She does... and they're great

"You just want to look at them?"

"I don't just want to look at them. But what's wrong with looking. Nobody thinks it's odd when guys look at Rene's face."

"But--"

Rot put a finger to her lips, then slid it down to the baggy top she hid herself under. Moving slowly, giving her every opportunity to object if she wanted to, he unfastened the buttons to her shirt, finally exposing the enormous bra she wore underneath.

"Your tits," Rot said, "are great. Your bra and top are ugly. It's time you start flaunting what mother nature gave you rather than hiding it."

"Like my parents would let me dress like a tramp."

"We'll get you some nice clothes and flattering bras." He was stroking her tits now and she practically purred to his touch.

All of a sudden, though, Rot had a tragic realization. He'd been an outcast the first time he'd gone through here partly because he was so shy he had a hard time talking to girls, let alone flirting with them or actually asking them for what he needed. But largely because he had almost no money. In the affluent Orange County area around Aaron Burr High, girls expected to be taken out, fed dinner, entertained by rock concerts, showered with presents. And he'd never had more than a few bucks. Unfortunately, he didn't have any more money this time around.

"I'll have to make some, somehow," he promised himself.

"These feel great," he told Joey.

Gently he pressed her down until she knelt in front of him. Then, still moving slowly, he took his dick from his jeans.

"What are--"

"I want to show you that your tits are beautiful. Look how excited they've made me."

He stepped closer until his cock nestled between her enormous boobs.

"Push them together. I promise they won't hurt my cock."

It took her a couple of minutes to get the idea but soon she was giving him the best tit-fuck he'd ever experienced.

Those white orbs were nearly as large as basketballs and the pink nipples contrasted nicely. He reached down and grasped each nipple but gently. Scaring her away now, when he was at the brink of orgasm, was the last thing he wanted.

"I'm going to cum," he said. "It'll be a little messy because you have me so turned on. Later, when we do this again, you can try to catch it in your mouth, but only if you want to. For now, though, let it run over your breasts."

She moaned as he squeezed her breasts, and then he was moaning as he let loose with the biggest orgasm he remembered.

His cum ran in rivers over her breasts, splashing her face, dribbling down to her slender stomach.

"Did that feel nice?" Joey sounded almost like a puppy afraid to be scolded.

"It was wonderful," he assured her. "And we're going to make sure it's wonderful for you as well. When I take you shopping for better bras and tops, we'll stop by Planned Parenthood so you can safely experience all of the joys of being a woman."

"But that's--"

"I'm not going to rush you. But when you're ready, you don't want to have to stop and worry about having a baby before you're ready, right?"

"Yeah, I guess."

He took her bra and wiped his cum off her face, then refastened it around her tits. "Let my cum dry on your skin. Scientific research says it's actually good for you."

"Can I ask you a question, Rot?"

"Sure."

"Actually two. First, how come you never seemed to notice me before and second, now that I let you jerk off on me, am I ever going to see you again?"

"I was shy," Rot admitted. "As far as seeing you again, I already told you. Of course, once you get clothes that show off your figure, you'll have so many guys after you, you may not have time for me."

"I'll make time for you, Rot."

He hoped she would. Tits like hers were national treasures.