In this chapter, Morgan learns a little something about herself

"Ex-cuse me?!" you nearly shout at her.

Morgan just laughs at your reaction, obviously getting a kick out of it. "Calm down, I'm just fucking with you. I saw Taylor, she's your cousin, right? She's in the app, with a Tarot card and everything."

You already knew that Taylor had a profile in your app, of course; you've seen the dang thing before. But the fact that she's a selectable profile in Morgan's app... does that mean something? Maybe it doesn't, and maybe you're just reading into this a bit much, but... is the Affection Multiplier trying to tell you something about Taylor?

"Okay, that's weird," is the response you eventually settle on. Despite your curiosity, trying to answer questions about the nature of the app is probably an exercise in futility.

"Yeah, I guess it is." She looks back at the small screen in her hand. "Honestly, I'm really leaning towards Becky. She's cute, and she's trying to get into law school, apparently. You could use someone smart like her in your life to balance out your himbo energy."

"Oh," you say, turning towards her, "I thought I already had a girl like that. Are you not smart then?"

She shakes her head. "Not law-school smart. And, I mean, if you're going to go around fucking with magic apps and shit, it might be nice to know someone who can get you out of legal trouble."

You shrug. "I guess. If she's your choice, she's your choice. You called dibs."

Morgan holds a finger to her lips for a moment in thought, then nods. "Yeah, let's do this. I ordered some new bras online for in-store pickup. You can come with when I go to get them, and we'll ask her out on a date then."

Okay, hold up. Something in that sentence didn't sound right. "Uh, sorry? We'll ask her out? Like, we'll both be going on a date with her then? At the same time?"

"Well... yeah. Is that a problem?" she asks, obviously surprised.

"I mean... I guess not. But... are you trying to make her your girlfriend, too?"

She shrugs. "I mean, yeah. If you're going to get a dozen fucking girls, I want in on the action. Assuming they're cool with a girl who's, like, fifty percent tits."

"You're bi?"

Again, she simply shrugs. "Pansexual, but yeah."

"Oh," you say, not sure how to respond to that. "Cool."

She flops over onto her back, now laying upside down on your bed with the top her head facing you, letting her tits spread out under her hoodie; they keep a surprising amount of their shape while she's supine, but still deform naturally, which is a pleasant surprise. While her estimate of fifty percent is probably a bit high, you can't deny that there's a fuckload of tit there.

She tilts her head back slightly to look at you. "Alright, Jason, I know I brought my tits into the conversation, but can you stop staring?"

"Sorry," you say sheepishly. "In my defense, they are pretty eye catching."

"I'm well aware," she says flatly, before sitting back up and turning to you, a devilish smile spreading across her face. "Listen, if you're going to be this distracted by my awesome rack when I'm trying to plan how you're going to get with other girls, then we should probably clear your head, right?"

"Uh wha?" you reply, as Morgan reaches down to grab the bottom of her hoodie.

"I've always wanted to do this," she says, almost to herself.

You wish you had your phone's camera ready, because the next few moments are the kind that you'd love to have on video. Morgan pulls her hoodie, and the shirt underneath, slowly over her head, revealing inch after inch of her wonderful alabaster breasts. That's right, she doesn't have any bras that fit, which means this whole day she's been braless under that shirt. Which, honestly... that's pretty fucking hot. With a final heavy drop and a dramatic tossing aside of her garments, she's revealed them in all their glory; natural, massive, perky, surprisingly symmetrical, and with the most adorable little pink nubs tipping them.

For a moment, you're not sure how to react to her sudden disrobing. Eventually, you regain some measure of your senses. "I don't care how many girlfriends I'll have, I'll never get tired of that."

She laughs a little, and shuffles off of the bed to grab something from her bag, which you can't quite see at the moment, before kneeling herself between your legs with her beautiful brown eyes looking up at you. Her position places her pendulous breasts just about level with your crotch, which is already past pitching a tent and damn well near pitching a whole damn circus. "Uh, I can't say I've always wanted to do this, but... wanna fuck my tits?"

"Of course I do!" you answer. You've never been more sure of anything in your life.

"Good," she says as she starts to unzip your pants. "I expect you to reciprocate at some point, but right now this is just to get you off, alright?"

"I mean, I wouldn't mind returning the favor right afterwards..."

She pulls out your massive tool, the thing nearly slapping her in the face for the second time. "Jesus christ, I need to get used to that," she says as she produces the mystery item with her off hand; an easy-squeeze bottle of silicon based lube, which she pretty much immediately pops the cap off of and begins liberally applying to your shaft.

"Uh, were you planning this?" you say, as she finishes coating your cock in a layer of the slick substance and begins rubbing her tits liberally with it.

"Well, I knew I wanted to fuck you somehow today," she says in all honesty, her hands kneading her massive breasts as she speaks. "But to be honest, my pussy is still pretty sore from last time."

"My bad."

"Don't worry about it, it's just the first time I've taken a cock the size of a baseball bat." Her tits are now glistening with the lube, the light highlighting them, making them seem somehow even more impressive. "Now c'mon, don't hold back."

She hefts her tits up onto your lap, placing your cock squarely into her cavernous cleavage. To properly engulf you, she reaches around with both of her arms and closes them over herself, holding her tits firmly in place and ready for what's about to begin. Two things immediately stick out to you as she prepares herself, beyond the fact that this feels fucking amazing. First is just how silky smooth her skin feels. You've felt her up once before, but feeling it with your hands is a hell of a lot different than feeling it with your dick. Second though, is that despite the sheer immensity on your lap, the head of your cock still pokes out of the top of her breasts. With her usual smile, she begins to move her breasts up and down, squeezing your cock all she can, her eyes never leaving yours. If anything, the look in her eyes is nearly as sexy as what's she doing to your dick. Although she asked you to fuck her tits, it's probably more accurate to say she's fucking the hell our of your dick, using her tits.

Grammar matters.

You could certainly try to hold onto your orgasm for a bit, but you can tell by the way Morgan is working herself all over you that it's taking a fair bit of effort for her. So, quite unlike your last encounter, you let go of that little bit of you that's controlling yourself and let the sensations overtake you. It isn't long before your finding yourself ready to climax.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum", you tell her, just in time for her to back off from you, still jacking your cock with her left hand and holding up her breasts from underneath with her right arm.

She locks eyes with you, gives you one last bedroom look as you take in her form, and says, "Fucking paint me, Jason."

You oblige wholeheartedly. Much like in the dressing room from the first time Morgan played with your dick, you quickly cover Morgan in layers of your own kind of dressing. She sharply inhales as you cum rope after rope onto her slick and juicy tits, but just as quickly as it started, it's over. You slump back into your computer chair; not tired, but spent.

Morgan, for her part, seems nearly as satisfied as you do, having dropped back from her knees onto her ass to get a look at the slick mess all over her chest. "Oh man," she says, as she takes in the scene. "I think this might be my new kink."

You look down at her, surprised. "What, titfucking?"

She laughs, making herself jiggle in the most delightful way. "No, as much fun as this was, that was a fucking hassle. If we went any longer, I think my forearms were going to start to cramping."

She takes a finger and draws a line of your cum across her breasts, before holding up the slick digit for you to see. "No, I think might really like you cumming on my tits."