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?'