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.