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.