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The Big Tits Club: Chapter 32
🕑 Added 2021-04-30 15:00:06 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 32: Valentines II --
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I’d had two girls in the shower with me before, and it had been a tight squeeze. Putting THREE girls in there with me did NOT really fit, but it was admittedly quite fun to try. It was basically impossible to turn around without rubbing against a hot babe’s naked body, which isn’t exactly a bad thing. It certainly made for easy access to fondle boobs, butts, and pussies left right and center. And it felt like there was a hand on my dick at all times.
Thankfully, none of the girls tried to get me off. Already two ejaculations down, we all knew that Belle, Sam, and Zofi would be expecting me to still perform in a couple of hours, so once everybody got cleaned up enough, we exited the shower and started getting dressed.
The girls had actually packed regular clothing, which made perfect sense since they couldn’t exactly return to their families dressed like slutty video game vixens. Alice and Mari gave me warm kisses, wished me their Happy Valentines again, and headed home. The rest of the afternoon would be for my girlfriend and me.
At first, everything seemed great. The gorgeous redhead’s idea of “regular clothing” meant a tight short-sleeved t-shirt that left four inches of her belly bare and super-short cotton shorts that exposed a couple inches of her ass as well. We headed back downstairs to cuddle on the couch, which meant me sitting lengthwise with my back against the corner and my beautiful young Valentine reclining back against my chest but twisted enough that we could just turn our heads and start making out, which we started doing almost immediately.
But five minutes into the makeout session, Naimh abruptly tore her lips away muttering, “Stop-stop-stop.”
I blinked in surprise but didn’t pursue her. I took a deep breath, gave my girlfriend a curious look, and waited her out.
“Matty, we should talk.”
I knew immediately that this would not be good. I didn’t have a whole lot of relationship experience, but I instinctively knew that no man ever wants to hear the words ‘we should talk’. But all I could do was respond dumbly, “Uh, okay…”
“It’s not that I don’t want to make out with you. One look at your face and… okay, just a little more.” She grabbed my head, seared her lips across mine, and we got back to passionately Frenching like the world was going to end.
But after less than a minute, she tore her lips away and muttered once more, “Okay, stop-stop-stop.”
I sighed and waited her out again.
My horny redhead blew a puff of air straight up her face that made one of her bangs blow back a bit and took a deep breath. Holding up a finger in a clear ‘Don’t say anything’ gesture, she composed herself, contemplated her words, and then began, “I wanna start kissing you, which is gonna make me wanna fuck you, which is gonna wear you out before the other three girls get here, which is gonna make it my fault if they don’t get to have the fantastic Valentine’s foursome that we just had.”
I grimaced and nodded, conceding, “You’re probably right.”
“And besides,” she continued, “it feels like all you and I ever do is fuck each other’s brains out. Which - don’t get me wrong - I absolutely LOVE that we’re always fucking each other’s brains out. You’re just so GOOD and the way you make me FEEL and just thinking about it makes me… MMPH!”
Okay, that one was my fault. She was just so freaking sexy and gorgeous and CLEARLY inviting me to kiss her so I started kissing her and we spent two more minutes making out before she tore her lips away and muttered, “Stop, Matty! Stop!”
I let go of her head and pulled my head back, raising my hands defensively. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing. You apologize too much.”
I winced. “I’ve heard that before.”
“Where was I?”
“You were saying how good I am at fucking you, which, if we’re paying compliments, I have to say that it’s YOU who’s freaking amazing at sex, and I should know. I’m regularly hooking up with six girls right now and you are just… I mean… WOW.”
Naimh preened at the compliment, blushed pink, and asked me coyly, “Really?”
I mimed my mind being blown by making the explosion sound effect and slowly drawing both hands away from my skull out to the sides, with my fingers opening up and spreading apart. “That’s not to knock the other girls. They each have their special talents and features but you are the total package.”
Rather than look pleased, Naimh whimpered and pursed her lips. “You’re gonna make me fuck you again right now.”
I blinked. “And that’s a bad thing?”
“Valentine’s. Friends. Don’t ruin the plan.”
I screwed up my face and ogled her big tits tightly encased in the t-shirt. “I think I can still manage for them if we go another round. Or at least lemme go down on you. You’re clearly jonesing for another orgasm and you might think better once you’ve gotten that out of the way.”
“I… oh… fuckit.” She hurriedly yanked her shorts and panties down to reveal her neatly red-trimmed beaver. I slipped off the couch, yanked her bare-naked ass up to the edge, and started feasting. At the same time, I rubbed her clit with my thumb and popped my pinky into her ass. And about five minutes later my girlfriend shrieked and dumped a fresh load of honey all over my face.
I let her recover while I got up and headed into the kitchen to clean myself up. By the time I returned, she’d pulled her shorts back up and sat at the opposite end of the couch, her legs pulled under her with her knees together and her elbow braced against the backrest.
Sensing that she’d appreciate a little physical distance so as not to get further distracted, I sat back in my original corner so that we were separated by a few feet. Popping my eyebrows, I smirked at her a bit while she looked a little flushed from her latest orgasm.
“You enjoyed that,” she remarked coquettishly.
“I enjoy pleasing my girlfriend, yes I do.”
“And I enjoy pleasing my boyfriend, but you’re distracting me again.”
“Sorry.”
“This is the point. We’re SOOO compatible sexually that all we ever do is fuck. We can never keep our hands off each other long enough to have a serious conversation and I’m starting to get worried about it.”
I blinked. “Worried?”
“Is this all there is to our relationship? Sex, sex, and more sex?”
I blinked. “You want to have less sex?”
“No, but I’d like to have more intimacy. I’d like to have a few more conversations. I’d like to have a little more romance like that amazing day you had with Zofi.”
“I’d like those things, too.”
“Then why don’t we?”
“Because the only times I’m allowed to see you are weekday afternoons when there are other girls around. Unless you think we should ask them to give us at least one day a week alone together.”
“No,” Naimh replied immediately, frowning and rubbing her forehead. “I always swore I would never keep you from the girls, and they’re used to their study breaks.”
“Then we find a way to see each other on weekends or evenings. That means one of two things.”
“Two?”
“Well obviously, option one is convincing your parents to let you out.”
“Never gonna happen. What’s the second option?”
I shrugged. “Telling your parents, ‘Imigh leat!’.”
Naimh furrowed her eyebrows. “Where did you learn that phrase?”
“On the internet. It means ‘fuck off’ or something, right?”
“Basically.”
“You’re eighteen. They can’t legally ground you.”
“They can legally kick me out of their house if I don’t obey them.”
“Then you can move in here.” I spread my arms out. “It’s not like we’re short on room.”
“You’re talking crazy now.”
I grinned. “You’re telling me it’s not tempting to live here twenty-four/seven? We could fuck all day and cuddle together all night, every night. And hey, I’m pretty sure I physically wouldn’t be able to maintain an erection the entire time we’d be together, so there would be plenty of opportunity for that intimacy and romance you were complaining about us lacking.”
Naimh stared at me incredulously, frowning but blinking and apparently giving it some honest thought.
“I realize it’s super drastic, but even if you aren’t ready for that kind of commitment or anything and don’t want to take the nuclear option of walking out on your family,” I continued. “Maybe just the threat of doing it would make your parents relax and compromise – meet you in the middle. Maybe they would at least let you meet up with your boyfriend on weekends and Friday nights like… you know… NORMAL parents?”
Taking a deep breath, Naimh closed her eyes and covered her face with both hands. “Matty…” she groaned, sounding in a lot more anguish than I would’ve expected over this sort of hypothetical conversation.
Confused, I cocked my head to the side and gave her a curious look. “What?”
Dropping her hands away, Naimh exhaled slowly and opened her emerald green eyes. She stared at me with a mixed apology on her face as well as fear. And after pursing her lips and taking another deep breath, she exhaled slowly and said, “I can’t do that to my parents.”
She shook her head, sighed, and added, “Not again.”
****
At first, Naimh just fidgeted with her fingers, but after a minute of trying to gather her thoughts, she had to get up and start pacing around the family room instead. Once on the move, she glanced back at me, explaining, “Dad got this job here in the States and told me we were moving. But I was in love and impetuous and I didn’t want to leave Conor. So I told my parents they could fly off to America and I’d stay behind to live with Conor’s family.” Naimh paused and grimaced at me. “They didn’t take the idea very well.”
“I’ll bet.”
Naimh sighed and continued pacing. “Dad said I was still his daughter and I had no choice in the matter. When they made it clear we were moving to America whether I liked it or not, I told them, ‘Imigh leat!’. Not verbatim, but you get the idea.”
I nodded.
“I packed a bag and stormed out of the house.” Naimh sighed. “Conor’s parents were surprised and, honestly, rather sympathetic to my parents. But he and I threatened to BOTH move out and find an apartment together, and they agreed to let me stay for a while… at least until we got things sorted. At the time, I was convinced I was going to stay with him forever.”
I frowned, thinking about what Mari had told me about Naimh still missing her boyfriend back in Ireland. I used to think he was just another teenaged boy she’d dated for a while. To realize how close they’d actually been made me stop and think about the strength of my own relationship with her.
“Dad wanted to get the authorities involved,” she continued. “He was all about barking orders, citing my age and how I had no legal right to refuse him. I insisted that even if he somehow forced me to come home and move, I’d fly back to Ireland as soon as I turned eighteen and never speak to him again for the rest of my life. Mam wanted to talk to me though, and she got through to me in a way Dad couldn’t. I missed my family. Dad could be hard, but he’s still my dad. I loved being with Conor, but in the end I was literally forced to choose between him and my parents. And when it all came down to it…”
She paused, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.
“You chose your parents,” I finished for her.
Wiping away the tears trickling down her cheeks, Naimh swallowed thickly and nodded.
“And if you were able to let go of Conor to keep your family, there’s no way you’d leave them to come live with me.”
Naimh frowned. “It’s not about you, Matty.”
“No, I’m sorry if that came out wrong; I never meant to imply this was about me. I just meant: it’s clear that your relationship with Conor meant a great deal to you, and you’re still feeling the pain of losing him even now. The sex we have is incredible, but so far that’s the extent of our relationship, and I already know what you feel for me can’t compare to what you felt for him. Maybe not even to what you still feel for him.
Naimh sighed. “Conor had been my best friend since we were eight. I’ve known you for less than a year. I’m not trying to compare the two of you.”
I nodded. “I’m sorry for suggesting you abandon your family to come live with me. It was an off-the-cuff suggestion.”
“You had no idea my history with my parents and me. You don’t need to apologize.”
“Still, I can be sorry for hurting you, even if unintentionally.”
Naimh exhaled, folded her arms across her chest, and shook her head. “When Dad realized I had fallen in love, it brought up the old wounds. He’s still hurt that I chose to leave home in the first place, which is why he put me on lockdown. He’s testing me to see if I’ll obey him or rebel. And to be honest, he already suspects that the boy I’m seeing is you. You’re the only one he knows I’ve spent any time with because of the Tahoe trip.”
“So what’s the plan then? Stay under your dad’s thumb and try to work a relationship without weekends, evenings, or any real alone time? Wait until he relaxes a bit, convince him you’re not going to abandon the family just because you’re an 18-year-old girl who wants to date, and hope he’ll let up on the moratorium before you go to college?”
Naimh shook her head. “That’s just it. He’s already said his deadline is when I go off to college. He said that even though I’m eighteen, as long as I live under his roof he doesn’t want me dating again. To him, it’s only asking for a few months for me to remain his baby bird before I fly off and leave the nest.”
“Those may be the only months we have.”
“I know.” She looked pained.
“And there’s no chance we can convince him to let you date me?”
She shook her head.
“But you’re okay with hiding me from them?”
“Well I’m not breaking up with you.”
I exhaled slowly. “We’re soooo gonna get caught.”
“Maybe. But that’s my risk, not really yours.”
“I guess.” I took another deep breath and exhaled slowly. “So it looks like we’re stuck with this routine. Weekday afternoons when we can. No nights or weekends. You realize we never even got to see the sunset the way you wanted?”
She closed her eyes and looked ready to cry. “Yeah, I know. But it’s better than not seeing you at all. I’ll take what I can get.”
“If that’s really the case, I think that asking the girls for one afternoon a week alone together really isn’t asking for so much. They’ll understand.”
Naimh pursed her lips. “Maybe you’re right.”
“I know I am. But we’ll make the best of this. We’ll make time to have these kinds of conversations. We’ll make time to explore our intimacy in ways that don’t involve my big dick pounding into one of your holes.”
“Your fat, amazing, ecstasy-inducing cock plunging deep into my body over and over and over again.” Naimh smirked and pulled her eyes away from my crotch. She stared at the ceiling, muttering, “Valentine’s. Friends. Don’t ruin the plan.”
I chuckled and sighed. “I love you, Neevie. I want to make this relationship work. I don’t know yet if we’re gonna be forever or just until the BTC goes its separate ways at the end of the year. I don’t know if I’m ever going to make you feel the same depth of love you felt for Conor. But we started this relationship understanding that we wanted to make the most of what time we have, that neither of us wanted to regret not at least trying. So I’m trying. And I enjoy what we have so far, don’t you?”
She gave me a soft smile. “You know I do.”
I opened up my arms to her, and she swiftly came to cuddle up against me.
“I love you, too, Matty. Even if we’re limited on time, we’re gonna make this work.”
I rubbed her spine and kissed the top of her head. “Yes, we are.”
****
Being a weekday, I still went over to Belle’s house to make dinner. She took note of my contemplative state, asked what was going on, and I wound up explaining everything about Naimh, her parents, and her ex-boyfriend Conor.
Belle pursed her lips. “Neevie said way back in the beginning that you reminded her of him. Maybe that explains the instant attraction.”
I popped my eyebrows. “So I’m her rebound?”
Belle snorted. “You didn’t get together until she’d been here for what, eight months? If her feelings were nothing more than a rebound, she wouldn’t have stayed infatuated with you for that long.”
“I suppose.”
Belle didn’t look convinced by my answer. I didn’t feel convinced by my answer. She stopped to wash her hands and then came over to wrap her arms around my midsection, hugging me tightly and pressing her cheek into my chest. I immediately felt better for the hug, sighed as I relaxed, and rubbed her head tenderly.
Belle looked up at me but didn’t release her hug. “It sounds like what Neevie had with her ex-boyfriend was very special, and it hurt her a lot to move away to a different country. No doubt a piece of her heart still belongs to him. But I know that she genuinely cares about you and sincerely wants your relationship to work on its own merits.”
I nodded. “I hope so.”
“Hey…” Belle raised her eyebrows. “The easy thing to do in her situation would be to forget the whole ‘dating’ thing, just be one of the BTC girls, and have fun with you like the rest of us. The fact that she’s willing to fight her parents’ wishes and keep dating you in secret speaks volumes about how important you are to her. Don’t forget that.”
I managed a smile and bent down to peck her.
Belle grinned and flashed me a pixie wink. As she let go of me, she rubbed my crotch for a moment and returned to her meal prep. “I suppose I should actually be grateful you two ended up having such a heavy conversation. I half-expected those three to wring you dry and leave nothing but a desiccated husk for the rest of us tonight.”
I chuckled. “Neevie was very clear about only pulling two loads out of me and quote, ‘Not ruining the plan’. Or maybe I should say ‘Misty’ was very clear.”
Belle smirked at my tone. “So you liked the costumes? That was all Neevie, by the way. Your girlfriend has the BEST ideas.”
“Yeah, definitely.” I arched an eyebrow. “Are the three of you doing something like that?”
“What? You wanna see me, Sam, and Zofi dress up as hot video game girls so you can have your way with us?”
“Well obviously…” I replied wolfishly, but held up a hand and added, “But I promise I won’t be disappointed if you guys don’t dress up.”
Belle snorted. “What, you think Sam would back down from a challenge like that? It’s like you don’t know her at all!”
I blinked. “So the three of you ARE dressing up? Which characters?”
My pixie grinned. “Wait and find out.”
****
Speculating on what costumes Belle, Sam, and Zofi would show up wearing did wonders for distracting me from thoughts about Naimh’s parental situation. Belle and I wrapped up dinner with her dad, I headed back to my own house, and I chugged a 64-ounce Gatorade before taking a nap. I figured I’d need as much rest as I could get.
I’d set an alarm to wake me at 6:55pm since the girls told me they’d arrive at 7:00pm. But something tickled my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.
Nobody grunted and I didn’t shove my dick an inch into a girl’s throat. Instead, my eyes flew open to see three new video game vixens in my bedroom, one of them with my dick in her hand.
Sam was instantly recognizable as Cammy from Street Fighter. She wore a red beret, and her fine blonde hair was pulled into twin braided pigtails. She wore a green thong leotard with a mock turtleneck, red fingerless gloves, and black boots.
Zofi was also immediately recognizable as Lara Croft from Tomb Raider in a tight high-neck baby blue tank top that molded itself to her curves like a second skin and super-short khaki shorts. Her dark hair was pulled back into a single braid with artfully loose front bangs. She also wore weightlifting gloves and hiking boots, but it was the round-lens sunglasses perched on the end of her nose that really completed the look for me.
But as great as all these outfits had been throughout the day, Belle’s costume blew me away. True, Alice’s kunoichi outfit had required customization, but pretty much everyone else was able to use off-the-shelf items like solid-color tank tops, shorts, and gloves.
Belle had been transformed. From the ground up, my little pixie started with black boots and purple leggings. Over the top of the purple leggings was a black one-piece swimsuit that as far as I could tell, she had snipped off the shoulder straps, made several cuts in the fabric to expose obscene amounts of her breasts, and had to have taped what fabric was left in place in order to keep the material stuck to her creamy white orbs and not fall down. And all that was the easy part.
She’d found a teal-colored wig that hung most of the way down her back and trimmed the bangs to a perfectly even line across her forehead. She wore a headband with bat wings thrust upward and to the sides, and finished off with two more large fabric bat wings that somehow sprouted off from the small of her back.
Morrigan Aensland from Darkstalkers.
Sam was the one stroking my erection, but my eyes were fixated on Belle. I blinked wide-eyed as I drank in her outfit from top to bottom and shook my head before muttering, “WOW.”
Belle preened but held up a finger. “Before you go giving compliments, I would be remiss to not give credit where it is due. Neevie made the whole costume for me. Like I said, this whole dressing up thing was her idea.”
“I will definitely remember to thank her later.” I started eyeing all three of the girls, trying to decide exactly how much of their costumes I could leave on. Sam’s thong leotard would be pretty easy to access. Zofi’s shorts could come off. But Belle? “Uh, how badly do you want to keep that costume intact?”
My impish pixie grinned, perhaps sensing my train of thought. “Well I’m not planning to use it for Halloween, if that’s your question.”
I grinned. “Lucky me.”
****
So I’ve already spelled out an incredible orgy with three hot chicks dressed up as video game vixens. You don’t need me to do that again, do you?
Okay fine, but I’m gonna keep it brief.
The four of us probably stayed up later than we should have on a school night. But I no longer needed to worry about pacing myself or conserving energy for a later trio of girls, the nap had done wonders to refresh me…
… and Sam spiked my drink.
Again.
You remember Tahoe, don’t you? Turned out Naimh needn’t have worried about saving me for the other girls.
I didn’t realize anything was different until after I rabbit humped Cammy to a simultaneous orgasm. The bodacious blonde had been flat on her back across my bed, the red beret gone but her outfit otherwise completely intact as I simply pulled the strap of her panties aside and hammered the hell out of her before splooging deep inside her pussy. Morrigan had been quick to go after the creampie, and I’d staggered back to sit down in my desk chair to catch my breath. That’s when Lara Croft cocked her head, pulled her sunglasses down from the tip of her nose to get an unobstructed look, and commented, “You’re not going soft at all.”
I frowned, flicked my own prick with my index finger, and found that yes, it was still as hard as a rock. I put two and two together quickly and hollered, “SAAAAM!?!”
Still a bit in a post-orgasmic daze and seriously distracted by the teal-haired succubus sucking away at her, the pigtailed blonde flopped her head over to me with a deliriously confused expression on her face. “Wha--?”
“Did you give me another one of your dad’s pills?”
Cammy started giggling, didn’t answer me, and instead pushed Morrigan’s face a little deeper into her crotch.
Lara shrugged and drawled, “Works for me.” She quickly worked down her khaki shorts, bent herself over my desk, and rubbed her own buttcheeks invitingly.
Hey, use it or lose it. I quickly got off the chair, centered myself at Lara’s… uh… center… from behind, and smoothly pushed myself in. She gasped and shivered feeling me fill her up inch by inch. And in the end, I bent over her back, covered the backs of her hands with my own, and interlaced our fingers. Kissing the back of her neck where her dark brown ponytail fell to the side, I broke character long enough to murmur, “Hello, mój skarbie.”
“Mmm, hello, darling,” she replied warmly. And then she began to buck her body back at me.
We made love like that for what felt like a long time, my chest pressed against her back, our hands clasped together, and my lips on her neck. Having just cum minutes earlier, I didn’t feel any need to pop off. I’d already fucked both of the other two (having ripped a hole in Morrigan’s purple tights in order to gain access to her pussy), and now wanted to focus entirely on Lara.
I pumped her pussy and grinded against her ass and sucked on her neck and shoulders, but in the end it was Cammy who got her off. I have no idea what the other two girls were doing on my bed the entire time I was fucking Lara, but in the end the blonde showed up, reached around to start frigging Lara’s clit, and gave the exquisitely beautiful brunette a sweet kiss on the lips.
In response, I felt her inner muscles spasming around my cock with orgasmic joy.
With a smile, I pulled out of the busty Tomb Raider and immediately got yanked back to the bed by Morrigan. The teal-haired succubus tried to toss me into the middle of the mattress, but had neither the leverage nor the strength to really get me that far. But I took the hint and scooted back anyway while she climbed right after me, pulled aside the strap of her black suit to expose the rip in her purple tights, and slowly sank her pussy back down onto me.
I played with her big bat wings a bit, amused by the whole ensemble. It turned out that she really did have to use “boob tape” to keep the top in place, not that I really wanted her to keep the top in place. There was a small heart cutout in the midsection. At the bustline, the black fabric had been more or less cut into two triangles that extended high enough to cover her nipples but otherwise left her big breasts exposed on both sides. And once I peeled those triangles down and likewise peeled away the boob tape, her perky titties were freely available to my hungry mouth and eager hands.
The teal-haired succubus with the ultra-tight pussy humped herself up and down in my lap. A minute later, Lara and Cammy tumbled onto the bed beside us, and that’s when the group of us truly became a “foursome”.
Lara’s naked butt was within reach of me as she and Cammy made out with each other face-to-face. Twisting slightly, I grabbed her ass and yanked it over to my face. The angle was a little awkward, but once I raised her leg out of the way I was able to cram my head between her thighs and start licking away while she squealed and shuddered in ecstasy. Cammy got into the idea and she spun herself around to cram Lara’s head between her thighs, and soon enough the beautiful brunette was going to down licking the blonde. Finally, Cammy crooked a finger and beckoned little Morrigan down so the two of them could swap spit and make out. At the same time, I felt Cammy’s hand work down to buzz the petite girl’s clit and fondle her naked tits, which only made Morrigan fuck me even harder.
The four of us pulsed together like that in a circle of lust that started to transform itself every few minutes. At some point Morrigan came on me, and then came off me, and my throbbing erection got swallowed by Cammy’s sucking mouth instead. But Morrigan merely scooted forward to sit on my face while Lara sat up to grab the little succubus’ head in her hands so they could exchange tongue filled kisses straight above me.
I really liked watching those two together.
Morrigan and Lara got into a scorching hot sixty-nine while I sat up, parked Cammy on all fours in front of me and started pounding away at her pussy from behind.
After the blonde climaxed, the other two rolled me onto my back and gave me a tandem blowjob that included a lot of them making out with each other across my dickhead until Lara sat up, tucked my cock into her cleavage beneath the super-tight blue tank top, and gave me a titfuck I’ll never forget. She even reached over to the nightstand to put the round-lens sunglasses back on to complete the fantasy.
Still, I wasn’t anywhere near cumming. Already three ejaculations down this afternoon and feeling a strange chemical buzz in my loins, I wanted to fuck so after yanking myself out of Lara Croft’s tank top cleavage, I slammed little Morrigan onto her back and started drilling straight down into her while planting both palms on her bare boobies.
Cammy decided to muffle Morrigan’s cries by smothering the little one with her wet pussy. Lara grabbed my head and started making out with me again while I used one hand to titillate her throbbing clitty. And finally when I decided I was ready to cum, I got seized by a new idea and dismounted the bed, grabbing Cammy along the way.
I manhandled the busty blonde onto her back across my bed but with her head hanging upside-down over the edge. I physically opened her mouth and held it that way while feeding every inch of my fat dick into her gaping hole and into her throat. She choked a little at my entrance but managed to still breathe, and I held myself at full depth that way just a few seconds longer than would be comfortable before pulling myself back and letting her gasp for air.
She grinned an upside-down grin for me. I knew every now and again she loved me forcing her just a little bit.
“One of you start going down on her,” I snapped, pointing to Cammy’s pussy. Lara was quick to jump into action, settling herself between the blonde’s thighs and licking away. Meanwhile, I tugged at the stretchy fabric at the neckline of the green thong leotard, having to work pretty hard to get it down past her shoulders. She helped, and a moment later her big 36DD boobs were on full display with the green fabric bunched up around her waist. And after palming those massive melons, I lined up my dick with her mouth and pushed myself in again.
Cammy made little “glug, glug” noises while I palmed her tits and fucked her face. She choked up just a little and started crying a bit, but every time I pulled out she just gasped and hungrily grabbed for more. Twice, I was about to pull out when she reached back with both hands to grab my ass and keep her own face fully-skewered for a few extra seconds.
Meanwhile, Morrigan sat beside us moaning up a storm, fingering her own pussy, and squeezing her own tits. All the while, Lara continued munching away so that Cammy actually climaxed again before I did, and the way her entire body tensed up did INCREDIBLE things to my dick in her throat.
Finally I couldn’t hold back any longer, and squeezing her big titties I slammed myself in to full depth and roared as I started pumping globs of jism straight into the Street Fighter’s stomach. But she started choking after the first two shots so I yanked myself out and stroked my own shaft, hosing down her beautiful face while she gasped for oxygen and squeezed her eyes shut to avoid getting semen in an eyeball.
Little Cumslut Morrigan of course quickly went after my impromptu Jackson Pollock painting, and even Lara Croft climbed onto her best friend to lick up sperm and snowball it into Cammy’s mouth.
Still, my erection never flagged.
That’s when Morrigan held up the bottle of lube and pronounced, “You’ve cum in her pussy, and you’ve cum in her mouth. I think she needs a trifecta tonight.”
I grinned. “Sounds like fun.”
But she wasn’t finished yet. She leaned in, hugged me close, and pulled me down so she could whisper straight into my ear.
“I’m staying here tonight. My dad knows. I’m gonna masturbate watching you violate Cammy’s tight asshole. We’ll send the girls home. And then?” The little pixie in the bat wings pulled back to stare directly into my eyes. “Sam gave me a bigger one than the ones I’ve been using. I’m gonna sleep all night with it in my teeny little butt, and in the morning, you’re gonna pull the plug out of me and finally fit your entire cock in my ass.”
****
Okay fine, this isn’t really brief. Sue me.
Anyway, despite Morrigan’s insistence on me giving Cammy a trifecta, the very thought of at last burying every last inch of Matty-dick into Annabelle-ass had me so horny that I tossed the half-naked succubus onto her back, spent a minute cramming every last inch of my big dick into her snug little snatch, and started humping her into the mattress.
Meanwhile, after snowballing the last of my sperm with her best friend, Lara rolled the hot blonde over onto her back, slid down to the end of the bed, and dove face-first into the busty babe’s pink pussy, pulling aside the green strap of that tight leotard and slithering her long tongue as far as she could up her best friend’s vaginal canal.
Now it’s been suggested to me that while I’m always keen to describe in vivid Technicolor how awesome it feels to slam my big dick in and out of one or more of a hot babe’s holes in all its pulpy glory, I don’t quite provide the same level of detail when the girls play around with each other. So let’s try to rectify that just a little.
Sam and Zofi had been best friends for a long time, and while I can’t pretend to know exactly how long they’d been “experimenting” with each other, I can state with confidence that they were well-practiced in the Sapphic arts of pleasuring one another. Not content to just eat out her best friend, Zofi walked the fingers of her right hand up across Sam’s bare belly to trace those manicured fingernails across sensitive skin, scratch puffy nipples, and even just grip and maul the blonde’s big boobs. Meanwhile, her left hand rubbed her lover’s thigh, inching closer and closer to the center of her pleasure before teasing Sam’s taint, thumbing the soon-to-be-sodomized girl’s clenched sphincter, and finally pushing first one, then two, and finally three fingers into the pulsing pink pussy beneath her chin.
While I couldn’t see exactly what techniques Zofi used to orally please Sam, I could see the way the blonde whimpered and moaned and slid her fingers into her best friend’s dark hair, tugging that exquisitely beautiful face tighter against her crotch while writhing in sinuous sensuality across my mattress. Don’t ask me how or when, but Cammy had found her red beret and put it back on, and I found myself staring at her blissful beauty while she bit her lip, clenched her eyes, and eventually cried out her climax.
Even then, they were only just beginning. After wiping the wet girlcum off her face with the back of her hand, Zofi slithered up her best friend’s body, pulling her tight blue tank top up to her armpits so that she could drag her heavy boobs and hard nipples across the blonde’s sensitive skin. Their big tits crashed together and split so that four breasts ended up mashed together side-by-side (uh, by-side-by-side). The way they kissed was unlike any kiss I’d ever shared with either of them. I happened to know just how deeply Zofi was in love with Sam, even if Sam herself didn’t know yet. That knowledge made me pay close attention to the way Zofi gave herself over completely to the kiss and stared down into her BFF’s eyes with a look of adoration I’d glimpsed a few times myself when Zofi felt so happy that she directed that look to me. True, Zofi admitted that she loved kissing me, but there’s a difference between loving a kiss and kissing with true love, and that difference became clear when I knew to look for it in the way Zofi surrendered herself to the raw emotions and made love to Sam with her mouth.
Sam, on the other hand, was momentarily sated by her orgasm and more interested in enjoying the wild foursome. After making out with Zofi for only a minute or so, she pulled her mouth away, stared at me with a smug grin, and reached down to grab “Lara Croft’s” bare buttcheeks and spread them invitingly.
I could already see in her eyes the calculated interest in pleasing me, “her man”, and using Zofi’s body as a means to that end. She was saying without speaking, ‘Look at the hot playmate I’m bringing you. Look how amazing this foursome is with all of us in costume and focused on your pleasure. Come fuck the big-titted half-naked Tomb Raider while she’s splayed out on top of my luscious body. Come slide yourself into her sweet snatch, pump away at her pussy for a few minutes, and then angled down just a bit so you can fuck me for a while instead.’
I mean, maybe all that was in my head, but Cammy was back in character and was spreading Lara’s buttcheeks while staring straight at me, so it didn’t take much convincing to make me pull out of Morrigan’s tight cunt, scoot over, and slide my dick into Lara’s slice of heaven instead.
Lara moaned at my entrance and set her forehead down on the pillow beside Cammy’s head to concentrate on feeling every inch of me burrow inside. The blonde turned to kiss the brunette’s cheek and stroke her spine, but other than that Cammy fixed her amber eyes straight on me. I fucked the blonde by proxy, almost getting into a staring contest as it were while I quickly sped up my thrusting and really gave Lara a solid fucking. Meanwhile, Cammy slipped a hand between them, and I could feel her rubbing the Tomb Raider’s clit beneath me. Every now and again, I would stop at full-depth and she’d slide the hand further down to fondle my balls instead. But after a couple of minutes I pulled out of Lara, pressed my cockhead down, and slid back into Cammy’s cunt.
No longer distracted by my long-dicking, Lara recovered a bit and went back to making out with Cammy. I slid my hands along her lithe, dancer’s body to stroke her flanks, caress her ribs, and slide my hands into the crowded confines of their four big breasts crushed together. But after Cammy’s talented fingers brought her to small orgasm, Lara flopped over and out of the way, panting for breath. And that allowed me to collapse my chest straight down onto Cammy’s, grab her hands and pin them behind her head, and really concentrate on my abs to press my pelvic bone down on her clit and grind away with my big dick all the way up her tight twat until she shuddered and screamed in ecstasy.
And then she said the words every man wants to hear.
“I want you to fuck my ass.”
Although tempted to pull out, angle down, and just slam my sausage into her bowels, we had the bottle of lube for a reason. Morrigan had been right beside us, the little voyeur happily masturbating away with a hot pink disk sticking out of her little anus. But when she heard Cammy’s call, she popped up next to us with the lube.
“Go play with Lara,” Morrigan told me. “I’ll get Cammy ready for you.”
Lara Croft was happy to open her arms and legs for me to climb on and slide myself in. I didn’t really fuck her, actually. We just sort of cuddled a bit with my dick in her cunt and started kissing. She really did enjoy making out with me.
Meanwhile, Morrigan’s idea of getting Cammy set up involved rolling the sexy Street Fighter over with her cheek against the mattress and her ass up in the air, pulling the green leotard all the way off so that it wouldn’t be in the way, spreading the blonde’s buttcheeks apart, and then giving her a rimjob. Cammy squealed and shuddered, but she didn’t tell Morrigan to stop. Only after spending a few of minutes tickling Cammy’s anus with her tongue did Morrigan finally open up the cap and start squirting lube into the busty blonde’s butthole. And while she started shoving more and more of the slippery stuff into Cammy’s cornhole with her little fingers, she also ducked down to munch on the blonde girl’s pink pussy at the same time, much to Cammy’s delight.
I wound up kissing my way down Lara’s neck and shoulder, bypassing the bunched up tank top around her armpits and feeding on her swollen teats while continuing to grind myself against her mound. She hummed and held up her other breast for my enjoyment as well, but just when I’d started suckling on that one, Morrigan pulled her head out and sang, “Hey Maaaatttyy!”
I turned my head to look over. Cammy was quivering as the petite little succubus continued pumping little fingers in and out of her stretched anus. The teal-haired vixen winked at me and mouthed, “She’s about to cum.” She gestured rather obviously at Cammy’s clenched butthole.
I raised my eyebrows. Morrigan beckoned me over and went back to licking. So with an apologetic look, I kissed Lara quickly and mumbled, “Sorry.”
The exquisite brunette grinned, pecked my nose, and urged, “Fuck the hell out of her.”
I gave her another quick kiss and moved over. Morrigan didn’t get out of the way, continuing to lick Cammy’s clit and fingerbang her ass. So I stood up atop the mattress and swung a leg over the top of both of them. Cammy slowly picked her head up when she felt the shift in weight on the bed. And then her head jerked back much more abruptly when Morrigan slipped her lubricated fingers out of her rectum and I suddenly replaced them with the first four inches of my fat cock.
“MotherFUCKER!” Cammy cursed as I held her hips and drilled almost straight down into her ass.
Morrigan laughed, tried to take another lick at Cammy’s clit, and I promptly banged my balls into the top of her head, which wasn’t that pleasant for me, actually. She just laughed again and slid out of the way.
“Trifecta, remember?” my little pixie reminded me. “Don’t stop until you blast way down deep inside. I wanna really have to shove my tongue into her trying to lick out all of your cock cream.”
“You’re such a naughty little cumslut,” I remarked with a grin.
“I know. Dontcha love me?”
I grinned. “To the moon and back.”
****
I indeed left a sperm deposit deep within the darkest recesses of Cammy’s colon, my hand on the back of her head to pin her down while she howled in unholy ecstasy to match my roar of victorious release.
Filling up her bowels had been my fifth ejaculation in the last six hours, and despite my nap I was feeling pretty tired. But my little Annabelle was quite revved up tonight, so when she led me by the hand into the shower to clean up and realized Sam’s pill hadn’t worn off (and my dick remained erect), she was quick to grab the oil-based lube and have me pin her to the wall for a whole new round of shower sex.
So then I came for a SIXTH time in the last six hours, although by now my loads were miniscule at best. The damn thing still wouldn’t go down, but at least all the girls seemed to be satisfied.
Sam and Zofi were still on my bed, lying side to side with their arms wrapped around each other as they were lost deep in conversation. We’d given them a decent amount of time what with the shower sex and all, but it didn’t appear to be enough as they seemed to still have a lot to talk about.
Sam looked up at our return to the bedroom since we were in her line of sight. Zofi looked back a moment later, and she rather hurriedly wiped away the tears that had been streaming down her face. I frowned, Belle took a step forward, but Sam held her hand up and gave us a look that clearly told us to not say anything. Instead, Sam took Zofi by the hand and led her off the bed to head into the bathroom. Despite both girls’ nudity, I was concerned enough for Zofi’s emotional state (not to mention that I was completely fucked out) to not really pay much attention.
Belle helped me change the sheets (I’d been doing a lot of that lately) and then we climbed into bed together. My erection still wouldn’t go away, and the impish little girl couldn’t help but fish my cock out through my boxers and just sort of idly stroke it. She wasn’t trying to get me off again, but it was hard and it was there, so… she played with it. It would be the same way for me if her tits were naked in front of me.
“What do you think happened?” Belle asked me quietly, head nodding toward the bathroom.
I furrowed my eyebrows, shrugged and stared up at the ceiling. “I dunno.”
Belle frowned and studied my face. “Matttyyy…” she warned.
I blinked and tried to look innocent. “What?”
“You know something, don’t you?”
I sighed and went back to staring at the ceiling. “I have an idea, but I’m not sure, and I’d rather not speculate.”
“Tell me,” she insisted.
I shook my head. “I can’t. That stuff’s private.”
“But you tell me everything.”
“I’m happy to tell you everything about ME. But private stuff about Sam and Zofi? Sorry, B.” I glanced over at her. “Look at it this way: You wouldn’t want me telling either of them your secrets, would you?”
“I suppose not.”
I sighed. “I don’t really know any of your secrets anyway. Every time we get to talking like this, I end up giving away all my revelations. You rarely ever end up talking giving away yours.”
Belle shrugged. “I’m pretty much an open book at this point. I’m a horny little cumslut with a thing for slurping creampies out of my girlfriends’ assholes.”
I snorted and flashed her a sardonic grin. “I mean emotionally.”
The light dimmed in my little lover’s pale green eyes. “It’s Valentine’s. We’ve had this amazing orgy together. You’ve hooked up with all six of us today. Can’t we just end on a high note? Do we really have to do this tonight?”
I frowned at her tone. “Do what? Have an honest conversation about our emotions?”
Belle looked thoughtful. “Waitaminute. DID you actually hook up with all six of us today? Even Alice?”
I took a deep breath and shook my head. “She still hasn’t said she’s ready yet.”
“Really? Last time I talked to her she seemed super-excited and said she thought today would be the day.”
I sighed. “We came close a couple of times. There was one moment when Mari was on all fours and I was banging her from behind. I love the way her buttcheeks jiggle when I ram her really hard.”
“Mmm…” Belle’s hand started stroking my dick instead of just toying with it.
“Anyway, Neevie parked herself on all fours right alongside Mari, so I just took a step over and started pounding her instead.” I took a deep breath. “That’s when Alice lined herself up as well, on all fours with her ass wiggling at me excitedly. With anyone else I would have taken that as a clear invitation, but this is Alice’s virginity here. For one thing, I wasn’t sure I wanted our first time to be a group sex thing with the girls in costume and me fantasizing they were video game vixens instead of their true selves. I mean, I want my first time with Alice to be my first time with Alice, you know?”
Belle stopped stroking and nodded. “Yeah, I get it.”
“And besides, Alice and I talked about this. She said it would happen when the mood was right. Maybe we’d be in the middle of a gaming session and she’d toss the controllers aside and order me to slam it into her. Maybe I’d be dry humping her and she’d tell me it was time to put it in. Maybe she’d actually show up wearing a nice dress and makeup and sweetly ask me to take her virginity. She gave me the parameters and nowhere in there was ‘seize an implied opportunity and just shove it in me’.”
Belle frowned and pursed her lips. “Well if her implied invitation today was confusing, you could always… you know… ASK her.”
I blinked. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Alice has always been straight with you. Blunt, even. The rest of us girls you might need to worry about tiptoeing around our feelings, but she’s been your best buddy for years for a reason.”
“That’s good advice. Thanks, B.”
Belle grinned and pecked me quickly. “Anytime.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Now don’t think I didn’t notice you deflecting me again.”
The strawberry-blonde pixie looked confused. “What?”
“I had just asked why we can’t have an honest conversation about our emotions, and you immediately changed the subject to Alice.” I arched an eyebrow. “Now I’m wondering how many times over the last year you’ve pulled that off without me noticing.”
Belle shook her head. “There’s nothing to say you don’t already know. I’m in love with you, I’m rethinking this whole idea that I need to explore beyond you in order to be sure we belong together forever, and I wanna just be your girlfriend now, your wife in like three years, and have your babies a couple of years after that.”
I blinked a few times. “Uh, you just said a few things I didn’t already know.”
Shaking her head, Belle looked down at my dick sticking out of shorts, and she slid down the bed far enough that she could take a long lick at it from base to crown and then seal her lips around the head.
I groaned at the pleasure, amazed that the damn thing still wouldn’t go down. I thought about my panic in Tahoe about still having an erection when it was time to go build snowmen, and the solution of finding physical exertion that had nothing to do with ogling hot naked girls. The thought crossed my mind that I could probably get up and do jumping jacks or push-ups or something. But then I thought I could also just sit back, enjoy the erection and the way my little Annabelle’s supple lips bobbed up and down my shaft.
And then I groaned and belatedly started tugging at Belle’s hair. “Hey, hey, you’re deflecting again.”
“I’m not deflecting. I’m sucking. There’s a difference.”
“It’s deflecting when you’re purposely occupying your mouth so that you can’t talk to me.”
Rolling her eyes, Belle thought about that, wriggled beneath my bedsheets a bit, and then crawled up my body and straddled my legs. She dropped her panties onto the pillow beside me, took my erection in hand, and rubbed it through her vaginal furrow a few times to build up a little extra moisture. And then without further ado, she slowly sank herself down, her well-fucked cunt stretching much more easily after all the pounding it had taken over the past few hours.
When she was fully seated, the impish girl looked up at me and said, “There, my mouth isn’t occupied anymore. Happy?”
I blinked. “Well… yeah… And you promise you won’t deflect anymore?”
Before she could respond, the door opened and two gorgeously naked young women walked into my room, still toweling themselves off. I felt my dick throb at the sight of their glistening nubile bodies with big jiggling breasts and swaying hips. Zofi looked much better, and the girls came over to the bed.
Sam smirked to find Belle mounted on me, folded her arms beneath her breasts, and drawled in her alluring Aussie accent, “And here I thought you two had sex in the shower.”
“We did,” Belle confirmed. “But he’s still hard so I figured, why not? Maybe you should slip him these pills more often.”
“No-no-no,” I countered immediately. “Yeah, I’m sure you girls enjoy the fact that the damn thing won’t go down for a coupla hours, but the dizziness, headaches, and weird sensitivity to light I have to deal with the next day are NOT fun.”
Sam shrugged. “Valentine’s only comes once a year. Anyways, much as we’d love to join you, we’d better get going home.”
Zofi planted one hand on the bed and kissed me tenderly. “Thanks for a fun ‘Valentine’s Day’ date night. My first one.”
“You’re welcome, although I can’t take all the credit. That said, is everything alright?”
Zofi exchanged a glance with Sam but returned her attention back to me quickly. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me,” she stated bravely.
“I’ll always worry about you. For the rest of our lives. That’s what I do.”
Zofi softened, and her bright blue eyes twinkled for a moment. She kissed me again, took my right hand, and had me fondle her naked breast for a moment. “Good night, boyfriend.”
“Sweet dreams, girlfriend,” I replied warmly.
Zofi gave Belle a kiss on the lips as well, and then she turned around to pick up her bag and start pulling out her change of clothes. Since she was supposed to be out on a date tonight, she actually changed into lace lingerie and a pretty dress.
Sam, meanwhile, had already started changing into casual clothes. Belle just sort of casually rode me, clenching her tight cunt around my cock while we both watched the other two girls get dressed. Once done, the two of them gave us their final goodbyes, waved, and headed out the bedroom door.
Well, Zofi headed out. Sam lingered halfway through, pausing to turn back and look at us. There was a longing in her eyes as she stared at the way Belle was still mounted on top of me, and for a moment the confident, always-in-charge queen bee façade dropped away from her face, replaced by the dreamer little girl face I only glimpsed every now and again.
But only for a moment. Perhaps realizing she’d just gotten caught, Sam quickly averted her eyes and hurried out my bedroom door, pulling it shut just a little too hard. And then they were gone.
“Well now. Where were we?” Belle asked rhetorically. “Oh, I remember!”
The impish pixie started to steadily hump me, but I grabbed her ass and stilled her motion almost immediately. “You’re deflecting again. I remember where we were: you were saying something about wishing you could be my wife and have my babies.”
Belle sighed. “I’ve been wishing that since I was fifteen. It’s nothing new. No big deal.”
“If it were no big deal, you wouldn’t be deflecting.”
Belle exhaled slowly again. “It’s like you said: the word ‘girlfriend’ is just a word. I should be happy that it’s Valentine’s Day and I’m the only girl in your bed. I should be happy that I get to sit here with your big dick in my pussy, and as soon as we’re done you’re gonna help me shove that massive butt plug over there into my ass so I can be ready for you to violate my tender little asshole in the morning.”
I glanced over at the shiny silver plug on my nightstand with what looked like a flat blue crystal in the hilt, definitely not part of Belle’s original hot pink set. But sensing that she was trying to distract me again, I gave her a steady look and said, “Yes, you should be happy to be here.”
Closing her eyes, my little Annabelle looked up at me with sad doe eyes. “Then why don’t I feel happy? Why am I still fucking jealous of Neevie when I should be feeling really bad for her still being locked down by her parents?”
“Is the girlfriend title really such a big deal to you?”
Belle sighed. “It’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
“I hate her.”
I blinked. “Neevie?”
“I hate her fucking guts.”
“The same Neevie who made you that amazing costume when all she wore herself was a tank top and suspenders?”
Belle rubbed her face with both hands. “I know, I know. She’s one of my friends and I always swore I’d never… but I am… I… I’m jealous of her, alright? I’ve always been jealous of her. The way you looked at her from the moment she arrived: ‘The most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen’. She’s so much taller than me. Her boobs are so much bigger while still being amazingly firm and perky. Her ass is just incredible. The way you talk about how sex with her is like, ‘the most amazing sex ever’. Why isn’t sex with me the most amazing sex ever?”
“Sex with you is AWESOME. Please don’t doubt that.”
“But it’s not the same as sex with her. She’s always ready and willing at the snap of your fingers. Me? We’ve gotta get me worked up to it and stretched out every time. I need lube just to fit you in my pussy while she can just unclench her ass and let you slam it into her in a fucking janitor’s closet. Meanwhile, I haven’t even been able to properly do anal because it fucking hurts me so much! What the fuck is wrong with me?!?”
“There’s NOTHING wrong with you. You’re just small and I’m big, that’s all.”
“It means we’re not as compatible as I want to believe we are.”
“Annabelle, please.”
“Maybe you’re NOT the guy I’m meant to be with the rest of my life. Maybe there IS some other guy with a skinnier dick who’ll be able to fuck my ass whenever I want him to without tearing me the fuck in half.”
“BELLE.”
Grabbing her panties, Belle abruptly dismounted my dick and got off the bed.
“Annabelle, seriously.” I climbed off the bed going after her. “Come back here.”
“I love you, Matty,” she said through tears as she went into the closet and rapidly grabbed some sweatpants and a shirt.
“I love you too, Annabelle. Now will you please come back to bed?”
“I need to go home right now.”
“B, please. Don’t leave me tonight. It’s Valentine’s, right? The silver butt plug and everything tomorrow morning?”
It was the wrong thing to bring up. Belle came out of the closet with her pale green eyes on FIRE. “Seriously? I’m having this existential crisis and all you can think of is getting your entire dick into my ass for the first time? How fucking selfish is THAT?”
I blinked. “What? N-n-no! I was just… I mean… It was YOUR idea and your plans. I wasn’t… I didn’t mean… Belle, seriously, I’ll love you for the rest of our lives even if you never fit all of me into your ass.”
“Oh, so now you think you’ll NEVER fit! I mean, CLEARLY we’re not compatible!”
“You’re twisting everything I’m saying out of proportion!”
“Oh, so now everything’s MY fault!”
“I didn’t say that. Belle, please. Just come back to bed and--”
“Good NIGHT, Matthew,” she barked, eyes blazing. Without another word, she stomped over to my bedroom door, went through it, and slammed it behind her.
FUCK.
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Bluedragonauthor
You guys lucked out with Ch 31. When I eventually post this to SOL and Lit, I'm going to make "“Not again.” the ending of 31 instead of partway through 32 like it is here.
