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VIP-BTC2: Chapter 78
🕑 Added 2023-07-12 19:00:05 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 78: Future --
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“So what did you and your mom talk about tonight?”
It was the end of the evening, and we were all settling into bed. Eva and Luna had both gone home. My trio of official Berkeley girlfriends had come up with a new rotation, with Sam and Naimh spending the night together while granting me and my Baby Belle some one-on-one time.
My impish pixie looked up at me from her favorite position: her strawberry-blonde head pillowed on my chest while I reclined back against my headboard, my left arm wrapped around her petite body, and her pert little booty nicely cupped in the curve of my palm. Both of her arms were wrapped around my midsection. And it felt like the two of us could remain cuddled together like that for the rest of our lives.
A smile tugged the corners of my lips upwards as I let the back of my skull drop against the headboard. “We just… talked. Like… we had a stereotypical parent/kid conversation. She asked, ‘How is school going?’ I told her it was going fine. She said a friend actually gave her a book on Talking to Your Teenager: For Dummies, and the first thing it warned was how to get around answers of ‘It’s fine’.”
Belle laughed and rubbed my belly.
“I could tell she was feeling nervous,” I remarked. “My Mother. Actually nervous.”
Belle mused on that. “You’re right. ‘Nervous’ isn’t a word I would ever associate with your mom.”
“It put me at ease, honestly. It made me feel like she was really trying. Like she was actually worried about making a good impression on me or something. My Mother. Worried about impressing ME.”
Belle looked up at me. “Was she never nervous before? This was what, your third or fourth phone call since Christmas?”
“Fourth, including Christmas. The Christmas one was short. The New Year’s Eve one was even shorter. Both conversations were little more than holiday greetings… little more than dipping our toes into the water, if you know what I mean. No nervousness, just… guarded. She was guarded. She was normal, really: succinct and to the point. When I called her our last morning in Mammoth, though, I told her I loved her. She seemed surprised, but she told me she loved me too. She thawed out a bit, but the conversation was still brief. And while she first called me late Christmas Eve, the timing of all three of those actual conversations were initiated by me, so all she could really do was react.”
“But this time, she went out of her way to call you.” Belle nodded her understanding. Looking thoughtful, she added, “I wonder if she took a few minutes to compose herself before dialing you. I wonder if she rehearsed what she planned to say like some opening speech for a criminal trial. Although I must admit, I can’t imagine your mom being nervous even if she was in a criminal trial.”
“Me neither,” I agreed. “So like I said: her nervousness put me at ease.”
Belle chuckled. “Don’t get used to it. I’m sure that the more often you and your mom keep having these phone calls, the more relaxed she’s going to be about it.”
“I’m sure.”
“Come to think of it, when was the last time you called our Dad?”
I glanced down at Belle’s waggling eyebrows and chuckled. “You get way too much of a kick out of adding the word ‘our’ in front of ‘Dad’.”
My impish pixie put on a façade of extreme innocence. “Are you saying your Christmas letter to him was bullshit? Like, ‘Oh, I got my mom back. I don’t need him anymore.’”
“Of course not.”
“Then why haven’t you called him?”
“Do I need to call him? Does HE need me to call him?”
“Well…” Belle waggled her head before admitting, “No, not really, I suppose. I guess it would be a little weird for you to start calling him out of the blue just because. But I AM curious about whether or not this growing relationship with your mom will end up filling the gaping void in your heart that craves parental approval and ultimately mean you don’t need him anymore.”
I shook my head firmly. “Four phone calls doesn’t even begin to measure up to everything your dad did for me over the last nineteen years.”
“Our dad,” she corrected.
“Seriously, B.” I chuckled and shook my head. “Don’t make it weird.”
“And what if I like it a little weird, hmm?” Belle’s pale-green eyes sizzled as she rolled onto my chest a bit and pushed her face up. “What if I like the idea of being your naughty little sister who wants her big brother’s big dick stretching her teeny-tiny teenage pussy? Or even…”
Belle reached back to take hold of my hand that had been cupped around the curve of her pert little booty, and she guided my fingers beneath the waistbands of her pajama pants and panties. She slipped my middle digit down the cleft of her perfect peach, her eyes shining bright when she felt my fingertip bump up against what I immediately realized was the hard, faceted face of her blue-crystal butt plug between her cheeks.
“… your naughty little sister who wants her big brother’s big dick stretching her too-tight, teeny-tiny virgin baby-sister butthole.”
I blinked. “Um, as enticing as that would be, your butthole isn’t exactly virgin anymore, Belle.”
My naughty little minx giggled. “Well perhaps your sexy little girlfriend Belle has been happy to try and fit her boyfriend’s big dick up her too-tight asshole whenever she had time to prep herself. But I think your adoring little sister Annabelle has never felt her big brother’s big dick deep inside her teeny-tiny virgin baby-sister butthole.”
Part of me wanted to roll my eyes and groan at the mental gymnastics Belle wanted to go through to claim her butthole as ‘virgin’ – or even claim adoring ‘little sister Annabelle’ as a separate entity - but part of me couldn’t help but feel a little turned on by the idea. This fact wasn’t lost on Belle, who felt my growing bulge beneath her belly. And she quickly used her other hand to slide between us and start pawing at my rapidly rising rod.
“Little Sister wants to feel Big Brother’s big dick in her ass,” Belle crooned into my ear just before biting down on my lobe. It wasn’t a gentle nip, either; she really bit me. And the brief but unexpected sensation of pain was enough to shoot a bolt of adrenaline through my body that made me grab onto her asscheek with my meaty paw while my middle finger pushed down against her butt plug, and my other hand reached up to grab the petite girl’s shoulder with an iron grip.
“Oh my god, B…” I groaned.
Belle’s eyes glittered green as she sat up and winked at me. Raising an index finger, she waggled it reproachfully and scolded, “That’s a blasphemy.”
And then she immediately rolled away from me.
I blinked in surprise as I found my arms suddenly empty. But Belle had merely rolled over to the nightstand, pulled open the drawer, and then pulled out a familiar black choker necklace with a small silver crucifix dangling from it as a pendant.
“Holy shit, B,” I exclaimed, suddenly out of breath and feeling very, very hot, any thought of further resistance evaporating away.
“That’s a blasphemy too.” Belle laughed while she reached behind her neck to fasten the choker. A moment later, she started tying her hair back into a ponytail with a simple hairband. And then she knelt to start yanking down my pajama pants and boxers.
‘Big Brother’s’ big dick popped out, already thick and pulsing with its own internal energy. Belle didn’t bother to drag my clothes down all the way, leaving them bunched up around my upper thighs while she ducked her head and glommed her lips around my shaft.
She started off fast and furious, clearly energized and eager to feast on my meat. She bobbed her head up and down several times, making sloppy wet sounds until she had to pause and slurp up her own saliva. After that, she tried to stuff as much of my cock into her mouth as she could fit, moaning as she worked her way down with her lips stretched wide around my girth.
She probed her gag reflex, actually gagged a couple of times, and had to pull off to cough and stroke my shaft with her tiny hand while she caught her breath. Undeterred, she tried again, choked again, and pulled off again.
This time, Belle collected herself a bit before proceeding. She smiled at me eagerly while I waited for her patiently. After catching her breath again, she slowly bent over to lick the length of my rod without trying to stuff me into her mouth again. She nibbled on my super-soft skin and stretched out her tongue to tease my testicles. She stared up at me with those electric green eyes, willing me to understand how much she loved me.
I raised my hand to caress her cheek, sensing what she wanted. A moment later, she moved herself back over my mushroom head, settling her lips in an open ring around the crown. And then she took in a deep breath…
I put my palm atop the back of her skull.
And then I pushed.
Belle’s head sank down quickly, at least at first. I felt the resistance of her tight throat constricting around my cock, additional friction being added with every inch. And her dangling crucifix pendant was the first thing to touch down against my skin.
Still, I pushed.
Belle’s nostrils flared as she tried to inhale around my prick. I felt her head quiver, and for a moment, her downward momentum completely stopped as she got hung up and started pushing back against my hand.
Still, I pushed.
She squeaked, the tight constriction suddenly gave way, and her head dropped the rest of the way down. My Baby Belle’s lips sealed around the very base of my dick as I felt her entire body trembling beneath my palm. Her crucifix tickled the base of my balls as she quivered. I kept her pinned in place, forcibly supporting her position even as every instinct in her body yearned to pull back up. A moment later, she fought off that instinct herself, dug her nails into my thighs, and swallowed thickly…
… swallowing my thickness.
Belle stared up at me triumphantly, her heart visibly aglow through her eyes.
And then I let my hand go.
Belle stayed down, still staring at me. I knew she was going for a personal record at this point, maintaining the deep-throat for as long as she could. I felt tempted to help her along with my hand again, but settled for stroking her cheek and staring back into her eyes.
“I love you, my sweet Annabelle,” I told her sincerely while raising my hand to cup her cheek. “I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”
She tried to smile, but her lips were already stretched to their limits. Still, I could see the joy in her shimmering irises – well, some of that moisture was from tears of strain trying to hold herself there. And eventually she ran out of air and had to suddenly pull up, coughing and choking hoarsely while she thumped her own chest with one fist.
“How long was that?” she asked as soon as she could form words.
I chuckled and shrugged. “Sorry, I forgot to start a timer. But I’m pretty sure that’s a new record.”
“I’m getting better at it,” she said proudly.
“You are, you are,” I agreed while opening my arms. “Now come here.”
Belle flowed into my arms to snuggle herself up against my side, pillowing her head on my chest and tucking her crown into the crook of my neck. I rubbed her upper arm and squeezed her fiercely. And then I kissed the top of her head.
She tilted her face up to look at me. “Does Big Brother love Little Sister’s blowjobs?”
“I love them, my little Annabelle. I love them.” I patted her cheek.
Her eyebrows waggled. “Will Big Brother please put his big dick into Little Sister’s pussy now?”
I grinned and rolled her over onto her back, my larger body looming above hers. “Whatever Little Sister wants.”
Belle beamed up at me merrily, already tugging her waistband down. Clearly, my acceptance of “Big Brother and Little Sister” roleplay excited the hell out of her, perhaps a little too much, and she actually lost her grip on her pajama pants and panties. I was quick to take over, and I pulled the articles all the way down her legs and dropped them off the foot of the bed.
Meanwhile, she tugged up her pajama top above her braless breasts, moaning with deep arousal while palming her own globes and pinching the nipples. And when I ducked my head into the valley of her cleavage, she was quick to direct my face over to first her left nipple and then the right one, crooning, “Suck Little Sister’s titties, Big Brother. Suck them and dream of the day they start giving you milk.”
I blinked and picked my head up. “Milk?”
“Little Sister wants to have Big Brother’s baby…” she moaned. “Can you imagine it? Nursing on my swollen teats full of yummy milk?”
“That’s a new fantasy,” I muttered.
Belle giggled. “Hey, if Zofi can fantasize about you knocking her up, why can’t I?”
“Well let’s not actually knock you up just yet, hmm?”
“There’s a solution for that: just cum in my ass.”
I chuckled. “One step at a time.”
“The next step is Big Brother shoving his big dick into Little Sister’s tight, teenage twat. Put it in me, Big Brother. I’m so wet for you. Stretch my teeny-tiny pussy with your massive, big-brother cock.”
“Holy shit, B.”
“I want to feel you deep inside me! Yes! Yes! Stretch me, Big Brother! Stretch me! Feel how tight I am for you! Feel how wet I am for you! Stretch me! Stretch me! I love it! I love you! More! More! Deeper! Deeper! YES!!! YESSS!!! YYYEEESSS!!!”
Belle was really worked up as I slowly sank inch after inch of hot cock into her exquisitely petite body. I would’ve like to say I slid into her like a hot knife through warm butter, but it was more like a dull butter-knife trying to push through a jar of peanut butter. She was tight – always tight – and progress was slow. The butt plug occupying her anal cavity reducing the available volume inside her body didn’t help, either. But with back-and-forth rocking motions, constant pressure, and Belle’s arms and legs clutching me close, I eventually got buried inside her to the root.
“Ohhh, I love you, Matty…” she crooned once I hit full-depth. Both of us were panting from the exertion of initial entry, neither of us trying to move just yet.
“I love you too, my Annabelle,” I replied warmly, relieved for a moment that she’d used my name instead of calling me ‘Big Brother’.
She kissed my cheek.
And then she began to undulate herself beneath me.
There wasn’t a whole lot of in-and-out movement. Belle’s pussy was still too tight and hadn’t stretched out yet to accommodate it. Instead her snug-as-a-glove snatch massaged my prick, generating a world of sensation for both of us that was more than enough to set off fireworks of pleasure in both my brain and hers.
“So big inside me…” she moaned.
“So good around me…” I groaned.
“So deep… So… Oh, there it is! There it is!” Belle’s eyelids flew open like shades on coiled springs, her irises glimmering brightly. I could feel my prickhead pinging off the entrance to her womb, our loins a perfect fit for each other.
Closing my eyes and bracing my forehead on the pillow, I concentrated on crunching my abs to keep gently pinging that same spot that gave Belle such sparkles of sensation. I felt her shivers against my chest, heard her whimpers in my ears, and smelled the sweet scents steaming from our loins. Soon I was rewarded(?) with her deafening shriek of satisfaction that nearly shattered my eardrum when she shuddered and scaled her pleasure peak.
The clamped-down constriction of the cute coed’s clenched cunt prevented my prick from moving even a millimeter. I shuddered with her and held her close, reveling in the sensation of my adorable Annabelle’s trembling in my arms. And I raised my head slightly to gaze down at her pretty face and admire her expression of rapturous pleasure.
She gazed up at me, eternal love in her eyes.
And then she grinned.
It was no surprise when Belle suddenly shoved me over to the side, so I let myself flop onto my back while she rolled over me and started raining kisses on my face. Some were quick pecks like a jabbing bird; some were heated liplocks full of throaty, passionate moans. Our intimate working parts had become separated, but she settled her soaking-wet snatch atop my still-stiff shaft and rode it like a rail – back and forth, back and forth. And I expected her to elevate my erection and sink herself onto my big dick once again.
But of course my Baby Belle still wanted Big Brother’s big dick deep inside her teeny-tiny virgin baby-sister butthole.
After a couple minutes of making out, my petite little brat sat up and gave me a pixie wink. A coy smirk dogged her lips while she spun around, straddling my lap and bending herself over at the waist. The position put her cute little rump on full display, the blue-crystal disc of the butt-plug front and center. And she reached back with both hands to spread her asscheeks wide while I groaned in audible appreciation (and anticipation).
“Does Big Brother want to stretch Little Sister’s virgin asshole?” she teased, waggling her tushie.
“Um, yes please,” I replied immediately, beyond caring about Belle’s continued use of the naughty, incestuous titles.
“Pull out the plug, Big Brother,” she crooned.
My fingers trembled as I reached forward, and I had to grab my own right wrist to steady it while taking a deep breath. Only after pausing for a moment to collect myself was I able to grasp the plug and pull it out.
Belle shivered and moaned, looking back at me over her shoulder. The perfect circle of her open lips matched the open circle of her dilated anus. “Hold your dick for me, Big Brother,” she moaned.
I grasped my erection and raised it off my belly into an upright and locked position. Sitting up straight, Belle elevated herself into the air and hovered over my dick, my tapered mushroom head pointing like an arrow to the promised land. Still holding her asscheeks apart, the sexy mink settled herself into position, notching my cock at the portal to her back-channel canal. She whimpered as she felt her little starfish begin to stretch. The swollen knob was still much larger in diameter than her gaping hole, but she was well-lubricated. And as she slowly sat herself down, assisted by the force of gravity, her anal aperture eventually expanded far enough to accommodate my erection’s entrance.
“Ooohhhmmmyyygggoooddd…” Belle groaned as she inexorably impaled herself on the first few inches of my upright shaft.
[SMACK!]
“EEEP!”
I let my hand settle back onto Belle’s now-reddened asscheeks, caressing it while I intoned mirthfully, “That’s for blasphemy.”
Belle giggled, glanced back at me over her shoulder, and growled huskily, “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”
“Are you a Catholic schoolgirl or my little sister?”
“¿Por qué no los dos?”
I chuckled, raised my hands to her hips, and helped pull Belle’s body down around my dick. It took a while. She was tight – always tight – and progress was still slow. The lube helped reduce friction, but there would always be diameter issues when it came to the size of my dick and the available space within Belle’s colon. She’d clamped down and arrested her descent when I’d first smacked her ass, but she was descending once again in fits and starts with little whimpers and shivers and moans.
But eventually I was balls-deep up my Baby Belle’s butt, and she sat up straight with her asscheeks flush against my pelvis, moaning, “Hhhhhooooollllllyyyyy ssssshhhhhhiiiiiiittttt, Mmmmmaaaaattttttyyyy. Soooooo ffffffuuuuuuucccckkkkkinnnnnngggg BBBBBBIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGG.”
I slid my hands up her sides to stroke her arms and back, starting up an impromptu massage. I briefly tugged backwards on her shoulders so that she would lay down against my chest, but she stiffened and whimpered again as if doing so would stretch her rectal region beyond its limit, resisting my pull. And when I relaxed my grip, she instead bent forward over my legs, a movement that exposed the bottom couple of inches of my embedded rod and seemed to provide her with some relief.
“Too big… too big… too big…” she moaned. “Fuck, Matty. Did your dick grow another inch?!?”
“I don’t think so,” I told her, resuming my gentle caresses of her lower back while admiring the awe-inspiring sight of my dick disappearing from view between her perky buttcheeks.
“Oh my gawd,” she groaned.
I didn’t spank her this time for blasphemy.
Belle was silent for a minute, getting herself adjusted to having my blunt instrument uncomfortably wedged in the very depths of her bowels. It actually took more than a minute, not that I was in any rush. And eventually she gathered enough energy to push herself up on her arms and look back at me over her shoulder.
“You alright?” I asked. I didn’t suggest we stop. I already knew she wouldn’t want to.
“I’m alright,” she said reassuringly. Biting her lip, she then undulated herself forward, exposing another couple of inches. Then she rocked herself back, pushing down with her bottom until she’d almost completely captured the full length of my shaft, but only almost. And then she rocked forward again.
“Mmmm…” I moaned, reveling in the inferno-like heat of Belle’s tight tushie-tunnel wrapped tightly around my rod. She slowly pumped herself back and forth facing away from me, so I kept my focus on the sight of her perfect peach of an ass bobbing to and fro in my lap.
“Soooo Biiiig, Biiiig Broooother,” Belle groaned, maintaining her steady pace.
I listened to the sounds of her heavy breathing mixed in with throaty moans, the wet squelch of her lubricated anal cavity sliding along the length of my swollen shaft, and the rustle of fabric as her body moved atop my bedsheets. The room was otherwise silent, and for a little while it felt like we were the only two people in the entire world. For a guy used to entertaining such a large number of women, it was nice to spend this kind of intimate one-on-one time with someone so near and dear to my heart.
“Fuck my assss, Big Brother…” she moaned. “Fuck Little Sister’s virgin asshole…”
Intimate. Right, right…
“Fuck my teeny-tiny asshole, Big Brother. Fuckme, fuckme, fuckme…”
For the next several minutes, Belle continued to bang her little butt back at me while I reclined and gazed admiringly at the way her tight tushie repeatedly made my big dick disappear. She moaned and groaned. She shivered and shuddered. Her skin slickened with sweat, her body straining to keep going. Finally she ran out of gas. But rather than collapse forward, she sat up straight and then toppled backwards onto my chest.
Thankfully, she’d stretched out enough by now to accommodate my monster. The top of her head tucked under my chin as she let all four limbs splay out haphazardly to the sides. But rather than let her rest, I simply took over doing all the work.
Wrapping both arms around her midsection, raising my knees, and planting my feet flat, I started thrusting vertically, lifting the sweaty and spent teenage coed into the air by virtue of her erection-impaled asshole. Belle whined and whimpered as I started using her tiny body as my ragdoll masturbatory device, completely helpless to resist. But even as savagely as I sodomized her in that way, it was nothing in comparison to what came next.
I let go of her midsection, hooked my arms beneath Belle’s legs, and pulled back on them until she was curled up atop me in a full-Nelson fold. Belle squealed like a stuck pig as I bent her body in half and then started hammering the hell outta her.
At first, she merely howled and tried to hold on for the ride. But after she got used to the aggressive reaming, she hooked three fingers into her own cunt, fingerbanging herself with a fury while my dick repeatedly drilled up her ass. The double-penetration really sent her body into pleasure overload, and she started screaming so loudly that I actually saw the bedroom door open and both Naimh and Sam poke their heads inside to see what the hell was going on.
“FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK MMMMEEEE!!! FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK MMMMYYYY AAAASSSSSSSS!!!” Belle howled to the ceiling, I’m sure with no clue whatsoever that our girlfriends had come to check on us.
The blonde and the redhead in the cracked-open doorway both smirked at me, and then turned to look at each other with silly grins. But rather than enter the room to join us, Sam merely winked and Naimh blew me a kiss before they both pulled back and shut the door.
I half-expected Belle to go back to howling for “Big Brother” to fuck “Little Sister’s” virgin asshole, but she was beyond coherent language by that point. She simply screamed over and over again, an unending undulation of howls and shrieks that would’ve deafened my eardrums again had she been a little closer.
Not that I was much more coherent.
“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” I grunted from the exertion of repeatedly railing the unresisting girl’s rectum.
“NNGH! NNGH! NNGH! NNGH!” I groaned when I slowed down my pace but added a little more oomph into each thrust.
“RRGH! RRGH! RRGH! RRGH!” I growled through gritted teeth as I felt my balls coming to a boil, straining with my Kegel muscles to keep my ejaculation at bay long enough to make my Baby Belle blow her top one final time.
“MOMMY! MOMMMMMMYYYY!!! AAAIIIIII!!!” Belle let out a last unearthly shriek as her body suddenly seized. Her colon clamped up around my cock, tight enough to stop my forward momentum. I thrust up off the mattress one last time, elevating both of our bodies into the air. And she shivered and shuddered in epileptic spasms atop me while her voice went absolutely silent…
… Somewhere outside the house, a dog started howling as if Belle’s scream had exceeded the range of human hearing…
… and then her scream came back, still deafening at first, but on the decline.
And then she collapsed.
Her colon unclenched. The built-up pressure in my balls finally had somewhere to go. What felt like an unending stream of sperm shot out of me, straight into the darkest depths of my Baby Belle’s bowels.
“NNNNGGGGAAAAHHHHhhhh…” I gasped, inky blackness creeping around the corners of my consciousness while the flood continued to flow out of me.
And then we both collapsed.
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The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against her back, covered only by a thin layer of cotton. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the large bare breast I was currently palming. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into the cleft of her panty-clad ass. And breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her strawberry-blonde hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.
I remained like that for a good several minutes, just enjoying the feel of my girlfriend/little sister’s warm body spooned up against mine. My swollen cockhead rubbed against the small of Belle’s back, and for a brief moment, I mentally pictured just how far up Belle’s ass it had been last night.
But rather than continue that train of thought or hot-dog her buns with my morning wood, I gently released my grip on Belle’s big breast and then gingerly extracted my left arm from beneath her pillow, careful not to wake her. I thought of all the times the girls had managed to sneak beneath the covers without disturbing me in order to give me a morning blowjob, and I fully intended to return the favor for once.
When my tongue first tickled her clit, Belle startled and then jerked awake. I grunted in surprise when her hips thrust upward and she damn near gave me whiplash. But I grabbed onto her surprisingly strong thighs with both hands to keep them from crushing my skull like a watermelon and bore down with both my lips and my tongue to start furiously eating her out, really maximizing the intensity of her unexpected pleasure.
“Holy shit, Matty!” Belle exclaimed in surprise when her initial wave passed, and she stared down at me with a silly smile. “Is that what it’s like for you when we wake you up?”
I continued gently gnawing on her clit for a few seconds before pulling up and smirking. “Something like that. I gotta remember to watch out for the recoil.”
“Definitely watch out for the recoil,” she advised sagely. “Now go back to eating me.”
I grinned and resumed my meal.
We’d not gone straight to bed after last night’s epic assfucking. Belle and I had showered, dressed in fresh pajamas, and then cuddled up together in bed. This morning, Belle tasted like fresh rainfall, lush as green meadows. I stroked my hands upwards, curling around the curvature of her shoulders, tracing the shape of her sides and the swell of her breasts, before settling comfortably around the subtle flare of her hips as I wrapped my tongue around her budding clit and bore down on it.
“Matty…” she moaned, arching herself to press herself that much closer to my face. All of a sudden she was cumming, a quivering tremor that snuck up on her as she closed her eyes and felt the blissful release ripple through her body from head to toe. And when it passed, her sparkling pale-green eyes stared down at me while she bit her lower lip and grinned happily.
I felt no urgent need to get laid this morning, so rather than climb atop my Baby Belle and ease my aching dick into her saturated snatch, I simply crawled up high enough to give her a sweet kiss and then roll away. Plus, I needed to pee.
We both started our morning routines. Blessed as I was with a Y-chromosome, I finished getting dressed first, but on my way out the door I noticed that Belle was standing in front of the bathroom mirror completely topless while she put on her makeup. I folded my arms and leaned against the bathroom doorjamb, admiring my pretty pixie’s ethereal beauty. She tried to pretend like she hadn’t noticed me, but there was no denying the way the corners of her lips tugged upwards.
Eventually, Belle returned to her bedroom to put on her bra and a cute sweater. The horndog inside stayed put until she’d put her tits away out of view, and then the gentleman inside then waited until she was ready to head downstairs with me. The wood stair treads in this old Victorian-style house audibly creaked with every step as we descended. So as soon as I walked through the open kitchen doorway, Sam turned away from the gas range and greeted me warmly, “Morning, Matty! Belle!”
“Morning, lovebirds,” Naimh chimed in from over by the fridge, her eyebrows waggling as she approached me for a hug. “Quite a night you two had.”
Belle giggled. “Were we that loud?”
“Loud enough to make them come peek in on us,” I drawled while embracing my personal redhead in my arms, pecking her lips, and grabbing her ass.
Belle blinked. “They did? When?”
“‘Fuck-my-ass, fuck-my-ass. Fuck. My. Aaassssss…’” Naimh quoted with a smirk as she turned to look back at Belle.
“Almost made you want to join in, Miss Sacred Core?” Belle teased.
“Oh, I totally wanted to,” Naimh said with a sigh, “but Miss Tight-Ass Slut over there figured we shouldn’t.”
“Not like I would’ve minded the two of you lining up right next to me,” Belle said with a wink. “Bent over… reaching back to spread your cheeks. Mmm…”
“Oh, we know YOU wouldn’t have minded,” Sam interjected while glancing over her shoulder at us, her spatula still in hand. “More that I didn’t want to tax Matty’s limits any more than we already had. He would’ve felt obligated to getting me and Neevie off, but we still have a way to go ahead of us. We’re only halfway through the school year.”
“Feels like it’s been a lot longer than that,” Belle said with a shrug. She took a deep breath and looked thoughtful. “Feels like so much has happened over the past few months.”
“A lot HAS happened,” I pointed out. “A LOT has changed.”
“And yet a lot has stayed the same,” Naimh pointed out. “The three of us are still Matty’s girlfriends, with Sam as Head Girlfriend.”
“Well actually, that’s one thing that’s changed,” Sam countered. “Belle wasn’t an official girlfriend at the beginning of the year.”
“But wasn’t she…?” Naimh muttered dubiously.
Sam laughed. “Exactly. At least now it’s official. Good lord, all that flip-flopping between ‘official girlfriend’ and not was such a headache.”
“Actually…” Belle began slowly, and when she didn’t immediately continue, all three of us turned to look at her.
Naimh frowned. Sam turned off the gas range. And I arched an eyebrow.
Belle took a deep breath, planted her hands against the bullnose edge of the kitchen counter behind her, and then hopped up into a seated position atop its surface. She pursed her lips, looking thoughtful, and then exhaled slowly while trailing her gaze across all three of us.
“Actually,” she repeated, “I was just about to tell the three of you I don’t want to be an official girlfriend anymore.”
I blinked and exclaimed, “Wait, what?”
Naimh stood up straight and folded her arms across her chest. Sam set down the spatula and turned to fully face Belle.
I sighed. “Please tell me this isn’t you deciding again that you’d rather be my eternal ‘little sister’ instead of an official girlfriend as a cheat code to staying in my life forever.”
Belle nodded. “That’s exactly what I want.”
I groaned and glanced at the other two girls. “Tell me I’m not the only one feeling déjà vu.”
Sam frowned. “We’ve been over this. You love Matty as a girlfriend. You love him romantically. Your heart is in your eyes, B. There’s no denying with words what’s patently obvious to the rest of us. Cherry-picking titles is just a matter of semantics. The only thing that matters is your true love for him.”
“I agree,” Belle stated firmly. “My true love for him hasn’t changed.”
“Then…?” Sam let her question hang in the air for a moment while gesturing back and forth between me and Belle. “What difference does it make whether or not you’re ‘official’?” She went ahead and mimed the air quotes.
Belle stared seriously at Sam while stating, “Zofi.”
Sam blinked. “Beg pardon?”
“Zofi,” Belle repeated with a shrug.
Sam glanced at me and then Naimh as if we could better explain what was going on. I had no clue, but Naimh inhaled sharply and gave Belle a sharp look.
“You want what Zofi has with him,” the Irish redhead stated slowly, her eyebrows furrowed while she continued processing her developing thoughts.
Belle brightened. “Exactly!”
Now it was Sam’s turn to exclaim, “Wait, what?”
“Zofi’s found a way to forever be a part of Matty’s life,” Naimh explained.
Sam frowned. “You mean her plan to someday have Matty’s baby? That’s a LONG way off, and there’s no guarantee they’ll both still want that in the years to come. For one thing, Zofi’s wife will probably have some say in it.”
Naimh shook her head, took a deep breath, and fixed Belle with a curious stare. “Not the baby part. The lesbian part.”
Belle held her hands up. “I’m not a lesbian. Tried that already, but I’m as hetero-romantic as both of you.”
“Yeah-yeah…” Naimh grimaced and raised both index fingers, bobbing them while closing her eyes as she tried to latch onto the whirling thoughts in her mind. “I know you’re not lesbian. But you’ve seen the way Matty looks at Zofi. The way he’s so at ease with her. We’ve ALL seen it. And THAT’S what you want with him.”
Sam frowned. “I still don’t follow.”
“I think I do,” I stated with furrowed eyebrows of my own, and then I started shaking my head as I stared at Belle. “But our relationship isn’t like Zofi’s relationship at all. It’s not something that can just be… copied.”
“I know we can’t copy it, but it’s still a blueprint for a better relationship… for both of us,” Belle stated.
“A blueprint in what way?” Sam queried, still not tracking.
Belle took a deep breath and then spread out her hands while looking at me. “You and Zofi will always love each other. You will forever be a part of each other’s lives – but never married. She’s gay, so marriage is out of the question.”
“Obviously…” Sam drawled, although Belle kept her eyes on me.
“You don’t worry about what her place will be in your future life. So there’s no angst. No drama. You both know you’ll find your True Loves™ with someone else.” Belle even mimed air quotes while saying aloud the initials T.M. “So there’s no fear. No anxiety. And it means your love for each other gets to be pure.”
“Wait…” I arched an eyebrow. “Are you trying to claim that YOU don’t ever want to marry me?”
Belle shrugged and nodded. “I don’t.”
I gave her a skeptical look. “I’m not buying it.”
“Me neither,” Sam added. “Between last night’s royal rectal reaming and the moaning you were doing this morning, there’s plenty of evidence to indicate nothing’s actually changed in regard to your romantic feelings for Matty.”
“Tsk, tsk,” Belle clucked with her tongue. “One would think the lawyer of the club would recognize the difference between romantic feelings and passionate lust.”
“I know enough to recognize the sounds you were making were that of a girl with both lust AND love for him.” Sam folded her arms. “Because that’s exactly what -I- feel for him.”
Belle took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. “I do feel both lust and love for him. I told you before: my true love hasn’t changed.”
“Then…?” Once again, Sam let her question hang in the air for a moment while gesturing back and forth between me and Belle. “It’s still just semantics. ‘Little sister’? ‘Official girlfriend’? There’s no real difference.”
“The difference is in our expectations for the future,” Belle insisted. “And I’ve come to realize that my place in Matty’s future is as his ‘little sister’ and NOT as one of his romantic primaries.”
I shook my head and took a step forward. “This is just the same cheat code to staying in my life forever you tried to convince yourself of before. It didn’t stick then. It’s not gonna stick now. Even if you decide right now that you want nothing more than to be my ‘little sister’, I’m not convinced it’s gonna last more than a few weeks.”
“Me neither,” Sam agreed.
“There’s one big difference,” Belle stated with pursed lips and tight eyes.
“Please tell,” I asked.
Belle winced. “You’re not gonna like it.”
“Not gonna like what?”
“That your Baby Belle’s gonna eventually find herself another boyfriend,” Naimh stated quietly.
I blinked and turned to look at the redhead. We all did.
Naimh gave me an apologetic look and gestured back at Belle. “Belle said that Zofi’s the blueprint, right? That you and Zofi both know that your True Loves - T.M. with air quotes and all – are with other people. The only way this works is if you and Belle both acknowledge the same for the two of you.”
“Well in Matty’s case, I already know he has two True Loves – T.M.” Belle gestured forward at the other girls. “Maybe even three, counting Mari.”
“He’s already GOT three,” Sam insisted, pointing at Belle. “He was very plain about saying ‘You’re mine’ on Saturday, and then he went and made Mari four.”
Belle shook her head. “I’m not his True Love. I’m his ‘little sister’. Forever.”
“Annnd we’re back to semantics again,” Sam sighed.
Belle shook her head again and stared at me. “I’m not one of your romantic primaries. I don’t NEED to be your romantic primary. I see the way you are with Neevie, the tender affection matched to the white-hot chemistry and passion. That’s not the way you are with me. It’s never been the way you are with me.”
“Just because my love for you is different doesn’t mean it’s any less equal,” I insisted. “The way I love Sam and Mari are different from the way I love you and Neevie.”
“That’s exactly my point,” Belle agreed with a smile. “My love for you hasn’t changed. I’ll ALWAYS love you. And you’ll always love ME. And you’ll always love ZOFI.”
“I’m not denying that. I’ll always love Alice, too.”
“Alice just further proves the Zofi blueprint,” Belle stated with a nod. “Forever friends. Always bound together by your shared history. But you’ve both come to accept that you’re not each other’s Happily Ever After.”
I made a face and walked over in front of Belle on the counter. “And now you’re trying to tell me that we’re not each other’s Happily Ever After?”
“I know, I know. This is the part you really don’t like. But I already know you’ll come to accept it.” Belle took a deep breath and exhaled slowly again. “Look, it’s not like I’ve got some other guy lined up and waiting in the wings. I don’t know with any certainty whether or not I’ll ever find a man who can make me feel the way you do. But I HAVE to open myself up to that possibility. If me finding love and family with someone else is what’s truly best for me in the long run, I know you’ll let me go. Same as with Zofi. Same as with Alice. You’ll just be happy for me to bring my kids over to play with yours and we can call them ‘cousins’.”
I narrowed my eyes and scowled.
“You already told Mari you’d accept this outcome if it was what I really wanted,” Belle stated seriously. “Or was that a bluff?”
I shook my head and waved her off. “No, no. It wasn’t a bluff.” But at the same time, I couldn’t help but think of Belle – or little Gizmo – at that dilapidated New Jersey daycare center.
Sam and Naimh exchanged a glance, with Naimh then giving me a look of concern.
But Belle was already continuing, “I know you love me. I know you’ll always love me. I know I’ll forever be your little Annabelle. But while I know you want us to always be together, you really don’t see me as a future wife. And I don’t think I want to try changing your mind.”
I groaned. “Getting married is just so far off into the future that I can’t even comprehend--”
“I know, I know. You haven’t wanted to sit down and really think about marriage because your own parents’ marriage fell apart and you’re terrified of making any kind of commitment that might fall apart. We’ve covered this already.” Belle sighed and extended her arms out to me.
I stepped up to the edge of the counter, allowing her to wrap all four limbs around me. I hugged her back and hooked my chin over her shoulder.
“Look, I’d be lying if I said the idea of you and me never getting married doesn’t hurt,” she whispered softly into my ear. “That part sucks. Don’t get me wrong. I still close my eyes at night and dream about you being my husband and holding me in your arms for the rest of our lives. But I’m starting to come around to the idea that it’s just not meant to be. I know what’s most important to me, and that’s you and me as family. Forever family.”
Hearing my own words to Belle reflected back at me, I took a deep breath and nodded slowly.
“You’re one-out-of-one, Matty,” Belle stated seriously, pressing her cheek to mine. “First place in my heart. Always will be. Because family is forever. No matter where life takes me, no matter what romantic misadventures I get into, I know with absolute certainty that I will always have my dad. And I will always have you: my big brother. Forever.”
I nodded slowly while repeating softly, “Forever.”
“Forever,” Belle repeated again.
“Ehhh…” Sam drawled. “I give it a month.”
Belle snorted and turned her face. “We talking about how long you’ll last until you start neglecting Matty again?”
“Ooh, burn!” Naimh exclaimed.
The three of us all laughed.
And then the doorbell rang exactly twice.
Eva sauntered in a moment later, greeting casually, “Howzit, hoalauna?” and flashing a shaka sign. A moment later, she frowned and asked, “Nobody’s having sex. Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, yeah. We’re fine,” Belle muttered, standing up straight and wiping her moist eyes. “Just being emotional.”
Eva nodded sagely. “That time of the month?”
“What? Eww, no.” Belle made a face. “Why would you ask me that?”
Sam laughed. “Take it as a compliment that she’s comfortable enough around you to ask.”
Belle waggled her head. “I suppose.”
The five of us then finally sat down to eat. And after the meal, our little party of five got our shoes on, grabbed our bags, and headed out the door.
Belle was in the lead, Sam and Eva were next, and I was holding Naimh’s hand and about to say something when Belle suddenly squealed.
“Puppy! Puppy! Puppy!” she exclaimed giddily.
We all turned to look, although I couldn’t actually see any dogs right away. Belle squatted just a few feet away on the walkway leading to the house, her head bent forward as she fussed over something in front of her but just out of my line of sight.
A moment later though, my little pixie stood up and turned around to face us…
… and a bolt of lightning shot down my spine.
The small, fluffy dog in Belle’s arms was a Golden Dox: the beautiful coat and muzzle of a Golden Retriever set on the short legs and a funny elongated frame of a wiener dog. I’d made a point of looking up the breed on the internet after my “dream”. My mouth gaped open, and I forgot to breathe when the puppy tilted its head back to steal a doggy kiss, much to Belle’s squealing delight.
“Ohhh, you’re adorable! Can we keep him? Her? Hang on a sec.” Belle hoisted the doggie in the air for a second, confirming that yes, the puppy had a penis. She then lowered her arms, hugging the doggie to her chest while turning to the rest of us and asking, “Can we keep him?”
Naimh sighed and said, “Would love to, but he’s got a collar.”
“Oh, right.” Belle deflated somewhat, but the puppy kept licking her cheek while she took the gold-plated doggie tag dangling from his collar and flipped it over to read the inscription on the other side. “Hmm… Does anyone know a Monique St. Claire?”
The rest of us all looked at each other with blank expressions and then shook our heads.
Belle shrugged. “There’s an address. Guess we’ll have to look her up.”
****
I walked out of my morning class expecting to find a heavenly hapa beauty waiting for me right outside, and sure enough the blue-eyed babe with jet black hair leaned against a pillar in the lobby, her arms folded across her chest with a general air of disdainful aloofness above the crowd. But as soon as she spotted me, a sunny smile spread across her face as if nothing in the world could’ve possibly made her any happier. And she pushed off the pillar to come greet me with extended arms and then a surprisingly soft kiss.
“Hey you,” Eva greeted pleasantly when she pulled back.
“Hey yourself,” I replied in the same tone, feeling a butterfly flapping around my stomach when she slipped her hand into mine. I started leading her towards the front doors to head for home, but Eva resisted my pull. I stopped and glanced back at her. “Something wrong?”
An enigmatically wicked grin dominated Eva’s face. “This way.” And then she tugged me back towards the stairs I’d just descended mere seconds before.
I soon found the two of us swimming upstream against the endless flow of other students like a pair of salmon heading for their spawning grounds. We even ascended two floors of stairs as if we were jumping up cascading waterfalls.
There were very few people occupying the third-floor hallway, although it wasn’t completely empty when Eva pulled a key out of her pocket and fitted it to the third classroom on the left. My eyes got big as I asked, “How did you get that?”
Eva shrugged. “Neevie got it for me.”
I blinked in surprise, although I wasn’t that surprised. “Oh.”
Eva grinned, pulled open the unlocked door, and then tugged me through before quickly closing the door. Just inside, she bunched up the front of my shirt in her fists while shoving me back against the wall. The horny Hawaiian girl crammed her tongue down my throat with an intense passion that stood in stark contrast to the softness of her kiss downstairs. Her right hand slipped down the front of my pants, her cool fingers immediately wrapping around my rapidly rising rod. And only a few seconds after that, she dropped into a squat to unzip me, extract my erection, and then stuff half of its length into her mouth.
“Holy fuck, Eva,” I grunted. “We’re in a classroom!”
She popped off and eyed me curiously. “Top marks. Did you figure that out all by yourself?”
“I just didn’t figure you the type for public sex.”
Eva blinked at me but continued to stroke my shaft. “You didn’t realize the rock-band girl who gets a rush performing on-stage… not to mention performing in front of all your girlfriends… is an exhibitionist?”
I thought about that and then waggled my head. “I stand corrected. Suck away.”
Eva chuckled before swallowing my shaft again. She bobbed her head back and forth several times, but only long enough to ensure I was hard. And then she stood up and turned around, bending herself at the waist over the nearest desk-chair while waggling her sculpted booty to me, encased in skintight jeans.
She wore a thick jacket to keep her Hawaiian-climate body warm, but I raised up the hem of it along with her shirt and sweater while she fiddled with her jeans. But when I noticed the thin yellow string running across her waist, I paused in surprise.
Eva giggled. “You never did collect my thong over Thanksgiving weekend.”
My eyes got BIG. If I recalled the rules correctly, I was only supposed to collect the thong prizes for anal creampies. And I exclaimed in surprise, “In a classroom?!?”
“Stop dawdling and stick it in me,” Eva ordered, dragging her jeans down to her ankles while leaving the thong in place so that I’d have to tug the strap aside to get access to her holes. “In my pussy first, though. After you make me cum, you can shove it in my ass and earn the prize.”
“Oh… wow…” I’d pulled the strap aside and discovered her anus was already glistening with lube. She’d definitely prepared.
“Hurry UP, Matty! I’m so fucking soaked. Don’t make me wait any—UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
“Oh, fuck,” I grunted as I pushed the final few inches of my dick into Eva’s super-saturated snatch. She really WAS ‘fucking soaked’, and she moaned in rapturous ecstasy while reaching forward to grip the vertical support poles of the desk-chair she was presently bent over.
“Yesss…” she hissed as I started to slowly pump her. “Fuck me, Matty… Fuck me!”
“Not quite so loud. People might still hear you in the hallway,” I cautioned.
“I know! I love it! Fuck me, Matty! FUCK ME!”
“Eva, seriously?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she howled even louder than before.
Look at the bright side. At least she can’t scratch up your back in this position.
Rolling my eyes, I figured the best way to get through this undiscovered would be to get her off quick and dirty, the sooner the better. With that in mind, I accelerated my pace, pumping my prick through her pleasurable pussy as fast as her slippery friction would allow.
“Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!” I grunted from the effort, hiking up her sweater and her bra to her neck so I could grab onto her big tits for handholds (and just for fun).
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Eva cried, gripping the desk-chair tightly and really banging herself back at me.
“Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”
“YES! YES! YES! YES!”
“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! U--”
[knock-knock-knock]
I abruptly stopped thrusting and stood up straight in shock. A tall, curvaceous young coed with sky-blue eyes and sunny-blonde hair - the blonde from my dream photo - relaxed with her left shoulder against the open door, looking as if she’d been there long enough to make herself comfortable. Shit, had we forgotten to re-lock it?
Eva pushed herself up and off the desk-chair, forcing me to take a step back. My pussy-juice-soaked junk hung in the open air for a few seconds before I managed to (sort of) cover myself with my hands. Supposed-exhibitionist Eva yanked her sweater down in a panic and straightened her arms, trying to use the hem of her sweater to cover her loins.
The knuckles of the girl’s right hand remained against the wood for a few seconds. Then, she pushed herself off the door to stand up and re-crossed both arms beneath an incredible pair of big tits put on full display by a scoop-necked sweater.
The beautiful, busty blonde bombshell stared at my crotch, perhaps recalling the unobstructed view of my massive meat waving in the air for a moment. But then her gaze traveled up to my face. And she gave me and Eva a pearly white smile, waggling her eyebrows in clear interest above a pair of mirth-filled sky-blue eyes.
“Is this a private party, or is there room for one more?”
****
SOMEDAY: The Big Tits Club 3.0
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Thank you for joining me on this ride peeking into lives of Matty and The Big Tits Club starting college. There will be another BTC book someday, but for now I'm working on a story titled "Making Love" about a guy who gets a fancy 3D printer and decides to build his own custom sexbot. This being a -b.d.- story, he's not going to stop at just one. The first chapter will be posted on July 20th. After that, I still plan to get back to the Brooke and DJ story for OSL.
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