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BTC: Chapter 14 (Posting Version)
🕑 Added 2021-06-26 06:58:47 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 14: Mariangel --
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The next week flew by really fast, but then you know what they say about how time flies when you’re having fun. And that next week was REALLY fun. For one thing, I got laid every single day. For an 18-year-old who had started the academic year as a virgin, that’s an incredibly amazing achievement. If you had told me before school started that I would have a week in December during which I would have sex a minimum of one time per day, I would have thought you were crazy. And yet, here we were.
Belle came over by herself on Saturday morning; she’d never gotten her hot tub fuck, you see. So we skinny dipped, made out like a pair of lovesick teenagers, and she ended up straddling me on the bench with my dick in her tight twat. With our height difference, putting her in my lap like that put our faces at the same level, quite convenient for kissing.
That turned out to be a LOT harder than we’d been expecting. My petite little strawberry-blonde still had a SUPER tight pussy, and the water was washing away all of her natural lubrication. We even tried getting her mounted out in the open air first intending to THEN sit down in the tub, but it was fucking COLD outside and we were both so frustrated that I was having a hard time staying erect and she wasn’t getting wet at all. In the end, I actually went into the house to grab the bottle of lube I’d purchased to help situations like this. We got me lubed up, we got her lubed up, and we just barely managed to get me inserted out in the open air fast enough to not get TOO cold. And then we finally sat down in the tub.
It wasn’t our best sex session ever. Neither of us even had an orgasm. But it was a bucket list item she got to check off, and taking a shower together afterward was really fun. We then fell into my bed and made love the normal way. And in the end, “Matty’s cumslut” asked me to pull out so I could blow my load all over her face for just the two of us, with no other girls around.
Afterwards, we went out to get lunch together. Technically, we weren’t on a “date”, but Belle held my hand walking between the restaurant and the parking lot, rubbed my knee beneath the table, and kissed me a few times along the way. We also went back to her house, since her dad was out, and fucked again since we could use her bed. I don’t know how you define the term “date”, but that sounded like a pretty good date right there.
On Sunday morning, Mother and I went to brunch. She commented on my improved mood in comparison to the previous week, and asked if Alice had rejoined the BTC. I explained that she hadn’t, and while I was still sad about that fact, both sides had learned to move on. In the privacy of her car on the drive back home, she asked how things were progressing with the other girls in the club, and while I was trying to be careful not to give anything away, my lawyer mom found a lot of answers contained within my non-responses. In the end, she merely said, “Make sure she’s using protection,” and left it at that.
Sunday night, Sam came over and said she was antsy. She spoke politely with Mother, although there was a subtext to their conversation I didn’t quite understand. In the end, she led me by the hand up to my room and started kissing me while reaching her hand into my pants. I hissed, “My mother’s right downstairs!”
Sam rolled her eyes, replied dryly, “I’m aware of that,” and unsnapped her bra. She ripped both her sweater and the bra away, planted her hands on her hips, and gave me an imperious look, commanding, “Drop your pants.”
I took one look at her big 36DD boobies in my face and dropped my pants. “Can you at least TRY to be quiet?” I pleaded.
The pretty platinum-blonde scrunched up her face, shook her head in the negative, and replied, “Nah.”
She was definitely a screamer.
Monday afternoon, Sam, Belle, and Mari were all at Belle’s house per usual. Belle got it into her head to mount me reverse-cowgirl in her desk chair, roll us up underneath the desk, and just sort of undulate on me while continuing to do her homework. That lasted about five minutes before I rolled the chair back, bent her over the desk, and blasted my pelvis against her ass a bunch of times before blowing my load deep inside her. She was so short, her feet didn’t even touch the floor the whole time.
Sam took one look at the jizz oozing out of Belle’s sodden snatch and asked if she could suck out the creampie. Belle blushed, gave Sam an apologetic look, and muttered, “Uhhh… I don’t think I’m quite ready to go there just yet.”
Sam shrugged like it was no big deal and said, “Fine. I’ll just have to get it straight from the source.” She then bent over and took a long lick along my half-hard penis and drawled, “You taste pretty good, Belle.”
My little pixie blushed pink to the tips of her ears.
Sam then went back to sucking me. She didn’t even fuck me that afternoon. She just gave me an AMAZING blowjob that freaking blew my mind and nearly rendered me unconscious. The fact that I’d cum into Belle’s pussy just minutes earlier actually worked against me, since it only prolonged the agony and nearly had me crawling out of my skin from pleasure overload. And after Sam swallowed every last drop, she shot Mari a challenging look as if to say, ‘Hey, top THAT.’
Tuesday used to be Naimh and Alice day. Now it was just Naimh day, and the Irish redhead took advantage of the situation to full effect. We fucked three times in a single afternoon, in every position, all over my house.
First I fucked her on the stairs.
She rode me on a table chair.
I bent her o’er the kitchen isle.
She gave me such a blissful smile.
(Go back and read that with a Dr. Seuss rhythm)
I drew the line at fucking in Mother’s bedroom though – that would’ve been just too weird. We also didn’t fuck in my room or the family room, since… well… we’d already had sex in those places. I came all over her when she parked her face beneath my cockhead, eyes closed and mouth gaping. We took a shower together to clean it all off and started round two in there. I came in her mouth the second time when she had me pull out during the kitchen island fuck so she could duck and swallow my load. The final ejaculation she kept inside her cunt. She pulled her panties on immediately afterward, saying she wanted to feel me squishing inside of her for the whole drive home.
I didn’t finish my homework.
Wednesday Sam and Zofi teamed up on me, although I obviously wasn’t having sex with Zofi yet, nor would she put my dick in her mouth. She DID still like licking my cum off of Sam’s tits and snowballing it into Sam’s mouth. I asked her about that apparent discrepancy, not wanting to suck my dick but having no issues tasting my jizz. She shrugged, said the idea of giving me a blowjob didn’t really turn her on. Perhaps if I was her boyfriend and I had no one else to give me blowjobs, she would have done so out of obligation, but I clearly had other sources for BJs, and so she didn’t need to. As for the snowballs, she said my cum didn’t taste bad or anything, and she got a naughty thrill out of feeding it to the other girls.
“And hey, it got me a chance to kiss Belle, didn’t it!” Zofi enthused happily.
Thursday was Belle and Mari day, and while Mari was obviously waiting for Saturday to lose her virginity, she was more than happy to let me nurse at her nipples, eat her out, and blast my cum straight down her gullet. Belle just wanted to get laid, period, since she’d had a stressful day at school. She even came over to my house in the evening as well, saying she slept much better at night with a belly full of Matty cum.
Friday, of course, all the girls came over right after school. Surprisingly enough, I only had sex once that day. The girls wanted me to conserve energy for my date with Mari, you see. Okay, technically, I had sex with Naimh, Belle, and Sam, but I only ejaculated once (Naimh and Sam got a double-facial). The rest of the time we hung out, played Texas Hold ‘Em for pennies, and generally had a good time as friends. As much as I enjoyed grabbing asses, sucking on titties, and pounding my prick in and out of plentiful pussies, when you removed the sex stuff from the schedule it freed up a lot of time for the other things we used to do together in the BTC, and I found I’d started to miss that.
Not enough to stop having sex with the girls. I’m not CRAZY. But yeah, a change of pace once in a while wouldn’t be so bad.
And then came Saturday.
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Mari had asked me to take her out on a date, a date that would end with me taking her virginity. Other than that, she hadn’t provided me with any specifics. As the male party to the encounter, I was expected to come up with the schedule, pick her up, pay for the meal, and generally be responsible for making the night truly worthy of the momentous occasion. Fair or not, those were the expectations.
Fortunately for me, I had an ace in the hole.
“Do you need me to write it all down?” Belle asked me for the third time.
“No, no. I got it,” I reassured her, chuckling.
The short pixie reached up, checking my tie for the fourth time. “I just don’t want anything to go wrong.”
I laughed and gently pushed her hands away. “Relax. Everything will be fine. Aren’t -I- the one who’s supposed to be nervous before a first date?”
Belle snorted. “Guys are only nervous before first dates because they’re wondering whether or not they’re gonna get laid at the end of the night. For you, it’s a foregone conclusion.”
I arched an eyebrow. “I imagine you’re right, but how you came by that knowledge I don’t want to know.”
Belle chuckled and ran both hands down the front of my shirt. She rubbed my pectorals for a moment, smiled softly, and then raised her eyes to mine. She quickly went up on her tiptoes and puckered up, so I gladly gave her a sweet kiss. For a moment, her eyes unfocused as she looked lost in thought, and I raised her chin up with my fingertip.
“Hey, you alright?”
Belle sighed and looked up at me, her pale green eyes just a tad moist. “Your first date with a BTC girl. I know I was the first one to say it was okay, but… it just feels a little weird, you know?”
I shrugged. “I think we can agree the wedding thing with Sam was my first date with a BTC girl. As for this one with Mari, we both know she’s not going to try and steal me from the group. This really is just one special night for her, and that’s it.”
Belle gave me a sad look. “When’s MY special night gonna happen?”
I frowned. “Wait, NOW you want a special night? That night when you gave me your cherry, I TOLD you I’d get dressed up and take you out to a fancy dinner, rent a horse-drawn carriage, the whole nine yards.”
She shook her head immediately. “I never needed any of that to give you my cherry. What we had was great… apart from the whole ridonkulously painful first time. Otherwise, I don’t regret a thing.”
“Then what is it?”
Belle shrugged, sighed, and gave me that sad look again. “I’m still in love with you, Matty. But I know Sam’s in love with you, and Neevie’s in love with you, and while I don’t think Mari’s quite there, by the end of tonight she might very well be in love with you too.”
I sighed. “I think a lot of teenage girls think they’re in love because they’re teenage girls and they don’t know any better. I’m not sure if ANY of us really know what love is.”
“Well -I- know I love you.” Belle suddenly pushed my chest. “And I thought you said YOU loved ME?”
“I DO,” I told her unequivocally. “You’re my Annabelle.”
“I’m not talking the love of a 12-year-old boy terrified of losing his sister.” Belle’s eyes narrowed as she folded her arms across her chest.
“Neither am I.” I held her upper arms firmly and leaned down to kiss her. She kissed back, but not passionately, and when I pulled away her eyes were still narrowed. “I meant what I said before. If you asked, I’d leave the BTC to be with you. I may not be one hundred percent sure I know what love is, but THAT’S how I feel about you, and only you.”
Belle shook her head. “I’ve told you a million times: I’m not breaking up the club for you.”
“I know you have. But that said, we clearly don’t need the club’s permission to be alone together. We get to be alone all the time. And if you ever want a special night with me, we can just get up and GO.”
Belle pursed her lips and shook her head. “No we can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’d have to tell the girls I had a romantic date with you. I wouldn’t hide that from them.”
“You mean the way you hid that we were having blowjobs and oral sex for two weeks? Or how you hid that we were having sex when the whole club was dropping the hammer on Sam?”
Belle frowned and rubbed her forehead. “And I came clean in the end both times. No, we’re not doing a romantic date without the BTC’s permission.”
I shrugged. “Then ask permission. Sam’s had a date. Mari’s getting a date tonight. Just… ask.”
“Maybe…” Belle took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Maybe… but not tonight.”
“Of course not.”
Belle nodded once, firmly, and gave me a hard look. “Sure you don’t want me to write it all down?”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head in the negative. “Relax. I have this.”
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I didn’t have it.
The date was a disaster. Well, that’s overstating it. Everything turned out alright in the end, but it definitely STARTED as a disaster.
First of all, the van broke down in the middle of the freeway. I don’t know WHAT went wrong, but all of a sudden the whole vehicle was shaking itself apart and the check engine light came on. I managed to pull us over to the side of the road, turned on the emergency flashers, and stared at Mari with a “Holy shit” expression.
I’ll remind you that I went to high school during a time before ubiquitous cell phones. Back in those days, the California Department of Transportation installed Call Boxes every couple of miles on the freeways. I took a guess at the direction of the nearest one, left Mari in the van, and went walking down the shoulder in search of one to call for a tow truck. Fortunately, we only had to wait a half-hour for one to arrive and tow the van to a nearby shop. From there, I called a taxi and got us a ride to the very expensive and exclusive restaurant, only to find that we’d missed our reservation and the hostess at the stand wasn’t very hospitable about my explanation of the broken-down van. In the end, right when I’d started complaining to her manager right there in the lobby that they could at least still fit us in, shy little Mari decided she couldn’t deal with the confrontation anymore and asked if we could just leave and find somewhere else to get dinner.
Across the street was a local diner. You know: red vinyl seats, white countertops, greasy fries, and a waitress fresh off her smoke break. Mari in her nice evening dress and I in my suit and tie were quite out of place, and I was still angry about the treatment we’d received at the restaurant, so the mood wasn’t ideal. But Mari was doing her best to placate me, and it wasn’t until halfway through our meal that I remembered that I was supposed to be making this night special for HER. And yet there she went spending all that emotional energy making ME feel better.
I also knew that while my ego wanted to try salvaging the situation entirely on my own, there was still a chance to make things right by acknowledging that I wasn’t alone, and that I could get help on my side if I only asked. So that’s when I excused myself to go call Belle at her house, explain what was going on, and have her come pick us up in Mari’s car.
See, Mari didn’t want me to pick her up for a date from her own house; too many weird questions that way. So she’d told her parents she was visiting Belle and would be back by her 11pm curfew, which meant she’d left her car at Belle’s house (and fortunately, her keys, since she didn’t want to carry around her heavy purse). She’d also stashed the dress they’d bought together during the week at Belle’s house, and she’d changed her clothes and fixed up her makeup at Belle’s place before I walked over to pick her up with a big bouquet.
Shit, I’d left the bouquet in the van. No matter.
The point is: Belle picked us up from the diner, we took Belle back home, and then we tried to get back on schedule.
Belle had reminded me how much Mari loves Christmas and all the various decorations, so I drove Mari through one of the neighborhoods that really goes all out with the lights and music and everything. She ooh’d and ahh’d at everything before I drove her to a cute little hole in the wall place that had the most amazing desserts.
Mari LOVED dessert. She had forced herself to stay away from sugary, butter-laden confections for the past few years as part of her drive to get into shape. She exercised like crazy, but even exercise can only take you so far if your diet is shit, especially when your DNA is filled with genes that give you 36DD tits on a 5’4” frame and a big booty to match. She was the kind of girl who would never have six-pack abs, no matter what she did. But she’d worked hard to get to her Salma Hayek-esque hourglass figure, and it showed.
So you see, sharing a mountain of ice cream atop a fresh-from-the-oven brownie with syrup, sprinkles, and a cherry on top was quite the delight for her, and nearly made up for the botched reservation on its own.
Thus riding a sugar-high, Mari let me drive her back to my house where I scooped her up in my arms, carried her up the stairs and into my bedroom like a wedding bride, and gently lay her down across my bed. For a girl who spent so much time worrying about her weight, having my strong arms lift her up like she was a feather was more of a turn-on than any words I could have spoken. And she was ravenous to devour my mouth as soon as I lay myself alongside her.
Ten seconds later though, she squeaked and broke away from our kiss, exclaiming, “I forgot!”
I blinked in surprise, not understanding. “Forgot what?”
She rolled off the bed without answering, stood up, and rather nervously picked at her dress trying to straighten out the wrinkles and make sure it wasn’t bunched up anywhere. It was a prom-type dress in olive green that complimented her warm skin tone. From the waist down it was a smooth, satin fabric that hugged her ample curves before tightening around her knees, which kind of restricted her ability to walk but looked pretty sleek nonetheless. From the waist up, the satin was covered with see-thru lace and rose up over her shoulders with wide straps that covered her shoulders but left a plunging V-neck down the middle which put her considerable assets on full display. And after getting herself situated, she put her right hand on her waist, jutted her hip out, and posed prettily while batting her long eyelashes at me.
Clearly, it was a move she’d practiced quite a bit, and I rewarded her effort with a broad, wolfish grin that clearly communicated my desire to get off the bed and ravage her. I also loosened my tie and took off my suit jacket, but I didn’t get up yet. Belle had not only helped me come up with an itinerary, she’d also told me Mari’s planned script as well to make sure I didn’t accidentally mess things up. She’d also (repeatedly) offered to write it all down.
Next up was the lingerie reveal. Mari did a slow pirouette to show me the backside, where the shimmering material was pulled taut across the Latina’s juicy ass. The lace paneling helped obscure the way her bra strap would have dented the fabric and masked the zipper that held the dress together. Mari paused to watch me ogling her ass (fantasizing about porking her from behind, actually), and giggled until my eyes finally tracked up to hers. Only then did she give me a coy look and request, “Unzip me, please?”
I got off the bed and stood behind her, my fingers feeling through the lace to find the zipper that had been tucked into a small pocket. I dragged it down to her waist and fiddled a bit with the bra clasp, but refrained from opening it just yet. Belle had warned me that Mari wanted to do that herself. Instead, I kissed the newly-revealed bare skin of her upper back gently, and then backed away to sit on the edge of the bed.
Mari smiled and turned back to face me. She started to look nervous, which made me start to look concerned. It wasn’t like she’d never been naked in front of me before, and she’d actually practiced this sort of stuff with the girls during the naked in high-heels bootcamp thing. But stripping down with all her friends getting naked at the same time and cheering her on is one thing. Performing an orchestrated strip-tease one-on-one as a prelude to losing your virginity is something else entirely.
Taking a deep breath, Mari shook her head as if to clear it and smiled again. Her hands went to both shoulder straps at the same time, pulling them down to her upper arms. While this left her shoulders bare, her massive tits still held the dress upright, and she had to reach to the front of the dress, hook her fingers into the V-neck, and pull it down. The material still bunched up around her narrow waist, because I hadn’t pulled the zipper ALL the way down. It continued for a couple of inches down her ass, and only after she reached back to unzip that part was the material loose enough to fit around her big junk in the trunk and fall to a puddle around her 2-inch heels.
Looking shyly at the floor, Mari stepped out of the dress over to the side and then attempted to repeat her previous pose with hip out and right hand on her waist, but the maneuver was far more awkward-looking this time around. The nerves were finally getting to her, but I let out a long exhalation and murmured an appreciative, “Holy shit, Angel…”
The sound of my voice reacting so favorably to her appearance made all the difference in the world, and Mari raised her chin to look up and examine my expression. Seeing the delight on my face gave her strength, and she stood up a little more proudly while thrusting her chest upwards and jutting her hip out to the side a little more.
She was… well… quite fuckable. Desperado eat your heart out. A black lace bra molded around her considerable assets, mostly obscuring her hard dusky nipples but not entirely. Matching lace panties completed the set, and when I raised a finger and twirled it slowly, Mari grinned and slowly turned around. The back of the panties featured a fairly thick black band around her waist, but the lace over her cheeks curved inward rather than outward, accentuating the roundness of each amazing globe. I couldn’t help bypassing the script then. I slipped off the bed, grabbed onto Mari’s hips, and started kissing her buttcheeks.
Mari squeaked in surprise at my unexpected improvisation, but she didn’t freak out. I made exaggerated “nom-nom” noises while sucking on her chunky butt that made her giggle. And after a minute, she glanced back at me and asked timidly, “You don’t think my butt’s too big?”
“I LOVE it. There’s a reason they made that ‘Baby Got Back’ song.”
“But Belle’s got such a tight little heinie. I’ve always hated having such a big booty.”
“I like butts in all shapes and sizes, and yours is perfect for YOU. I can’t wait to fuck you from behind.”
“Matty!” she exclaimed, a little scandalized at my vulgarity.
“Sorry, sorry,” I apologized, getting up and returning to the bed. “Getting ahead of myself.”
Mari looked thoughtful, shook her head, and asked, “You really do like it?”
“LOVE it. I told you.” And I reached out to grab her ass in my right hand and rubbed it for emphasis.
Mari thought about that. “Well… If you’d like, maybe we can do it from behind for my first time?”
My dirty mind interpreted her statement incorrectly at first, as I was suddenly seized with a vision of pressing my thick cock into Mari’s tight asshole from behind, but I quickly washed that idea away. The idea of pushing myself into Mari’s pussy from behind while holding onto that thick butt was enticing enough, and I nodded my agreement, “Yeah… I’d really like that.”
Mari gave me a shy smile, but then a new hungry look came into her eyes, and she pointed out, “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“Oh, right!” I’d forgotten this part of the script, distracted by Mari’s lingerie reveal. I didn’t actually know whether or not she knew Belle had told me her plans, but I knew I was supposed to start undressing myself now.
“Let me do that for you,” Mari said suddenly, going off-script. She stepped forward, frowned, and started fiddling with my shirt buttons. She’d never actually undressed me before, not during a study break or anything like that (aside from pulling my pants down to give me a blowjob). But if there was a first time for anything, it was tonight. Her nervousness showed, but she got me open from throat to tails, took hold of my tie, and used it to tug me closer so we could kiss. And then she slid her hands onto my bare chest and rubbed excitedly while our tongues tangled.
Mari was leaning forward a little awkwardly, so I scooped her up in my arms and took a big hop backwards so she could straddle my lap atop the mattress. We both stayed upright making out, and she got my shirt to slide down my arms before I finished shrugging out of it completely. Next up would be my pants.
The luscious Latina pulled back, her brown eyes intense and playful now. Being proclaimed the Blowjob Queen of the BTC had given her a tremendous confidence boost, and she didn’t hesitate to slide back off the bed and start fiddling with my belt. Suddenly she was in a great hurry. Before I knew it, my pants and boxers were down around my ankles, and my dick was suddenly all the way down her throat in a blink of an eye.
But getting me to explode down her throat wasn’t the goal tonight. She only slammed her face down around my shaft a couple of times, making little gurgling noises at the bottom before she picked her head up and flashed me an impish grin. She raised up high enough to give me a quick peck on the lips and requested, “Unhook me?”
Oh, yeah. I’m a tits man and not ashamed of it. Without hesitation, I reached around her with one hand and flipped the clasps. There were actually six hooks connecting together Mari’s over-the-shoulder boulder-holder in two columns of three, but I only got five of them on the first try. Feeling a little embarrassed, I reached around with both hands to get to the last one, and at last the massive cups fell away.
“Can I please fuck your tits first?” I asked abruptly.
That wasn’t in the script, but Mari didn’t seem to mind. She giggled and replied quite slowly, “Any… time… you want. Just ask.”
My eyes were wide as she grabbed her big boobies and prepared to enfold my dick between them, but she stopped and looked up at me. “Oh wait. I saw Sam do this for you and you seemed to really like it.” Straightening upright although still kneeling before me, my angel grabbed her titties and mashed them together, alternating up and down like a pair of cheerleader pom-poms.
I laughed and nodded my agreement. “Yes, I definitely like that.”
Mari giggled and pom-pommed away, but stopped after a minute. Squeezing both boobies together, she held them up to my face and intoned quietly, “Bite my nipples.”
My eyebrows went up, but leaned forward and gently bit down on first one and then the other puffy nipple, adding in some extra suckles as well while she moaned with obvious relish. That part wasn’t in the script either.
Mari’s eyes glittered as I pulled away. Then she finally bent over, wrapped up my rod within the confines of her cleavage, and happily humped her chest up and down for my enjoyment. The titty fuck didn’t last that long, though; we had other things to do. I pulled her off and pulled her up before pulling her onto the bed with me so we could make out. In the meantime, I also kicked myself free of my shoes, pants, and boxers. The socks would take a little more work, but I’d get there eventually.
Making out on a bed with me, Mari was used to. We slowed down and enjoyed ourselves for a while, which means I did a lot of pawing at her tits and ass, suckled on her nipples while she cradled my head to her chest, and swapped a lot of spit. But after five minutes or so, I found myself on top of her, the base of my throbbing erection pressed against her crotch, only a thin layer of lace separating our two sexes. Mari set her head down on the mattress and looked up at me with eyes full of wonder, a little in disbelief that we were here in this moment.
She reached up and traced her fingers around my face, from my forehead, down my temple, along my jaw, and under my chin. I smiled at her warmly and said, “I wanna eat you now.” It was part of the script, after all.
But Mari shook her head, and in a shy, quiet voice, she murmured, “Can’t wait. I want you inside me now, please.”
I arched an eyebrow, but she was already rolling over onto her stomach and thrusting her ass up into the air. I sat back while she got into a modified doggy-style position on her knees and elbows, with her forearms angled together like a triangle and her hands overlapped, waggling her panty-covered butt at me.
“Is this how you wanted me?” she asked rather nervously, her head craned around to look back.
“We can still do missionary or with you on top if you want,” I offered.
“No… Everybody does it one of those ways for their first time. I wanna remember this for the rest of my life, remember you staring at my ass while you push inside me.”
The heat in her words made me want inside RIGHT NOW, but I forced myself to be patient. Getting behind her, I briefly thought about leaving her high-heels on but decided to take them off, and then I started peeling down her panties. Her butt was a work of art, big and round and yet firm to the touch, not saggy at all. The globes were big enough to form a line of butt cleavage that obscured her asshole from view, but I grabbed onto each cheek with each hand and separated them. Once her nether regions were revealed, I couldn’t help but lean forward and take a long lick from her clit, through her pussy lips, and along the happy trail up to her anus. I even swiped my tongue across her crinkled sphincter, which tasted perfectly clean. Mari shivered when I did that, so on impulse I dove back in, licking her asshole and even pushing my tongue a little bit inside.
“Matty-Matty!” Mari squeaked in surprise. “What are you doing?!?”
“Pretty sure this is called a rimjob.” I went back to tonguing her ass, as she was quivering and obviously enjoying it.
“Oh my lord… Belle’s never gonna believe this!” she squealed, bunching up my bedsheets in her hands. “Matty’s eating my ass!”
I chuckled and went back to licking her. But a second later - with Belle’s name now bouncing around my brain - I stopped, slipped off the bed, and went over to my closet. Sliding open the louvered doors, I breathed a sigh of mixed relief and disappointment.
“What are you doing?” Mari asked, confused.
“Just checking to make sure Belle’s not hiding in the closet. She said she wanted to watch me take your virginity.”
Mari giggled. “She told me, too. But I… I was just afraid I’d be too nervous if she was watching us.”
“Makes sense.”
“Besides…” Mari blushed and looked down. “Just for one night, I wanted to have you all to myself. To have you focused entirely on me.”
I immediately dropped down next to the bed closest to Mari’s face, trailed my fingers down her cheek, and gave her a sweet kiss. “One hundred percent of my attention tonight is entirely on you, Angel.” And then I kissed her again.
Mari was smiling brightly when we separated for air, and she tittered excitedly when I jumped back into position behind her and between her thighs. I started by licking her pussy and stabbing my tongue at her clit. But then returning to my previous mental bookmark, I resumed tonguing her ass, much to her squealing delight.
At the same time, I raised my right index finger and slowly inserted it into her pussy, intent on stretching her out and making sure she was good and wet. I had no idea whether or not Mari would be as tight as Belle, but having been traumatized by Belle’s deflowering, I wanted to prep Mari in the same way I’d gotten used to prepping Belle. Once I was able to get my index finger moving pretty well in and out of her, I added a second finger, and eventually a third. And by the time I had all three fingers pumping steadily in and out of her sopping wet snatch while I continued rimming her anus with my tongue, Mari’s legs were shaking so hard she threatened to collapse.
“Matty…” she whimpered pitifully. “Matty… I think… you’re gonna… I… I can’t… Matty, please… I wanna… I’m… Unnngh…”
I could tell she was really close to cumming, and had actually been really close for a couple of minutes now. I was still pumping my fingers and licking and sucking her asshole with abandon, finding the whole thing a really novel experience. But whatever I was doing wasn’t QUITE enough to give her orgasmic release.
“Matty PLEASE!” she cried, hovering right at the edge.
Traumatized by Belle’s deflowering or not, I didn’t hesitate. Something told me Mari could take it, and more importantly, I could tell she desperately needed me to push her over. Keeping my fingers going, I pulled my face from her ass and knee-walked myself into position. My left hand held one asscheek open to the side. I pulled my right hand out of her snatch and held the other asscheek to the side. With just my hips, I guided my missile into position. And staring straight down at the perfect image of her bubble butt spread apart by my hands, I hit the jets and slammed my way inside in a single thrust as smoothly as a hot knife through butter.
“HOLY FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!" Mari threw her head back as she felt the sudden penetration, pushing down with her hands and extending her arms so that she was fully upright in a doggy-position. She shuddered as the incredible climax exploded across her entire body at once, all the pent-up energy from being kept on the edge for so long radiating outward in a single concussive wave.
And then her arms collapsed, mashing her face and chest down onto the mattress while she twisted her head to the side so she wouldn’t suffocate. Instead, she merely gasped for oxygen, her body continuing to quiver a little bit and occasionally spasm a lot from climactic aftershocks.
Her legs probably would have collapsed too, were she not held aloft by my dick in her no-longer virgin pussy. I kept myself at full-depth, holding onto her hips in a tight grip to keep my crotch mashed right up against hers. I let her enjoy the post-orgasmic bliss for a couple of minutes, just sort of slowly grinding myself around the inside of her vaginal chute to maintain my erection while watching her walk a tightrope line between conscious bliss and blissful unconsciousness.
In the end, she didn’t quite pass out. Her breathing slowed, her irises refocused, and she glanced back at me with a bit of a sloppy grin. “Oh my lord, Matty,” she muttered softly, her eyes unfocusing again as she stared away into the middle distance. “That was… was… I can’t even…”
“Not bad for your first time, huh?” I said with a chuckle, proud of myself for giving her such a great orgasm. She’d had some pretty good ones from me eating her out, but I’d NEVER seen her blow her top quite like that.
Her eyes came back to me. “If sex is gonna be like this all the time, we’re gonna do it a LOT. I’m amazed the others haven’t moved into your house yet.”
I chuckled again, withdrawing a few inches and then smoothly pushing myself back in. Her eyelids fluttered while I did that. “I can’t promise it’ll be like this every time, Angel, but I’ll definitely try to live up to your expectations.”
Mari smiled warmly at me, this time without any sexual heat, just the same kind of warm, kind-hearted smile she’d always had for me even before we ever started doing sex stuff. “You already have, Matty. You already have.”
****
I did manage to give Mari a second orgasm before finally busting my nut. By then, we had changed positions so that I was on top, her legs wrapped around my waist so she could watch my facial expressions changing from the pleasure her pussy gave me. We kissed a lot that way; Mari had always been fond of kissing, even when we’d progressed past making out and the other girls (cough: Naimh) wanted to spend more time with my dick in their mouths (ironic, since Mari turned out to be the BJ Queen of the BTC). I was glad I’d decided to take off her high-heels, or else my back would’ve had tons of impact marks. I never did get my socks off though until after I came.
Per Belle’s script, I gave her plenty of warning that I was getting close to cumming. Mari wrapped her arms around my neck, held me close, and fastened her lips over mine. She wanted to be kissing me while feeling my cock spurt jets of scalding hot lava into her womb for the very first time, and a minute later, she got her wish.
Mother’s warning about protection still pinged in the back of my brain, but Belle had assured me Mari was on the pill now, and that she’d specifically targeted this Saturday night to be certain it would be effective. So I let myself go, groaning into my angel’s mouth while creaming her cunt with every drop I’d built up all night. I really flooded her, actually, because after I came and pulled out, we spent another thirty minutes in my bed just lying there and talking before starting round 2, and every now and again she had to stop and get more tissues to blot up the jism that never seemed to stop leaking out of her.
“I’m thinking we may have to organize some kind of schedule, even though Sam said she didn’t want that,” Mari commented while pillowing her head on my chest. We reclined together against my headboard with several pillows propping up my lower back. “Sam likes Mondays, Neevie on Tuesdays, Zofi can have Wednesdays, and I’ve always liked Thursdays. Then on Fridays we can all have fun together, and the whole BTC will still be ‘in balance’.”
“What about Belle?”
Mari snorted. “Belle’s gonna fuck you every weekend as it is, and probably a few weeknights as well.”
I chuckled and sighed. “I don’t know if the others will go for a rotating schedule though. It takes the spontaneity out everything and reeks of obligation. Like, I don’t want anyone looking at their calendar thinking, ‘Oh, today’s my day to put out for Matty.’”
“I think you’ve got that backwards. You’re a gift, like Christmas morning, and we’d all be looking forward to the day we get to unwrap you.”
I chuckled. “Well, maybe if your schedule wasn’t actually about sex. Like, we’ve let Sam always be in charge, right? Well, what if the rest of you got to be in charge for a day every week? Nobody’s obligated to have sex, not even me, but it’s understood that on Thursdays, Mari’s wants and needs get priority, et cetera. It’s kinda like you girls calling ‘next’, only it’s already understood that you’ve got ‘next’ because that’s your day.”
Mari giggled. “It’s like when one kid in the class is student of the week and they get to go to the front of the lunch line or lead the class in the Pledge of Allegiance.”
I blinked. “Uh, well, sorta.”
“The idea has merit, and I certainly enjoyed having those little moments of authority when I was the teacher's helper, stuff like that. Of course, you say it’s not about sex, but I’m still gonna want to be the first one to get this bad boy inside me every Thursday.”
I chuckled. “If that’s what you want on that particular Thursday. Hypothetically, of course.”
“Of course.”
I leaned back against the headboard, holding Mari’s warm naked body in my arms. It felt nice to just cuddle her like this; she was always a good cuddler. And I started to imagine just what life would be like under the kind of schedule I’d just described.
Sam would be horny and want to fuck all day on Mondays. Maybe she would bark orders and act like an orchestra conductor to put herself and whoever else was around into various sexual combinations, like, ‘Mari sits on Matty’s face while I ride him reverse-cowgirl and Belle plays with his balls until he spurts inside me and Belle sucks it all out.’
Naimh would turn Tuesdays into one-on-ones, maybe even get up and leave the house with me to go get ice cream, make out in public, and hold hands while walking around town looking like a million bucks so that guys would turn their heads and be super-jealous of how hot my girlfriend looked. We’d both get turned on from the attention and go home to fuck like bunnies.
Zofi confused me the most at this point. She seemed the most obviously bisexual of the club, happy to eat pussy and make out with other girls. On the other hand, she still loved kissing me, having me go down on her, and holding hands everywhere we went around school. I knew she wasn’t full lesbian or anything like that, but she’d shown little interest in having sex with me and had already commented about not being aroused by the idea of sucking my cock. I wondered what she might do if she were “in charge” on Wednesdays, perhaps pushing Belle’s buttons about “turning her to the dark side” or simply ordering me to keep my face in her crotch all afternoon. There were far worse ways to spend a few hours.
“What are you thinking about?” Mari asked me quietly as she reached down to pet my sleeping anaconda. He was starting to wake up given my train of thought.
“I’m thinking about what all the girls would do if they each had a day to be ‘student of the week’.”
Mari giggled. “I know what I’d do on my day.”
“What’s that?”
“Make Sam do my homework for me.”
“What?” I barked in surprise.
“I’d have Zofi give me a manicure. Do you ever notice her nails? They’re exquisite.”
“Uh, can’t say I have.”
“I’d tell Neevie to do my laundry, and Belle could cook me a snack.”
“I think you and I have very different ideas of what we’d do if we were in charge.”
“I’d make you give me backrubs.”
“Well that, at least, I can understand.”
“Ooh, actually, Neevie could be my fluffer! Going down on you to get you nice and warmed up before I come over and sit down in your lap, riding you while we watch a movie like you did a week ago with Sam.”
“See, THAT’S the kind of stuff I was thinking about.”
Mari giggled. “I can tell. Your dick twitched when I said that.”
“I’d be happy for you to go for a ride right now.”
“Mmm, in a minute. We still have time, although I wish I didn’t have a curfew. Then I could stay here all night in your arms.” She sighed contentedly. “I’m enjoying this too much… just lying on your chest right now. I can hear your heartbeat.”
Nodding, I stroked her spine and rubbed her ass, but didn’t otherwise attempt to speed things along. She kept rubbing my cock, enough to keep it hard but not quite enough to get it rock hard. And for several minutes we simply cuddled together in silence.
Eventually, though, Mari spoke again. “Is this what it’s like for you and Belle?” she asked quietly.
“Hmm? Is what like?”
“After you’ve had sex. Do you just lie naked in bed together like this? Talking?”
“Well, uh, we actually haven’t had sex THAT many times. She was so sore after her first time that neither of us could really enjoy it. Actually, how are YOU feeling? Any soreness?”
“No, not at all. I feel amazing,” she replied brightly. “But back to you and Belle. Do you snuggle like this a lot? Doesn’t have to just be after sex. Like those two weeks you were doing oral to each other without the rest of us knowing. Or even just hanging out. I have this very clear image of you two doing what we’re doing right now: Cuddling in bed, talking about… whatever, or staying silent and just thinking… no pressure to talk, just… content.”
I thought about that for a few seconds, thought about all the times I’d found myself with Belle under my arm in the same way Mari was under my arm right now, whether in one of our beds, on a couch, or even a poolside lounger in the summer.
“Well… yeah, I guess you could say we do this a lot,” I finally confirmed.
“What do you guys talk about?”
I shrugged. “Everything. Nothing. Just… whatever comes to mind. Kinda like now, I guess.”
“Do you talk about the rest of us girls?”
“Uhhh, I probably shouldn’t say.”
“That’s a ‘yes’, then.”
I chuckled and rubbed Mari’s shoulder. “We talk about everything.”
“What do you two say about me?”
“Mari!”
“I’ll tell you what we say about you.”
I arched an eyebrow. “There’s a crude saying: Bros before hoes. I’m pretty sure there’s a female version.”
“Chicks before dicks.”
“There you are. I can’t let you betray Belle’s trust.”
“I suppose. Still, there’s so much I want to say to you now; it just feels wrong to NOT let you know what I know. Things are different after giving you my virginity. I feel so much… closer… to you. Nothing’s ever going to change that. No matter what happens to us ten years from now, fifty years from now, I’m always going to remember you.”
I smiled. “I said something similar to Sam.”
“She’s in love with you, by the way. Sam.”
I sighed. “She’s just horny.”
“She’s always been horny. Now she’s in LOVE, and she gets jealous, even though she tells herself not to be. She’s jealous of how much time Belle gets to spend with you. She’s jealous of the way you stare at Neevie like she’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. She’s even jealous of me for being able to deep-throat you.”
I looked down at Mari with a frown. “What happened to ‘chicks before dicks’?”
Mari ignored me. “Neevie’s in love with you, too. She’s always wanted to be your girlfriend, like… your actual girlfriend, not just the BTC’s girlfriend. She’s told me these daydreams about going for long drives in a convertible with the top down, just the two of you, stopping on a beach, and sitting between your legs while you kiss the back of her neck and watch the sunset. She wishes she could walk around the school on your arm, go to parties on your arm, do restaurant dates every week, watch plays, all that jazz. I think, actually, she was really close with her boyfriend back in Ireland, and she misses having that kind of pair-bonded closeness.”
I had been smiling all through the first part of that, but the end bit about the ex-boyfriend in Ireland gave me pause. It made me feel like a replacement for Naimh’s true love, and I wondered how much of her feelings for me were real and how much were projected.
“But that thing with Alice really messed her up,” Mari continued, oblivious to my ruminations. “She’s hesitating and holding herself back. She doesn’t want to do anything to rock the boat, and I feel like even if she had a ‘Neevie Tuesday’ to be in charge, she’d actually spend most of her time trying to make the rest of us happy instead of thinking of herself, just to avoid feeling like she was being selfish. You notice she’s not chirping as much or playing the instigator anymore.”
“Huh…” I pondered that.
“And Zofi’s a lot more into you than she lets on. I can’t quite figure that girl out just yet. I know it seems like she’d rather take a back seat, mess around with the other girls, and let the more aggressive bitches crawl all over you, but you don’t notice how often she sort of stares at you longingly when she thinks nobody’s watching her.”
“And you DO notice?”
“Nobody pays attention to the quiet one. I see a lot when they don’t think anybody’s watching. It’s classic misdirection. Sam does it a ton. She’ll tell Neevie to go give you a titty fuck, and then while everyone is watching the two of you, her mask falls away and her true face comes out.”
I glanced down at Mari. “You are dangerous.”
Mari giggled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Okay, now you’ve got me curious. What else do I need to know that I don’t already know?”
“Alice wants you to take her virginity, too.”
“WHAT?”
“We’ve talked about it, and not even leaving the BTC is gonna change her mind. She’ll spend some time away from us, but after a few weeks she’s gonna really miss her friends, miss you being her best friend, and realize that banging you is something she’s always wanted for herself. Once she realizes she’s ready for sex, she’ll come back and happily join ‘Matty’s Harem’, as she puts it. It was always going to be you; she’s known that since eighth grade. She told Belle, too, but swore us both to secrecy.”
“An oath you’re clearly breaking right now.”
Mari shrugged. “You got my cherry. I now serve a higher master… or something.” She emphasized the last part by rubbing my penis.
I frowned. “I don’t want you to get into any trouble.”
She shook her head distractedly, staring a thousand yards away. “Belle dreams about marrying you all the time. She’s planned a hundred different weddings and come up with dozens of boy names that start with M and girl names that start with B.”
“Maybe you should stop before you say anything she won’t forgive you for.”
“She said you offered to leave the BTC for her. Scared the shit out of her, actually, because of how tempted she was to take you up on it.”
“Mari…”
“She said she wants to tell her dad she’s in love with you, move into your house so she can spend all night with you, fall asleep with your cum in her pussy, and wake you up in the morning with a blowjob.”
“Mari.”
“But she’s terrified of destroying her relationships with all of us, including me, which is why she told me. The whole group has spent years swearing by The Rule to prevent any one of us from stealing you away from the others. You think Neevie’s trying to hold herself back so she won’t break up the BTC? She’s got nothing on Belle’s level of guilt, which is why Belle’s always hanging back when the whole group plays around together, why she wanted to give Neevie that one-on-one time, and why she prepped you for taking me out tonight. She’s trying to prove to herself that she’s not a selfish bitch and still cares about her friends.”
“MARI.”
I squeezed her just as hard as I’d barked her name, and only then did she seem to snap out of her trance. She blinked rapidly and stared up at me in surprise.
“Your turn,” I said seriously. “You already exposed your friends despite the whole ‘chicks before dicks’ thing. What do I need to know about YOU that I don’t already know?”
Mari’s eyes got BIG, but she clammed up and set her head back on my chest, staring pointedly away from me.
“Mari… Angel…” I intoned, gently. But she bit her lip and shook her head in the negative.
I took a deep breath, weighed my curiosity against my better judgment to never pressure a girl into doing anything she wasn’t comfortable doing, and decided to let it go. Even as forthcoming as she’d been for the last several minutes, I realized it would always be easier to reveal other people’s secrets than reveal your own. Exhaling slowly, I patted her back and said, “Fine, you don’t have to tell me. I won’t push you. You know I’ll never push you.”
She nodded slowly, glanced up at me, and said quietly, “Thank you. I’ve always felt safe with you.”
“And I’d like to make sure you keep feeling that way.”
She smiled warmly, and then crawled up my body so she could kiss me. I wrapped both arms around her naked body, held her close as our tongues came out to play, and rubbed her ass while she ground her crotch against my growing erection, riding it like a rail until my shaft was coated in her honey and as hard as steel.
It was a simple matter to elevate my prick and let her sit down on it. She pressed her forehead to mine and cooed happily as she felt every inch filling her up. After a while, she sat back to really work her hips around, gyrating like a belly dancer. The motion did wonderful things to her big tits, and I reached up to play with them – and even bite her nipples a little - until she bent forward to smother my face with her melons.
My angel humped herself to the precipice of another orgasm on top of me while I nursed at a nipple and gripped both buttcheeks to help me use her body as a masturbatory toy. At the penultimate moment, I reached forward and stabbed my middle finger into her rectum, an act that set her off like a rocket as she screamed and thrashed and practically gave me a concussion the way her boobs were banging into the sides of my head so hard.
Mari went limp atop me after that orgasm wiped her out, so I rolled her onto her back and re-plugged myself in. She lay limp beneath me, letting me rut in and out of her lush body save for cradling my head and moaning about how much she loved having sex with me. Her head started lolling side to side and her eyes rolled up into her head as the pleasure took over and she was lost to the delirium. I was suddenly seized with the desire to see her big boobies dancing as I pounded away at her, so I sat back on my heels and pulled her body with me so that her ass was in my lap as used my abs and legs to really hammer her.
Up and down and left and right those titties bounced, making the shape of a snow angel, or maybe butterfly wings. Depending on my angle, they would sometimes gyrate in circular orbits, and sometimes they would bounce in different directions, crashing together like Uranium atoms in a nuclear energy simulation. Growling animalistically, I sped up faster and faster, harder and harder, consumed by a vision of blasting my wad all over Mari’s marvelous melons in motion. And when she clamped up and came, her cunt clenching and compressing around my cock, I roared my release, yanked out my dick, and rapidly stroked my own shaft to spray great ribbons of spunk all over those big, damn, beautiful breasts.
When I was done, I nearly collapsed flat on top of my devirginized lover but managed to twist myself and fall down in the empty space alongside her instead. Chest heaving, I gasped for air while she whimpered and panted in the aftermath of her own climax as well. Sweat dotted Mari’s forehead, and her eyelids were fluttering on the brink of unconsciousness again. One day, I told myself, I would give her such an incredible orgasm that she actually WOULD pass out from too much pleasure. But for now, her Zen state of delirium was enough to satisfy my ego.
“Matty… Matty…” Mari moaned almost mournfully.
I chuckled and reached out to stroke her arm. “Hey, Angel. That was amazing.”
She shook my head like I didn’t understand, still gasping for breath while her hand reached out to touch my face, but she was somehow uncoordinated and couldn’t quite get it right. “I… I… I wanna… I need to… tell you… the truth… my secret…”
I chuckled and took hold of her hand, bringing it in so she could palm my cheek. “That’s alright, Angel. You don’t have to say a thing.”
She shook her head again. “I… I do… Not even… Not even Belle… knows…”
Part of me felt guilty for letting Mari reveal so many secrets tonight, which is why I’d (sort of) made an effort to curb her from spilling EVERYTHING. But even so, I found myself curious to learn even more. Still, I NEVER would have expected her to say what she said next.
“The truth is… I wasn’t really a virgin.”
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Wookey
I just love Mari. Yes, she is going to a different college but she is the nicest of the six girls. Her bf will be a lucky man. My only concern is that she is too giving and might be taken advantage of by a less kind person.
