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.