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The Big Tits Club: Chapter 35
🕑 Added 2021-05-10 15:01:03 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 35: The Cat --
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“So what happened then? Did you ask her about screaming her ex-boyfriend’s name?”
Mari sat cross-legged on Belle’s bed, hugging a pillow to her chest while staring at me wide-eyed in rapt attention, anxious for me to answer.
Belle was frowning, also on her bed but leaning against the side wall with her knees up and her hands clasped around her legs.
I sat in the desk chair, shrugged, and looked out the window. “There was no time. Once we realized her dad was outside trying to break down my front door, we got dressed in a hurry. So I was standing there, frantically pulling on my clothes, but I was also mentally rehearsing everything I was gonna say to him, you know? Stuff about how I cared deeply for his daughter and wanted to apologize for the subterfuge.”
What I didn’t tell the girls was that I’d already run through these mental scenarios a few times over the past few months in very general terms. Even putting aside the near inevitability of Naimh’s parents catching us sooner or later, in plain simple fact I was schtupping six teenage girls, any one of whose parents could eventually show up promising me eternal damnation. Well, not Belle’s dad anymore, but even he had caught us at an inopportune moment.
“I never got the chance to put my thoughts into practice though,” I continued. “Once we got to the front door, Neevie stopped me and told me to stay inside. I started arguing with her that I had to step up and take responsibility for my own actions, but she didn’t listen to me. She just opened the door and walked out, calling ‘Dad!’”
“What did he do?” Mari asked breathlessly.
“He shouted her name from the front driveway. Apparently he’d gone back to yelling at the upstairs window. But once he heard Neevie call, he came charging back toward the front door. There was this big vein bulging on his bright red forehead as he stared daggers at me with plain intent to murder me.”
“So you didn’t stay inside?”
I shook my head. “I walked out to meet him. But I only got two steps before Neevie turned around, planted both hands on my chest, and started shoving me back into the house. Took me by surprise, and she had the leverage, so I wound up backpedaling just to not fall over.”
“And you just let her?” Belle scoffed.
I sighed. “She was all, ‘Stay HERE, Matty! He won’t come into your house. It’s a respect thing. But you go out there, there will be a fight on the front lawn, cops will be called’ and all that. ‘He’ll try to kill you!’ I tried to insist, ‘He won’t try to KILL me.’ But Neevie was serious. ‘We’re IRISH. We got tempers.’”
Mari giggled. Belle shot her a look. Mari deflated a little.
“Then Neevie gave me a pleading look, said, ‘I don’t want you to hurt him, and I don’t want him pissed off that you beat him in a fight.’ I tried to say I wouldn’t fight him, but she backed up, slammed the door, and turned around to grab her dad like five feet away.”
“Did you lock the door?” Mari stared at me wide-eyed.
“What? No. I wasn’t afraid of him. He was pretty out of shape.”
“He was a lividly angry dad,” Belle drawled. “I’d have put money on him.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I muttered sarcastically. “Anyway, I opened the door again and took three steps out. She was poking him in the chest, he was yelling, and she started yelling about how every normal high school girl gets to date and fall in love and be with the people they wanna be with but he had to get all crazy overprotective and lock her up in the castle tower every night. He was trying to say he was just defending his daughter’s honor or something, and then he saw me and shoved Neevie out of the way so he could come kick my ass.”
“Wait, DID you fight him?” Mari gasped.
I shook my head. “I was all ready to do the macho thing and stand toe-to-toe with him. But no.”
Belle frowned and mused, “I wonder if Conor fought him.”
I shot her a look, and she blushed.
Mari asked impatiently, “What happened?”
“Neevie shoved him with both arms and got herself between us. They started howling at each other, but their words got really jumbled up and I couldn’t understand them anymore with those fast and thick Irish accents overlapping on top of one another. It was kinda hot, actually, watching her get all feisty and challenge him. I think Neevie started airing their dirty laundry, because her dad started getting nervous and looking around to see if any of the neighbors were coming over to see what the commotion was about.”
Mari giggled.
“Finally, Neevie’s mom stepped in and started yelling at both of them. Her dad kinda shut up but he jabbed his finger at the cars on the curb. And when they started to leave, I walked forward again and told Neevie we still needed to talk. She glanced back at me all annoyed and said, ‘Not today, Matty!’ I asked her when, and she just yelled over her shoulder, ‘Not today!’” I shrugged. “Neevie and her mom got into her car; she pulled out first and drove away. Her dad gave me one last hateful glare, and then he got in his car and drove off too.”
Mari clutched the pillow to her chest a little tighter, looking a little pale. Belle was staring off into space, and I couldn’t get a read on her emotions.
“Anyways,” I wrapped up. “I walked to the end of the driveway, stared down the road for a while until the cars were out of sight, and tried to collect my thoughts. Then I came over here and you two know the rest.”
Belle nodded, glanced at Mari, and muttered, “Code Blue.”
Mari nodded glumly in response.
My eyeballs clicked back and forth as I stared at first one girl and then the other. “‘Code Blue’?” I asked, not understanding.
Belle had already grabbed the cordless phone from her nightstand and started dialing.
“Girls thing,” Mari explained. “It means drop everything and come over here right away. We’ve only had like… three… ever.”
“Sam?” Belle said into the phone a few moments later. “Sorry to bother; I know you’re busy. Code Blue… Yes, I’m serious. Neevie’s parents just caught her and Matty. They came over to his house and everything. Uh, no, not like that. They didn’t barge into his room or anything. Just outside banging on the door… Yeah, I’ll explain when you get here. Uh-huh… Sure… Yeah… No, we’re at my place… Uh-huh… Oh, and I know Zofi’s at dance practice, but see if you can get ahold of her… Uh-huh… Yeah, Mari’s already here. I’m calling Alice next. Bye.”
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While Belle’s dad was surprised to find the BTC girls in his living room when he came home, he was able to read the room and realize it wasn’t time for any dad jokes. He apologized for intruding and went to put away his things. Meanwhile, the girls took that as their cue to get back home to their own families.
While the other girls said their goodbyes to each other, Belle read my mood and told me she could handle dinner if I just wanted to sit down and hang out. I told her quietly I’d rather go for a walk, actually. Having to sit there for the past couple of hours while five girls discussed the detailed nuances and potential repercussions of having my girlfriend scream her ex-boyfriend’s name while I was plundering her ass and then her parents hauling her away made me long for peace and quiet.
We all made our way out the door. I wore a hoodie jacket and pulled it over my head, folded my arms, and stalked away. The girls just let me go, thankfully, and I shuffled off down the sidewalk.
I was about two houses past my own when I heard the sound of running footsteps catching up to me. From the pace of the impacts, I figured it was a jogger heading for the trail behind the housing tract and just kept my head down. But the footsteps slowed beside me, and I turned in surprise to see Sam.
I had put my hands into the jacket pockets. Sam slipped her arm around my elbow and wound up hugging my left arm. And with a genuinely concerned look on her face, she asked, “You okay?”
“Not really,” I muttered as I kept walking slowly.
“Shouldn’t you go home then?”
“Don’t wanna go home. Just felt like walking.”
“You mind if I stay with you then? I don’t like the idea of you being out and alone right now.”
“I’m kinda done talking about it,” I muttered.
“We don’t need to talk. But let me stay.”
I sighed. I had wanted the solitude, but now that I was out and away from the gaggle of girls and their ceaseless noise, having just one girl with me didn’t seem so bad. Actually, feeling Sam hold me felt pretty good. “Fine,” I finally answered.
Sam walked with me two blocks to the trail access and then the half-mile spur that connected us to the creek. Progress was slower with her holding my arm, not that I was in a hurry to go anywhere. We walked in silence, Sam’s presence feeling rather reassuring, actually. And by the time we reached the creek, my mood didn’t feel quite so oppressive.
It had rained on Saturday night, so the creek was reasonably full. There were big boulders on the embankments, and Sam let go of me so I could move partway down to sit on one while Sam sat on another boulder nearby.
For a while, I thought she’d just let me stare out across the water in silence, leaving me to my own thoughts while simply being around in case I needed her. But after a while, she sat up straight, which drew my attention.
“What are you thinking right now?” she asked quietly.
I took a deep breath, exhaled, and looked up at her. “I’m just really confused.”
“About Neevie screaming her ex-boyfriend’s name during sex?”
“Well, obviously. But more than that.”
“Like what?”
I sighed. “I’ve just been thinking about our entire relationship, from the time that I met her until today. I’m kind of reevaluating everything I thought I knew about my feelings for her back then and her true feelings for me. Like, we all knew she’d had a boyfriend in Ireland, but none of us knew the details about her trying to move in with Conor rather than come to America. For all I know, even now, she’d been trying to maintain that relationship long-distance for however many months so the fact that she couldn’t actually date me because of The Rule was actually a non-starter.”
Sam raised her eyebrows. “It does make you look back at that time through a different lens.”
“Belle said that I reminded Neevie of her ex, and maybe that would explain her instant attraction to me.”
“Maybe.” Sam cocked an eyebrow. “Doesn’t explain your instant attraction to her. I believe the phrase was: ‘The most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen’.”
I recognized the hurt tone in Sam’s voice, and I took a moment to say, “You know you’re beautiful and ridiculously sexy.”
“I know I used to be your favorite masturbation fantasy until Neevie showed up.”
I frowned, wondering how she knew that.
“Belle told me.”
I pursed my lips and rolled my eyes. Rubbing my face, I muttered, “Well, she was new.”
Sam looked at the ground. “I’m sorry. I know this isn’t about me.”
“It’s alright. It just goes back to my own confusion about that time period and trying to separate my true emotions from physical infatuation. Back then, I had no thoughts about falling in love with any of you. I was just getting teased left, right, and center but not really getting anywhere.”
Sam winced. “Sorry about that. It couldn’t have been easy for you.”
I shook my head. “Don’t be. We’ve already had this conversation. I loved it, it brought me closer to all six of you, and it taught all six of you that you could really, really trust me and feel safe with me.”
Sam nodded. “It did.”
“But it also made me very sex-focused. I was constantly getting horny and never having any outlet for it. I thought about sex all the time, and guess which one of you made it the most obvious she wanted to fuck my brains out?”
“Neevie.”
“Exactly. She gave me hope. You didn’t, not really. I actually figured you’d eventually get tired of using me for practice and go seduce the Prom King.”
Sam frowned. “Did I really make you feel used?”
“Well, yeah, but that’s water under the bridge. In the end, you were the first one to cross the line and actually have sex with me, which started off this whole thing and ended up with me getting to be with all of you. I’m never forgetting that. For a boy who could only dream of this sort of thing happening for the past couple of years, it’s been an incredible few months.”
Sam grinned. “Every teenaged boy’s dream.”
“For sure.”
“Until it turned into a nightmare.”
I sighed. “I dunno about a nightmare. Getting caught by her parents was sort of an inevitability. In the back of my head, I always knew we’d eventually get caught.”
“But I’ll bet you weren’t expecting to hear her scream her ex-boyfriend’s name.”
“No, I wasn’t, but looking back, even that makes a sort of logical sense. In fact, the nature of her separation from Conor kind of explains everything, from her joining the BTC to spending all that time flirting with me and even our lack of real intimacy.”
Sam furrowed her eyebrows. “I’m not following.”
“Well this is all pure speculation, of course, but let’s imagine a heartbroken Neevie dragged out of Ireland against her will and parked in a completely new country while still missing her one true love. She’s this ridonkulously gorgeous freckled redhead with an amazing body and big tits and starts getting constantly hit on by every swinging dick at school. You take her in, introduce her to a bunch of similarly hot and busty friends, plus one guy who DIDN’T immediately drool all over her tits or otherwise start undressing her with his eyes.”
Sam snorted. “Don’t give yourself that much credit. I was there when I first brought her over and you DID start undressing her with your eyes.”
I blushed. “Well… maybe. She really WAS the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen at the time. But a while back she told me how she felt about ME that first day we met. She thought I was cute, but nothing that got her panties wet right away. Actually, it was spending an hour watching me maintain my self-control while the rest of you teased the hell out of me that really appealed to her. She told me she didn’t stay with the BTC for you, she stayed for me.”
“Well that part I knew. She’s always wanted you.”
“Maybe she wanted me BECAUSE she couldn’t have me. She must’ve still been getting over Conor, and maybe even considered it a form of cheating to move on from him so soon. She never paid other guys any attention, never dated or tried to date. Because of the The Rule, she could let out her sexual desires without them actually going anywhere. She could flirt and fantasize and rub herself up against me without worrying she’d ever actually cheat on Conor’s memory, because I was 'safe' Matty and would never cross that line.”
“Until you two DID cross the line.”
“Because YOU crossed the line first. But that was what, five or six months later? By then, she’d been away from Conor long enough to have moved on emotionally, or at least let herself believe she had. And only then did she finally give in to the feelings for me that had been growing all along.”
Sam nodded. “Makes sense.”
I raised my eyebrows. “But unleashing all that pent-up sexual tension that had been building ever since we met didn’t resolve her emotional issues. I don’t think she’s ever stopped loving him. I don’t think she ever truly loved me. And I’m not sure I ever truly loved her, either.”
“Don’t say that. Don’t try to dismiss what you two had just because she hurt you.” Sam frowned at me. “Neevie LOVED you. And you loved her. We all could see it.”
“Did she?”
“It was OBVIOUS.”
“The physical chemistry was obvious. Yes, we were all over each other every time we saw each other. The sex was INCREDIBLE, and once we started our relationship, I’ll readily admit I craved to be around her 24/7 and missed her terribly whenever we were apart.” I sat up straight and looked over at her. “But love? I really don’t know. Now maybe it’s a function of her parents’ ridiculous weekend and evening lockdowns, but Neevie and I really didn’t ever take the time to build emotional intimacy. And I already told Belle I had doubts about whether or not we were built for the long run.”
“Seriously?”
I nodded and gestured between Sam and myself. “This conversation we’re having right now? It’s already deeper and more emotionally honest than any conversation I’ve ever had with Neevie; she would’ve started peeling my clothes off like ten minutes ago. Ninety percent of our time alone together was spent fucking each other’s brains out. The other ten percent was spent talking about how much we wanted to fuck each other’s brains out. And whenever we were apart, whenever I missed her all I could think about was how much I wanted us to be fucking each other’s brains out. We had the emotional depth of a teaspoon.”
Sam frowned. “You’re overstating things a bit, aren’t you?”
I shrugged. “She was a great girlfriend. We had lots of fun together. But when I look back at how much we really gave each other emotionally…” I shook my head and sighed. “We had no real future together.”
“I’m hearing a lot of past tense. You say that like your relationship is already over.”
“I suppose it already is.” I shrugged. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not blaming her. I’m not even really mad at her. I sincerely believe Neevie didn’t do this on purpose and never meant to hurt me. But she’s still in love with Conor. Her parents are never going to let her see me again anyway. We haven’t formalized it yet, and don’t tell any of the girls until I can talk to Neevie first, but… yeah, it’s over.”
Saying those words aloud hit me in the gut, and I felt bile in the back of my mouth. I scowled, looked away, and had to pause to collect myself.
Sam leaned forward, reaching out far enough to wipe from my cheek the tear that I hadn’t even realized was there.
I inhaled sharply, took a deep breath, and collected myself. I wouldn’t shed any more tears over this. Just then, my stomach growled rather loudly.
Sam barked a quick laugh and stood up. Reaching one hand down to me, she asked, “C’mon. Let’s go get something to eat.”
Food sounded great. I took her hand, let her pull me up to my feet, and we started on the trail back.
After walking back to my house, Sam had me hop into her SUV and she drove us out to get Chinese food. I was emotionally drained and only ate half my meal, but she kept my spirits up with pleasant conversation and eventually drove me home. But after she parked in my driveway, I found that I didn’t want to open the door and get out.
Sam caught my hesitation, and after a few seconds, she gave me a look of concern and asked, “You okay?”
I took a deep breath and muttered to the dashboard, “I don’t really want to be alone right now.”
Sam promptly turned off the engine and opened her door.
I turned quickly and said, “Oh, no, I didn’t mean that as a request. I know you’ve got a super-busy schedule and I’ve taken up too much of your time on a school day already.”
Sam had already stepped down onto the driveway and looked back at me. “It’s fine. For you, I’ve got all the time in the world.” She stepped back, closed the door, and came around to my side.
Sam opened the door and looked at me expectantly. I finally unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped down from the car. Once I let us both into the house, she took me by the hand and led me up to my bedroom.
Despite the fact that Sam’s shapely ass swayed left and right as she escalated the stairs ahead of me, my head was in a weird place and I wasn’t really paying attention to it. She got my attention a moment later though, when she turned to face me, unzipped my jacket, and then started pulling it off my shoulders. I looked at her curiously, not understanding what was going on just yet, but when she started tugging my shirt up, I grabbed her wrists and asked, “What are you doing?”
The gorgeous platinum blonde smiled. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
“You appear to be taking off my clothes.”
Sam dropped her hands, so I let go of her wrists. “Fine,” she said. “You take off your clothes. I’ll take off mine.”
“This isn’t what I meant when I said I didn’t really want to be alone. I’m not asking you to… take care of me.”
“I know you’re not asking.” She leaned forward and gently kissed my lips. “I want to take care of you.”
“Sam…”
“You’ll feel a lot better after. And I’ll feel better after.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled me close while sealing her lips over mine.
What followed was not the greatest lovemaking session of all time or anything remotely close. But she felt very comfortable and I felt quite comforted. She rode on top of me doing nothing more than slowly undulating forward and backwards a few inches at a time. Fifteen minutes later, sweet and loving Sam quietly came without picking up speed or getting any real direct stimulation. I could see it in the way her eyes fluttered as she gasped in surprise when it snuck up on her. When her clenching cunt constricted around my cock, her orgasm triggered mine. And I made one final upward thrust, exhaling in unconditional relief as I spent myself deep within her welcoming body.
She was right.
I felt better.
****
Sam and I had just the one round of lovemaking before getting dressed and heading downstairs. Mother had arrived, and the two of them chatted as per usual for a Monday evening. But Mother took note of my somber demeanor, and Sam glanced at me for permission before telling her that Naimh and I more or less broke up today.
In a surprisingly maternal reaction, Mother walked over and gave me a hug. I didn’t know how to react at first, and it took me a few moments before I closed my arms to return the hug.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked with genuine concern.
“Uh, not really,” I grumbled. “I’m kinda done talking about it today, but Sam knows everything if you want to ask her.”
Mother nodded understandingly and gave me a wan smile. She released me, and I told the ladies I was going upstairs to do my homework.
Sam came to my bedroom an hour and a half later and found me with my forehead down on top of my U.S. History textbook, not getting a whole lot accomplished. I didn’t move as she approached, knelt down next to my chair, and just sort of slowly stroked my head for a bit and then turned it into a one-handed neck rub. I closed my eyes and sighed, feeling myself relax at her tender touch. And eventually, she leaned forward far enough to kiss my cheek and say quietly, “Come on.”
I turned my head to look at her and asked, “Where are we going?”
She remained silently mysterious and pulled on my arm until I turned my chair and got up. When she started tugging my shirt up, I didn’t grab her wrists or ask what she was doing; I just let her remove my shirt. She undressed me completely until I stood naked before her. Then she gave me a seductive smile and silently disrobed herself as well. The sexy, stacked blonde didn’t make a big show of it, nor was she coy; she merely took her clothes off as casually as if she were alone in her own bedroom. And then she took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom.
We didn’t have shower sex, nor did she even start up any real foreplay. Sam squirted shampoo into her hands and gave me a bit of a scalp massage while cleaning my hair. She lathered body wash all over me and then grabbed the detachable handle to rinse me off while I braced myself against the wall. She even rubbed facewash into my forehead, cheeks, and chin. And once she was done with me, she matter-of-factly cleaned herself up as well.
I kept my hands to myself for the first time ever when taking a shower with a beautiful naked girl, although the sight of her spectacular body covered with streaks of soap and bubbles could make a dead man sprout an erection. I was no different, although she didn’t pay extra attention to my cock, even while drying it off. In the end she led me naked to my bed, pulled back the covers, and tucked me in. But just when I started to think she might kiss me goodnight, get dressed, and head home, she circled around to the other side of the bed, raised the covers, and slid in beside me.
Throwing a leg over mine, Sam cuddled up against my side, cradled my cheek, and started kissing me softly. I was feeling pleasantly relaxed, and despite our nudity, I didn’t expect anything after the methodical nature of our shower. At this point, I figured Sam just wanted to make sure I was comfortable and content, distracting me away from my troubles so I could get a good night’s sleep. But then soft kisses turned into firmer kisses. Firm kisses turned into passionate kisses. And when my hands came alive and started to roam all over her spectacularly naked body, Sam broke our lip-lock, gave me a grin, and then slid backwards down underneath the covers.
I moaned the moment she took me into her hot, moist mouth. I held her head and tightened my fingers when she started to deep-throat me. When I grunted and clenched my Kegels at the edge of orgasm, she finally stopped, popped off, and gave the tip of my prick a gentle kiss. And then she slowly slithered her way back up my body, dragging those miraculously amazing big tits along my belly, chest, and face before straddling my hips, aiming my prick, and slowly sinking herself down.
Our lovemaking this time was rather more intense than earlier in the evening. She stared deeply into my eyes with an intensity that surprised me, a stormy riot of emotions that I couldn’t quite read. She fucked me hard, humping her body with a sudden urgency and grinding her clit down against my pelvis bone as if desperately seeking her release.
Yanking her down so that her big tits were crushed down against my face, I grabbed the sides of her big tits and mashed them around my cheeks. I motorboated myself in her melons before turning to first suckle and then bite down gently on her nipple.
Sam groaned at the sensation. “Ohhh, fuck, Matty… Ohhh-- EEEEYYYAAAHHH!” she squealed when I abruptly let fly with my right hand to spank her buttcheek.
“EEEEYYYAAAHHH!” she squealed again when I spanked the other one. So I just kept going.
“EEEEYYYAAAHHH! EEEEYYYAAAHHH! EEEEYYYAAAHHH!”
When her asscheeks were bright pink, her pussy started vibrating around my invading prick. Sensing her approach to orgasm, I raised my knees to plant my feet on the mattress, which gave me leverage to really piston my prick up and down within her pussy. I put my abs to work joining my bigger leg muscles, really thrusting my rocket skyward to penetrate her sweet pussy over and over again. And I was rewarded a minute later when she buried her face into the pillow beside me, muffling her orgasmic scream as she clenched up and came on my big fat cock.
“Mmmmmmmffffffffffcccccccckkkkkk!!!”
My lover was satisfied. Now it was my turn.
I rolled the busty blonde off me and flipped myself over. Raising her right leg vertically up my chest, I straddled her left leg and re-inserted my dick into her wet box. The position let my right hand play with her tits for her pleasure and my entertainment, and my left hand gripped her asscheek to keep her in position while also allowing my long middle finger to lightly buzz her anus. I pounded my lover in that orthogonal position, watching the way she whimpered and moaned while clutching the bedsheets.
“Matty… Matty… Matty…” she crooned my name like the word itself was an aphrodisiac.
When I shifted my right hand down to play with her clit, she shivered in a way that made me speed up. And when I judged her to be closing in on her next orgasm, I popped my middle finger into her ass.
“FUCK! FUCK! FFFFFUUUUUUCCCKKK!!!” Sam screamed and shuddered and actually squirted a little honey onto my right hand. I fucked her all through her climax, intent on maximizing her pleasure. And when she finally came down from her momentary high, she looked up at me and said, “Fuck my face, Matty.”
“Um, yes please?”
My eyes lit up, and I pulled out of her pussy while Sam piled the pillows to prop up her head before beckoning me to her. I parked my knees to either side of her shoulders and reached up to hold onto the top of my own headboard. She grabbed my ass and physically pulled me forward, forcing my big throbbing dick all the way into her throat. I leaned forward, driving the back of her head into the pillow behind her, and held that position looking down while she stared back up at me. And just when her eyes started to water, I pulled all the way back out to let her breathe.
And then I fucked her face.
I pounded the beautiful busty babe’s face as hard as I’d fucked her pussy. “Fuck… yeah… Sam…” I grunted with each thrust. “So… fucking… GOOD…”
She made little “glug, glug, glug” noises as I repeatedly entered and exited her throat, never letting up from my rhythmic pounding until she choked and coughed. Then, I would pull out for a minute, let her catch her breath, and then I’d grab the back of her head and yank it right up against my crotch once more.
“Love… fucking… your face… Ungh!” I grunted happily.
She didn’t have to put up with it for long. A minute later, I started grunting, “Fuck!… Gonna… Cum!”
Sam dug her fingernails into my asscheeks and pulled me flush up against her face so that she was practically making out with the base of my dick. It was too much for me to handle, so I groaned, “Sam! Sam! I’m gonna! AAARRRRGGGHH!!!”
I felt my rectum clench and my balls tighten as I squeezed out the first spurt straight into her stomach. I curled my abs and clenched again, blasting a second burst. Only then did she pull me out far enough so she could powerfully suck my shaft with her mouth to slurp out every last drop I could give her. And in the end, she tilted her head back, gave me a goofy grin, and gaped her mouth open to show me the pool of cream she’d collected on her tongue.
After she swallowed, I turned and dropped my ass down onto the bed beside her, sitting up against the headboard. Sam rolled over and climbed into my lap, face-to-face. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled me close, and gave me a fierce kiss. And when she finally pulled back, she set her forehead down against mine and sighed.
“I love you, Matty.”
My heart hurt for just a moment. I stroked her upper arms but sighed and said, “I wanna say it back, but I’m afraid I don’t know what love is anymore.”
“That’s okay; you don’t have to. I know you love me and all the girls, including Neevie. We all feel it, even if today you can’t define it.” She nuzzled my nose and added, “I just want you know that I’ll be here for you when and if you need me. Anytime. I know I haven’t been around that much lately. I’ve let myself get sucked into too many things, too many responsibilities. Of all the girls in the BTC, I realize I’m the one who spends the least amount of time with you.”
“You don’t need to apologize.”
“I do. You’re important to me, and I don’t think I’ve been doing enough lately to make sure you know that.”
“I know it. You’re here for me now, aren’t you?”
“Damn straight I am.” She kissed me again.
But just when the passion started building up again, Sam abruptly tore her mouth away from mine and climbed off my lap. I wondered where she was going, but she just sat on the edge of my bed and reached for the phone on the nightstand. Picking up the handset, she dialed quickly and then put the receiver to her ear.
I looked at her quizzically while the phone rang. She just winked and then focused on the handset. A moment later, the line connected and I faintly heard a female voice answer with one word that I had to assume was, “Hello?”
“Hey, Mum,” Sam greeted in that alluring accent. “I just wanted to let you know I’m not coming home tonight. I’m staying with Matty.”
Sam turned her head slightly, enough that I couldn’t make out the words of her mom’s response. In the meantime, I popped my eyebrows in surprise. Sam had told me long ago that she was honest with her mom about the boys she’d slept with, and I’d known since before Valentine’s Day that her mom was aware she was using me as a booty call.
“Yes, I know…” Sam was saying in response to her mom’s question. A moment later, she added, “No, it’s nothing like that. We’re not about to start dating or anything.”
I leaned back against the headboard, feeling quite relieved. I’d already figured Sam wasn’t intent on kindling a new serious relationship, but it was still a relief for her to say it out loud.
“I’ll tell you about it later. And of course, don’t tell Dad.” Sam laughed at that last part. “Uh-huh… Yes, of course… Uh-huh… Love you too. Bye.”
Sam hit the button on the phone to hang up, and then set the handset down its cradle. Glancing back at me over her shoulder, she gave me a coy smile.
I wasn’t convinced yet. “How is she gonna manage to not tell your dad you’re not coming home tonight?”
“Oh, he’s in New York at a medical conference this week. Not that I’d ever wish a breakup on a friend, but the timing did work out in our favor.”
“Well, I suppose there’s a silver lining.”
“Yup. And now that that’s out of the way…” she began playfully while crawling back across the bed and into my lap. Once again wrapping her arms around my neck, she leaned forward and quickly pecked my lips. “Let’s take our time, lover. We have all night.”
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Sam and I didn’t spend ALL night having sex or anything, but we did take our time. We wore each other out, really, and fell asleep early in each other’s arms with my last load of sperm still soaking into her womb.
I had a weird dream that night that I didn’t understand at the time, although in hindsight I suppose it was pretty obvious. I walked through the middle of a picturesque park with verdant green grass and shimmering blue ponds, with the sounds of tweeting birds all around. Fluffy white clouds floated across the sun-filled sky, and all was wonderful in the world. Six pretty birds in different colors flew over to me. They fluttered around me while I sat cross-legged on the grass, just watching them fly. One-by-one, each bird approached, sometimes landing on my leg for a brief moment before flitting off, or buzzing in a circle around my head before darting back to a safe distance. Over and over each bird approached and departed, but after a while one bird, the bright yellow one with a dark brown belly, landed on my outstretched left palm, tapped my thumb with its beak, and then braced itself as if waiting for my fingers to close around it.
I didn’t. I kept my palm open, reassuring the little yellow bird that I wouldn’t capture it. So the yellow bird settled down in my palm, fluffed its feathers, and chirped at me.
The orange bird with green highlights was next. It landed on my right palm and cheeped in annoyance at the first bird.
Next, the red bird came in and landed on my left knee. It hopped away only moments later, circled around, and then returned, cooing happily. The purple bird flew away almost immediately afterward, leaving the group and disappearing high up in the branches of a nearby tree.
A brown bird landed on my right knee soon after, wiggling its tail feathers joyously. The purple bird then returned, circling at a distance.
Eventually the blue bird came in, circled around, and landed on my left hand next to the yellow one. At last, the purple bird hovered before my face, stationary like a hummingbird even though it didn’t have a hummingbird’s wings. It danced around for a bit, checking me out, before finally circling around behind my head and coming to rest on my right shoulder.
Just then, though, a black cat approached with glowing green eyes. Upon closer inspection, the cat’s irises were tiny moving flames just like that of Maleficent’s fire from Sleeping Beauty. It rowred at my pretty birds, and the red bird was the first to fly away. I tried to bring in my hands and knees to form a protective shield of my body against the invading predator. But all of a sudden that cat was inside the shield, between my knees and thrusting its paw at my little birdies. One-by-one, each bird flew away while I desperately tried to get them back, but before I could, I awoke in a cold sweat of fear.
For a second, I thought the cat had followed me from the dream world to the real world, its flame green eyes staring at me from the darkness of my bedroom. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, and when I opened them again, the cat was gone.
Shaking my head, I tried to shake the cobwebs from my brain and looked down at Sam’s sleeping form beside me. In the dim illumination she was an angel of pale brightness, and my heart warmed just to see her in my bed. I quickly spooned up behind her, pulled the covers up and over our shoulders. I slid my arm around her naked body and filled my palm with one of her incredibly full breasts. And after setting my cheek against her bare shoulder, I sighed in contentment and felt the inky blackness of slumber fill my mind once again.
But just before I fell asleep, I could’ve sworn I heard my bedroom door latch shut.
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A stray beam of sunlight woke me up. The curtains had been shut, but there was a half-inch of space between them, and at this very time on this very date, the sun’s rays came through at just the right angle to hit me right in the eyes.
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 myself against my lover’s back, with nothing separating our two naked bodies from each other. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the large breast I was currently palming. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed.
Breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her platinum-blonde hair, smelling her sweet fragrance. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into her bare-bottomed ass, but not wanting to wake her, I forced myself to stop dry humping her ass and calm down.
But then I remembered something Sam told me the night I’d literally grabbed her off my front porch and fucked her in the living room the night after freaking out about her going on some non-date with the law school son of one of Mother’s business partners. She’d told me she didn’t have time to be my girlfriend, but at the same time she wanted to stay up late cuddling in my arms and get abruptly woken up when my fat cock pushed into her pussy from behind, still slick from the load I’d dumped inside her the night before.
Well, we’d stayed up late cuddling in each other’s arms. And that meant she wanted to get abruptly woken up when my fat cock pushed into her from behind, still slick from the load I’d dumped in her last night… right?
Seemed like a good idea to me.
Still, I didn’t want to take chances, so as tempting as it was to just split Sam’s buttcheeks, notch my dick between her pussy lips, and ram myself in, I didn’t do that. Instead, I reluctantly removed my right hand from her big breast and brought it between her legs. Sam slept on her left side, her right knee forward, which actually gave me an angle to slip my hand between her thighs from behind. With my palm on her ass, I probed with my middle finger, felt around for her wet slit, and gently pushed the digit inside.
The buxom blonde beauty inhaled at the slight penetration but didn’t stir. I coated my fingertip in what moisture I could find, pulled out, and then traced my finger up her labia until I could nudge the tip against her clit, much in the way I’d already practiced with Belle, only this time I was reaching northwards from below her butt instead of southwards from above. Sam shivered slightly as I teased her love button, but she didn’t wake. So I repeated the maneuver again and again.
It did feel like Sam’s pussy was pretty slick, whether from my leftover semen or her own arousal I couldn’t know for sure. I also knew I wouldn’t have to work as hard to open her up as I would have with Belle, so after only a couple minutes of lubing her up with her own natural fluids, I slid myself a little further down the bed and took my cock in hand.
Because her hips were rolled forward with her right knee extended, I actually had to get up on my knees to get a good angle rather than just slide myself in from a spooning position. Notching my mushroom head against her wet labia, I got myself center and pressed forward just a bit. I had only one chance at this, and I didn’t want to miss.
Sam’s eyes stayed shut, but she inhaled sharply as I pushed the first two inches in. I swiftly buried the rest without difficulty, finding her channel to be quite snug but also slick enough to permit me. And only then did her eyelids fly open as she reached back and dug her fingernails into my thigh at my sudden penetration.
“Holy SHIT!” Sam gasped as she abruptly awoke.
“Good morning,” I murmured from just above her right cheek, still on my knees as my surprise insertion twisted her a bit so that our two bodies formed a narrow X-shape. I flexed my dick inside her for emphasis.
Two seconds later, Sam started laughing. “You remembered!” she remarked cheerily before turning to grab my head and pull it down so she could kiss me.
“I did.” I replied between smacks. And then I kept my lips firmly pressed for a solid minute while we made love with our tongues.
But after that minute, I started pumping my hips. Sam moaned, closed her eyes again, and reached out with her right hand to grip the edge of the mattress for leverage to undulate her hips and fuck back at me. I pivoted without pulling out, lifting her midsection by her pelvic bones and then snatching a pillow to slide under her belly to improve my angle of entry. Sam now lay face-down with the pillow propping her up. Her legs remained closed together, a position that squeezed her pussy tight while also preventing me from getting super-deep. But I pumped through that wonderfully constricting channel with shallow, short thrusts. And I kissed my lover’s shoulders from behind before nibbling on her neck while reaching both palms beneath her body so I could grab both tits and use them as handholds to really hammer her.
It was a school day, and Sam would still have to hurry home to change and grab her bag, so I knew we didn’t have a lot of time. I fucked her in that position for only a minute or so before splitting her knees to either side, putting my own knees between them, and finally hoisting her back into a regular doggy-style position. This way I could reach around and rub her clit while getting my dick in deeper. And when I started spanking her ass, she REALLY got into it, shuddered, and screamed out her orgasmic release.
A minute later, I slammed forward one final time, blasting a fresh load of sperm to join the load I’d dumped in her the night before.
Sam’s forearms collapsed, although she kept her ass up in the air. After I pulled out and flopped onto my back, she flipped over as well, reached inside her own sodden snatch, and scooped out a few globs of cum to pop into her mouth. She swallowed them with relish while giving me a naughty wink. But then she checked the clock, grabbed a few tissues to blot herself up, and said, “Sorry, sugar. I gotta go.”
I nodded. “See you at school?”
“Of course. Can’t wait.” She gave me a beaming smile, kissed my lips, and then got off the bed to get dressed in a hurry. A couple of minutes later, the roar of her SUV’s engine carried up from the driveway, and I went to the window to watch her drive away.
Only then did I remember who ELSE I might see at school.
My girlfriend.
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