Karen knew she was unusually pretty, with her long, wavy brown hair, her big blue eyes and her natural expression of girlish, pouty-lipped innocence. For better and worse, however, men were usually too busy ogling her tits to even notice what she was like from the neck up.

Sometimes they stared at her legs, which were long, creamy-white, and endowed with just the right curviness. Sometimes they stared at her cute, round little ass, which pooched out in such a way that few men could resist fondling or pinching it. Karen's waist was very slim and girlish, and she had an overall delicate, feminine bone structure, and sometimes, it was true, men stared at that part of her body too.

But what they really stared at was her tits. In appraising her body to herself, Karen knew there was no point in beating around the bush: her tits were simply enormous, especially in contrast to her slim hips and narrow torso. And it wasn't just that her jugs were big, either; a lot of women had big tits. It was that they were so round and firm, so spongy and creamy-white and thoroughly suckable in general.

Karen also had big, wide pink nipples, with rubbery teats that stiffened to nearly three-quarters of an inch in length at the slightest stimulation. The sight of her giant, fat-nippled tits was so intensely arousing to the opposite sex that her lovers often spent whole hours nursing on her huge milkers.

Karen had gotten used to this, and didn't really mind that men like Mr. Grant couldn't help being so horny for her oversized sucklers. The only trouble was, letting him suck her whoppers like this was making her very, very horny.

Her tits were as sensitive as they were big, and she sometimes thought that the nerve endings in her coral pink nipples, especially, had a pipeline straight into her pussy. Karen had been letting Mr. Grant slurp on her tits since her first week on the campus, and resisting his further advances had been a real strain on her.