2 comments/ 44956 views/ 30 favorites When Jennie Lynn Smiles By: Lady_Dysprosia Thanks for all the feedback on my "Drummer Boy" story, folks! I'll be continuing with the next couple of chapters soon, but in the meantime here's a one-off. It's been rolling around in my head for a few weeks, and I couldn't let it just sit there. Enjoy! Lady D. Statistics was, by far, the most pointless class I'd had in college so far. As a fine arts major, there was a requirement for me to take so many math credits to graduate. Never having been Mr. Math Whiz, I'd put off the requirement until the beginning of my junior year. Deciding that there was little chance of the university waiving the requirement before I graduated, I figured I might as well get it out of the way. Calculus seemed way too hard, and I had too much pride to take the super-basic arithmetic classes that were designed for jocks. I'd heard that Stats was easy, so it seemed a good compromise. I really should have gone with the basic math. The lecturing professor was youngish guy, sociable with the students, and completely useless. He'd chat up the class at the beginning of the hour, and that would usually eat up anywhere from five to twenty minutes of class time. He'd talk about anything, depending on what he felt like yakking about that day. TV shows, working out at the gym, current events on campus. Anything, it seemed, except Stats. The rest of the class seemed to enjoy it, so they kept him at it for as long as they could. When he did start teaching, though, it was like he was making up his lesson plan as he went along. He'd start a book example, get lost and forget how to work the solution, only to slowly, painfully remember it as he scribbled it out on the whiteboard. It made taking notes nearly impossible, since I was afraid to write anything down in case it was one of his false trails. I couldn't imagine how this guy had gotten this position as a teacher, or how he'd held onto it. Someone had to have complained about him already, right? To get my actual instruction, I had to rely on the TA in the discussion section. Unfortunately, that was headed by a well-meaning but English-impaired grad student. Half the time, I couldn't even make out the commonplace English words, and it only got worse when he used mathematical terms. Since I didn't care to join in the lecture discussions of, say, how Jersey Shore was actually getting better since last season, I spent my time doodling and girl-watching. Doodling because, hey, Arts major, and it pays to practice. The girl-watching because, duh, girls. There was a wide range of students in the class. It was an intro class for the biz kids and the law kids and all sorts of kids who needed to pick up some math but didn't want to go full-on nerd-alert. As for girls, there were quite of few of your perky peppy sorority types. They tended to cluster together. There were a few of the liberal arts types, who I guess needed the class to help categorize the works of Milton into tables of analytical blah blah. And then there were the fine arts types, like me. We were few in number, and tended to keep to ourselves. And there were a few outliers, a handy term I'd picked up from the class itself. And I had one favorite in particular. She usually sat in the back of the class, near the windows, and was always there before I arrived. She was...well, depending on who you asked, they'd either describe her as "chubby" (if they were being nice) or "fat" (if they were an insensitive jackass). She was overweight, probably to the tune of two of the super-skinny sorority gals, but when I looked at her the word "full" always came to mind. It was as if she had filled up her body to just the right, round amount, and stayed right there. She had this long black hair down to her elbows, with a just a hint of curl to it. To keep her hair out of her face, she wore these big plastic headbands. They tended to be pretty loud: red and yellow polkadots one day, purple and lime zebra stripes the next, and so on. She tended to wear a school windbreaker (Go Illini!) over a t-shirt that always seemed a bit too tight, as if no mortal clothes could keep up with her large figure. And she didn't wear jeans or shorts, like so many of my fellow students, but nice pants, usually black, and chunky heels on her feet. She wasn't pretty, exactly. She was pale, and still had a bit of acne going on. And she had a round face with full cheeks and a bit of a wide nose. Thin lips that wouldn't exactly stop traffic, and never any lipstick or anything like that. Despite this, though, she'd smile and say "Hi!" to anyone who caught her eye. This simple act made her face bright, her brown eyes lively, and, well, kind of lovely. See, in my experience, every woman has something about them that makes them beautiful. Sometimes it's their looks. A nice pair legs, a stunning face, a big juicy ass, things like that. Sometimes it's all attitude. The take-charge types, the wild curiosity of some nerdy girls, the free-spiritedness of hippie girls. Or maybe it's a talent that they have that lights up a room. Like a girl who's really good at singing, or the intensity that comes with some of the art chicks, the way they work themselves into a fervor on one of their wacky projects. With Jennie Lynn, it was as simple as her smile. It made her seem so open. Friendly and inviting, like she already knew you, and was honestly glad to see you. I made a habit of either sitting across from her in the back or, if those seats were already taken, as close to her as I could. I'd sneak glances at her between my sketchings. I guess I just liked looking at her. I think she had to have noticed me looking, though. I just hoped that she didn't think I was creepy. As far as I could tell, though, she just spent her time in class taking notes, even though she looked as bored as I usually felt. A couple of months passed, and midterms rolled around. Unfortunately, I did as poorly as I'd expected. The midterm was worth 15% of the final grade, and I'd scored a mighty D+. My homework was in the solid C range, so I was going to have to really nail the final to make up for my lackluster performance. After class, I was looking over my exam, noting that the instructor had, while merciless in docking points for my mistakes, commented encouragingly on a few of them. "Coefficients are tricky!" "Don't forget your significant figures!" "Two standard deviations to either side!" All the while I was thinking angrily that maybe someone ought to give him some notes on how to run a class, and then maybe he wouldn't have to gas up his students with so much red ink. So my mood was pretty sour indeed, when I heard a voice over my shoulder. "You, sir, are in some trouble." I looked up and came face to face with the largest breasts I had ever laid eyes on. Round and full, perfect for a playful bit of squeezing, or a gentle head resting. No windbreaker today, either. Just a yellow polo, fabric stretched achingly tight across her bosom, the buttons on the collar straining precariously, seeming to be barely holding together. After a second I forced my eyes upward and saw the smiling face of my favorite class distraction, beaming down at me. Hey, her headband matched her top, black and yellow stripes. The girl had a style all her own alright. "You're going to have to pull some serious study time to atone for that mess," she said. Her tone was playful, even while the words rang true. "You got that right," I replied. "Trouble is, this professor is...how to put it delicately...instructionally challenged." She giggled, and her breasts jiggled, and my eyes widened. She had to know that I was helping myself to an eyeful of her breastacular bounty. "I know," she said. "I think coming to lecture makes me dumber. Where did they get this guy?" "Dunno," I said, "But I guess professors have to eat, too." I stood, narrowly missing her breasts on my way out of the desk. "Jonesy," I ventured, extending my hand. She shook my hand and said, "Jennie Lynn." Her hand was small, chubby, and warm. Not sweaty, but just warm, as if her thermostat was set just a bit higher than average. She looked around at the classroom, which had almost emptied out. "So," Jennie Lynn said, "what are you gonna do?" "Well, the way I see it, I've got three choices," I said. "I drop the class and take it again next semester, and hope to hell that someone else is teaching it. Or I can knuckle down, give this class my full attention and kick ass on the final, and as a reward, never take a math class again." Jennie Lynn giggled again. Bobble bobble went her breasts. "And what's the third option?" she asked. "Go batshit crazy, move to Montana, build a house out of corn husks and mud, and spend the rest of my life hoarding squirrels for pets and food," I said. "Ick!" Jennie Lynn said, laughing again. "Don't do that! You'll miss Jersey Shore." It was my turn to laugh at her joke. "But I think I'll take the knuckle down route. I'm a never-say-die type, even when it's hard." Jennie Lynn smiled and raised an eyebrow. "That's refreshing to hear, Jonesy. I just happen to have a spot open for a study buddy. You interested?" Um, bright, bubbly Jennie Lynn with the cute face and the bountiful breasts of the most womanly magnificence? You bet your natural black ass I was! "Sure," I said, hoping I was playing it cool. "When do you wanna get together?" "Judging by the grade on that exam," she said, "the sooner the better. I study most nights at the Espresso Royale on John Street. Ever been there?" I nodded. I knew the place. A coffee shop that was too hip for squares, but wasn't ironic enough for the hipsters. That is to say, a run-of-the-mill coffee joint with decent prices and a laid-back clientele. "Great!" Jennie Lynn said. "Come by at seven." She shrugged her backpack over one shoulder, and, for one breathtaking second, the fabric of her shirt pulled taut across her bosom. It was pretty incredible. "Two things to remember," Jennie Lynn said. "One: don't keep me waiting. I hate that." "Wouldn't dream of it, study buddy," I said. "What's the other thing?" Jennie Lynn smiled and said, "The other thing..." She turned around and walked out of the classroom. I watched her ass move side-to-side, as she strode out. She had a nice big butt, firm and well-defined, and the fit of her slacks was doing her a ton of favors. Watching her mesmerizing exit, I found myself becoming aroused. Oh, there was no way I was going to forget that. When Jennie Lynn Smiles She had punctuated the words 'bell curve' by bouncing first her left breast, then the right. I was staring so intently at those mammoth cherry chest pillows that I could see the outline of her special-ordered bra cups through the fabric, and the thick, chubby nipples that were making their presence known through the material. Hard-on throbbing in my jeans, I nodded like a goddamn idiot. "So, with normal distribution on a standard bell curve," Jennie Lynn went on, "two standard deviations from the norm encompasses about 96% of all data. What this means for retailers is that they only have to make bras with cup sizes from AA to DD, and 96% percent of women are fine with that. AA is really small, and DD is really big." "But, you're breasts aren't just big," I said. "They're..." "I know," she said, and lightly slid her thumb over one chunky nipple. I wondered if she was trying to make me come in my shorts, when she caught her breath at her own touch, and shivered slightly. She recovered, saying, "I'm about four standard deviations, that is to say 4-sigma, from the norm. That puts me well into the 99th percentile. And that, in a cupshell, is why I have to order my bras specially. There's nothing on the rack," Jennie Lynn released her breasts, and her marvel of a bra was on its own again, "that can fit my rack." Now, her cheeks flushed and she smiled broadly. "So you think you've got a good grip on the concept now?" "Jennie Lynn," I said, "I don't think I've ever had a firmer grasp on the concept than I do at this very moment." "Good, cause there's gonna be a test later," Jennie Lynn said, adding, "Purely in the interest of higher education, of course." "Of course," I replied hoarsely. My mouth was dry from hanging open for so long, so I drained my mug of coffee to quench it. Jennie Lynn shot me a knowing smirk. "Hey," she said, "they're gonna close up here in a bit. Had enough math for one night?" "My brain is getting a bit mushy," I said, and then stretched, yawning at the same time. "Damn you!" Jennie Lynn said. "Don't you know yawning is contagious!" She yawned and stretched also, and when she stretched, wow did she ever. Her size, and especially the size of her breasts, transformed the action from something simple into a featured event. She inhaled as she raised her arms over her head, and her sweater pulled tighter across her massive breasts, outlining them in dramatic relief, displaying their peerless fullness, and I was keenly aware that no, I had never seen fuller breasts in my life. The bottom of her sweater lifted up with the motion, exposing the soft roundness of her big belly. I had the urgent desire to knead that belly with my hands, to lick and nuzzle and nibble and... The sweater lowered as she finished yawning. The stretch was over and Jennie Lynn was looking at me with a devilish grin. "Oh yeah," she said softly, "I notice." "I can't help it," I admitted. "You're a treat for the eyes." She cocked an eyebrow. "Well, mushy-brain, you wanna walk me home?" When Jennie Lynn Smiles And then her crotch was in my face. Even through the leggings, I could smell her pussy juices. I'd never smelled anything like that smell, so musky and wet and animal, pure and dirty at the same time, the smell of beautiful woman and raw sex. "Perfect!" Jennie Lynn said, her voice coming from above me. I looked up and saw (just barely, due to her massive boobs) that she had planted her hands on the wall at the head of her bed. "So, um, what do I do now?" I said. "Put your hands on my ass," she said. "Yes...that's good. Do you like my ass?" "Nope," I said, "I love your ass. It feels so good in my hands. I want to grab all of it at the same time." "Now...stroke my thighs...pull me toward you...I'll try to pull away but don't stop. It feels good like that." Jennie Lynn began to gyrate her hips as we struggled against each other. When she was close enough, I leaned my head forward. I nuzzled my face against her inner thighs, stroking them with my whole face. I was breathing in the smell of her, which was getting stronger by the second. "Ooh...you're a natural," Jennie Lynn said. "Something you like down there?" "Mmmm-hmmm," I moaned, face-deep in the V of Jennie Lynn's thighs. I felt myself suddenly getting hard again, even though my cock wasn't getting any action at the moment. "More, baby," I said. Jennie Lynn ground her crotch against me, while I pressed my face into her. She moaned softly, muttering "yes" and "oh god" and I felt a damp spot in her leggings growing ever wider. "Oh yeah baby," she said. "You want some pussy? You wanna eat my pussy, baby?" I was all in her now, my face damp with the wetness seeping through her leggings. "Let me lick it, baby. I need to taste you. Gimme a face full of that juicy pussy." Jennie Lynn gyrated against my face some more, enjoying my attention and expressing tiny whimpers, before moaning "daaaaaaaamn", and standing up on the bed. She quickly pulled the leggings off. It was kind of undignified, and the motion made the bed bounce crazily. I would have laughed at the silliness of it, but I was mesmerized by the hypnotic jostling of her breasts under her shirt. I still hadn't seen them bare, but they were impressive under any circumstances. Then the leggings were off, the bouncing stopped, and she stood above me like the Colossus of Rhodes, and I was a tiny traveler gazing up at a divine work too big to comprehend. She knelt down, and got back into the position she'd held before. I found myself confronted with her naked pussy. She wasn't shaved, but wasn't over-hairy either. Her chubby pussy was surrounded by a patch of light-brown fuzz. There was a good deal of moisture smeared among her pubic hairs. The smell, oh god, the smell was overpowering, intoxicating. "Ooh, hold on!" she said. She reached over to the table by the bed and pressed "Play" on the iPod. "Just wanna set the mood," she said. A second later the music started, and I was pleased to hear Ellie Goulding's "Guns and Horses" starting up. Before you say anything, shut up! Front all you want, that album is fucking tight. Jennie Lynn knelt back down into me. "Do it, Jonesy," she said. "Everything you were doing before. Do it to me, Jonesy." Eagerly, I picked up where I left off. So did Jennie Lynn. She was incredibly wet, and soon enough, so was my face. I darted my tongue out to taste her juices, giving a few cautious licks. "Don't be shy," Jennie Lynn said. "Take your time. Start with some nice, long strokes. There you go..." I did, and gave her nether lips a good tongue-stroking. She moved her hips just a bit, enough to guide me where she wanted it next. I got the idea then, picking up on her cues. Parting her pussy lips, licking them inside and out, I got a good taste of her. I also had time to consider the flavor. I mean, pussy tastes like pussy, but, as I'd come to learn later, some are tastier than others. Jennie Lynn's pussy tasted like "warm" and "juicy" with some "sharp 'n' tangy" thrown in for extra spice. There's, like, no food that even compares, but I have to say that I was hooked from the get-go. "That's it," Jennie Lynn said, "lick it where it tastes good. Don't go too deep, though, not yet." She moaned softly for a while, swaying her crotch against my hungry mouth. I licked and lapped and learned. I felt her pale, fleshy thighs begin to close around me, not tightly, but ever so slowly surrounding and cushioning my head. I tongued my way deeper inside her, going where the flavor was, like she said. She got more trembly inside, and I guessed I was on the right track. I stroked her calves and buttocks with my hands. Jennie Lynn would try to pull away a bit but my hands held her in check, firmly pushing her back into me so I could taste her more. I felt my nose brush something firm, and Jennie Lynn jerked and muttered "Oh!" It took me a second to realize that I'd found her clitty. Yeah, I know, great discovery, Columbus, but I was new at this, so give me some fucking credit. For me, it was like I'd just discovered Niagara Falls. Now that I'd stumbled onto her clitoris, I gave Jennie Lynn a celebratory smack on her butt and gripped her ass cheeks, hard, clawing into them with my fingers. I licked up to flick her clit with my tongue. Jennie Lynn bucked her hips and said "hohhh," and damned if she didn't sound like Ellie moaning on the radio. She was getting tasty again, and I licked her in. Figuring that this cunnilingus stuff was easy now, I concentrated on her clitoris. She went a little crazy for a minute, but then reached down and put her hand on my head. "That's nice, baby, but you can't hit that button all the time," she said. "I gotta lot of pussy, and I want you to please all of it." I said, "Mmmpgh?" because, of course, that's all I could say. "My clitty's wise to your tricks, mister," she said, "so you gotta surprise her. Make her think you're just going for an ordinary stroll in Vagina Town, and then wham, pop her a good one." I said, "Mmmpgh?" again because, well, you know. "The rest of the time," Jennie Lynn said, settling her hands back on the wall again, "show me more of that fantastic kissing technique you've got." No problems with that! I let her clit be for a while and frenched that pussy with abandon. I let myself get lost in there. I was surrounded by warm, soft thighs, had a mouthful of pussy, and good tunes, accompanied by Jennie Lynn's moans and her heavy breathing. "Such a good kisser," she sighed. "Kiss me good...you kiss me so good...down there...." Every once in a while I'd accidentally brush a lip or my nose against her clit and she'd let out a squeal. Catching on, I decided to play a game with her. Since I knew the album pretty well, I tried to see if I could get her to squeal whenever Ellie did one of her long vocal runs. It worked pretty well, well enough that Jennie Lynn caught on, and knowing it was coming was making her crazy. "Cheeky bastard!...think you can play me like that?...you think you canAAAAAAOOOOOOO...goddamn...you're so bad!...so mean!...fuck that's so good...oh no...don't do it...oh fuck me, a big one's coming ... bastardohnonononoAAOOOOOOOOO ...fuck, fuck, fuck, huuh..." Ellie Goulding does a lot of vocal runs is what I'm saying. Speaking of crazy, my dick was swaying around on my belly, and every once in a while it would flop and I'd realize I was plenty hard, despite having come all over Jennie Lynn's face not too long ago. If I played my cards right, I thought, I might get a second round. So I kept squeezing her big round ass, and kept eating on that tasty puss. Jennie Lynn must have reached some breaking point, some level where she just lost it. I felt her pussy walls tremble, and she clamped harder with her thighs. Suddenly her hips quivered in place and she chirped out "Clit! Clit! Clit!" Yes, ma'am! I moved my mouth up to her clit and licked up and down with the flat of my tongue. Jennie Lynn was totally getting off, moaning "huh! huh! huhohhhh..." over and over again. Then, before she stopped cumming, I twisted my tongue sideways (yeah, my own stupid human trick, but it was paying off big time now!) and slithered it against the neglected sides of her clit. Jennie Lynn responded by moaning loud enough to drown out the radio, and adding a few more exclamation points for good measure. "Oh fuck! Oooohh fuuuck! Good god damn fuuuck ooooh...!" After a minute or so of this (and wondering if her neighbors were getting an earful) I was feeling pretty damn proud of myself. Jennie Lynn was starting to come down, and I slowed my pace. But then she said, "Please...don't stop...keep going...please...my pussy feels sooooo good...!" Now you tell me, how can any good boy pass up a request like that? I got back to work. I kissed and teased. I licked and nuzzled, I rubbed my lips and tongue and my nose all over. I played hide and seek in that pussy, and then I'd jump out like surprise! and slurp on her clit. I'd slow it up and let her build, and then turn up the heat on her again. All I could see was her pussy in my face, and her thighs clamped around my head. All I could hear was her sweet moans, along with the fainter sounds of music. I had two hands full of meaty ass and a face full of Jennie Lynn's cunt. Her pussy became my world, and I ate that tasty bitch raw. And man, she just kept coming, sometimes I didn't even know why. She just started orgasming when I didn't think I was doing anything. Most of the time I know what I did to cause it, but sometimes, I think she was just getting off on the fact that she was getting off. I fucking loved it. Hearing a woman come, feeling it, knowing that you're the guy she's getting off to, that's something hot and special. Kinda powerful, too. Eat your heart out, haters. Learn how to lick pussy and you've got a friend for life! She rode me for a good long time, and I relished the taste and feel of her pussy, moaning into her each time she came to let her know how hot it felt. Finally, just as the album was winding up, Jennie Lynn's whole body shook violently. She let out what sounded like a sob. "Jonesy..." she whimpered, "Jonesy...Jonesy..." I took this as the sign to ease up. I put my naughty, well-broken-in tongue back in my mouth and began gently kissing her inner thighs. Jennie Lynn squirmed and then reared up above me. "Fuck, Jonesy!" she exclaimed with a smile. "I don't think I can come any more!" I looked up at her. My face was dripping, with both sweat and pussy juices. "I guess I'm just hungry for pussy," I said. "Oh, my god, your face!" she said, giggling. "I came all over your handsome face." "You came a lot all over my face," I corrected. "Turnabout and all that. Am I still a cutie?" "You, sir," she said, "are cuter than ever. Hell, I wanna strap you on some more, but I'm exhausted." With that, she fell backwards onto the bed, dropping out of my view. I leaned up on my elbows to look at her. Her eyes were closed, and her hair was spread out behind her like a dark brown halo. Her breasts had fallen to either side of her chest, but even like that, even covered by the silk cami, there was no hiding their enormousness. Her belly lay uncovered and I felt the urge to stick my tongue into her navel and continue with the licking. "So...you wanna cuddle?" I ventured. Still with her eyes closed, she said, "I don't think you get my drift." Her hand drifted up to my dick, which was still at half-chub. The touch of her hand made me thicken up quickly. Damn that girl had a good grip. "I'm so exhausted," she said dramatically. "You tongue-fucked me so good, I couldn't do anything to resist you right now. You could do anything you wanted to me." I licked my lips. "Anything?" I said. She began stroking my cock. "Mmmm...I love the way your dick feels. You get so thick and warm when you're hard. I want to make you come, Jonesy. Will you come for me again?" In truth, I wanted to fuck that pussy I'd been pleasing, but without any condoms that was a no-go. Don't give me any shit about it, either. Things escalated and I wasn't prepared, alright? I ain't a Boy Scout. She continued jerking me with her hand. "I just wanna give your dick a nice big hug. Doesn't that sound nice?" It sure as hell did. I got up and threw a leg over her body, straddling her belly. "There you go," Jennie Lynn said. "I know how much you want to feel my big boobies wrapped around your beautiful cock. You're getting so hard just thinking about it, aren't you? Come on, Jonesy...slide it in..." Eyes still closed, she tugged at her satin-clad nipples, stretching her breasts up over her chest. "Do we need some lube, or..." I began. "Try it with just the silk, baby," she said. "I bet you'll like it." I didn't need to be told twice. I slid up her belly, and my cock slid into Jennie Lynn's expansive cleavage. My dick lay right inside her cleavage, surrounded on either side by satin and softness. "Mmmm," Jennie Lynn said. "Looks hot, doesn't it?" "Hell yeah, Jennie Lynn," I said. "Feels pretty good, too." "How about when I do this?" she said. She squeezed in with her arms, pushing her tits together around my cock and it disappeared. Even though I couldn't see it, my dick was in titty heaven. The satin against my skin, the warmth of those fleshy funbags, the way they completely engulfed my cock...oh, this was perfect. I said so. "Jennie Lynn, your tits are perfection. They feel so – " "I know, honey," Jennie Lynn said. "Don't talk. Fuck." I began sliding my cock through Jennie Lynn's satin valley. I started off slowly, getting a feel for it. I'd never fucked a girl's titties before, and hell, who knows when I'd get to again? I wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible. I didn't have to do much besides pump my hips back and forth, my cock sliding between her big mounds. Jennie Lynn, still with her eyes closed, continued smooshing her tits around my dick. Her lips were pursed in a knowing smirk. She knew the effect she was having on me. She knew I'd been wanting this for a long time, and seemed pretty pleased with herself for building me up so well. "You are rock...hard...baby," she breathed. "You like it, Jonesy? Tell me you like it." "I love it, baby," I said, my tit-fucking picking up speed. "I fucking love it." "I can feel it," Jennie Lynn said. "This nice big cock between my jumbo jugs. I'm gonna make you come so hard..." Warm tits smacking against by groin, the soft squeezing, and the caress of satin on my dick...yeah, she was gonna make good on that promise. "God...Jennie Lynn...you fuck me so good with your tits..." I was pumping my cock so fast now that the silk was beginning to bunch up in her cleavage, and the feeling was so fantastic that I didn't care. I watched, enraptured, as her boobs jiggled and jostled as I rammed my cock between them. Jennie Lynn grasped her thick nipples through the silk, tugging roughly at them, drawing my gaze. "You make my titties feel really good, Jonesy," she said. "Give 'em a nice workout for me. See my nips? The silk feels so good rubbing against them." I saw them all right, but I was looking at the whole package. Jennie Lynn's squooshed-together breasts, her chubby hands holding those breasts, the dusky chocolate head of my penis as it emerged from the top of her cleavage, the tip leaking pre-cum that smeared into her cami, darkening into moist red splotches, her tasty white neck...and her face. I said before that she wasn't the prettiest girl in the world. But you know what? With her eyes closed, her black hair laid out above her like a mermaid, the way she groaned and smiled, how she worked her lips from smiling "mmmm" to moaning "ooooh", just the way she was loving my cock, loving the feel of getting me off like only Jennie Lynn could...I stared at her face, entranced. Her face was getting me off almost as much as her tits were. And her tits were doing a damn good job of getting me off. You know who the prettiest girl in the world is? The one who's making you cum. "Jennie Lynn..." I breathed, "Your face...so pretty...gonna make me..." Jennie Lynn snapped her eyes open, and released the pressure of her tits somewhat. "Something wrong, Jonesy?" she said, cocking an eyebrow with a knowing smirk. "Don't my big, bad boobies make you want to blow your wad?" I felt the loss of her magnificent cleavage valley immediately. My cock head began to leak drops of jizz onto her satiny breast canyon. I wanted to get back to tit-fucking more than anything, but I had to let her know. "Fuck yeah, they do," I said. "But I need to come on your face again. Your beautiful face...please..." Yeah, I was begging for it, but trust me, you would too. "You," Jennie Lynn said, and then took a few moments to lean forward, slowly lick the cum from my cock head, and then suck on it for a few seconds. I panted, feeling the sensation of her lips and tongue on my dick, my balls on her soft belly, and the sight of my big brown dick in her fuckable, kissable face. "You," she continued, "are precious. You really want to come on my face?" Beyond speech, I nodded quickly. "Again?" she said. I nodded about a hundred more times. "Oh, I've got you hooked good and proper, don't I?" She gently patted my throbbing dick, causing it to bounce against her boobs. I breathed harder. I didn't know how much longer I could hold out. "I could leave you hanging, you know," Jennie Lynn said. "Just kick you out." She leaned up suddenly, and I fell backward onto the bed. Whaddaya want from me? She outweighed me by at least fifty pounds! Stunned, I watched as Jennie Lynn freed herself from under me and stepped onto the floor. "'Thanks for the longest, most orgasmic pussy-licking I've ever had. Now get a wiggle on, toots!'" she said. I protested, "no no no no no no please no..." "Or maybe..." she said, "...maybe I go right over here, and lay down on this beanbag..." Jennie Lynn went to the opposite wall, against which rested the dark blue beanbag. She sat down on the floor and reclined against it, her upper body angled about halfway up. "And maybe...I get you nice and slick with this..." From somewhere behind the beanbag, Jennie Lynn produced a small brown bottle of lube. She flicked the lid open with a sudden snap. "Yes yes yes yes yes yes oh yeah yes!" I said. "And maybe, just maybe," she said, "you bring that nice big, beautiful, black cock over here...and you get what you want." I was off the bed and standing in front of her so fast I left scorch marks on the covers. I started to kneel down to get my cock between her satiny tits. "Not so fast," Jennie Lynn said. "I'm gonna do you up right." She grabbed my cock with one hand, and squeezed a generous amount of lube onto it with the other. More than enough to cover my entire length, and then some. "Most girls do it wrong," she said, encircling my dick with a firm grip and stroking the lube all over it. "They get their boobies all nice and slippery, but then the poor guy's dick ends up popping out a lot." She gave my cock another healthy dose of lube and stroked me some more, not enough to consider it a handjob, to get my dick thoroughly lubed. Still, damn. I had softened a bit, but now I was back, and hard as ever. "This way," she said, capping the bottle and setting it aside, "my titties are only slippery in the right place. The place you're fucking them." She released the hold she had on my dripping, slicked-up cock. After wiping her hands on her cami, she lifted the garment above her head and tossed it aside, revealing her stupendous mammaries. Big. Big is a good starting point in describing them. I knew that already, but seeing them in all their juggy glory was far different. Full, like the rest of her. Not flat and saggy, like some big boobs I've seen. It was like they rose from her chest and plumped outward, sexy and inviting. Pale, but not goth-pale, with dark brown areola as big as my palm. Her thick, chunky nipples pointed right at me. When Jennie Lynn Smiles "And this way," she said, "you can really grab hold of these big girls while you fuck them, without losing your grip." She gave her torso a little shake, and then squeezed her arms together, showing off her endless cleavage. "You want it?" she teased. "You want these warm jugs fucking your fat cock? Big titties in your hands, big titties around your dick, big balls ready to unload all over my face?" "Yes, Jennie Lynn," I said, mesmerized. "All over your face..." She leaned back on the beanbag, the weight of her tits causing them to fall away to her sides. She sighed dreamily. "You know what to do then, Jonesy," she said. "C'mon...let's get messy." I knelt down and gently rested my balls against her belly, and my cock fell with a wet smack against her sternum. I gathered her generous tits in my hands. "So heavy," I breathed. "So big..." I squeezed her enormous breasts around my cock, and Jennie Lynn smiled her most radiant smile up at me. "Now fuck 'em, baby," she said. I pistoned my dick between her warm cleavage, squeezing her abundant tits together firmly. I savored the feeling of my fingers sinking into her titflesh, using my palms to press them even tighter. "Mmmm, that feels so good, baby," Jennie Lynn said. "The way you thrust your cock. I can tell you want it." "I want it, Jennie Lynn," I said. "I need to fuck your big titties. I need your big tits hugging my dick." My cock, jeez, I could hardly see it at first. Her cleavage was now thoroughly lubed from contact with my slicked-up cock. And Jennie Lynn was right, my cock wanted to slip out, but since the rest of her breasts were lube-free, I just I used my grip on them to hold my dick in place. "I can't see him," Jennie Lynn said in a sing-songy voice. "You're gonna have to fuck 'em harder. Show me you like it...show me your big black dick is a match for these big babies..." And I did, thrusting so deeply into her tits that my balls were getting in on the action. The feeling of her gigantic jugs caressing by nutsack made me crazy, as did the sight of my cock head at last popping free of the upper cleft of her cleavage. "There he is!" Jennie Lynn said delightedly. "God, you look so hot right now. Mauling me with your big hands ... pounding my titties with your gorgeous black dick ... fuck my big white titties, you beautiful brown man ..." "You're my busty goddess, Jennie Lynn," I moaned. "My beautiful, busty goddess. This cock is for you. All for you...oh god..." Jennie Lynn smiled at me, and then leaned forward to rub her smiling lips against my cock head when it strained free of her breasts. "Such a big boy," Jennie Lynn said. "Such a cute boy." She reached up to stroke my thighs, and I really began hammering her boobs. "You know how long I've been looking for good boy like you?" she said. "A nice boy who wants to fuck my big boobies? A nice boy who likes to eat my wet pussy till I cream? A nice boy to cover my face with come?" She was driving me so crazy with her touch and her talk, I couldn't say much of anything in response. All I could manage was, "Oh Jennie Lynn...Jennie Lynn...Jennie Lynn...ohhhh..." Not the master of eloquence at that moment, I know, but with the titty-fucking I was getting, speech was in the back seat. "Come for me, Jonesy," she said. "Squeeze my titties real tight. Fuck my big, bad boobies. Slip'n'slide that hard cock in between my fat jugs. Pound my titties with your cock, baby...pound 'em good." I was really close to cumming, and all my senses went into overdrive. My cock head, darkened and engorged, peekabooed through the top of Jennie Lynn's pale cleavage. The upper slopes of her breasts quivered and rippled with each thrusting of my dick. I watched her areolae shrink and darken as her own excitement increased, and her nipples became magnificently erect. I heard the squelching sound of the lube, and my own panting while moaning her name, as I got ready to unload. I delighted in the feel of my nutsack, smacking the undersides of her breasts in time to the pace of my rapidly quickening upstrokes. And there was the tit-fucking itself. Perfect. All-encompassing. So much tit flesh, succulently molded around my straining cock. Each stroke increased my ardor as I explored her breast valley with my intrepid member. Her tits, so firm and fleshy, caressed my manhood with delicious friction. At once gentle and forgiving, then firm and insistent. Jennie Lynn's tits became my whole world, and fucking them was the only thing that had ever mattered. And then Jennie Lynn looked up at me. There was a pleading look on her face. "Do you still think I'm pretty?" she said. I lost it. Lost myself in her tits, in her face. Her lovely face. "So...pretty..." I moaned. All the cum that had been building up inside me, fueled by her intense tit-fucking, was summoned by the sight of her face. With my dick popping out between her breast tops, I unloaded on Jennie Lynn's face. Thick white spurts of jism rocketed onto her. Dollops of cum shot out and landed on her kissable cheeks, her lips, her forehead. Thick strands of jizz splashed against her chin, drizzling down her neck. I watched everything as if in slow-motion. I saw her mouth form into an O of surprise at the first splash. Saw her eyelids flutter with each subsequent burst of cum. Watched her tongue shoot out to catch one stream, diverting it so that it coated her lips and nose. Even though I'd already come a healthy amount earlier, I painted her face with enough fresh jism to make a gooey, glistening mess. "Oh, baby," she said. "Mmmm...you're good." "Me?" I said. "You're the best. You look so fucking hot right now." "You're not just saying that?" she said. "Because I bet I look pretty - " I leaned down and kissed her, stopping her mid-sentence. I kissed her long and intensely. I wanted to let her know that I meant what I said about her face. I would always want to kiss her face. Cum and all. I broke off. Jennie Lynn inhaled deeply, breathless from our kiss. "Believe me now?" I said. Jennie Lynn considered for a moment. "I've made a decision," she said. "I'm gonna keep you. If you have any girls on the side, you need to clear your calendar. I'm gonna keep you way too busy." "I accept," I said, and kissed her again, smearing more of my come across both of our faces. This time Jennie Lynn broke the kiss. "One condition, though," she said. "I can't be dating a dummy. You have to keep your Stats grade up." I laughed and lowered my half-chub cock down to her tit-valley, and squeezed those wondrous breasts around my slick shaft again. Wonderful. "Oh, I think I can make the grade, with your help," I said, feeling my cock stirring to life. Yeah, Jennie Lynn was that kinda girl for me. Jennie Lynn giggled. "Hey, save some for later!" she said. "Do you even have any more in the tank? Think you got another coat of face paint for me?" Hell yeah, I did. What can I say? Most girls have that one thing that makes them beautiful. Jennie Lynn was the exception. She had her magnificent breasts...and her smile. End.