L.C.T.F. Ch. 13

'What do I need to prepare for later?'

I looked up from the coffee machine: Rebekah was next to me. As were several fellow employees on their break. Rebekah's imperious tits were straining at a pale blue blouse, the lace of her beleaguered brassiere clearly visible through the thin cotton. 'Ummm...'

'For the purchasing meeting, I mean,' she continued. There was a mischievous glint in her eye. She was teasing me: her final exam was that evening, as we both well knew.

'Of course,' I said, regaining my composure. 'We'll need the report on the additional server space requirements.'

Rebekah nodded. 'Ah yes, we'll need to see if the rack is big enough.'

'What do you think?' I asked.

'It's certainly sizable,' she said. 'Though with constantly expanding hardware we need to make sure it's fully supported.'

I glanced down at her jutting chest. 'I think if we get more hands-on we can probably do without the support entirely.'

'Perhaps it would be best if you came to inspect the rack now,' Rebekah said.

'I agree.'

I followed her to the lifts and we waited patiently. DING! We entered. Rebekah snapped open the top button of her blouse and looked up at me through thick mascara as the lift descended to the basement. 'I can't wait until later,' she said.

'Rebekah, I need to save myself.' I gazed greedily at the couple of inches of cleavage that had come into view. 'You can't make me cum now, I need to be fully-charged for the examination to be fair...'

'Not you,' she scolded, 'Me! I need a boobgasm.'

The lift doors open and we stepped into the server room. We were alone. Rebekah grabbed my hand and took me down past the cabinets to a secluded corner.

'Men have been staring at my big tits all day and it's been driving me crazy,' she said. 'I just want to tear this blouse open and watch them cum in their pants. Look at them, Martin. Perv them all you like.' She arched her back, causing a second button to pop open of its own volition. 'What do these big tits make you think of?'

'Titfucking,' I gasped, surveying the mountainous peaks before me with.

'Gosh what a coincidence, me too,' Rebekah said, her eyes widening. 'When I look down at this deep cleavage, all I can think of is how beautiful a swollen twitching cockhead would look emerging from it.' Another button popped open. There were now a good six or seven inches of tight cleavage on show, as well as lacy edges of her white bra cups. 'Oh my lord, you dirty man, you're literally undressing me with your eyes,' she purred. A fourth button pinged open and the blouse parted, disappearing into her armpits as two formidable lace-clad torpedoes shot forth, the sturdy material distended at their peaks by visibly swollen nipples. 'Oh my, Martin, whatever are you doing now?' I watched in helpless fascination as with the most imperceptible movement of her upper body Rebekah set her jutting tits into increasing arcs of motion, the sheer mass propelling them ever more heavily from side to side. 'Martin, you're making my tits jiggle back and forth just by looking at them, you're such a fucking pervert and I love it.' The bra, though it appeared to be solidly supportive, was clearly nothing like it, the shape and height of Rebekah's bust entirely nature-bestowed. 'Anyone would think you were trying to shake these big tits right out of the cups of my bra,' she said, drunk with lust, as the violent jostling started to make the lace gradually ride down the slopes of glorious tit. 'How dare you undress me,' she said sternly. 'Who do you think you are, pulling my bra down just so you can see these... these... big, firm... oh fuck!'

The cups of Rebekah's bra vanished under her breasts which, unconstrained, flew toward me, her bare nipples stiff and bumpy from the extreme arousal she was clearly experiencing. 'Fuuuuuuuuck!' she wailed. 'You fucking pervert! First you strip my tits bare and then you mindfuck me to this fucking titgasm. Oh fuck!'

I hadn't even touched the girl. She'd managed to undress herself and wind herself up to full orgasm essentially just from being looked at - all she'd needed was the freedom to let her fantasy run riot, to be ogled by someone she could trust.

Without warning, she grabbed my hands and planted them firmly on the unsteadily swaying fronts of her glorious jugs. I felt the hard nipples press into my palms and, needing no further encouragement, kneaded the pliant flesh hungrily. I had learnt from Alex how to work a big pair of sensitive tits like this, and keenly deployed my fingers in the service of prolonging Rebekah's tingling orgasm.

'Oh god yes,' she gasped, 'oh fuck yes, thank-you Martin, please don't stop.'

I continued as requested.

Rebekah's eyeballs rolled back and her mouth lolled open as her body succumbed helplessly to my expert titplay. 'Flat-chested girls always like to claim that their breasts are more sensitive than ours,' she drawled, as I scaled back my fondling in time with the busty minx's diminishing bodily convulsions. 'But they don't know what they're missing. They don't know what it feels like to have an orgasm of that size erupt from their nipples. Tits like this, they act like amplifiers. The orgasm reverberates through them, echoes in big booming waves.'

She slumped forward, the weight of her bare chest pushing me backwards against a cabinet.

'You okay?' I asked, struggling with the mass of breastmeat thrust against me.

'Yes,' she murmured sleepily, 'I'm sorry, I know I wasn't supposed to... I don't know what came over me.'

'I very nearly did come over you,' I said.

Rebekah, her face resting on my chest, snorted a weak post-orgasmic laugh. 'I wish you had.'

'It wouldn't take much to push me over the edge now,' I admitted. 'You've got me hot, bothered, hard and throbbing. But we should save it for your exam later.'

She nodded and started to dress herself again, pulling the lace cups of her bra with difficulty back up over her big breasts until her softening smooth nipples were just covered, and then buttoning her blouse up over her exquisite cleavage.

We walked back to the elevator.

'I heard from Deborah,' I said. 'Thanks for putting her my way.'

'Deborah Stratton? Hey no worries, did she send the application form?'

'Not yet,' I said. The elevator doors closed and we ascended. 'You did tell her it was me, right?'

Rebekah gave me a guilty look. Damn, she was hot when she chewed her lip like that. 'It was weird enough bringing up the subject at all,' she said.

'Ah.'

'I'll tell her, I promise.'

The elevator stopped at Rebekah's floor. She blew me a kiss and mouthed 'see you later'.

I made it back to my desk without anyone seeing me in my conspicuously priapic state and gave some thought to Rebekah's final exam. While I encouraged all my students to find genuine pleasure and self-fulfillment in the act of titfucking, it seemed that Rebekah had perhaps gone too far over to the side of complete self-absorption. It was undoubtedly an immense turn-on to see her work herself up to such boobgasmic heights, and the fact that she needed my presence to get there still made it a two-way thing rather than simple masturbation, but she was losing sight of the basic principle that cock and tits had to be making physical contact.

That evening, as Rebekah sat in my flat before the exam, I ran these thoughts past her. 'If you cum before me, and I don't get the chance to ejaculate between your breasts, it's not a titfuck.'

The big-titted nympho nodded in understanding. 'You've taught me so much about my body... I just get carried away.'

'So,' I stood, not bothering to conceal the tent in my trousers which still hadn't gone away all these hours later. 'To pass your final exam you need to make me cum between your breasts three times before cumming yourself. No hands, and no premature boobgasms.'

'But all the things that make me cum are the things that make you cum too,' she said, her eyes wide with concern.

'Do you need a moment to think about it?'

'No,' she said with resolve. 'Let's do it.'

She stood and unbuttoned her blouse. 'Sit down,' she said, as the cotton parted and her lace-clad breasts came into view for the second time that day. 'And take off your pants.'

I did as she said, and my veiny erection twanged out.

Off came her big bra, and I feasted my eyes on her majestic tits as they swayed, nude, before her. She threw the brassiere onto the sofa next to me. 'You like these big tits?' she teased.

'Very much,' I said.

She set them into slow, heavy motion, letting their mass careen ponderously. 'You like it when they jiggle?'

I nodded. My cock strained. Pre-cum trickled down the shaft.

'Oh fuck,' she said suddenly, and grabbed her jugs with her hands, stopping the wobble dead with difficulty. 'I have to be careful not to jiggle them too much. I could almost feel an orgasm approaching already.' She slid her skirt down past her slender hips, revealing a small white pair of knickers visible through sheer tights. 'The thought of you cumming because of these tits is too much for me.'

'That's the challenge, Rebekah,' I shrugged.

An idea spread across her face. 'But if you were to cum because of different tits... That's it, Deborah!'

'Deborah?'

'Deborah Stratton.'

My cock hardened a little more. It was getting quite painful.

The fact didn't escape Rebekah's attention. 'The very name has you stiffening,' she smiled wickedly. 'I bet you can't wait to get your hands on those big juicy tits of hers.'

I could see where she was going with this. She was going to take advantage of my fantasies about other girls' breasts, thus pushing me to the edge while taking the focus of her. Clever.

'I saw them naked last week, you know,' she continued, taking a hip-swinging couple of steps closer to me. 'In the gym before work. I know you're not one for the gym, but you should really come along one morning. Me, Deborah, Siobhan, all on the running machines, testing the limits of our sports bras. Siobhan's just about small enough up top that a sports bra can hold her down, but me and Debs are giving ourselves black eyes even wearing two sports bras each. So, after training one day last week, Deborah tells me about this new sports bra she's bought, takes her top off and shows me, giving it the old bounce-test. I reply that I can't really tell how well it's working because I don't know how bouncy her boobs are without it. So she looks around, we're alone, and the whips the thing off. Those. Things. Are. Epic.'

My mouth hung open. My cock was throbbing and twitching spasmodically.

'I'd say they were slightly smaller than mine,' she looked down at her torpedo-tits and hefted them in her hands. 'But Deborah's so tall and skinny they look utterly huge. Also her nipples aren't as puffy as mine. They're smaller and a kind of dark pink, with those little goosebumps around them. They're more balloon-like in shape than mine, too. Mine are pointy, hers are mainly round, though they do perk up into points around the nipples. Then she bounced them for me, jogging on the spot to demonstrate just how much different that sports bra made. Those blimps were hitting her on the chin, but they never really lost their shape as they went up and down. I asked if they were real - it was pretty obvious they were, but I wanted the excuse to give them a feel. I reached my hand out and she didn't stop me. Those boobs are so beautifully soft, so squidgy. I treated myself to a good grope on your behalf... Martin are you okay? You're turning quite red.'

In fact I was doing everything in my power to stop myself from shooting my load.

'You need some relief from that erection?' Rebekah asked with concern. 'Has my description of Deborah Stratton's perfect football-sized bosoms got you all hard and ready to jizz?' With that she swiftly dropped to her knees and allowed her own perfect jugs slap down onto my thighs either side of my furious erection, which, from within the loose grip of her deep cleavage, pumped a grateful series of thick cum fountains into the air, tingling pleasure and relief surging from my testicles and groin through my body.

'One down, two to go,' Rebekah declared, her own body giving an involuntary shudder at the sight of cumropes dancing before her face and draping themselves haphazardly over her expansive bare bosom. 'And I've managed not to cum yet. Impressed?'

I uncrossed my eyes and looked down at my still-hard dick as it spat its last emissions weakly into the air from its position nestled tightly between my colleague's extraordinary tits. 'You're cleavage... it's so tight,' I marveled in spite of myself, 'And you're not even holding your tits together.'

'They're holding onto your cock themselves,' the busty minx gleamed. 'They want it all to themselves, greedy boobs!'

'They're so amazing,' I said woozily, gazing at them. From my vantage point slumped low on the sofa her nipples were practically level with my eyes, and I was a rabbit caught in big spunk-drenched headlights.

'Oh fuck, you're going to make me cum just looking at them,' gasped Rebekah. She reached for her bra which lay in an untidy heap next to me, and disentangled it, still managing to keep her breasts firmly in position either side of my slowly receding erection. With incongruous modesty, she placed the cups onto the fronts of her tits, then slid her arms through the straps and pulled the fasteners round behind her. As the bra tightened, my cock was clamped ever more tightly into the maw of her cleavage. She deftly fastened the hooks, and lifted the straps up onto her shoulders.

'Jesus Rebekah, that feels incredible,' I croaked, as the pressure on my tender cock, and the horny vision before me started to elicit a renewed surge of arousal within.

Rebekah raised a triumphant eyebrow. 'And with the bra on there's no way you can perv my tits and get me off with those boobgasm-inducing eyes of yours.'

'Very clever,' I conceded.

'Now all I have to do is wait.' Rebekah adjusted her crouching position and sat comfortably between my spread legs, her bra-clad bosom resting on my hips and stomach, my growing cock climbing its way out of the abyss in search of fresh air. 'What were we talking about? Oh yes, Deborah. My my, I felt you throb and twitch at the mention of that name again. Deborah. Deborah Stratton. Deborah Stratton's big, round, pale, jostling jugs. Oh those lucky tits, they won't know what's hit them when your stiff cock unloads between them as they wobble around...'

'Fuck!' A painful second orgasm hit me, too much, too soon, a rapid succession of powerful ejaculations leaping furiously upwards from the aching head of my overstimulated penis. 'Fuck that hurts!'

'Such mixed feelings,' mused Rebekah, callously ignoring my plight while a fresh coat of cum spattered down onto the exposed, lightly-veined tops of her 1960's centrefold tits. 'On the one hand, this is turning out to be much easier than I thought. On the other I'm getting increasingly jealous of how much you clearly fantasise about the busty Ms Stratton at work. How I'd love to be a fly on the wall when you shoot that first relieved wad onto her perky little nips while those melons billow all around you.'

My cock retracted back into the dark recesses of Rebekah's bra-encased decollete. 'I'll film it,' I said. 'And we can watch it together. How about that?'

'Mmm, I like the sound of that,' smiled Rebekah, reaching behind to unfasten the many hooks of her tenacious brassiere. I gave a sigh of relief as the vice-like grip of her solid cleavage gave way to a gentle hug. 'But first I want you to remind me how much these jugs of mine mean to you. Fuck my tits, Martin.' She threw the cum-stained bra to the floor, took my hands, leaned back and pulled me to my feet and I stood unsteadily before her. Shuffling backwards, she rose on her knees and arched her back until her jutting breasts were level with my overtaxed groin, then planted her hands firmly on her hips, those phenomenal firm breasts standing proud above my engorged but exhausted semi-on without the slightest need for manual support. 'I know how much you want to fuck these,' she looked up at me through her heavy mascara. 'And I know how to get you hard.' She started a reckless shimmy, her firm pointed double-Gs flailing in all directions while my cock started to thicken again and rise dangerously close to the maelstrom of tit above it.

Unable to restrain myself any further, I grabbed Rebekah's careening jugs in both hands, stopping them dead. The interrupted momentum nearly threw me clean off my feet, but I stayed my ground and, with a moan of delight from both of us, plunged my fingertips into the firm but yielding flesh, groping as much tit in one go as my relatively tiny hands could handle. It was still strangely rare that I touched a big pair of breasts with my hands, eager as I was to promote a hands-free philosophy of titfucking, and so the thrilling sensation gave my returning erection the boost it needed. Within seconds I was back to full, aching, purple, veiny form, and, gripping Rebekah's huge bare breasts for dear life, I thrust myself nut-deep into that epic cleavage and proceeded to fuck it relentlessly, in, out, in, out. The race was on. Rebekah's face, throat, and tits were blushing an ever-deeper shade of crimson, and her accelerating breathing pattern heralded a powerful, long-overdue titgasm.

'Oh Martin it feels incredible when you have your way with my big firm bosoms,' she rejoiced as I gave said bosoms the seeing-to of a lifetime. 'Every time you ram your hips against my nipples I get closer, and closer...'

'Fuck I want to cum so much,' I announced, completely incapable of maintaining my usual professional decorum. 'Your tits are incredible!'

'Oh you dirty fucking bastard, I bet you can't believe your luck! I never thought you could get me so turned on, but when you perv my big tits I just lose control... oh shit... I'm... I'm cumming!'

Rebekah's pent-up boobgasm hit her hard. Her face contorted in anguish and she let out a howl, tears streaming down her hot cheeks. She grabbed my hands and wrenched them free of her tits, allowing them to shake freely in time with the shuddering convulsions into which the crazed demands of her libido were sending her. The thudding gyrations of her unfettered mountains of titmeat instantly slapped me, too, to my third, excruciating orgasm of the past thirty minutes, thin watery streams of diluted spunk squirting randomly about, some into Rebekah's overwhelmed face, some onto her wobbling jugs, some around the room.

I staggered backwards, heart pounding, blood drained from my body. My feet and hands were tingling and I thought I might pass out. I slumped heavily down onto the sofa and watched as Rebekah scrunched her hands into her spiky hair and shook her glorious bare breasts, intent upon prolonging the titgasm for as long as she could.

'You'd better still be looking at them,' she cried out. 'Getting off on my beautiful big tits, you dirty fucking perv.'

'I... I'm still looking at them,' I breathed, chest heaving with sheer sexual exhaustion. 'I can't take my eyes off them.'

We maintained this curious state of sexual union for a minute or two longer, my heart and blood pressure slowly returning to normal (or as normal as they could get, given the continued presence of Rebekah's naked wobbling jugs in the room). Eventually, orgasmed-out, Rebekah slumped forward. She crawled across the carpet and lifted herself onto the sofa next to me.

'I've never cum so hard,' she said. 'These boobgasms just keep getting stronger and stronger.'

'I'm glad to hear it,' I said. 'Because I'm sorry to say... you failed the exam.'

'What?' she said, too shagged out to overreact.

'The deal was to make me ejaculate three times before you came yourself. Your orgasm hit just before my third one, so I'm sorry to say I can't pass you.'