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The Big Tits Club: Chapter 52
🕑 Added 2021-07-09 15:00:09 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 52: One For All --
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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 beneath her nightie. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into her panty-covered ass. And breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her platinum-blonde hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.
I knew exactly when Sam had come to join me in my bed. We’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms last night, after all. Actually, we’d been falling asleep in each other’s arms quite a lot, lately. You’d think that coming to an agreement NOT to be a romantic boyfriend/girlfriend couple would’ve led to Sam sleeping in her own bed more often, but instead the reassurance that I would let her set her own parameters for our relationship without pushing for anything more allowed her to give in to her own desire to cuddle with me at night.
She didn’t sleep with me EVERY night. A week ago Saturday, Sam let Belle have me all to herself. Last Tuesday, she stayed up late cramming for an AP exam and I went to bed alone (although I still woke up in the morning spooned around her). And then on the Friday night before Prom, the BTC skipped our usual orgy and not even Belle spent the night so as to avoid overexerting me before the big event.
But yeah, my Head Girlfriend and I spent most nights together, even when we didn’t have sex. For example, I’d been so thoroughly wiped out after Prom Night that I didn’t even want to think about getting an erection. Seriously, I didn’t know my penis could even FEEL sore, and the skin was super-sensitive as if it had gotten a sunburn. For two days I didn’t even want to hold my pecker to pee.
I wasn’t the only one, either. Alice complained at school on Monday that her hoo-ha felt chafed inside, and the others weren’t much better off. Belle was walking funny. Sam was sore. And Zofi flat out told me not to expect sex with her for two weeks. Mari and Naimh, on the other hand, were fresh as daisies, much to the other girls’ envy.
Maybe we should’ve quit after that six-girl asshole lineup. I mean, we all needed to take showers after that, but we didn’t really NEED for all seven girls to each get a turn having shower sex afterwards, did we?
And Sam, Naimh, and Holly certainly didn’t NEED to each get DP’d by me and Matty Junior afterward, did we?
And after we had another round of showers, did Mari really NEED to go for one more ride just because? Really?
At least I’d been so completely exhausted that I slept like a dead man despite being crowded on the king-size bed with four girls. I wasn’t the only one completely wiped out either, because none of the girls complained about being unable to sleep either, including Alice who supposedly was incapable of sharing a mattress.
Anyway, that last round with Mari Saturday night (Sunday morning?) was the last time I’d had sex with any of the girls. It was now Wednesday morning, and as I reflexively ground my morning wood into Sam’s panty-covered ass, I realized this was the first time in a long time I’d woken up with an erection.
I wasn’t the only one to notice. Sam stirred a little as she woke, raising her right hand to cover the top of my right hand through the fabric of her nightie, directing me to squeeze her breast a little harder. She sighed and rubbed her ass back at me, increasing the pressure of her buns as they enfolded around my prick. And a moment later, she turned her head slightly to whisper in a quietly sleepy voice, “Hey, you’re hard!”
I groaned and hot-dogged her buns a little more. “Apparently.”
Twisting in my grasp, Sam spun around until she lay on her side face-to-face with me. She caressed my cheek and gave me a sweet kiss. At the same time, her left hand slid between us, ducked beneath the waistband of my boxer shorts, and then wrapped her cool fingers around my pulsing shaft. At first, she merely held my prick, squeezing occasionally while she focused on our kiss. But eventually she started pumping, the increased sensations causing me to moan into her mouth. And as the pleasure built, she finally rolled me onto my back, separated her lips from mine, and then flashed me a coy smirk before sliding herself backwards beneath the covers.
I moaned the moment Sam’s mouth surrounded my cock. I had braced myself for that sunburnt/chafed sensation, but there was none. Apparently a little more than three days’ rest had completely healed me, and I let my arms fall back to either side of my head, elbows bent, as I soaked in the sensations of my Head Girlfriend’s talented lips and tongue teasing my recovered cock.
She didn’t try to get me off. Sam hadn’t gotten laid in more than three days either, and after a few minutes she crawled back up my body to start making out with me again while wriggling out of her panties. Once that obstruction was out of the way, she straddled my hips and reached around behind her own right thigh to maneuver my prick while remaining crushed chest-to-chest with me. She broke the liplock long enough to focus on entry. But once she got my knob pushed through her heavenly gates, my lover held my head in her hands and stabbed her tongue back into my mouth while slowly retracting herself along my chest, taking in inch after inch after inch.
“I love you, Matty,” she said softly once we were fully joined, brown eyes warm and welcoming.
“I love you too,” I replied just as warmly.
And then we went back to making out.
****
Alice was waiting for me, Sam, and Belle at the parking lot and came over as soon as we stepped onto the curb. She gave me a hug and a quick kiss and then fist bumped both Sam and Belle. “You’re looking pretty chipper this morning,” she drawled to Sam, who did have a particular glow about her.
Sam grinned and explained, “Matty’s dick is in working order again.”
Alice’s eyes got big and then she grabbed my hand and exclaimed, “I call dibs on the minivan at lunch!” But when Belle laughed, Alice made a face. “Aww, did you already call dibs?”
Belle waved her off. “Nah, I can wait until tonight. You go ahead.”
“Goody-goody.”
The four of us headed onto campus and Belle and Alice eventually split off to head to their own classes. Sam and I walked hand-in-hand to our shared first period, just like a dozen other couples around us. I did notice there had been more people coupled-up around the school ever since Prom. Apparently some of the prom dates had continued into early relationships.
We walked into class still hand-in-hand, and rather than go to her own desk, Sam followed me to mine. I wound up seated on the desktop while the ridiculously beautiful platinum-blonde stood between my legs with her arms around my shoulders as we made out without a care for whoever might be around us, and we weren’t the only ones. When the teacher arrived, he had to call out, “Alright all you lovebirds, knock it off. Let’s get started.”
We had another makeout session in a familiar alcove on the way to second period as well.
But after second period, my Head Girlfriend willingly took a backseat the other girls of the BTC. Holly got to climb into my lap during recess and make out with me. Did I not mention Holly had basically rejoined the BTC ever since Prom? Obviously, this was only the third day since Prom, and for all we knew she’d get bored and take off again before the school year ended. But for now she was my seventh girlfriend, fully recovered from Prom night chafing, and eager to resume our strictly-physical relationship.
Alice did drag me out to the minivan during lunch. Mid-fuck, I wondered if I should take it into the shop to get the shocks checked out. The whole van seemed to be rocking and rolling pretty well, and I wasn’t the only one to notice. When Alice and I emerged, there were a couple of boys just across the aisle gawking at us. I worried for a moment that Alice might feel self-conscious, but she merely blew them a kiss and wrapped herself around my left elbow. And arm-in-arm, we walked back to campus.
Wednesdays had long been Zofi and Sam Wednesdays, but Holly and Naimh both showed up as well. Sam said she’d gotten satisfied that morning, so the other three dragged me upstairs to my bedroom. As it turned out, Zofi was serious about not letting me into her pussy again for two weeks, so the afternoon turned into more of a two-on-two instead of a three-on-me. Still, Zofi was quite happy to suck my schlong to help revive me after I’d busted my nut deep within Naimh’s red-furred cunt. And of course both Holly and Naimh were more than happy to accept my dick into all three of their ready-and-waiting holes.
In the evening, just before bedtime, Belle came over in her pajamas, eager to cuddle. Sam was in her room reading, and Belle went to go check if she wanted to join us in bed.
Leaning back in her desk chair, Sam shook her head and replied, “You go ahead and keep him to yourself tonight. I’m good.”
Belle looked surprised. “You sure?”
Sam grinned and gestured to me, where I was leaning against the door jamb. “One for all.”
Belle didn’t get it. “Huh?”
“C’mon, girlie,” Sam chided lightly. “You should have the BTC motto down cold: All for one, and one for all. In this case, Matty is The One, and he belongs to ALL of us, not just me.”
Belle snorted and grinned back. Not one to ask twice, she grabbed my hand and dragged me back into my bedroom, saying, “I wanna do more deep-throating practice.”
It was good to be me.
****
An interesting thing happened for the rest of the week. I would’ve used the phrase “pay it forward” if it weren’t for the fact that the girls kept saying “one for all” to each other.
Thursdays had long been Belle and Mari Thursdays. But when Mari came over after school, Belle said, “One for all,” and sent her bestie out of the house with instructions to spend all afternoon one-on-one with me. My angel and I made love in my bed, had a private soak in the hot tub, and I ended up banging her from behind bent over the edge of the deck not long after that.
Friday was more of the same. Naimh was all hot and bothered when we met up at the start of lunchtime, and I figured I was in for another parking lot quickie. So when Holly sidled up to us, bumped her hip into mine, and started waggling her eyebrows while not-so-subtly suggesting we go have a minivan nooner, I deflected Holly and gently told her than Naimh had already called dibs. But then Naimh surprised me by saying, “One for all,” and then she gently pushed me into Holly’s arms. I was surprised but not resistant, allowing Holly to drag me out through the campus gate.
Friday afternoon got even weirder. The girls didn’t toss around the phrase every single time, but all seven girls definitely went out of their way to defer their turns and insist that I fuck someone ELSE instead of them. At least Zofi’s pussy wasn’t sore anymore and she didn’t actually make me wait two weeks to get back inside.
After that, Sam and Belle got together and talked Alice (Alice!) into calling her mom and telling her she was spending the night with me. Alice hadn’t even spent the night with me when it was her turn to be Girlfriend of the Week, saying she’d leave the cuddling to Belle. But Alice did spend the night, and while she still didn’t really want to cuddle with me, she did wake up horny around 3am and found it very convenient to have me in bed next to her.
In the morning, Alice continued to pay it forward (I mean, “one for all”) by calling up Mari and telling the lovely Latina to come take her Saturday morning video game slot. Mari then called up Holly and talked her into going out with me on a sweet date. And then Holly called up Zofi and talked Zofi into spending the night with me, which finally completed my set of having all six original BTC girls stay overnight in my bedroom.
At least Sam and Belle went for their Sunday morning run followed by brunch and then a hot Sunday afternoon threesome so I could feel some sense of normalcy. And it was in the afterglow of Round 1 of that threesome when I found myself reclining back in bed with two sweaty, beautiful, naked teenage girls pillowing their heads on my chest.
“Isn’t this the best?” Belle chirped enthusiastically, very much well satisfied after Sam had baby birded my load of cum into her mouth. “AP Exams are over. Our teachers don’t give a crap about homework anymore. We’re just skating on until the end of the year with nothing better to do that screw each other silly. And once school’s out, we’ll have all summer to play!”
“Enjoy it while it lasts,” Sam cautioned. “Once we get to Berkeley it won’t be all fun and games.”
“Well we may have to start taking classes again, but let’s still save room for fun, huh?” Belle sat up a bit and giggled.
“Of course,” Sam conceded while patting my belly. “As long as we’ve got him, I’ll make time for ‘fun’. Still, it won’t quite be the same without the others around.”
“Yeah…” Belle’s mood dropped, as did her head as she lay it back down on my chest. “Mari… Alice…”
“Zofi… Neevie…” Sam sighed. “Even Holly…”
I squeezed both girls’ shoulders reassuringly. “Don’t dwell. Worry about that stuff in August, like we talked about. That’s three months away. We’ve got lots of time to enjoy each other still.”
“But I WILL miss the BTC,” Sam murmured. “Best damn thing that ever happened to me.”
“Me, too,” Belle agreed.
“Me, the most,” I chuckled, sliding my hands further down the girls’ naked bodies to pat their naked tushies.
Belle turned her head to look up at me. “I still think we should build a new BTC, like… BTC 2.0… full of nymphomaniac three-hole sluts with big boobies that’ll pledge their allegiance to your Altar of Towering Manhood, remember? Can you imagine all the fresh pussy? Maybe even get a lease on a bigger house than we need expecting new harem additions.”
“Don’t count on it,” Sam muttered.
Belle and I both frowned and looked at her. “Whatever happened to ‘one for all’?” Belle grumbled. “Thought you said you wouldn’t be jealous.”
Sam’s eyebrows popped. “Oh, I didn’t mean that in the sense of being jealous. I just meant it took a really unique set of circumstances to build BTC 1.0. Don’t get me wrong, if we meet a busty three-hole slut with a thing for letting you slurp out Matty’s creampies, by all means we can go for it. But finding hot sluts for you to bang together is one thing; finding like-minded souls who could ever measure up to Zofi, Mari, Neevie, or Alice is something else entirely.”
Belle sighed. “True enough.”
“I do hope we can meet special girls that can become the kind of lifelong friends we’d want them to be,” Sam continued. “I’m serious about keeping my focus on school, and if you two are serious about not complicating your relationship with romance, then there’ll be room for creating a BTC 2.0. I’m just of the opinion you shouldn’t count your chickens before they hatch. And for now, I think it’ll be hard enough finding a nice 3-bedroom place to rent close to campus, let alone anything bigger.”
Belle shrugged. “You never know. We could also just get a studio apartment with a king-size bed. Clearly, the three of us fit.”
I pointed out, “Sam will certainly need her own space and her own room.”
“Fine, a two-bedroom,” Belle conceded.
I narrowed my eyes. “And YOU will need your own room separate from me too, remember?”
“But what if I want to spend every night in your arms?” she whined.
“Whatever happened to ‘one for all’?” I replied with a smirk. “What if I need to entertain one of those busty three-hole sluts?”
“Then I’ll slurp out your creampie and she can sleep on the other side of you!” my petite firecracker insisted. “But I am NOT separating from you any more than I have to.”
“Belle,” Sam warned. “You’re doing it again.”
The little imp groaned and settled down.
“Well, what if YOU need to entertain?” I asked with an arched eyebrow.
Belle picked her head back up and lanced me with a stare. “Let me spend every night in your bed and you’ll never have to worry about me doing that for the rest of my life.”
I simply raised my eyebrows.
“Fine, fine…” she grumped and set her head back down. She looked over at Sam. “Are we SURE we don’t want to just tell the world he’s our boyfriend and lock him down otherwise?”
Sam blinked. “YOU were the one who wanted to build a BTC 2.0 to get all that fresh pussy.”
“I know, I know. I’m just torn.”
“Of course you are.”
“Fresh pussy would be nice though, wouldn’t it? Don’t get me wrong: I LOVE the BTC. But we HAVE been playing with the same set of girls for a very long time now.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “I’m more of a quality over quantity girl.”
“Says the competitive one racking up as many new and unique ‘firsts’ she can find.”
Sam blushed. “That’s different.”
“Oh, like have you looked at any of the sororities yet? You’ve certainly got the looks for a sorority girl.”
Sam made a face. “I’m not really interested in social clubs.”
“Sororities aren’t ‘social clubs’.”
Sam looked skeptical. “But aren’t they?”
“Whatever. I was reading about some of them, like the Delta Delta Deltas. They seem like the kinds of girls we’d get along with.”
“You’re welcome to check them out when we get up there. But their first loyalty would be to the sorority, not your BTC 2.0.”
“Well, maybe you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right.”
“But it would still be fun to bring over a few hot sorority sluts to our new apartment and watch Matty fuck the shit outta them.”
Sam giggled. “Well, maybe. You’re such a voyeur.”
“Don’t pretend that you don’t enjoy watching, too.”
“Not pretending. I admit it.”
“So it’s settled then,” Belle pronounced. “Once we land in Berkeley we go hunting for big-titted tight-assed sluts.”
Sam laughed. “Fine.”
I squeezed both girls’ asses and bent to kiss first Sam and then Belle on each of their foreheads. “I’m not gonna object if the two of you really want to go find fresh pussy when we get to Berkeley. But for right now, I’m serious about belonging to the BTC 1.0, and especially the two of you. I’ve got the only big-titted tight-assed sluts I need right here.”
Belle snorted. Sam smirked and looked up at me, muttering, “Good answer.”
I kissed her tenderly at first, but she increased the passion and crawled up a little higher onto me. Meanwhile, Belle started playing with my limp penis, and within seconds it wasn’t so limp anymore.
Sam pulled away to look at me from just inches away. “I love you, Matty.”
“I love you too.”
She smiled. “Does Master want to blow a big load all over Tight-Ass Slut’s big titties and then watch Matty’s Little Cumslut lick it all up?”
What do you think I said?
****
“One for all” apparently continued into the following week. Alice and Mari showed up together after school for what should’ve been “Neevie Monday”, and Alice finally got her threesome creampie with Mari to check that one off her list. Naimh showed up after school for what should’ve been “Alice Tuesday” and coaxed Sam into joining us. And then Holly and Belle showed up together for what should’ve been “Zofi and Sam Wednesday”.
I suppose if I’d been paying attention I could’ve done the math and known who to expect on Thursday afternoon, but with all of the “usual” daily assignments going out the window I had resigned myself to just rolling with whatever my seven girlfriends had organized. So when the doorbell rang, I checked the peephole with no idea who or what to expect.
Moments later, I opened the door and smiled broadly as Zofi greeted quietly, “Hello, darling.”
“Welcome, mój skarbie.”
Entering my home with all the grace of a runway model, the willowy brunette sashayed past me and headed inside without a backwards glance. I caught a whiff of her perfume as she passed, just a tease of her sweet scent that evaporated far too quickly and left me hungering for more.
I found myself standing alone at the open door, still ruminating on her scent, and belatedly realized Zofi was already ascending the stairs. For the past three days, the three pairs of girls had all arrived with sex quite clearly on their minds not wanting to waste time studying or doing homework, but they had all at least paused to have a conversation with me in the foyer or otherwise worked their seductive charms as a matter of foreplay before dragging me upstairs to my bedroom, down the hall into the family room, or in the case of Holly and Belle, all the way out into the hot tub. But Zofi was almost out of sight, and I had to hurry to close the door and catch up to her.
I entered my bedroom to find that Zofi had tossed her backpack aside without a second glance and stood in profile beside my bed, the light from the window silhouetting her slender form. She rather casually undressed herself, nothing particularly seductive about it. She remained completely silent as she stripped down to her bra and panties. And yet despite her artless manner of disrobing, I leaned against the doorjamb and admired her beautiful nude form from afar.
The first time Zofi glanced at me was only for a second. She immediately blushed, went back to looking down, and reached behind herself to unhook her bra. I’d been so distracted taking in her exquisite form backlit by the soft focus of white light that I’d failed to notice the tension on her face. But now that I saw it, I walked into the room and quickly took her hips into my hands, turning my lovely girlfriend to face me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Do you not want to be here right now?” My mind raced trying to contemplate the possibilities. Even though my other six girlfriends had visited me this week, the absolute last thing I wanted was for the seventh to be in my bedroom solely for the sake of completing the list.
Zofi’s face quickly turned into a warm smile as she reached up to hold my cheek. “Of course I want to be here, darling.”
I blinked, not understanding. She was still quite clearly nervous. “Then what is it?”
Taking a deep breath, her beauty unmarred despite the hints of a frown, the exquisite brunette looked down at the bed for just a moment before stating, “May I have a massage, please?”
I nodded immediately. “Of course.”
Giving me a small smile, Zofi let the cups of her bra fall away as the straps slid down her arms, baring her lovely breasts. She folded and then set the bra atop the neatly ordered clothes she’d already set atop my nightstand, and still clad in her panties she crawled forward onto my bed, gathered one of my pillows, and lay facedown with the pillow tucked into the hollow curve between her chin and her breasts.
And then I saw it. Well, I didn’t see it directly, but as my gaze trailed down Zofi’s lovely semi-naked form, I couldn’t miss the way the back of her panties were ever-so-slightly dented out. My throat went dry, and not daring to believe, I reached forward and took hold of the sides of her panties.
Zofi shivered at my touch and tensed up, recognizing that I’d figured it out. Still, she didn’t say a thing or move in any way as I slowly peeled the back of her panties down the curvature of her ass, blinking in shock at the familiar sight of a silver disc with a flat blue crystal at its center occupying the area where the brunette beauty’s anus should have been.
“You don’t have to do this for me,” I said quietly.
“I want to do this for you,” she murmured just as quietly.
“I appreciate that, but you still don’t have to.”
“I’m the only one who hasn’t yet.”
“That’s not a good reason to do so.”
Zofi sighed and turned her head to the side. “I want to. I’m scared and I’m nervous, but I want to, and we’re running out of time.”
“Three months until we leave for school is plenty of time, or even never if you’re not ready.”
“I AM ready.” Zofi rolled all the way over, pulled her knees up to her chest, and finished taking off her panties. Tossing them over the side of the bed in stark contrast to the way she’d meticulously folded all of her other clothing, she leaned back on both elbows and fixed me with a determined look. “Please don’t think you or anyone else is pressuring me into doing this. Please don’t think I’m doing this only because I’m the only one who hasn’t yet, although admittedly that is a factor. I’m doing this because I want to try it. I’m doing this because I’m curious what makes the other girls want it so much. You’ve let me set my own pace with everything, from not pressuring me into giving you a blowjob even though everyone else was doing it, to waiting so long to give you my virginity, and never even asking when I might finally let you into my ass. Thank you for that.”
I nodded slowly.
“I’m ready,” she repeated. “Nervous, but ready. And I’m not totally unprepared. You can obviously see that I’ve borrowed Belle’s butt plug, and Sam’s been… experimenting… back there for the past few days when she wasn’t with you.”
I popped my eyebrows at that.
“So you see…” Zofi gave me a brave smile before finishing, “we’re there now, darling.”
****
Zofi had asked for a massage first, so a massage she received. We both knew it would calm her nerves, so after stripping myself down to my boxers I circled around the bed to my desk chair and had her reposition with her arms back along her sides and her head just barely over the edge of the mattress so she could properly breathe.
I worked her neck and shoulders, feeling an odd sense of déjà vu. I’d given Zofi several other massages over the past few months. There had even been a couple of “Zofi Wednesdays” where we never had sex: I’d simply given her a massage and she usually gave me a blowjob at the end to return the favor. But I would never forget the massage that had preceded the lovely teenage girl giving me her precious virginity, and as I massaged her again as a prelude to Zofi giving me her last virginity, I found my mind continually drifting back to that special night.
After finishing her neck and shoulders, I circled around and climbed onto the bed. Rather than straddle her, I knelt beside Zofi’s prone body and did my level best to turn her into a puddle of relaxed goo. I massaged her back, her scalp, her spine, both arms, and even her fingers. I made her so relaxed that she actually fell asleep.
When I realized she’d dozed off, I silently slipped off the bed and went downstairs to get a drink of water and clear my head. My dick was HARD… like diamond hard. I was as hard as I’d been on Prom Night, but this time without any chemical enhancement. I tried not to think of Zofi in such crass terms as finally getting my seventh asshole and completing my personal BTC checklist, but the mere idea had taken hold of brain and wouldn’t let go.
I spent several minutes convincing myself that despite everything Zofi had said tonight, it still wasn’t going to happen. The last thing I wanted to develop was an expectation of getting into her ass, of feeling like I was entitled to it or something. I ordered myself to look into Zofi’s eyes before it happened and make DAMN sure she wasn’t nervous anymore. There was no way I’d be able to un-fuck her virgin asshole, and we really DID have three more months to figure this out if that was really what she wanted. Better for her to regret a missed opportunity than to regret an unwanted act.
With these thoughts in mind, I returned upstairs to find Zofi still sleeping. I knelt down on the floor beside my bed, folded my arms atop the mattress, and lay my cheek against my left upper arm. I drank in Zofi’s beauty, wanting to memorize the moment forever, reminded of the expression of peaceful contentment and serenity she’d showed that morning in her bedroom before she’d started mumbling about Jeff Garcia.
She didn’t mumble in her sleep this time. Instead, after a few minutes her big blue eyes opened, and then closed, and then opened again. Her eyelids made slow butterfly flaps three times before they stayed open for good, and she smiled softly before murmuring, “I fell asleep.”
“Yes you did.”
Zofi’s eyes twinkled mirthfully. “That may have been your best chance to push it in me.”
My eyes grew big in alarm. “You know I’d NEVER--”
Zofi’s musical laugh cut me off. “It’s one of Sam’s favorite feelings when she gets forcefully woken up to find you pushing into her. She said you’ve never done it anally yet. I was just imagining the look on her face if I told her you did it to me first.”
I chuckled. “We know Sam’s competitive about her ‘firsts’. I suppose I should make a mental note to do that to Sam soon before I get tempted to try it on one of the others.”
Zofi nodded slowly, any trace of nervousness gone. Rolling over to her left side, she beckoned for me to come join her. “Kiss me, Matty. I want you to make love to me.”
That, I could certainly handle. Rising from the floor, I shucked my shorts and prepared to climb onto the bed. But before I could, Zofi reached for my hip and crawled forward on all fours. Ducking her head, she took a long lick at the underside of my cock with her tongue and used it to guide my knob into position so she could slowly push her head forward with her pouty lips wrapped tightly around my girth. I stopped my movement and let her sensuously make love to my prick with her mouth. Her style was just so uniquely different from the others, as if my cock were simply a large clitoris. She didn’t bang her head back and forth, choosing instead to focus on sensual licks and highlighted by gentle sucking. My mushroom head received the greatest attention as Zofi let it glide into her mouth, welcoming the head with pulsing kisses, licking the sensitive underside, and rubbing it along the distinct texture of the inside of her cheek. She frequently let me go, letting me swing in the cool air with only her fingers gently massaging me before licking along the shaft before engulfing me between her lips. She had smooth transitions and was by far the most patient of the BTC with her oral attention, in no hurry to get me off.
One time, though, she did hold my ass in her palms while driving her face ever deeper to the point that she pushed me partway into her throat. Zofi had never attempted a deep throat, nor did she seriously attempt one now. She backed off almost as soon as she’d started, that brief probe the extent of her “hey, let’s see what that’s like” moment, and she resumed making love to my prick again for about a minute before pulling away completely and then rolling back onto her cute bottom.
Laying back against my pillows with her knees up and her legs spread, the gorgeous brunette beckoned to me with both hands. “Come to me, darling,” she cooed.
With practiced ease, I climbed onto the bed and settled between her thighs. I planted my hands to either side of her head as I loomed over her, and she reached up to wrap her slender fingers around my wrists. Gazing up at me with an expression of utter and complete adoration more than lust. I recognized the look on her face. It was the kind of look Sam gave me when she wanted a kiss but otherwise just cuddle on the couch, not a prelude to sex. Even now, Zofi’s expression was that of a lover who wanted intimacy, not sex. It was for MY sake that the self-proclaimed lesbian chose to let me into her body, not a desire for physical pleasure.
Because she loved me.
And I loved her.
Not romantically, of course, but the love was there.
And of course, just because Zofi wasn’t particularly “into cock” didn’t mean she couldn’t feel the pleasure from mine. She sighed and smiled as she felt my first penetration, my thickness stretching her channel by tightly pressing cockflesh against her inner walls, setting off little fireworks of sensation as I burrowed deeper and deeper into her warm, wet, welcoming tunnel. Her mouth gaped open wide as those fireworks hit her brain. And the fireworks continued exploding as I burrowed inch after inch after inch into her snug little pussy, tighter than ever because of the oblong shape blocking her colon and compressing those inner walls around my invading shaft.
When at last I was buried to the hilt, Zofi shivered in my arms. Her gaping, gasping mouth closed, and she smiled up at me invitingly. I seized that invitation and bent to kiss her, and we lay like that, intimately entwined for a long while without needing to thrust, simply enjoying each other with our mouths.
But we did not remain like that forever. After all, she had come here with a goal in mind, and while we weren’t quite there yet, we would be soon.
Wrapping all four limbs around me, Zofi hugged me close as I made short thrusts in and out of her sweet snatch. I knew how much she liked tribbing, so I made sure to press my pelvic bone down on her clit, and as she approached her peak, I disengaged her legs, twisted her to my right, and slotted my left leg between hers to put us in a true scissoring position while I gyrated around like a blender.
She went off like a firecracker, my normally quiet lover suddenly screeching and wailing as the orgasm overtook her. I humped her all through her climactic shudders, amplifying her experience, until finally she went still beneath me and I set my forehead down on the pillow beside her.
For a few minutes we simply lay there in the afterglow, me with my still-throbbing dick deep inside her, and Zofi riding the soothing waves of orgasmic tranquility with her head lolling gently side-to-side. But eventually she cradled my head and pulled it to the side of hers. “Thank you, darling,” she murmured softly.
“You’re welcome,” I replied just as softly.
She turned, kissed my cheek, and said, “It’s time.”
****
The first time I’d ever had anal sex had been with Naimh that night in Tahoe. She had me bang her pussy doggy-style for a while, and then when she was ready, had me switch holes. It had gone in surprisingly easily.
My first time with Sam the following night had been in a similar position but had gone much more painfully. Zofi had been there with us and had even stated a need for a polaroid picture to remind her NEVER to let me do it to her. And yet here we were.
Still, the traumatic memory of Sam’s anguish reminded me to take things slowly and be prepared to stop and call the whole thing off if necessary. I was dead certain I wouldn’t just effortlessly slide in the way it had been with Mari’s body built for sex. I sincerely hoped I wouldn’t have a repeat of Belle’s multi-week ordeal with successively bigger butt plugs and multiple attempts to make any headway. Unfortunately, Zofi’s tight little ass had a lot more in common with Belle’s than with Mari’s.
Naimh, Sam, Alice, and even Holly had all first taken me into their bowels bent over doggy-style. Mari’s had been an accident face-to-face with her legs thrown over my shoulders. Belle, likewise, I had first entered in a position where I could watch the changing expressions on her face in case I needed to stop, and my original intent was to do the same with Zofi. I should have known she already had a plan; Zofi had always done things at her own pace.
She had us spoon together on our left sides, her left leg straight but her right knee in the air. She’d apparently borrowed “Bob” from Holly, because she fished the vibrator out of her folded clothes and buzzed her clit while panting softly. The whole thing was quite clinically mechanical in sharp contrast to the intimacy of our lovemaking, and for that reason alone I felt like calling the whole thing off.
But when Zofi looked back she saw the hesitation in my eyes, and she stopped buzzing herself to reach back, hold my head, and give me a sweet kiss. “I love you, darling,” she murmured sincerely.
“I love you, mój skarbie.”
“I want this. Take me. Take ALL of me.” Reaching behind herself, she removed the butt plug from her own ass. It came out covered in copious amounts of lube; she was definitely prepared. And with a shy smile, she finished, “My last virginity was always going to be yours.”
My dick was diamond hard again at the mention of Zofi’s last virginity, and grasping her hips I nudged myself into position. She kept her head turned so I could see her face but closed her eyes as the pressure of my knob began knocking at her backdoor. She raised her right leg higher to spread herself open, the buzzing sound started up again, and her lips quivered at the mixture of sensations. I pushed forward, slowly metering the amount of force I used to gradually dilate open her pre-stretched butthole. Suddenly, it was enough, and my mushroom head popped through.
Zofi gasped and her eyes flew open WIDE at the initial penetration. She clamped her eyes back shut almost immediately as her mouth gaped open wide instead as she silently mouthed the word, ‘OWW!’ Instinctively, I wanted to stop and pull away, but she reached back with her right hand to grab my lower back and tugged me closer, making her intentions quite clear.
I leaned forward, wrapped my right arm around her midsection, and pulled. Zofi grunted as I swiftly burrowed in every remaining inch of my dick into her virgin colon. Her left arm twitched and the buzzing sound increased in volume. The shape of the sound also changed as she moved the vibrator around, and ever so briefly I felt its energy juddering against the base of my shaft before she redirected Bob’s business end back to her clit.
I stopped at full depth, and there I remained for a long while. Zofi breathed very slowly, in and out, taking very deep inhalations and even deeper exhalations. She actually seemed to spend a lot of time blowing out with her lips pursed together a bit, the way I imagined childbirth might be. And I suddenly had a vision of holding her hand in the delivery room of a hospital, helping her do Lamaze breathing.
Of course, I was in the wrong hole to lead to that kind of outcome, and the idea of associating the pain of childbirth with what we were doing wasn’t exactly arousing. But still, it was a happy thought.
Turning off Bob and setting the vibrator aside for the moment, Zofi twisted her chest down to the mattress and groaned quite gutturally. Neither of us moved otherwise as she adjusted herself to the unnatural invasion. She didn’t look to be in pain, but she certainly looked… uncomfortable. Part of me wanted to quit and consider this attempt good enough, and also accept that there didn’t necessarily need to ever be another attempt. If giving me her virgin asshole was what she really wanted, we had already succeeded. Then again, I was already pretty sure she wouldn’t consider it a true success unless she made me cum.
So I remained where I was while spooning myself around her naked body. I rubbed her thigh and her right side in what I hoped was a soothing manner. I didn’t go for her tits or rub her pussy or anything like that. I simply wanted to reassure her that I was still here.
Eventually, though, she seemed to get used to the truly weird sensation. Having never had so large an object shoved up my own ass, I could only imagine what she was going through. Did she regret her decision? Was she simply trying to get it over with? Or did she actually feel some kind of pleasure in the way the other girls all seemed to feel? Otherwise they obviously wouldn’t let me do it so often, right?
I was in no danger of softening. Had Zofi been in obvious pain or otherwise reacting negatively, I would have pulled out right away. But she merely closed her eyes and focused inward, and her right hand remained holding my lower back as an indicator to keep our two bodies pressed together. And presently she turned her head back to look at me.
“How are you feeling?” I asked with genuine concern.
“Like you’ve got your dick in my ass,” she muttered rather coarsely. “You feel so fucking HUGE.”
But after a few more deep breaths with closed eyelids in what looked very much like a yoga trance, she looked back at me again with an actual brightness in her sparkling blue eyes. “I’m fine, darling. Thank you for your concern. How does it feel for you?”
“Feels amazing, to be honest,” I replied with a grin. And indeed it did. Her anal passage was incredibly tight, not quite skin-peeling or anything but as tight as I could possibly imagine without becoming uncomfortable for me. Hell, in a way it felt tighter than being in Belle’s ass, although the entry had obviously been far less difficult.
“Everything you ever dreamed?”
“And more. Thank you.” I kissed her shoulder tenderly while she reached back to caress my cheek.
“Yours will be the only cock to ever enter my body, in any of my holes,” she stated quite seriously. “For the rest of my life, I promise.”
I wanted to say such a promise was unnecessary, but I chose to accept it in the spirit in which it was given and replied with a smile, “I’m honored.”
“For you, darling Matty,” she said with a serene smile, far more serene than I would’ve expected with my dick in her ass. “It’s all for you.”
“Thank you.”
Zofi sighed while turning her face forward again and resting her head on the pillow. I could feel her take a deep breath and could envision in my mind’s eye the yoga expression on her face. And after taking another few moments to find her inner peace, she murmured. “Fuck my ass, darling. Fuck my ass.”
Getting a good grip of her hips, I slowly withdrew, almost pulling all the way out but not quite. Then reversing course, I re-burrowed my shaft all the way in to the hilt. It almost felt like the first time.
And then I did it again.
And again.
And again.
Zofi kept up steady breathing, long inhalations and even longer exhalations. For me, the feelings were amazing. Her asshole was a hot inferno of intense sensation. For her? I was less certain.
I kissed her neck and fondled her tits. I reached around to rub her pussy but found her left hand was already diddling herself. A minute later, she retrieved Bob and put him back to work. But as much as I tried to focus on Zofi, true pleasure seemed to elude her. Her forehead remained furrowed and her jaw remained clenched, so after a minute I gave up on any thought about making her orgasm and instead focused on getting myself off to put her out of her misery, as it was. It would have to be good enough.
Thankfully, starting with a blowjob and then pounding Zofi’s pussy had me halfway to eruption. The excruciatingly tight pleasure of being inside Zofi’s inferno of an asshole truly was intense, and once I closed my eyes and concentrated on the tight ring of her sphincter clenched around my cock as it slid back and forth in rhythm with my thrusting, not to mention the way every other inch of her colon clamped around my penetrating prick, finding my release was easy.
“Zofi, Zofi, Zofi,” I groaned, still a little in disbelief that we were really doing this.
“Are you gonna cum, darling?” she asked, straining under the onslaught.
“Yes I’m gonna cum. Your ass is so fucking TIGHT. It’s making me… It’s making me…”
“Cum, darling, cum!” she whined. “Fill my ass with your seed. It’s all for you. I love you! Cum, darling, CUM!”
I came.
“Nnnnnggaaaahhh!!!” I groaned as I felt my balls come to a boil. Wrapping both arms around her bosom, I hugged myself against Zofi’s back and rammed my hips forward to bury myself deep within my lesbian lover’s exquisite asshole. Fountains of sperm sprayed out of me, millions of wriggling tadpoles that no idea they were in the wrong hole. I twitched and flooded her rectum again. And then I spasmed one final time, spending myself completely.
And for a little while, my universe was filled with light.
****
I have no idea how long I lay there, my forehead pressed against Zofi’s back while my dick slowly went limp inside her ass. When the light faded away and my world began anew, that was the position I found myself in, my gorgeous crying girlfriend cuddled in my arms.
Wait, crying?
I pulled myself out of Zofi’s ass and quickly scooted further upward so I could get my head level with hers. She whimpered quietly and sniffled softly, but there was no doubt in my mind that she was crying.
“Hey, hey,” I said soothingly but with some alarm. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”
“No, no, it’s not that,” she replied quickly, concern for my mental state flushing away her own concerns. “I just… I’m going to MISS you.”
I sighed and gave her a sad look. “I’m going to miss you too. For a second there, I was worried you were in pain or maybe you were regretting letting me do that to you.”
“No, of course not.” Zofi managed a teary smile as she caressed my cheek again. “One for all… and ALL of me for YOU.”
I smiled and turned my face enough to kiss her palm. “Is that what this was all about? Everyone going out of their way to gift something to someone else?”
“In a way.” She paused to wipe her eyes free of tears before giving me a broader smile. “I’ve wanted to give you this even before the ‘one for all’ thing. It was something I knew you’d been wanting for a long time, and I felt bad, actually, that we went through Prom Night and I was the only one who didn’t give it to you.”
I shook my head. “I didn’t mind. I had more than I could handle as it was, and tossing in your virgin ass might’ve been the straw that made my penis fall off completely. Besides, I wouldn’t have liked for your first time to be under those circumstances with the pills and alcohol and everything.”
“Me neither,” she agreed. “I’m happy this was just the two of us.”
I smiled and nodded, but then frowned. “Was it painful?”
Zofi shook her head in the negative.
“But it didn’t seem too pleasurable, either.” I raised both eyebrows.
Zofi pursed her lips. “I think I understand why some of the others love it so much. The sensations are intense, that’s for sure. Neevie says her orgasms from anal sex are so much stronger than vaginal.”
“But that clearly didn’t happen for you.”
“I don’t think I was ever quite able to get past the discomfort part of it. Again, it wasn’t painful, but it just felt so… weird… and…”
“Uncomfortable?”
Zofi looked apologetic. “Yeah.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. You couldn’t have known it would be like that. The other girls don’t seem to feel that kind of discomfort, except maybe Belle, so that’s why they’re much happier to do it with you. For Belle, she said she gets off on the idea of you possessing her despite the discomfort, like when she lets you in her ass you’re taking ownership of her. Sam too, actually. That part I understand, too. I cherished being able to give you pleasure with my body like this. In that way, it’s not so different from giving you a blowjob.”
I gave her a serious look. “Please don’t feel obligated to ever do it again. I’m eternally grateful for today, but if it’s not comfortable or satisfying for you, I’ll be happy with just the once.”
Zofi gave me a shy smile. “We still have a few months left. Perhaps it will be more than just the once.”
“Perhaps. But I promise I will never expect it of you.”
“Good. That means I can still surprise you.” And she leaned forward to kiss me. “I really do love you, darling.”
“I love you too, mój skarbie.”
Zofi’s blue eyes sizzled. “C’mon. Let’s go clean up. I think after giving you my virgin asshole, you owe me quite a few orgasms in return.”
I grinned. “That sounds fair.”
****
Despite the idea being for me to make things up to her by giving her a bunch of orgasms, Zofi was still in an “all for you” mood that afternoon and seemed intent on giving me a fantasy day that was all about my pleasure. She reminded me in the shower that we’d never had a day of me just bending her into various pretzel shapes and having my way with her, and once she made clear her intention was to make today one of those days, I promptly snapped my fingers.
She immediately bent over at the waist, folding herself in half while she smiled back at me from between her calves. I entered her immediately, although the water running down her body started getting into her face, which kind of ruined that position. Instead, we made out face-to-face while super-flexible Zofi raised left leg up and over my shoulder. I’d never even dreamed of fucking her in that position, let alone while in the shower. But she made it seem so easy, and the fun continued once we got out and dried off.
Zofi could do the splits beyond a hundred and eighty degrees, and we pretty much tried every possible way to get my dick into her mouth or pussy in every possible position we could think of. We resumed the bent at the waist with straight legs thing. We did a wheelbarrow. And there was this crazy sixty-nine thing standing up with Zofi doing a straight-armed handstand.
What really took the cake was when she lay face-down on the floor in front of my bed and curled her body backwards so that her feet were in the air about a foot or so above her head. She couldn’t quite twist herself like an acrobat and put her feet back on the ground, but the position still made her pussy available to me at a really crazy angle. And while neither of us could orgasm in that particular position, I’ll always remember trying.
Alas, all things must come to an end, and I spent my final load deep within her womb in a classic missionary style, cuddling closely just the way she liked it while she murmured phrases like “fertilize me” and “fantasize you’re giving me a baby” into my ear.
We finally got dressed and were kissing each other tenderly in the aftermath, our lips caressing each other in a way not so radically different from the way we’d first kissed as sophomores and kickstarted The Rule in the first place, when the doorbell rang.
Zofi pulled back at the sound and frowned.
“I take it this isn’t one of your surprises,” I teased lightly.
Zofi merely shook her head in the negative. She wasn’t a hundred percent dressed, still needing to button up her blouse (because I’d been fondling her tits you see – THAT part was a little different from when we were sophomores). So when the doorbell rang a second time, I headed out of the room and went downstairs alone.
I checked the peephole quickly and frowned. Had Sam lost her key? Why else would she ring the doorbell? So I was feeling a little confused when I opened the door, and it took me a second to realize it wasn’t Sam on my doorstep at all.
“Hullo theh!” Sam’s doppelganger greeted brightly with the exact same Aussie twang I was used to hearing. “You must be Matty.”
“Uh, yeah…” I began, still confused as my eyes played tricks on me. Only then did I realize this must be Sam's older sister.
“I’m Rachael. Pleased to meet you.”
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Firefly
I love that you're giving titles to your chapters. Few authors make the effort, and even the ones that do often choose rather bland ones. I really like your chapter titles; when reading OSL I actually memorized most of them because they captured the essence of your chapters so well. I guess that also demonstrates that the way you split the story into chapters in the first place is well thought out and resonates with the story arc. Keep it up!
Wookey
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