turned twenty-one Andy Titus didn't get his leg over a motorcycle
unless he hired one but that changed when he left the repair shop
of Bert's Outboard Motors to become resident mechanic for the
Newpark Women's Motorcycle Recreational Club.
Andy was warned by the chief executive during the interview that
80% of members were gay but that didn't deter the keen young man.
He was focused on the obvious perk of the job: test riding
motor-cycles. Andy just wanted to get his leg over the throbbing
chassis of a pretty pink scooter or the 125cc street or off-road
machine or the largest of the club's fleet, five versions of
250cc models. There were no other recruits so he was hired but
first was required to work in a motorcycle workshop for a month.
That short apprenticeship was halved when the workshop boss found
there was nothing they could teach Andy about small motors, in
fact he tried to hire him. And so Andy learned about stuff not
found on outboard motors such as chain drives to the rear wheel
and braking systems. He was also taught to ride a bike properly.
At the recreational club his boss, the general manager Brigit
Perkins, noticed Andy had the habit of licking his lips when
eyeing her breasts so one morning during a lull she invited him
for a test ride in her office. Although Frigid as she was called
was one of the 'pets' of Mary the chief executive, she
occasionally snuggled up to a man to remind herself why she was
frigid. She closed up on Andy as soon as he pushed at the
entrance. Instead of walking off in a huff to the bathroom to
take care of his unreleased state he stayed talking and
eventually allowed Brigit, acting almost absentmindedly to ease
him to relief orally. They settled into this rhythm most
mornings. Brigit was amazed she'd found a guy willing to listen
to her and prepared to keep her mouth occupied during lulls in
Brigit mainly talked about her fascination in one of her greatest
desires to have a chest job to give her noticeable intermammary
sulcus as everyone calls it. This fascination of hers found in
Andy a very impressionable student of a topic what his voluntary
tutor also called décolletage. At nights Andy walked the streets
with a permanent boner because décolletage was popping up and out
everywhere, especially among women in darkened doorways and
entrances to alleys but also when he went into a bar for a drink
he was virtually overcome by the array and found not all women
were flat-chested like Brigit. With enlightenment that comes from
benefitting from the intelligence of women, he concluded that
previously his focus on female legs had been a sheer waste of
time because it contributed nothing towards development of his
sexual sophistication because women ignore there legs being eyed
but with their tits it's a much more passionate reaction, either
One day a woman not at all gay returned a 125cc bike to Andy and
as she bent low to see what he was doing about the 'miss' in her
motor she gave him an eyeful beyond the rather narrow confines of
mammary cleft. Then when he stood, job finished, she had her eyes
filled by his boner, She darted off, locked the double doors and
ran back to him, arriving completely stripped. Glenda finished up
with grease spots on her butt, back and hair but didn't mind
because she'd not had sex for a couple of weeks so was pretty
desperate. For Andy that was his first actual penetration in four
years but he kept that to himself and gratefully gave Glenda the
complete proceeds in reward.
"Andy, what a fucking flood," she said gratefully.
Andy thought the deposit was about average for what Brigit pulled
from him. Emotionally on a high he turned studious and asked,
"Glenda, can you tell me anything about décolletage?"
She hadn't a clue so he pushed her wide apart boobs closer
together and pointed.
"Oh, silly boy," she said. "You mean cleavage."
Andy had memories of his mom telling his sisters they were
showing too much cleavage so knew he was on to something here:
reconnection to his past. He could remember his dear old mom
pulling out a boob to allow his much younger sister Lizzie to
guzzle. He had found memories of his family with whom he'd lost
contact with after his mom had thrown him out of the house for
shafting his aunt, her elder sister, as well as ordering his dad
to shoot Andy if he every returned. It wasn't his fault but his
mom wouldn't listen to him saying her sister wasn't a whore - she
was married to a clergyman. As a result of leaving home there was
a gap in his knowledge about sex and women.
"Are you ready to go again?" Glenda enquired.
"What, back to work?"
She screamed in laughter and pulled him back on top of her.
A few nights later Andy picked up Rose in a bar. Rose had a wide
front to her dress but wore a T-shirt covering what lay beneath.
Between sessions of pounding away half the night Andy learned
Rose had been brought up strictly not to show her lower orifices
or her breasts.
"Don't wear your T-shirt and you'll get more guys wanting to fuck
you," he said profoundly.
Rose laughed and said she didn't believe him but he saw her a few
weeks later and she confessed it was coming out of her ears and
one of her regulars was waiting for her reply to a marriage
"What are you going to tell him?"
"I'll tell him no."
"I've become used to sharing it around."
Andy said tell him yes but on the conditional he brought a guy
home with him occasionally.
Rose asked him what would the visitor do and when told her eyes
were the size of hubcaps.
She said he wouldn't agree to that but Andy said she should try.
He was shafting this woman at work and she said her husband often
arrived home with a guy for her. Rose began to pant when Andy
said Glenda told him some husbands who were not strong in the sex
department just loved seeing the smile on their wife's face when
she got off properly. He never did see Rose again so assumed her
guy married her on one condition.
In time Andy had three club members he was shafting and ten who
were teaching him the art of titty fucking. He was losing so much
weight at the chief executive worried he might have cancer.
Then along came a porn starlet Reece Gladstone who was tired of
all the waiting and phony 'shoots' at studio sessions before she
and the guy of the day were allowed to peak into a genuine
Reece walked her 250cc off-roader into the workshop and said the
machine was fucked. She'd only ridden it ten-yards when it cut
Andy eyed the six-foot beauty with her gorgeous tan, low-cut
black dress and awesome upper cleft.
"Love your décolletage," he smiled, turning on the fuel tap and
staring her bike.
"Thanks and THANKS."
Andy wasn't sure so asked, "Was the thanks with emphasis in
response to my appreciation of your cleavage?"
She nodded and looked at him thoughtfully and then frowned. She
said, "I'm a novice when it comes to off-road riding. Could you
kindly ride on the seat behind me and give me a few tips.
They weren't on a highway cruiser so it was impossible to
maintain a gap between them, so male leather mouled to the rear
of female leather and Andy nervously circled his arms around the
waist. She immediately lifted his grip to right under her breasts
and asked, "There, that's better isn't it?" and Andy stiffened
and made an unintelligble reply.
They rode through the forest mainly in second-gear and not
exceeding 15 mph and she stopped to check her watch and shrieked,
"Oh God, I'm due at the studio in twenty-minutes. Please return
me as quickly as you can ride."
They averaged 45 mph over the unsealed and very uneven ground and
at the depot Reece shot away in her car like a rocket yelling,
"No time to kiss you in appreciation." Unsure of what that was
about Andy scratched his left testicle and thought he'd not see
her again. Eyeing the damp spot on the rear of the seat he could
tell she'd pissed herself in fright on the fast ride back to
Late afternoon the haughty receptionist everyone seemed to know
as Lesley the Lesbian although Andy knew her name was Muriel
Shanks called him sounding most surprised. "I have a call for
you, the first we have ever received for you. Did you try to rape
"Rape? What's that?"
"Oh you useless male asshole. You're even more hopeless than I'd
After that friendly exchange she put the call through.
"Andy, this is Reece Gladstone. Just calling to inform you I
arrived thirty minutes late but the prior shoot over-ran time so
there was no crisis so thank you. I also want to say the ride
back was so exhilerating I wet myself."
"Sorry? You idiot I haven't been whipped up like that in ten
years. We must do it again."
"Would you be my guest and eat out with me tonight."
"If you wish."
She whispered, "And eat me out later?"
"What?" he shouted, "I have a motor running under test."
Reece said never mind and took his address, arranging to call at
Speaking at their wedding six months later, Reece would recall
that night of their first date began the most remarkable
relationship she'd ever had, and she'd had at least a three
hundred men pass through her. She recalled at their first meal
together Andy was polite, attentive although he did have the
tendency to speak to her breasts but he didn't lay a finger on
her or even up her. Usually men were such beasts they dragged her
hand on to their crotch as soon as they sat down.
It wasn't until the third date that they kissed and she found he
had no idea at all about tonguing. He was so sweet and when she
finally pleaded to be allowed to have sex with him and rolled on
to her front only to find he became the first guy she'd ever
known who hadn't wanted a piece of her butt.
"Obviously he was in unknown territory and even to this day still
hasn't been there. But oh boy, did he know how to titty fuck."
Women at the Wedding Breakfast stomped the floor while the male
partners of women with male partners looked bewildered and eyed
the groom as if he were some kind of freak.
"He's convinced me that massaging in sperm is great for
conditioning one's cleavage but I'll let you be the judge," Reece
said, pulling down the front of her white wedding dress to
display one of the best pair of breasts in the business. The more
than 100 guests went wild.
"My man is such a darling," she continued. "I told him I worked
in the film industry but he confessed no knowledge at all when I
became more specific and said the porn industry. He couldn't
believe actors, actresses and those inbetween would be paid big
money to be filmed having sex and people would actually buy those
videos and DVDs - but he's a good learner."
* * *
The wedding coincided with Reece's expiry of contact and Andy's
resignation from the Newpark Women's Motorcycle Recreational
Club. Soon after returning from their honeymoon the couple
realized that apart from the sex, life had become rather dull.
They talked about what they could do and finally Andy said they
should try to do something together and that gave Reece a great
She enrolled Andy in an accelerated drama acting class and two
months later they went to a studio she'd hired to begin
production of their first film that she would produce and direct,
using Andy as the lead engaging in sex with five females although
not simultaneously. Andy came up with the title of the DVD that
is now sold even in good book stores. 'Everyman's and
Everywomen's Primer on Tatty Feeking' is fast heading to become
in the Top 50 Porno films of all-time.
Reece has a whole series of Everyman's and Everywomen's Primers
planned except she still has to have a quiet word with Andy
whether he wants to star in the butt production. Andy is
currently working with a ghostwriter to produce the script for
their first serious film they hope to distribute worldwide. The
working title is 'C is for Cleavage' and will trace the history
of cleavage exposure and delve into it's importance to the sex
industry and it's critical importance to the psychological
release women have enjoyed in displaying the love they have for
that particular part of their body.
Meanwhile Reece is thinking seriously about producing a film
about sexual stimulation and release achieved from horse riding
and motorcycle riding. She perceives a huge market for it, even
from people buying the DVD to confirm what they already know.