Jake and Brittany Chapter 3 (Patreon)

Things were going really well.  Brittany and I had gone on two dates, and each ended in amazing fashion.  Maybe I was on my way back up.  Sure, I was still poor.  I was still kind of a loser.  But, I was a happy poor loser.  I had something to wake up for.  There was a beautiful girl that wanted to be with me, and that gave me an extra bump in the morning.  I sent Brittany a wake up good morning, and we small talked for a bit.  We got along so well, I loved this relationship.  She said she was going to work, but asked if we could hang out at her place that night.  There was one line in her texts that stuck out:  “If you wear pajamas, bring them.”  I’m not a rocket scientist, but I’m fairly certain she meant she wanted me to sleep over.  Good thing I sleep in my underwear!

My car was still shot, so I figured I’d take the bus down to the grocery store she worked at.  I didn’t want to be creepy and linger around, so I waited around elsewhere for a while.  I looked at some of the other stores in the strip mall.  There were some sweet phones I couldn’t afford and a haircut place I would probably have to go to soon.

At the end of her shift, I strolled in and saw her.  She had removed her apron and was wearing a tight, low cut, white shirt and snug jeans.  “Hey cutie,” she said as she approached me.  Her breasts were so tight in her shirt it looked like I wouldn’t be able to put my finger between them if I tried.  As she walked, her chest bumped up and down.  Did anyone else see this?  Was I the only one witnessing this insanely busty girl bounce around in a tight white shirt?  Was it because she wasn’t a size zero that people didn’t seem to care?  I would clearly never understand this world

When she got close enough she gave me a big hug, her huge airbags pressing against my upper chest.  I felt warm and comfortable in her arms, like nothing could go wrong in the world.  We held it longer than the average hug, implying a stronger connection, or at least that’s what my overly analytical mind thought.  Speaking of, what were we?  Were we official yet, or would there have to be a talk?  I was so out of touch with the dating game that I didn’t really understand all of the etiquette involved.  If she was good to be my girlfriend, I was ready to be her boyfriend.  But that was probably too fast.  This was only the third date.

Still hugging me, she gave me a juicy kiss on the lips that lasted about two seconds but felt like I’d lost a week.  “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”  She rotated her chest left and right, guiding my body with her breasts.  I was happy to go with them.

“Me too.  When you asked if I could come over, I couldn’t have bene more excited.”

“I was wondering if you’d be willing to sleep over tonight.  I’m battling my better judgment here, but I feel so comfortable and safe with you.  I don’t get the impression you want to fuck me over.  I’m willing to give this a try if you are.

“Of course!  You’re perfect for me.”

“I’m so excited.”  She legitimately looked excited.  “I woke up with my pillow between my legs.  Not gonna lie… kinda wished it was you.”  I gave out a hearty laugh.  “Do you wear pajamas?”

“No,” I said with a chuckle.  “I was going to tell you, I sleep in my underwear.”

She smiled.  “I was kind of hoping you’d say that.”  We got in her car and headed to her apartment.

When we arrived, we walked up to the second floor.  The apartment was clearly nicer than mine.  The area's cars were better, and there was a pool with people in it splashing around.  There were a bunch of nice looking bushes everywhere, with a dark brown paint job on the units.  The inside was nice too.  It was much cleaner than where I lived.  Inside followed suit.

It was a small studio, but clearly the person inside knew how to maximize the space.  There was a couch and TV setup, a kitchen area, and a bed in the back.  She clearly liked the color purple, as it accentuated the entire room in every corner.  There were no food wrappers lying on the ground, no garbage swept against the wall, and no dirty laundry out of the hamper.  She clearly took great care of her environment.  I felt immediately embarrassed about how I took care of things, seeing what she was capable of.

“It looks perfect in here!” I exclaimed.

“Aw thanks.  I cleaned up a bit for you.  I’m not usually this clean.”  I didn’t believe her.  “Why don’t you relax on the couch.  I want to slip into something more comfortable.”  She walked to the bathroom.  That was a corny-as-Hell line, but it excited me nonetheless.  I rested on the couch, which was surprisingly comfortable.  Quicker than I thought, I heard her to my right.  “Can I join you?”

I turned to look at her.  Her shirt was the same white, low-cut top she was wearing before.  But as I scanned down, she had replaced her tight jeans for some barely-there pink booty shorts.  If there is proof of a god, it is in these booty shorts.  They couldn’t quite cover up her big ass, and they had that triangle cut that emphasized her thick thighs, which were actually even thicker than I thought.  Her creamy skin was a bit flabby, but surprisingly solid looking.  There was even some muscle definition to be had here.  There was a huge cleft of butt cheek poking out of the bottom of the shorts, and even that was more than a handful.

“Wow… you fill out those shorts well you know…” I said, trying not to drool.

“You like them?  I never thought these would be attractive, I just find them really comfortable.  I sleep in these, you know,” she said, batting her eyes.  She sat next to me and leaned forward, immediately kissing me on the lips.  She pulled my body closer to her, my chest meeting hers.  My hands reached for her thick thighs, resting on her smooth skin.  While we kissed, I worked my hand to her butt, and squeezed it a bit.  Her lips close to mine, she asked “Are you an ass man too?”

“It looks like I am, and I didn’t even notice,” I replied.  “You are teaching me a lot of things lately.”

She laughed.  “I’ve never had anyone touch me this much.  I’m really self-conscious about my body.  I almost never let anyone see me without pants on.”

“That’s crazy.  I’d love to explore every inch of you.  How did you get oral then?”  She shook her head.  “You’ve never received before?”

“Nope,” she said, looking down.

I felt like this was my chance to prove myself to her.  “Well strap in, Brittany.  I’m gonna be your first.  Lay back,”

She leaned against the back of the couch, her chest jutting forward.  Her legs spread a bit.  “Are you sure?  Look, I’m kind of a bigger girl.  I don’t know how I’m going to react, and I don’t want to hurt you-“

“Don’t worry about me.  I want to please you.  Let me treat you,” I said.  I got on my knees in front of her while she sat.  Looking up, I could see her two large orbs, and her eyes poking over them.  She was clearly fascinated.  “You see, the key is to work up to it.”  I put my hands on either thigh.  They were so big and meaty, I couldn’t help but squeeze and try to grab handfuls.  I kissed her right thigh softly, and kissed again a centimeter closer.  I continued this motion even as I reached her pink booty shorts.  I kissed just a bit harder so she could feel it through the fabric.  Just as I reached where her vagina would be, I made the kissing motion, but moved to her left thigh.  Her body shifted when I did that.  That means it’s working.  I made the same motion in reverse, once again reaching the vagina, only to move to the right thigh.  As I switched over to the right thigh, I rubbed her crotch with my finger ever so slightly.  I did this to check for wetness, and I gotta say, mission accomplished.  She was soaking already.  This girl must have been really wanting it.  This time, as I kissed closer and closer, I pulled back her booty shorts a bit and kissed even closer.  It would appear she shaved, as it was completely smooth and hairless.  I kissed really close to her vagina, so close there was already some juice getting on it.  I moved my lips close to her pussy.  Brittany grabbed a handful of my hair in preparation.  But I was in control.

I moved to the left thigh and started over.  I felt her whimper, but she didn’t let go of my hair.  “Pull them off,” she said in an airy voice.  I did as I was told, even though it was tough to get them off her huge ass.  After some struggling, her underwear was on the floor and her huge thighs were bare in front of me.  I kissed my way back to her vagina.  I hovered over it for just a moment, but before I could tease any more, she shoved my head hard into her wet pussy.

Well… when in Rome.  My tongue started up and I attacked her clitoris.  Juices were flowing out of her like a dam had flooded over.  She tasted fantastic, just a bit sweet with a solid warmth.  Not a hint of fish, which is always a good sign.  For a bigger girl, she managed to take good care of herself from a hygiene standpoint.  Good for her, and really good for me.  I lapped up her cum and kept attacking her.  Slowly she was burying my face further and further between her legs.  “Baby…” she said in an octave I hadn’t heard from her yet.  My tongue was flipping around her large clitoris now, in a state of constant lubrication.  I sandwiched it between my tongue and my upper lip, and gave just the slightest tug.  Her thighs shivered a bit, and a rush of cum poured out of her into my throat.  I had something to prove, so I swallowed all of it.  I wondered if she was-

And with that, her legs closed.  Hard.  Before I could say multiple orgasm, my face was enclosed in a fleshy thigh prison, darkness and cum washing over me.  Her hand still held the top of my head in place, but otherwise I was unable to move.  My hands squeezed her thighs.  “Eat me more, baby!” I heard her exclaim from outside.  I did as I was told.  Hell, if I didn’t I’m not confident she wouldn’t snap my neck.  She pulled me off of the ground and moved me on the couch with just her powerful thighs.  Cum was now dumping out of her pussy into my mouth and all over my face.  I felt like I had just taken a shower in ooze.  My tongue managed to dig deeper inside of her, and I found what was likely her g spot.  I could barely reach it with my tongue, but I managed to hit it a couple of times.  Her legs shook again, and I heard her squealing from above me.  I bet her neighbors heard it too.

I felt her maneuvering again.  This time, she was now sitting on top of me on her knees.  “Baby keep going, I’m gonna cum again.”  She was now stuffing me full of her cum and her thick pussy.  “You’re so good baby, you’re so good!”  She started bouncing up and down now, and just as I knew it was coming, she slammed down with all of her weight.  My lower half heaved upward, and a massive wave of cum rushed into my mouth.  There was no way I could swallow it all.  And then it was over.  She was too tired to get up, so she just continued sitting above me, not quite her ass on my face, but her sopping wet pussy rubbing against me, coating me with more and more of her juices.  “That… was… incredible…” she managed to say.  When she snapped out of it, she spread open her legs and pulled me back up to her.  Despite my being covered in her cum, she kissed me hard on the lips.  The two of us made out more.  After about a minute, she pulled back and stared me in the eyes.  

“Okay, I think I’m ready.  Can we go to my bed?”  In a complete daze, I nodded.