L.C.T.F. Ch. 12

Helen unsnapped the bra and her chest, still covered but now unfettered, rebounded upward with a quivering shudder. Even Alex gave pause for the briefest moment of admiration for this promising clue as to what lay ahead. When the bra came off I hardened conspicuously, a tent erecting itself within my linen trousers at the sight of those smooth, rounded cones of uptilted titflesh with their pale pink shiny areolae and soft blushing nipples. 'What do you think?' Helen asked Alex, adding her neatly folded bra to the small pile of clothes on the chair.

'I think you should be very proud of your breasts, Helen,' said Alex. 'Martin told me that they were like miniature versions of my own, and I must say I am inclined to agree!'

'You said that, Martin?' said Helen. 'I don't know what to say, other than that I'm exceedingly flattered that you think so.'

'Absolutely,' I replied. 'Not that I would describe your breasts as miniature, though, a 32 double-D is an ample bra size indeed.'

'More than enough to wrap around a big stiff cock,' beamed Alex as she set to work measuring the size, shape, and volume of Helen's beautiful bare bust.

Helen shivered at the touch of the cold metal tools being applied to her naked skin. 'The wrapping-around is the difficult part,' she confessed. 'The way my breasts point upward and outward, combined with how firm they are actually makes it quite difficult for me to form a deep enough cleavage for Martin to insert his erection in its entirety, so we've been exploring alternatives.'

'I can't wait to see!' said Alex, writing up her notes and taking a couple of photographs of the topless librarian.

We started the lesson, Helen beginning by telling a very arousing tale of a time she had lost her bikini top in the sea whilst holidaying alone in the south of France and had returned to the beach to find her clothes and towel stolen, leaving her to return to her hotel topless. What had clearly been a distressing situation for the sexually shy young woman was now paying dividends, and it was rewarding to see the mounting delight in her prim, serious face as every new detail of her inopportune display of public nudity added throbbing length, girth, and rigidity to my now-naked cock. It had taken a while, but these lessons were really starting to perform the desired function of getting Helen out of her shell and thawing her sexual frigidity. In reframing a tale of crippling humiliation as a cockteasing anecdote, she was bringing much-needed closure to an episode from her past which clearly had cast a long shadow over her sexual confidence. I sensed she harboured many more such experiences, and could wait to get them out of her. For her own sake, of course.

My organ now primed with lust, we moved on to some basic titfucking positions to warm up. Helen's unusually solid breasts pummelled and crushed my cock, the mild pain inflicted serving as a useful antidote to the pleasure, and it wasn't until the third position of the evening (Helen on her back with me dragging my balls back and forth across her upward-pointing nipples) that my cock finally erupted and Alex could study the effects.

'At last!' said Helen, sitting up. 'I thought I was doing something wrong!'

'On the contrary,' I said, handing her a box of Kleenex. 'Drawing things out for that long is an important skill. If I'd cum straight away, on our first titfuck of the lesson, it would have been a far less pleasurable release for me than I in fact achieved. You kept me erect for twenty minutes, allowing me to admire your beautiful breasts and get progressively more aroused the whole time.'

'I suppose it also helps that I'm not giving you a fully immersive titfuck,' sighed Helen. 'What with my breasts being so firm they won't squeeze together enough to form a properly deep cleavage.'

'That's why I'm going to suggest you speak to Nina at the Storm in a D-Cup lingerie boutique. She's developed a bespoke titfucking bra, which is kind of a very tight-fitting, open-fronted plunge bra that might help you achieve the necessary depth of cleavage. Say I sent you and she'll give you a generous discount.'

Alex looked interested. 'I might go and get one for myself,' she said.

'I think I'd have a heart-attack if you did,' I said, not joking. 'You're cleavage already serves that purpose without the need for specialist underwear.'

Helen spoke up. 'In that case, would you mind both demonstrating what a full cleavage-depth titfuck procedure is? So I know what I'm working towards? I know you showed me with Emma, but I just wasn't ready then. I think I can take it now.'

'Yes certainly,' said Alex, standing, her heavy sweater-puppies jouncing readily. 'Assuming you don't have any objections, Martin?' Something about the greedy look in her eye told me that she was as keen as I was to seize the opportunity for a coldly unsentimental, purely libidinous no-strings titfuck. It would be the first time we'd ever done it with an audience. Whilst in a relationship this would have been unthinkable, but we'd split up years before and so there no emotions involved, unless sheer carnal lust counts as an emotion. Alex was in a relationship of sorts with some guy, but, like me, she was starting to find ways to professionally justify her renewed obsession with titfucking.

'Fine by me,' I said. Helen looked pleased.

'Sit down,' Alex said. I slumped back onto the sofa, my lolling cock recovering and slapping groggily from one thigh to the other. She peeled off her sweater. My dick sprang to attention at the sight of her breasts straining her blouse, the outline of her swelling nipples obscenely evident. She began to unbutton. 'Let's get that first cumblast out the way, shall we?' she said, and with the supreme confidence of the owner of a world-class pair of tits, opened her blouse and treated me to a shimmy.

'Christ!' I swore as my balls tightened and my cock launched the equivalent of two or three nutloads skywards in a single, continuous, painful fountain that scribbled in the air before landing, ridiculously, on my own head, face, and T-shirted chest.

Helen's hands went to her face, her elbows compressing a dimple of cleavage between her hard jugs. 'Oh goodness!' she exclaimed. 'You weren't joking!'

'I have to clear his pipes first, so he can last longer,' Alex said, taking over the teaching duties as she approached me, outstretched bust swaying heavily before her. 'As a tip, if blokes cum hands free they usually still stay hard afterwards. Providing there's sufficient visual stimulation, which thankfully both of us are in a beautifully busty position to provide!'

My member was indeed still throbbingly hard, and it was only because I had sudden and spontaneous mass-ejaculation that I didn't explode between Alex's tits when she dropped to her knees and let them descend either side the aching, dry-spasming length of it, landing with a dull thud on my tender testicles and thighs. Looking down, I realised for the first time that Alex's breasts were actually the same width as my thighs, which made for a pleasing visual symmetry.

'Tell Helen what it feels like,' said Alex as, hands by her side, she started to rock up and down, bouncing her heavenly jugs up and down my sore, purple-headed erection.

I looked down as my cockhead appeared and disappeared between the jouncing jugmeat. 'It feels like penetrative intercourse, but... but better,' I managed to say, dumbstruck by the incredible sensation.

'Exactly,' grinned Alex mischievously, 'My deep cleavage is like the silkiest, tightest cunt in the world. Which, by the way, is how I like to think of it for my own personal satisfaction, too.' Her body shuddered slightly at the thought, sending a secondary, lateral pattern of movement into her tits, massaging me prolifically and efficiently to a point where I could feel myself frighteningly close to cumming again already.

Helen's brow furrowed. 'You mean to say you imagine Martin's penis actually entering your... your vagina?' Her hand moved unconciously to her own pantie-clad pubic mound, swelling gently between pale, shapely thighs.

'It's gone beyond imagination for me,' said Alex zestily as she continued to molest my straining cock with her ample bust. 'I can't really tell the difference any more. My boyfriend only ever wants to fuck my pussy or my mouth, but I tell you the best way to cum is like this... oh God I feel it starting.'

Alex's nipples darkened and stiffened quite noticeably as goosebumps coursed over her body. Her throat and chest blushed pink.

'You're... you're really going to cum?' gasped Helen. She took a step closer towards us.

'Oh fuck yes,' groaned Alex. 'It started with me just pretending, in order to turn Martin on, but then it turned into a bit of an addiction, and now... now it's pretty much the only way I can get to a real orgasm.'

'Could I learn?' urged Helen, now rapt, scrutinising the spectacular titfuck under way before her.

Alex grabbed her tits and ran her fingertips over her nipples as she squeezed my cock roughly within her delicious cleavage. 'Do you ever play with your nipples, Helen?'

'Erm...'

'Now is not the time to be shy!' cried Alex. 'We're all half-naked and there's a fucking cock about to spunk between my tits!'

'Yes, yes!' stammered Helen. 'I rub my nipples with my spare hand while I touch myself in bed at night.'

'Does it feel good?' groaned Alex, rubbing her own with the palms of her hands. 'Better than when you just touch your clit?'

'It feels ten times better,' yearned Helen.

'Next time you do it, don't bother with your pussy, just squeeze your tits together and rub both nipples at the same time, and imagine a big hard cock pumping away between them, and see how close to an actual orgasm you can get,' Alex suggested between sharp yelps of pleasure as her own orgasm loomed.

Helen, as though possessed, grabbed her bare tits and rammed them together as far as they'd go, sending her fingertips into sensuous motion around her pale nipples, desperately attempting to summon a boob-climax. 'I'm so turned on,' she agonised.

'Good girl!' said Alex. 'And don't worry if you don't get there all by yourself, I'm sure Martin will be happy to help things along for you.'

'Oh yes please,' groaned Helen and stepped closer still to where we were engaged in titsex, until her crotch was just before my eyes. Reluctantly, she temporarily released one of her firm, broad, conical tits, and grabbed her pink knickers, wriggling them down over her shapely hips until an unkempt tousle of dark pubic hair came into view. As her knickers fell to the carpet she hastily placed her hand back on her needy tit. 'Touch it,' she begged me, 'Please.'

Alex's eyes gleamed lustfully as she watched my hand extend toward Helen's bush and I placed a finger delicately on the warm, wet folds beneath.

The pert librarian let out a gasp. I was barely touching her really, just ever so delicately giving her the push she needed toward a partial breast orgasm. Meanwhile Alex's own full boobgasm was clearly moments away, and I was feeling the spunk boiling afresh in my aching nuts. There we were, Alex's tits around my cock, my finger on Helen's button, and Helen titwanking herself.

Helen's orgasm, clearly long overdue, hit first. Her thighs squirmed together around my hand, locking it firmly in place, and I felt a river of pussy juice flow into my palm. She cried in delight, still clutching her tits.

This set Alex off, who, with a ferocious shake of her mammoth jugs and her wavy mane of ash-blonde hair, gave a debilitated wail of pleasure as she cock-slapped herself through the progressively ecstatic phases of a body-shattering titgasm.

And it goes without saying that I came, by no means as spectacularly as I might have done given how hard I'd cum previously in the day and evening, but Alex's tits still got the spunky coating they so thoroughly deserved.

The girls slumped onto the sofa either side of me, and we sat there, panting, the pairs of jugs beside me flushed and heaving, for a good ten minutes. Eventually Helen, delirious, went to the shower.

Alex turned her head and looked at me. 'I can see why you like this,' she grinned.