High, round, and hugely promising. Red marks lined her shoulders and sides where the poorly fitting childhood bra had left its overworked impression. She stooped for the blouse on the floor, udders swaying teasingly beneath her, and swiftly put it on.

The charming pricktease span to face us, and her chest swayed deliciously from side to side, now constrained only very loosely by the black silk blouse. Her breasts were now a different proposition, but by no means diminished in horny allure. They now seemed quite larger, no longer compressed by the schoolgirl Wonderbra. The first noticeable difference was width: now they weren't smooshed together they spread out to the sides, lending a topheavy hourglass shape to her appearance. Yet the undone top few buttons of her blouse showed off a cleavage that while certainly no construct of the Wonderbra, was still impressively well-defined (and thus, of course, all the more fuckable). And now hanging slightly lower, the undersides of her breasts as defined by the taut-stretched portions of the blouse were every bit as buxom and firm as they had been in the bra, but the undersides swept down with inviting maturity and sexual credibility.

My erection throbbed in my trousers, desperate to get out.

Clearly enjoying herself, Jemma flipped open the remaining few buttons on the blouse and let the black material hang casually from the tips of her full breasts. The naked cleavage on display ran nearly the full length of her bust, parting below where the undersides of her bulbous globes disappeared to either side under her blouse. The constant unsteady sway was a joy to behold. She had to be an E cup or even an F, given how slim her back was.

'So, here are my bare bosoms,' she said, and lightly parted the blouse, allowing it to fall down her shoulders. The build-up had left little to the imagination, and my pervy brain had managed to piece together what Jemma's breasts looked like fully nude, but it was still a breathtaking sight. They weren't as big as Emma's, but they certainly looked a damn sight bigger than they had done in the constrictive D-cup brassiere. Her small nipples sat high on her boobs, pointing upwards and outwards with charming, subtle asymmetry.

'And you've been nude on stage every night in Macbeth?' I said, gazing with undisguised lust at Jemma's naked tits.

'Oh yes, quite starkers,' she smiled proudly, giving her ample, shapely chest a signature jiggle, the wobbly effects of which were wide-reaching and long-lasting.

'And you say the other two witches were cast based on shared physical attributes?'

Jemma nodded eagerly, sending yet further undulations through her soft, perky udders. 'He had already cast a girl with big boobs and slim hips, and he was very keen to have us all look alike, so he spent a long time scouting for actresses with boobies just like these. Not just the size, but the nipple types, the shape, and the jiggliness. He was insistent upon witchy dancing while we cast the spells, and we had to practise getting our bosoms to shimmy in synchronization.'

I could feel my cauldron bubble.

'Excellent,' I said, summoning my composure. 'Now, Jemma, while you're clearly comfortable presenting your fine breasts to the public, you're aware that this infomercial we're making may be quite a big leap further from nude Shakespeare in terms of its sexual nature, right?'

'Yes,' she nodded eagerly. She innocently clasped her hands before her crotch, arms compressing her bare breasts together to spectacular effect. 'I wasn't aware of titfucking before, but I looked it up on the internet. The men in those videos do seem to enjoy it, though I was surprised that they mostly felt the need to finish the job by hand. Why don't they ejaculate while still between the breasts? I think I'd feel rather insulted if a partner did that to me!'

'That's what we're trying to promote with our school and this short information film,' I explained. 'The mutually pleasurable execution of a hands-free titfuck, all the way to full orgasm. We want to teach the skills that can make this happen every time.' 

'Then I approve,' enthused the busty Jemma. 'And very much hope I can be part of this.'

I set up my camcorder on its tripod to do the screen test. Jemma donned her blouse again, sat before us and read a portion of the script. Her diction was clear and her manner warm and friendly. And dammit I wanted those proudly jellying perky round tits round my aching dick so fucking badly. I had become greedy and presumptuous in my newfound ability to get seemingly any busty girl's naked chest in my lap, and in fact they were volunteering, queuing up in their droves. So even after a mere ten minutes of Jemma's naked jubblies I was already getting impatient, and my cock palpably felt overdue its regular release. It was as though I'd gone days without ejaculating, when in fact it had been less than a couple of hours.

Jemma had reached rather cheeky line in the script where the presenter opens her blouse and boasts of not needing a bra, and she began to unbutton herself but then broke off. 'Do you think I can get away with that line?' She chewed her lip doubtfully and jiggled her breasts in the blouse by way of unfettered illustration. 'It's true that I don't wear a bra very often, but that's not because I think I don't need one. It's simply more comfortable braless.'

'Don't worry, we can change the line,' I raised a dismissive hand. 'You could improvise something. But you can leave the line that says your partner will be hard before you even take your top off. That part definitely still applies.'

'You... You think so?' Jemma looked down at her naturally shapely bust and arched her back, forcing both jiggly orbs tightly against the black silk.

'I know so,' I said. 'Look.' I stood, and shamelessly flaunted the obscene priapism that distended the front of my trousers. The boner had got caught in the leg of my boxer shorts and was wedged awkwardly to one side.

'Oh please,' groaned Sadie under her breath.

'Goodness, you're hard sure enough!' exclaimed Jemma in shock and delight, her bosom heaving with pride. Then, sympathetically: 'That can't be comfortable.' She pointed at my straining groin with a coy finger.

'It's not comfortable at all,' I admitted, shifting my balance from one foot to another.

'Let it out, if you like,' shrugged Jemma. 'I don't mind.'

'I think that would be rather... inappropriate,' I protested, not meaning it in the slightest.

'Oh go on,' she said, her excitement rising, nipples visible hardening against the silk. 'Take your trousers off. And your pants, too. Set your old chap free. Boobs don't belong in bras, and willies don't belong in trousers. Why are we given these constructive prisons for the parts of our bodies that long the most for freedom? Don't you agree... Sorry I didn't catch your name.'

'Sadie.'

'You've quite a sizable pair on you, don't you love setting them free every evening?'

'I suppose.'

'Then let's help Martin feel like he's among friends, and go bottomless for him.'

Amid a scraping of chairs along parquet flooring the three of us stood and fumbled in silence with our belt buckles and flies. Sadie's jeans, knickers, and tights came down in one efficient go, and I admired her squarely-trimmed landing strip of dark pubic carpeting, and the elegant swooping curve of her womanly hips. As she rose again, she was nearly smacked in the face by my rigid member as it twanged defiantly from its imprisonment. She looked up at me with that dubious raised eyebrow and a scolding look that said, I know exactly what you're up to. I smiled and shrugged, my cock giving a cheerful pulsing twitch. Jemma's braless bosom bounced vigorously in her blouse as she hopped out of her own jeans and knickers which were now all the way down to the floor. Her legs weren't the best, but then who cared with tits and smile like hers. She slid the table away from between us, and looked at my cock which sprouted, rigid and tall, from beneath the hem of my shirt, cum-swollen testicles dangling precariously beneath. 'That feels much better, I'm sure,' she said.

We sat again, bare behinds on the cold wooden seats of the folding chairs, Sadie's plump, firm thighs crossed, Jemma's knees locked together with the script in her lap. I spread my legs slightly

Glancing at the script and looking back up at the camera behind Sadie and me, Jemma continued. 'The first step is quite simple: bare your breasts.' With a gentle smile on her soft pink lips, Jemma deftly worked her way through the blouse buttons, baring first that deep natural cleavage then, once more, the soft, luscious, well-formed tits that created it. Her pink nipples were now stiff little nubs, and her bust shook invitingly as the blouse fell gracefully from her shoulders. Deviating from the script as discussed, she continued. 'If your breasts are anything like mine you'll have your man at full, throbbing rigidity already. His testicles will be straining at full capacity, ready to explode all over you the second you expose yourself to him. Especially if, like me, you prefer to go without a bra and you've been teasing him with braless jiggling all day.' She paused, raised her eyebrows, and looked at Sadie then at me. 'How was that?'




L.C.T.F. Ch. 20



'Very effective,' I wheezed, using all my willpower to keep my precum-streaming erection from overbalancing into orgasm. 'Though remember that our market is women, not men, so you don't have to go quite so sexy.'

'Was I being sexy?' Jemma looked puzzled. 'I wasn't trying to be, I promise. Merely describing what I was seeing.' She gestured toward my twitching naked boner.

'Ah yes of course,' I said. 'I suppose women like you can't just stop being sexy at will. Pretty faces and big shapely breasts like yours are something you must live with all the time. So please forgive me for assuming that you were attempting to turn me on deliberately.'

Jemma mulled something in her mind. 'You do seem rather distracted,' she said, pouting and cocking her auburn-locked head sympathetically to one side. 'And I wonder if it would help you to focus if you really did relieve those bursting balls of yours.'

I could tell where she was going with this and simply cut to the chase: 'Would you like to try to give me a titfuck?'

A big grin spread across Jemma Healey's face and she leapt straight to her feet, buxom nude breasts rebounding with gleeful abandon, the script slipping from her lap to bare for us once again her thickly tousled naturally ginger bush. She was stark naked, obliviously beautiful, and more comfortable with public nudity than any girl I'd ever met. 'I've never tried before, but I promise I'll give it a damn good shot.'

I spread my feet and knees apart and directed her toward the floor at my feet, telling her to kneel there and to adjust the height of her bust to make it level with my straining, itching cock.

'Like this?' Jemma said, shuffling obediently forward. The tips of her pale, plump, jaunty tits jutted out above my thighs, and their radiant busty glow alone felt like enough to set me off.

'Perfect,' I said. 'Now cup your bosoms with both hands, and use them to softly massage my erection.'

Using the thought of Sadie's presumable disapproval as an orgasm-deterrent, I closed my eyes and sank back in my chair as Jemma's pillowy bounty engulfed my penis. Her breath tickled my helmet in short, nervous panting gasps as the ambitious actress tenderly manipulated me with those lovely nude boobs. I lost myself in ecstasy. Up and down Jemma's breasts went, and I dared not open my eyes and look down for fear of cumming. I wanted this bizarre but improbably horny encounter to last forever.

As the marshmallow-soft erotic cock-massage continued, my mind wandered to my first titfuck experience. Strangely enough it hadn't been with Marion, my first girlfriend, the German minx who had awoken my tit-fetish (and, indeed, my redhead fetish). I had been at nineteen a late starter, she at eighteen already somewhat experienced. She had exquisitely formed teen C-cups which had over the course of the first two months of our year-long relationship blossomed first into Ds, then Es (a growth spurt she had attributed to the birth control pill, and which I on the other hand took as proof of the power of prayer). When those yearning, burgeoning, beckoning bosoms hit 34E they were twice the volume of their C-cup selves, two handfuls each rather than one, yet hadn't sagged a single millimetre. They were still the perfect, classically-shaped tits they had been eight weeks previously when we'd met at a mutual friend's house party, just twice as large, and twice as heavy, those soft pink kitten's-nose areolae scaled up in perfect proportion. Those first glorious weeks had felt like a succession of relationships with different girls, each one top-heavier and more boner-inducing than the last. And yet, obsessed as I was with those gravity-defying swollen tits, and as turned on as she had been with that obsession, it never occurred to either of us to try titfucking, not once. We were perfectly content with fucking. Breasts played a huge (and ever-growing) role in our foreplay, and I lived for the times she rode me cowgirl and let those firm, perky C-cups, then D-cups, then (praise the Lord!) E-cups shake and jostle before her as she gyrated her way energetically round my delirious cock. I had groped, sucked those mouthfuls of nipple til my mouth went dry, squeezed and fondled, wanked myself silly gazing at them as she stripped for me, but never once inserted my horny adolescent boner into that deep, firm cleavage.

No, it had been Alex, some two or three years later who had turned me into the insatiable titwank fiend I remain to this day. We had met via online dating, I was drawn to her by the photograph which intriguingly hinted at a huge bosom, despite her profile describing her figure as "skinny". I had politely avoided mention of her chest in the correspondence leading up to our first date, but upon meeting her for a glass of wine in the pub by Victoria station her opening gambit had been to shimmy off her jacket to reveal the same white top from her dating profile picture, beneath which twin torpedo-jugs jutted, arch her back and blurt out the words "Guess whether I'm wearing a bra."

Dumbfounded, I struggled for words.

'Is it obvious?' she asked.

'Your... bra?' I looked down at the conical extremities stretching the white V-neck T-shirt, and the tight inch of cleavage on show. Whatever was holding those solid jugs aloft had me fooled. No sign of quad-boob, no outline of lace or wire, no tell-tale straps peeping out on her shoulder. 'No, your bra isn't obvious at all. Apart from its effects, of course. It's doing an admirable job.'

Alex shrieked with laughter. I looked around but it was a noisy sort of pub with regular clientele nursing their pints, watching the big-screen sports and minding their own business.

'What's so funny,' I smiled in befuddlement.

The torpedo-busted tease lowered her voice to theatrically conspiratorial stage whisper. 'I'm not wearing one!'

I looked automatically back down at Alex's chest in disbelief and delight. 'Bloody hell,' I murmured finally.

'I meant is it obvious that I'm *not* wearing a bra, silly!' She tugged the hem of her T-shirt downwards, pulling the cotton taut over her jutting mammaries, flattening their tips, rounding their form somewhat, but these puppies were way too firm to yield to that kind of pressure. 'My nips must be showing through, surely?'

I couldn't believe that after years of being scolded for glances indiscreetly stolen of big busts, here was a young woman fascinated enough with her own to be actively seeking out my horny attention. Looking closely, I could indeed discern the outlines of smooth, gently mounded areolae, about the diameter of golf balls. 'Now you mention it, yes, I can see your areolae a little. Just the shape though, and it's not too obvious.' I was by this point, it goes without saying, fully erect in my suit trousers.

'Oh, nipples, areolae, that's what I meant. They're pretty much skin coloured so they don't show through white tops. Lucky me! And my nipples don't get erect with a lot of attention.' She fixed me with a meaningful stare. 'A *lot*'

'Right,' I said. This was a side to her I had not seen in our correspondence. The exchange of messages had been whimsical and eccentric, but she was laying it on pretty thick all of a sudden. Why the need to draw my attention to something as blatant as her massive tits?

'My bra's in my bag,' she said. 'I took it off at work. The thing is, when I wear a bra my bosoms look extra ginormous, and I didn't want to scare you off, like I scared off the last few boys from the dating site.'

'They were scared off by your... your...'

'By my bosoms, yes! Never heard from them again. My profile picture used to be the whole deal, face and chest, but that just drew attention from very dull men. So I cropped the picture to the one I have now, just the face, but of course I selected "skinny" as my body type because apart from the obvious -' she cupped her small hands under massive tits by way of entirely unnecessary illustration, '- I'm just skin and bones. So everyone after that seemed nice but must have been expecting some stick insect supermodel, and instead they were confronted with Dolly Parton. This time I decided to minimize the effect by doing away with the bra. There's certainly a lot less cleavage on display, but the bra keeps them nice and round and without it they go back to their natural shape which is very pointy. If anything they stick out even further, so perhaps this was a mistake after all -'

'Alex,' I interrupted her, holding both hands up. 'Seriously, don't worry. First of all, you look great. Gorgeous. Second, I honestly never would have guessed you're not wearing a bra. Your breasts are ample, firm, high and perky in a way most women spend their lives trying to reproduce with expensive lingerie. Third, I would be crazy to run away now. You're basically my ideal woman: intelligent, funny, pretty, tall, huge perfectly-shaped breasts.'

'You don't mind the big breasts?' she double-checked.

'No! Not at all. I think they're amazing! You look incredible.'

'My bra size scares men,' she said earnestly.

'I find that hard to believe,' I said.

Alex lifted her bag from the pub carpet and placed it on the banquette between us. Rifling around, she tugged forth the wide elasticated back-band of her bra. Next to the countless hooks was a label. 'Go on, read the label,' she said.

I peered at it and gulped. Thirty-two H. I hadn't realised bra sizes went that high. 'Very nice,' I winked.

'You don't think I'm a freak then?'

'Far from it,' I insisted.

'Yay!' she punched the air triumphantly with her right fist, and for the first time betrayed he bralessness as her jutting right tit hopped and swayed in response.

'I hate to think that you have negative feelings about your figure,' I said with concern.

'Oh quite the opposite,' she insisted. 'I love my body! I just wish someone else would be obsessed with it as I am. Which is a lot.' She wagged her eyebrows in a cartoonishly suggestive manner.

I was painfully, throbbingly hard. I'd spent hours fondling and groping lovely pairs of boobs before, but never had such a long conversation about them with their owner. Girls were so self-conscious about them, both in and out of the bedroom, seeing them as silly appendages, means to an end, at worse as a complete nuisance. But this girl Alex seemed blissfully content to waffle on about hers endlessly.

'My wine's finished,' she said, after necking the remaining half glass. 'Your round.'

'Could you, um, give me a second,' I said, and fumbled in my pocket.

'Your wallet's in your jacket,' Alex said. 'You put it there earlier, I saw.'

'It's not my wallet,' I said. And, the level of frankness in the conversation providing some encouragement, I explained. 'It's my erection.'

Alex's eyes bulged and her hand shot to her mouth, which gaped in shock and amusement.

'All this talk of your breasts has given me a stonking boner for the past twenty minutes,' I shrugged, manipulating said boner through my trouser pocket into a relatively discreet angle, held in place under my shirt by my belt.

'Twenty minutes. Impressive stamina,' she noted, as I did my best to look casual standing up.

I bought two more glasses of house white and shuffled back to the table, cock throbbing hopefully not too noticeably in my suit.

Alex took a sip. 'We can change the subject if you like,' she offered, with a growing mischievous glint in her eye. 'If it's putting you in a... compromising position?'

'My erection is my problem,' I insisted. 'Please continue to talk about your breasts. I want the full story.'

'Gosh! It's so exciting talking about all of this with a straight man,' Alex enthused. She rolled her eyes pensively to the ceiling, absent-mindedly letting her hand drift down the cotton-covered upper slope of one mountainous boob. 'So, the full story. I was a really late developer. My nickname at college was Mrs Bean, because I was clumsy and tall and thin as a beanpole, completely flat-chested. Then, over the break... boom! I shot up from a double-A to a double-D cup that summer and when I returned next semester I was practically unrecognisable. My nickname was hastily changed from Mrs Bean to "Deedee", in honour of, you know, the double-Ds. Suddenly boys started showing an interest in me, and I swiftly made up for all the sex I had been missing, but teenage boys are terrible with breasts, either too rough or too timid. I used to have to spend a lot of time teaching them how to treat them properly with their hands, mouths, and their... well, you know. I had read in Cosmo how some women find it possible to orgasm just from having their breasts stimulated, and I was determined to be one of those women, so my time exploring my body myself and having it explored by others was focused almost exclusively on these things.'

'And did you manage it?'

'A breast orgasm?' Alex bit her lip and nodded, eyes widening again in guilty pleasure. 'I secretly bought a vibrator and hid it in my room, and got there that way, buzzing it against my nips. After that there was no looking back. But doing it myself was one thing. Getting a boy to get me there was a different matter. I enjoy sex, but it's always a little disappointing. I get my best orgasms alone.' She paused, then: 'Is it weird talking about all of this on a first date?'

'Somewhat,' I said.

'How's your erection?'

'Still there.'

'Do you think you could make it onto a bus?'

We headed to Alex's place in Vauxhall, a house shared with three other young professionals. Alex had gone back to university to study alternative medicine, and while I thought it a lot of nonsense, whatever that natural bust-firming remedy was she told me she rubbed on her chest was obviously working, so either there was something in it, or Alex was simply blessed with naturally great tits.

She ushered me quietly up the stairs to her bedroom and shut the door behind me, leaving me to stand there there, still a little tipsy from the wine, amid the unholy mess of magazines and clothes. The sight of the enormous bras draped over the wardrobe door stirred my cock. Was I really about to see the occupants of those bras in the flesh? It seemed too good to be true. Paranoia welled in me about what the catch might be, but not strongly enough to affect my extreme horniness. She joined me a minute later holding big glasses of tap water, which she encouraged us both to guzzle down, explaining its cleansing benefits. OK so she was a bit of a homeopathy nutcase, I could live with that. Anything, just let me get my hands on those jugs. She turned on the fairy lights over the mirror, leaving the room half lit by those, half lit by the dull glow of the streetlamp outside through the curtains.

We took off our coats and jackets and stood opposite one another, gazing excitedly into each other's eyes. Alex's braless torpedoes heaved expectantly, straining the white V-neck top to the limit.

'Are you very, very hard?' she whispered.

'Fuck yes,' I breathed back.

'I think you deserve to see my breasts,' she voiced, magnanimously. 'But only if you cum. They deserve to be spunked over in return for being seen. Do you think you'll cum?'

'Yes,' I nodded, heart pounding. 'I will most definitely cum.'

'Do you promise?'

There was no denying I was on the brink of a powerful ejaculatory explosion that had been teeming within me for the past two hours. 'You've managed to keep me hard uninterruptedly all evening,' I pointed out. 'Frankly I'm amazed I haven't cum already.'

'Wonderful,' she enthused in hushed tones. 'Get your willy out then.'

Without hesitation I unbuckled my belt and let my suit trousers fall to the floor. My erection was wedged awkwardly to one side, jabbing out with ferocious rigidity. Alex's eyes gleamed as she watched me prise the waistband of my black boxer briefs outwards, allowing my relieved cock to twang upwards, the small opening in the top gasping for air. The pungent musk of precum wafted upwards from the lagoon of the stuff that had been seeping out and gathering around my balls. Alex inhaled it, the aroma firing her appetite. My cock twitched and throbbed, twitched and throbbed, begging for release. My balls felt enormous.

'See if you can hit them from there,' she said. 'I've never made a boy cum just by taking my top off. Have you ever cum without touching yourself just from seeing a girl's boobies?'

I shook my head.

'Then let's see if we can make it happen now. I think you're the one. Ready? One. Two. Three.'

She crossed her arms over her swelling chest, crushing it down as far as it would go (which wasn't very far), grabbed the hem of her top and peeled it up.

Tits like I had never dreamed of leapt out at me, and my cock responded as only it knew how, by launching a thick eruption of pent-up semen high into the air. Those boobs were the shape and density of a pair of perky B-cups, but scaled up to H-cup dimensions. Her nipples were smooth and flat, a gently shiny coral pink, dotted with small soft nipples at their centres. Alex pulled her T-shirt all the way through her ash-blonde lioness mane as her conical, upswept bosoms jostled in ponderous slow-motion high atop her svelte torso. She probably hadn't even been aware that I had started cumming. It had happened so quickly that her face was still obscured by the T-shirt when the first payload shot skyward, and it had vaulted so high that it had cleared not only her breasts but her head too and was making its way onto the carpet far behind her. Her arms descended back to her sides and her jugs slammed together, just in time to receive the second, third, and fourth spunky deliveries from my convulsing genitals.

'Yes!' panted Alex in a suppressed cry of vain pleasure. 'Yes! My big bosoms are making you cum in the air! Oh god it's so beautiful!'

It was my first hands-free orgasm, not counting wet dreams, which in any case I experienced very rarely. It felt like it would go on forever. I had never been so viscerally turned on in my whole life. Glutinous white semen splattered like wallpaper paste all across Alex's vast peaks in broad, generous strokes. I jerked my hips involuntarily, fucking the air between us as the final few nutfuls of jism pelted her stomach. She took a precautionary chest-shuddering step or two back to avoid the dregs hitting her trousers, the remainder spilling sadly to the wooden floor.

Alex, slack-jawed, stared down at her jizz-festooned bust for a few moments, then back up at me, her green eyes awakening to an entirely new sexual experience...

'Martin!'

I came to my senses.

'Martin!'

The nostalgic daydream cut out. I was in the rehearsal studio. Jemma's cum-strewn breasts were still uncertainly locked around my stiff dick.

'Are you going to cum a third time?' the redhead asked in disbelief.

'Wh-what?' I was dazed and disorientated. 'How many times have I cum?'

'Twice,' said Sadie.

'Perhaps I had better save some,' I wheezed. 'Thank-you, Jemma. You'll hear from us.'

I winced as Jemma's beautiful breasts released their softly encompassing grip on my shaft, and stared up gratefully as the actress rose to her feet and her spunky boobs quivered and swayed above me.

There was a knock at the door and Emma poked her head into the room again. She briefly took in the sight of Jemma, stark naked, wiping the lake of semen from her ample bust with a paper tissue that Sadie had considerately offered her.

'So sorry to interrupt,' Emma said. 'But it's been twenty minutes and people have been waiting a while. Can I send the next one in?'

'Yes,' I said. 'Once Ms Healey leaves the room send the next applicant in right away.'

'Great!' smiled Emma in relief. She slipped into the room and smiled impishly at Jemma's spunky ablutions. 'I see Martin's been showing you the ropes,' she said impishly to the naked actress.




L.C.T.F. Ch. 20



'Ropes is the right word,' giggled Jemma. 'Ropes and ropes of semen!'

'Who's next?' I asked Emma, who wandered across to my side while I jammed my still palpably unresolved semi-erection back into my trousers.

Emma consulted her clipboard, and lowered her voice so Jemma, dressing on the other side of the room, couldn't hear. 'Stephanie Fox. You remember, the girl from Stonemere Park school. We've been chatting outside, such a nice girl. And sporting such a delightful pair of boobies! Do you think you'll be... you know...' she pointed questioningly at my groin.

'I've titfucked her twice already at the school,' I said. 'So she'll understand what it's all about. I'll try to make it quick, if that's what you're getting at, I'm aware we're already behind schedule.'

'Good,' Emma smiled primly. 'I know what you're like when you've not had a full release, you'll be coming up with all sorts of excuses to stick that cock into the girls' cleavages. Ms Healey's chest looked well and truly drenched - I take it you're fully purged for now?'

I hesitated.

Emma, eyebrow raised, stoops and placed a dainty hand on my crotch, then raised the other eyebrow as she detected the lingering rigidity.

'Bye,' waved Jemma, fully dressed, from the doorway. 'I look forward to hearing from you!'

We said goodbye and watched her leave and shut the door behind her.

'Stand up,' ordered Emma. 'Come on.'

I rose unsteadily to my feet. With brusque efficiency, Emma undid my trousers, pulled forth my dick, knelt before me, popped open the top buttons of her blouse, and let my swollen cockhead enter her deep cleavage. It was like sinking into a hot bubble bath after a long day. However besotted I had been with Marion's ballooning bosoms, and however feverishly obsessed I had been with Alex's miraculous mammaries, I knew this was where my cock belonged. Emma's cleavage felt like home, and in a matter of seconds I was spending my third and for now final load deep inside it.

'Feel better?' smiled Emma, looking up at me as semen pooled beneath her collarbone.

I nodded with heartfelt gratitude, and Emma stood, buttoning her blouse back up over her cum-coated décolleté while I returned my now wilting penis to my boxer shorts and pulled my trousers back up.

Emma marched back to the door, clipboard clasped to her braless bust. 'Now at least I can rely on you to behave!' she grinned, and went out to get Stephanie.

For now, anyway, I thought.



L.C.T.F. Ch. 01



Emma grinned, pleased with herself, and hopped a little on the spot, adding extra bounce to her endlessly moving chest.

'Now, there's something else you did which helped to prolong my erect state, can you remember what that was?'

Emma's brow furrowed as she cast her mind back.

'You talked about them, remember?'

'About these?' She grabbed her breasts and hefted them inquiringly, her delicate hands tiny beneath the abundant firm mounds of flesh, then released them to sway freely from side to side again.

'Yes, you asked me if your big jiggling breasts were turning me on, or words to that effect.'

'Oh now I remember, yes that did feel rather naughty! Although as I recall it was at that point that you started to ejaculate.'

'Good point, but that was going to happen anyway, with my being so long overdue an orgasm,' I noted. 'The third way to get a breast-man hard and/or keeping him hard, after showing him your breasts, then setting them into motion, is to talk about them.'

'But... What do I say?' The topless young woman looked lost.

'Describe them, for instance. Talk about them in appealing terms. Reminisce about them. Have they grown lately? When did they first start to grow? Talk about your bras, your corsets, your friends' breasts even, celebrity breasts. It doesn't make any difference whether you find your own breasts or other women's interesting or boring, the fact is that anything you say about your breasts, however mundane, will be sexually of interest to your breast-fetishist lover. You want to appear as obsessed with them yourself as he is. The less guilty he feels about objectifying your womanly attributes, the more he will relax, the harder he will become, and the more pleasurable the intercourse between you will ultimately be.'

'Right,' she nodded, taking this in.

'Why don't we try that,' you suggested. 'As you can see, my erection is starting to ebb a little.'

Emma cleared her throat. 'Mmmm,' she started, rather forced. 'Look at my beautiful double-E cups. So big and firm and smooth. Look what a perfect shape they are, see how my cute pale nipples point up at you.' She paused and gave a little curtsy. 'How was that?'

'Very good start,' I said. Double-E cup! Christ. 'Lacked a little conviction, but I can see that you've grasped the general idea. Why don't you put your vest on and try these first steps of foreplay all together.'

Emma picked the vest from the floor, her bountiful milky udders swinging enticingly beneath her, turned away, put her vest on, inhaled deeply, exhaled, shaking her fingers, then turned on the spot to face me. The sight of her phenomenal assets straining out of the white thermal undergarment nearly pushed me over the edge, my cock lurching unexpectedly, but I managed to contain myself.

'Can you tell if I'm wearing a bra?' she said, triggering in me yet another titfuck memory. Those very words had been Alex's opening gambit to me on our first date, in a pub. Emma couldn't possibly have known this. Or could she?

'Clearly you're wearing a bra,' I said, following her roleplay. 

'What do you think now?' She set her bust into a perfect shimmy. Those high, pouting jugs jostled and quivered like firm-set jelly.

I gulped. 'I still don't think you're wearing a bra,' I countered. 'No breasts that large could possibly be such a perfect shape.'

'I guess I'll have to prove it to you,' she winked, and, gyrating her curvy hips in her tights and short skirt, peeled the vest up and over her head. Her breasts, now fully unrestrained, jiggled to and fro on a wider asynchronous path, then slapped into one another and settled into their gentle shimmy again. 'Look!' She beamed boastfully. 'No bra! My breasts are jiggling bralessly, just for you.'

I gaped, momentarily lost for words, and decided there and then that I could never get bored or even be unaroused by the sight of Emma's magnificent perky tits.

'And look how big they are,' she continued. 'They've each got to be at least the size of my head. You do like big bosoms, I hope?'

'Very much,' I croaked, spellbound.

Emma stopped her gyrating, dropped her hands to her sides, and stopped (although of course her heavy breasts continued quivering for some time). 'How was that? I can see you're very hard indeed, even throbbing a little, so I guess it must have been OK?'

'Definitely better,' I gasped. 'But still many areas for improvement. We can continue to work on your breast-patter and shimmy in the lessons ahead.'

Emma wilted a little and nodded her head gravely. 'Yes sir.'

'Now, I said, for the last part of the lesson, let's do an actual titfuck,' you said.

'Oh marvellous!' Emma lit up again, her bust heaving with pride.

'Lie down on the carpet,' you instructed.

Emma complied. 'This is so exciting!' she gushed.

'This is the most straightforward type of titfuck,' you explained. 'Male giving, female receiving, so there's really very little for you to do except lie there, make sure my penis stays securely between your breasts, and provide ongoing verbal encouragement.'

'Got it,' she said from her position on the floor.

'Firstly, hold your breasts together with your hands to form a cleavage.'

She did so, grasping the sides of her expansive knockers and pressing them together. 'They already form quite a substantial cleavage if I simply press my arms tightly against my sides,' she volunteered keenly, demonstrating. 'I don't even have to hold them there with my hands, they just stick straight up.'

'So I can see,' I noted, mind blown. 'We can work with that next time, but for now let's stay with the hand-guided method.' Her boobs were indeed so big and so close-set that they formed an invitingly fuckable cleavage almost unaided. Her pale nipples circulated unsteadily atop this spectacular titcastle.

'Very well sir, I'll be sure to remind you next week.' Emma took her breasts in her hands again.

I placed my feet either side of her torso and lowered my naked backside slowly onto her lower rib cage. My aching hard-on rested obscenely on the steep slope of her undercleavage. 'Now, very gradually, prise your bosoms apart and allow my erection to drop between them until it's as far down as it will go.'

With visible concentration, Emma did as I had told her. As the soaring twin peaks of her Himalayan bust separated, my hard penis slid slowly downward into the deep, dark valley of her cleavage. My cock disappeared from view almost entirely, only the very tip visible, aiming at Emma's dainty chin.

'Did I do that correctly?' she asked with anxious eyebrows.

'It was fine to start with, but we'll work on it over the course of the coming weeks.' I didn't want to admit that I was already dangerously close to orgasm. 'Now simply hold them in place while I slide my engorged member back and forth between them.' I started to do so, using my every last bit of concentration to stop myself from climaxing instantly.

'Ah,' Emma exclaimed as it dawned on her. 'So it's like you're fucking me, but I'm creating a rudimentary vagina with my bosoms for you to fuck instead.'

'Now you're catching on! You'll be a natural at this.' I continued to fuck Emma's sensational cleavage.

'I can't believe I'm actually having my first titfuck,' the bosomy beauty declared, as the tip of my cock hove into and out of view. 'Thank-you so much for agreeing to do this.'

'Not at all,' I smiled, on the brink of ejaculating.

Emma's face suddenly fell and she winced at me.

'What's the matter?' I said, still titfucking her steadily.

'This is embarrassing sir, but when I lay down my knickers rode up my bum. I'm going to have to adjust them.'

'Wait!' I said, but it was too late. Emma let go of both breasts, which fell as far as they could toward her armpits releasing my cock, then rebounded straight back together again as she moved her hands to her waist, squeezing them with her arms. Uncontrolled, her cleavage now had a chaotic grip on my cock, and as she wriggled her knickers down I found myself once more being slapped headlong to orgasm by Emma's bouncy castle chest. It was more than any red blooded man could handle and my balls overpowered me. A first painful jet of semen exploded skyward, landing with a splatter on Emma's surprised face. A pause, and then three payloads of cum, thinner and more watery, fired out, landing on and between the bosomy girl's haphazardly flailing bosoms.

'Oh sir! Oh sir!' Emma wailed in dismay. 'I've messed it up, haven't I?'

'I'm afraid so,' I said drawled, getting unsteadily to my feet and retreating to the piano stool. 'You really should have allowed me to fuck your tits to completion.'

'Stupid, stupid Emma,' the busty redhead scolded herself, sitting up straight, her jism-decorated breasts wobbling angrily.

'Don't be so hard on yourself, it was your first time,' I smiled. 'We'll try again every week until you get it right, and we'll also move on to some other techniques.'

Emma stood and cleaned her bosoms with tissue paper, muttering to herself in annoyance. The hour was up and we dressed in silence. She counted out some banknotes from her purse and handed them to me. 'Seventy pounds, as promised.'

I walked her to the door. 'Same time next week?'

'Same time next week,' she repeated with a solemn smile. 'I promise to do better. Any homework?'

I thought for a moment. 'How about I email you an application form of sorts for you to complete during the week, with some questions you can answer to help me fine-tune the curriculum?'

'How very exciting,' she exclaimed, 'And how professional! I'm the first student at the London College of Tit-Fucking! You should start this up as a proper business.'

Yes, I thought to myself. I should.