L.C.T.F. Ch. 09

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.'