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The Big Tits Club: Chapter 28
🕑 Added 2021-04-16 15:00:06 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 28: Safe II --
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I at least remembered politely thanking Zofi’s parents for letting me join them and kept my cool until I got to the van. But although I left Zofi’s house intending to drive straight over to Sam’s place, by the time I came to my senses I found myself pulling into my own garage. I must’ve driven all the way home on autopilot, my mind elsewhere pondering ramifications and alternative scenarios and every last possible nightmare about what Sam and her mystery date had been up to last night.
Had they kissed?
Did she let him up her ass?
I realized I was being unfair to Sam, and for all I knew the answers to my kaleidoscope of questions would prove to be completely innocent. But in the absence of information, my paranoid jealous brain was conjuring the absolute worst-case scenarios.
Zofi had not been forthcoming, although in this case I truly believed it was because she didn’t have the information I wanted, rather than hesitance to spill her BFF’s secrets. She said she knew very little about the guy other than that he didn’t even go to our school. Sam had told her it was nothing serious, and Zofi tried to reassure me that Sam cared about me a lot and would never do anything to hurt me, but the lack of further detail didn’t quiet my suspicions.
Since I happened to be home, I figured I might as well change clothes. I already planned on showing up without warning late on a Sunday afternoon and didn’t want to deal with weird questions about my Niners jersey. So I left the garage door up, headed into my bedroom at a brisk walk, and quickly changed into clean clothes.
Two minutes later I thundered down the stairs and abruptly came to a stop in the hallway to find Mother standing before me looking concerned.
“Oh, you’re home,” I said in surprise.
“Matthew, what’s wrong?”
“Wrong? Why would you think anything’s wrong?” I tried to step around her, but she cut me off.
“You braked hard enough to make the tires screech in the garage, slammed your bedroom door, and it sounded like a herd of elephants were coming down the stairs just now.”
“I’m fine. It’s nothing. Gotta go,” I explained trying to get around her again.
Once again, Mother cut me off. “Matthew.”
A lightbulb went off in my head, and I suddenly stopped trying to get around her. Furrowing my eyebrows, I folded my arms across my chest and asked, “Do you know anything about Sam going out with some guy last night?”
Mother frowned. “How did you find out about that?”
My eyebrows popped. “You DO know!”
“Of course I know. I set it up.”
My eyes got BIG and my jaw dropped open. “YOU set up SAM on a DATE with some other guy?!? How could you?!?”
“Calm down, Matthew. It wasn’t a date.”
“I can’t believe you would…” My voice trailed off as her words finally registered. “Wait, what?”
Rolling her eyes, Mother took me by the elbow and led me over into the living room where she sat me down on the sofa and took the wing chair opposite me.
“Last night, Samantha met up with the son of one of my partners at the firm,” she explained. “He’s a third-year at Stanford Law School and it was not, as you say, a ‘date’.”
I blinked a few times as I processed that information. In the end, all I managed was a stupid sounding, “Oh.”
Mother gave me a wry grin. “Were you really worried so much?”
“Uh, well...”
“Samantha’s not your girlfriend.”
“I know that.”
“One might say you’ve no right to be possessive of her.”
“I know.”
“I’m told that Naimh is now your official girlfriend, despite the fact that a revolving door of other girls have been coming in and out of your bedroom for the past few days.”
“Yes, well she’s... uh... Naimh is very open to sharing with her friends.”
“So I understand.”
I gave her a funny look. “I get the feeling you understand a lot more of my current sex life than a normal mother would.”
“Your feelings serve you well.”
I frowned. “Is there anything Sam HASN’T told you about my sex life?”
Mother shrugged. “Logic would dictate that I can’t know what I don’t know. But that said, Samantha has been very forthcoming in providing answers to any question I put to her.”
“Why is that? Especially when she hasn’t been very forthcoming with me?”
“Perhaps she likes me better than you.” Mother’s smile was all teeth. But a moment later she took pity on me and exhaled slowly. “Samantha is at a crossroads in her life. On the one hand, she has been brought up all her life under the expectation of becoming a doctor like both of her older siblings and her father. She has studied extensively in preparation for a pre-med undergraduate education followed by medical school.”
“And on the other hand?”
Mother shrugged. “She doesn’t really want to be a doctor. That much is clear. “
I frowned. “Sam’s always wanted to be a doctor.”
“Has she? Really?”
“I’m guessing my feelings aren’t serving me so well at the moment.” I frowned. “Law school, huh? I’m guessing that was your idea.”
“Not at all. It was a few months ago when she began asking me questions about life as a lawyer. A change in professional plans was her idea, not mine, although I admittedly have not been resistant to the idea. She has a sharp mind and a keen intellect ideally suited to a legal career. Last night’s ‘rendezvous’ was simply an information gathering session I arranged because my own memories of law school are both outdated and... incomplete. In other words: I’m old.”
“You’re not old, Mother. You’re…” My voice trailed off as I realized my brain was going in a direction I didn’t want it to go. “Nevermind.”
Her eyes narrowed as she sensed a compliment, even if I didn’t actually say one. Switching gears, she began, “So let’s talk about you.”
I blinked. “Me?”
“I’m assuming Zofi let slip in one form or another that Sam was meeting a guy last night, hence your rather aggressive arrival back home. Now regardless of the circumstances by which that information got misconstrued, the evidence would seemingly indicate a rather intense jealousy on your part at the mere notion of Sam’s… infidelity.”
I rolled my eyes. “Sam wasn’t being… uh… infi… unfaithful. As we’ve already established, she’s not my girlfriend, so faithfulness cannot be presumed.”
“In my experience, whether or not faithfulness is actually warranted, males hold a certain extraterritorial jurisdiction in such matters when they’re intimate with a woman, regardless of any formal relationship status.”
I blinked, processing all that and translating, “You mean I’m possessive of Sam just because we’re banging even though she’s not actually my girlfriend.”
Mother shrugged. To her, we’d said exactly the same thing.
I sighed. “Well you’re probably right. It was right around the time I realized I was feeling jealous of Sam that I realized I’d be jealous of any of the BTC girls hooking up with other guys. I mean, intellectually I know I shouldn’t, but I would be jealous anyway.”
“Human nature. Or perhaps more precisely: evolutionary nature.”
“That doesn’t excuse it.”
“I didn’t say it needed to.”
I frowned. “You’re not going to make some feminist argument that I should subsume my innate male need to exercise authoritarian control over the girls as a matter of respecting the female right to not submit to my oppression?”
Mother’s eyes danced. “You’re trying to keep up with me. I appreciate the effort.”
I rolled my eyes again.
“You care about the girls; that much is clear. You’ve had feelings for all of them for years, so it’s no surprise you’ve developed a certain affection for each of them. As your relationships have crossed the lines from platonic to physical, it’s only natural for you to also develop a certain possessiveness over each of them. This is to be expected when a man and a woman become as intimate as you’ve become with each of them, regardless of any formal declarations of ownership.”
I frowned. “Didn’t you just say a minute ago that I had no right to be possessive of her?”
“I did not,” she contradicted. “More precisely, my exact words were, ‘One might say you’ve no right to be possessive of her.’ But that is a statement to which I would personally disagree.”
“So you think I DO have the right to be possessive of her.”
Mother took a deep breath. “When I started dating Warren, I already knew after the first time we had sex that he would feel possessive over me even though we had yet to formalize our status. The expectations of fidelity on both our parts had already been set, even if not yet spoken aloud, and that same fidelity was built into the parameters of our developing relationship. It had been made clear to each of us that we were at the beginning stages of that which could potentially grow into more. Were I to step out and become intimate with some other man, he would have every right to be both jealous and angry. And quite frankly, if Sam were to become intimate with some other man without telling you at the very least, you would likewise have every right to be both jealous and angry.”
“Even though we’re not actually together? Even though she and I have made no such expectations of… uhhh… that which could potentially grow into more.”
Mother shrugged. “I said you would have the right to be angry if she became unfaithful without telling you. Your lack of formalized relationship status means that if she DID tell you, you wouldn’t have any right to stop her. And yet, I assure you she already understands how much that would hurt you were she to do so.”
“Does she?”
“Let’s reverse the characters for a moment. How do you think the girls would react if you slept with some cheerleader from school without telling them?”
“They’d castrate me. Neevie especially.”
“Putting your girlfriend aside for a moment, you don’t have a formalized relationship with any of the other girls, and yet you already understand they expect fidelity from you. Not fidelity to each of them individually, but to the collective.”
“For sure.”
“Sam understands this too; she would never do anything behind your back. Honesty is the foundation of any relationship, including your friendship. That said, as long as she told you the truth, you WOULD be obligated to let her go if she so chose.”
“Well what if I don’t want to let her go?”
Mother’s eyes narrowed. “Are you saying you want a formalized relationship with Samantha?”
I winced. “I’m not… I mean…”
“Or do you want to ‘Get the milk for free’, as they say? To bind her under your authoritarian control without the decency of reciprocation.”
I made a face at her and rolled my eyes again. “That’s not what I meant.”
“You can’t get the goods if you’re not willing to pay the price. How do you truly feel about her?”
“I…”
“Do you want Samantha to be faithful to you?”
“Not precisely.”
Mother folded her arms over her chest. “Please… be precise.”
“I… I don’t know how to explain it. What I want most is for Sam to be happy, and if that means being with someone else, that’s fine. I guess I just got caught off guard by Zofi telling me Sam had gone out with another guy last night. The sudden jealousy hit me HARD, and I was all prepared to go charging off to her house to confront her about it, her parents be damned.”
“A good indicator that your feelings for her are quite strong.”
“I love her… I think. But… it’s different. I mean, I have strong feelings for all of the girls, in different ways. I’m still having trouble wrapping my head around it. In a way, I feel like I love ALL the girls, but then that can’t be right. Aren’t we supposed to only be in love with one person?”
Mother shook her head. “That’s never been the case and will never be the case. Love is not limited in such a manner. Fidelity can be expected of a partner, yes. But feelings are feelings, and love is not a simple binary emotion that can be turned off when inconvenient. Your love for each of the girls following the increased intimacy of your relationships is perfectly valid. Don’t try to minimalize those feelings, because I assure you, the love each of those girls feels for you in return is quite strong indeed.”
That made me sit up straight. “How much do you really know about the love they each feel for me? Or do you only have what Sam’s told you?”
Mother exhaled and pursed her lips. “I must admit that having Samantha as my primary source for information lends itself to a certain bias. However, I’ve been able to observe first-hand the love each of those girls feels for you in the mornings when they would come downstairs after spending the night with you. I was in the van for the entire drive up to and back from Tahoe. And while again, I’m pretty old, I still remember what it was like to be a young woman in love with a handsome young man, and the markers are pretty clear.”
“And what have you noticed?”
“I've noticed how Mari always talks about how safe she feels with you. Zofi too, actually. Belle talks about how she can always depend on you. Alice talks often about trust. Naimh has… well… to be honest every time I’ve seen Naimh she basically just wants to fuck you. Even AFTER she’s just fucked you.”
I found myself blushing and rubbed my forehead a bit, most especially because of this being one of the rare times Mother used the f-word.
“And don’t take this the wrong way,” Mother continued with a bit of a smirk, “but Sam says she loves how obedient you are for her.”
I chuckled, and with a shrug, conceded that Sam was probably right.
“And while the words they often choose to use may differ slightly, all of them actually come back to essentially the same meaning. All six of them feel SAFE with you. They trust you, they depend on you, and yes, they want you to be obedient, because at the end of the day, all of those things have been making them feel safe around you for years. And believe me, as a woman in today’s world, I can readily understand how difficult it is to feel safe around a man.”
I thought back to what now felt like forever ago, even if it had only been about two months. And with a little smile, I recalled, “Sam once said what she loved most about me was that she knew I’d never do anything she didn’t want me to do, and had never felt that way with other guys.”
“She feels safe with you. She trusts you. She still does.” Mother eyed me carefully. “Is it so much to ask you to trust her in return?”
I brought my head up quickly. “I DO trust her.”
“You didn’t seem so trusting when you first came home.”
I sighed. “I was confused and concerned. I wanted to give her the benefit of doubt but… I…”
“You were jealous.”
“Obviously.”
“Because you love her and the thought of her being with another man hurt you more than you realized could be possible.”
“I… I think?”
“Have you ever told her this?”
“I just realized it myself like twenty minutes ago.”
Mother reached forward and touched my knee. “Don’t do anything rash like race out of the house, bang down her door, and scream your undying love at her bedroom window from the front lawn.”
I stared at Mother as if she’d sprouted horns. “What?”
She laughed. “Permit me a moment of levity. I’m pretty sure I saw that in a movie at least once. But short of doing anything so dramatic, you may consider telling her the strength of your feelings for her the next time you see her.”
“I don’t need to run off at tell Sam I love her or anything. I’m dating Neevie. SHE’S my girlfriend.” I blinked, sensing an ulterior motive. “Wait a minute… You WANT me to tell Sam I love her.”
Mother smiled. “I like her. I like her a LOT. I imagine all mothers wish for their sons to find a wife they can respect, although from the number of daughter-in-law jokes I hear, I imagine the success rate is rather low.”
My eyes got BIG. “Did you just suggest that I might MARRY Sam?”
“Permit an old woman her dreams.”
I shook my head, thinking of that night when Sam and I came downstairs after she’d taken my virginity, only to discover mother reading a book and drinking wine with Sam’s panties atop the counter.
My how far we’d come.
****
Alice was waiting for me and Belle at the parking lot Monday morning. She came over to us as soon as we stepped onto the curb, and the first words out of her mouth were, “Hope you’re hydrated. Neevie’s gonna seriously make a run at Death By Fucking today. The girls and I are putting down bets on whether or not she’ll even wait for the end of school.”
“Put me down for five bucks on Neevie NOT waiting until the end of school,” Belle added helpfully.
Indeed, my girlfriend had adjusted her routine enough that she actually met us right by the first gate onto campus. One minute, I was chatting with Belle and Alice. The next, I nearly got form-tackled into the bars when a horny redhead slammed into me from the side. Only her squealed, “Matty!” in her inimitable voice gave me enough of an idea what was going on so that I didn’t freak out at the abrupt change in my directional momentum.
“Hey… miss me?” I said nonchalantly once we separated for air.
“I apparently missed YOU more than you missed ME!” she teased.
I responded by initiating a fresh makeout session that lasted long enough for Belle and Alice to both laugh at us, tap me on the shoulder, and say goodbye as they headed off to their own classes.
Thirty seconds later, though, Naimh had to stop kissing me again. “Shoot, I gotta get to class.” Her first period was all the way across campus.
“Thanks for waiting here to see me. I DID miss you.” Seriously, I’d really missed her. After Sam’s impromptu five-mile run and nothing else but Zofi’s post-game blowjob, I’d found myself lying in bed last night with a raging erection and nothing but my poor right hand for relief. Alice was right: I’d almost forgotten how to masturbate. And I put all that frustration and longing into my voice and eyes.
She seemed to get the message. “I’ll see you later,” she promised, her voice promising even more. And then she turned and hustled off to class.
As I straightened my backpack, I noticed that several of my classmates were gawking at me, no surprise after the scene my ridiculously gorgeous girlfriend and I had just made.
I loved my life.
****
Sam gave me a warm smile when I came in the door for our shared first period, but almost immediately afterward she averted her gaze and looked down at her notebook. There was no time to talk before class, but I knew we would walk together to our shared second period afterward. When the bell rang at the end of class, I sidled over to her, but rather than wrap both arms around my right elbow, she tucked her thumbs into the straps of her backpack and headed out the door with me just a step behind trying to keep up. She wasn’t purposefully walking away from me, but neither was she making significant effort to remain close by my side.
“Hey, uh,” I began lamely. “Can we talk later? Without everyone around? Maybe this afternoon during the study session, we can find a quiet room.”
Sam gave me an odd look. “Is sex ALL you think about?”
I frowned at her tone. “No, I seriously meant to talk. Like… our mouths open and words come out.”
She sighed. “I can’t make the study session this afternoon. I’ve got other things going on.”
“How about after? Ideally, you could come over to my house after dinner for a short visit, but if that’s not convenient I can drive over to your place instead.”
“I’m not dating anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she explained rather tersely. “Zofi told me you got all paranoid about me meeting up with a guy Saturday night, but I promise you it wasn’t like that.”
“Oh, no worries. Mother told me she arranged for you to talk to this third-year law student son of one of her partners at the firm.”
Sam stopped in her tracks and furrowed her eyebrows as she glanced over at me. “You talked to your mum about me?”
I stopped as well, and we got brushed a bit as other students on their way to class had to pass around us like we were rocks amidst a river of human traffic. Gesturing with my eyes and head, I took a step over against the wall so we at least wouldn’t be blocking people. Sam followed.
Once we were out of the steady flow, I explained, “You two have obviously become pretty close. I wanted to know if she knew more about what was going on that me, especially since… well… yesterday when you left my house after our run while I was in the shower, she… uh… seemed to know more about what was going on than me.”
Sam was suddenly quite close to my face, and not just to create more space for pedestrian traffic behind her. From only inches away, she searched my eyes and asked, “What exactly did you two talk about?”
I blinked and held up my hands defensively. “Mostly about how you don’t actually want to be a doctor and you’ve been asking her advice about a potential career change into being a lawyer instead.”
Her eyebrows rose. “And that’s it?”
I immediately thought about what Mother had said about me telling Sam that I had feelings for her (not to mention Mother’s not-so-subtle hint about my potential choice in wife), but immediately dismissed the thought of saying such a thing in-between classes while surrounded by a river of passing students.
“Yeah, basically that’s it,” I replied.
Sam frowned. “Then what the hell do you want to talk about?”
I sighed. I didn’t feel any pressing need to tell Sam I loved her or anything like Mother wanted. I had strong feelings for her, sure, and the thought of her being with another guy had certainly made me jealous. But really… “I just want to make sure we’re on the same page is all. You’ve seemed really… distant… lately. And I want to understand why. If it’s something about me, please tell me so I can make things right. And if it’s something going on with you, I really care about you and I want to understand.”
“We’re on the same page. Everything’s fine,” she said dismissively.
“Are we?” I arched an eyebrow. “Because I’m not the type to bother you if there isn’t something going on. Something’s going on, and it’s not just your change in career plans.”
Sam rolled her eyes. “You’re just weirded out because we didn’t have sex yesterday morning.”
I blinked. “Well… yeah. That’s a bit out of the norm for us lately.”
“Can’t a girl just be moody and hormonal?”
“Tell me you’re just being moody and hormonal and that everything’s fine and we’ll go back to normal in a couple of days and I’ll leave you alone. But somehow I don’t think it’s that simple.”
Sam pursed her lips, measuring whether or not she could dismiss me so easily.
In the meantime, I took a deep breath, looked at my friend seriously, and added, “This is me. I rarely ask for anything, but something’s not right between us and I need to know why. Please?”
Sam immediately softened, and after taking a deep breath, she sighed and nodded. “Alright fine. I’ll be there after dinner. I was gonna stop by to talk to your mum anyway.”
“Works for me.”
Pursing her lips, she abruptly turned and rejoined the flow of traffic, leaving me behind.
I sighed, wondering how I was going to keep from worrying about Sam until tonight.
****
Distraction came in the form of a 5’8” ridonkulously gorgeous freckled redhead with an Irish lilt, supple Double-D tits, and a penchant for taking my dick up her ass.
Belle would’ve won her five-dollar bet, because Naimh dragged me out to the parking lot at lunchtime, we lowered the rear seats flat into the bed configuration, and got jiggy with it. She started climaxing the second my cock entered her cunt, and she didn’t stop cumming until I basted her womb with a few gallons of backed-up baby batter. I’m not a hundred-percent certain, but I’m pretty sure at least a few people in the parking lot noticed the way the minivan was rocking and tried to peek in through the windows to see what was going on.
At least the tinted windows helped cut down on clarity and we kept our clothes on so nobody got a free peek at my girlfriend’s tits or anything, although they might’ve gotten a good look at my naked ass as I humped away at her. Whatever. The whole school already knew we were fucking.
We made it back to our friends with just enough time to actually eat our lunches. Sam was still quiet, but cordial enough. Having my hot Irish girlfriend trying to literally bond our two bodies together side-by-side was plenty distracting, although the way Sam kept glancing over it did make me wonder if Zofi had been telling the truth about Sam not being jealous over my relationship with Naimh.
After school, Naimh came straight over to my house and we fucked like bunnies the whole afternoon. She ended up getting a full trifecta, if not quite in order. I blasted deep in her pussy first. We got about twenty minutes of homework done before she started a round that ended with an anal injection. We took a shower together and did another hour of work. And in the end we just sixty-nined until she swallowed my load, saying she wouldn’t have time for her hair to dry after another shower before she returned home to her parents.
I headed over to Belle’s house to make dinner, where she teased me about walking funny. Between Sam’s five-miler and Naimh’s sexual marathon, I was feeling pretty gaunt. So we filled me up with carbs for energy and protein for muscle recovery, exchanged a quick kiss that her dad tried to not really notice, and I headed back to my house.
Sam would be coming over around seven.
****
Alone in my house, I sat silently in the living room awaiting the ring of the doorbell. No TV, no video games, nothing to read. I was lost in thought, wondering why I felt bothered so much.
By any impartial judgment, I was overreacting to what ultimately was no big deal. The Saturday night “date” was a non-starter. A week ago, Sam had come over to chat with Mother and not have sex with me on a night when Naimh had already fucked my brains out. Yesterday we’d gone for a run together and not had sex. And the sum total of these two occasions when a hot girl decided to not have sex with me for her own reasons somehow had me freaking out. It wasn’t like we’d even gone a very long time without any sexual contact. She’d fucked me on Wednesday and blown me on Friday. So why the hell was I freaking out?
Was my life so perfect that even the smallest speed bump had me on edge?
Was my life TOO perfect so that the slightest imbalance had me panicking that the house of cards of my current sex life was about to come crashing down?
Yeah, maybe that made a little more sense.
Let’s get real: I was a horny young male regularly ejaculating into and all over six beautiful busty bisexual babes who had a thing for eating creampies. This was NOT an ordinary teenage sex life. There was no way it could last forever. It had to end eventually.
But can you really blame me for hoping it would last a little longer?
A phrase Alice had said to me Saturday morning stuck in my head: The squeaky wheel gets the grease. It was a metaphor to convey the idea that whoever complains is more likely to receive attention. At the time, Alice had used it to express that whichever girl invited me into her pussy got the most attention, whereas a less demonstrative girl like herself felt relegated and ignored.
In this case, the metaphor wasn’t about sex. Rather, my relationships with five of the BTC girls felt smooth and hummed along without any “squeaks”. I mean, stuff was going on with each of them, but at least I had no fear of suddenly losing what we had. Alice was searching for her next evolution beyond “Matty’s Video Game Buddy”. Belle loved me but simultaneously felt the need to stretch her wings and explore the world before settling down. Mari was coming to grips with her past traumas and embracing her inner sex goddess. Zofi was seeking to prove her heterosexuality to her parents, and quite possibly, to herself. And Naimh was embracing all the pleasure, excitement, and angst of new love.
My relationship with Sam, however, was “squeaking”, and I didn’t know why. What was Sam going through right now? Was it as simple as setting herself free of parental expectations to become the next doctor in the family tree? Maybe I was being self-centered, her current mental anguish had absolutely nothing to do with me, and this request to explain herself was simply a friend making himself one more burden than she needed right now. Maybe I would have been better off trusting her to sort out her issues on her own and recognize that if she needed my help with anything, she could and would ask.
But maybe her issues DID have something to do with me, and if so, wouldn’t everything be better if I nipped the problem in the bud before it exploded into something bigger and worse?
Maybe it really WAS more than what it seemed, and she really WAS tired of me splitting my attention amongst six girls. Hadn’t she always said she wanted to be the guy’s “favorite”? What if she didn’t want to deal with watching Naimh become my love bunny and was cutting her losses to go pursue some other guy?
What if the Saturday night “date” WASN’T a non-starter? What if this third-year law student was some chiseled hunk with an incredible six-pack, strong jawline, and the kind of warm eyes a girl could lose herself in?
What if I was about to become the kind of clingy overbearing boy who drove away a pretty girl with his own neuroses?
Maybe I was scared that the status quo was a delicate balancing act of the BTC represented by a circular plate held up by six separate poles around its circumference, and the loss of even one of the poles, while not immediately fatal on its own, would still unbalance the plate, shift the amount of weight required by the other five to support, and ultimately lead to the entire thing’s downfall.
Maybe I was a straight-A student overreacting to a B-plus on the most recent AP Bio midterm.
Maybe I was a six-wheel off-road vehicle where even one of those wheels out of alignment could plunge me off a cliff to my complete and utter doom.
For the moment, I could say my relationships with the other five girls would be just fine. But Sam?
The squeaky wheel gets the grease.
The doorbell rang.
****
What happened next surprised the hell out of me. And if it surprised me, you can bet it surprised the hell out of her. I didn’t plan it, and didn’t even consciously realize I was doing it until I’d already done it.
I just… I MISSED her. I really can’t explain it any better than that. It’s ridiculous, of course. I’d seen her at school only hours earlier, and yet it felt like the Sam that I knew, the Sam who had taken my virginity, the Sam that I had such strong feelings for… I hadn’t seen HER in more than a week. And for some reason I couldn’t completely explain, I was scared I’d never see her ever again.
But then she was there on my front porch. When I opened the door, SHE was there. Not the simulacrum that had gone running with me and scoffed at my lack of distance-running fitness. Not the facsimile that had gone through the motions at school. When she first saw my face and looked up into my eyes, the REAL Sam was in there, genuinely happy to see me.
The next thing I knew the back of Sam’s head was pressed up against the door from the force of my kiss. At least the front door was closed. I don’t remember doing it, but there was no mistaking that she was pressed against the inside of the door while we made out like the world was about to end. The passion of my kiss swept both of us away, and to my everlasting joy when I finally realized what I’d started, it was to realize she was kissing me back just as hard as I was kissing her.
My hands slid into the back of the comfortable workout pants she’d worn for the visit, the elastic band giving me no resistance as I grabbed big handfuls of her bare buttcheeks while she moaned into my mouth. But I couldn’t get the leverage I needed, so a second later I yanked them out of her pants and grabbed the backs of her thighs instead. My leg muscles were still sore from yesterday’s run, but I ignored the pain as I scooped her body up and wrapped her legs around my waist. She quickly crossed her ankles behind my butt and used her increased leverage to really drive her tongue down into my mouth. And then I was walking us away from the front door and into the living room.
I almost didn’t make it. Seriously, my legs HURT, but through sheer willpower I fought through the burn and managed to stagger all the way over to the sofa and plant her on her back across it. Sam broke the kiss and squealed as she felt herself falling. But once we landed on the cushions, she grabbed my head and started making out with me again. My left foot was still on the floor, so the angle wasn’t great, but I managed to adjust my right knee and shift my weight so that my throbbing erection was right on top of her clit, and purely on instinct I started to grind my bone right down on her.
No words were spoken, from either of us. I could scarcely believe that we’d gone straight to this position, and I was afraid if I did so much as speak her name that I’d somehow break the spell. I couldn’t tell if she was like-minded, but she never said a word either. Still, I could tell from the fire in her eyes and the pain immediately behind them that she suddenly NEEDED me inside her. And with both of us on the same wavelength, I was quick to stand my left foot up on the floor and push up with my right knee to give her enough room to start shoving down her workout pants while I started fiddling with my cargo pants as well.
There was no further foreplay. She managed to kick off her shoes and pull one leg free while I didn’t get any further than getting my pants and boxers down to my ankles. It was a little awkward at first, but once she got both legs wrapped around my midsection, I notched my fat dick at her soaking wet entrance and pushed.
She stared up at me from about a foot away, eyes glowing amber with an extra lightning bolt that flashed through her irises at the moment of penetration.
I saw true love in her eyes in that moment, or at least what I believed to be true love. And then she yanked my head down to hers so we could resume kissing while I swiftly buried every last inch inside her, down to the root.
“Ohmigawd… Matty…” she finally spoke, her voice a whimper of longing and need. Her hands slid up the back of my shirt, stroking my spine before clutching my shoulders from behind as I started a familiar rhythm.
In.
Out.
Deep.
And back.
I kissed my way down her neck and moaned into her shoulder. She clutched me tightly, fingers digging into my skin as if afraid I'd evaporate if she didn’t hold on tight enough. I dropped my own hands back down to her juicy asscheeks, digging in equally hard and yanking her body against mine as I started to savagely fuck her.
“Matty…” she whined again, and it sounded like she was crying.
I stopped fucking her and turned my head to find that yes, sure enough, there were tears streaming down her face. I pressed my pelvic bone up against her clit, making her gasp. And I stayed there, just sort of lightly waggling my weight on that single point of contact while I extended my neck to kiss away her tears.
The words came unbidden, from the bottom of my soul. “I love you, Sam.”
Her eyes flashed as she looked straight into mine. Suddenly she looked terrified again, but I didn’t ask for a return answer.
I loved her.
I did.
I didn’t want to lose her. I couldn’t lose her. But it wasn’t just fear of loss.
I LOVED her.
And whether or not she loved me in return, it was enough. I kissed her again, and she whimpered into my mouth for just a moment before yanking one arm out from underneath the back of my shirt, wrapping it around the back of my head instead, and kissing me once again like the world was about to end.
Eventually though, we had to break for air. She cooed into my ear and now wrapped both arms behind my neck. Holding me close, Sam was the first to re-start our fucking motions, using the sofa cushion springiness to pump her pussy a few inches back before thrusting herself up to swallow up the same length and then some.
I panted into the empty space to the left side of her head off the edge of the sofa, my chest crushing her tits between us. I found that I’d started holding her shoulders somewhere in the middle of all that kissing, and now used them as leverage to retract my dick until I was almost all the way out and then yank our bodies back together again with long, powerful thrusts. Her head jerked with each impact, causing her chin to thrust up into the air. She gasped at each incredible sensation, groaning her pleasure as I continued to pound away at her pussy.
“Matty… Matty… Matty…” she began to moan, a steady chant that made my name an exclamation of joy. And after I changed up the rhythm to pause and really grind my pelvis against her clit at the top of each long hammering stroke, she clutched my body with all four limbs and started screaming her first release.
There were many more where that came from.
After Sam recovered from her orgasm, she seemed energized by a surge of new adrenaline. Wrapping me up with all four limbs again, she rolled us off the sofa, causing me to yelp in surprise as I suddenly felt first my legs and then my ass hit the floor, followed quickly by my upper torso sliding like an avalanche from the slopes of the sofa cushions. At least I was able to arch my back and control the descent a little. Our loins were never disengaged, and left Sam riding me cowgirl style.
She bared her teeth like a tigress, her amber eyes glittering as she ripped her sweater over her head and reached behind herself to unclasp her bra. In moments, my Aphrodite was gloriously naked on top of me save for the workout pants and her panties still around her right leg below the knee. No matter, she planted her hands on my chest and started riding me like a bucking bronco, powerfully taking charge to tame the beast while I fought to not be tamed and fucked back just as hard as she was fucking me. My ass would feel the effects of banging off the harder floor tomorrow, and my quads burned like my blood had been set on fire. But the moment demanded nothing less than everything I could possibly give.
My right thumb found its way between us and I started rubbing her clit. At the same time, my left hand snaked up her torso before grabbing one of her massive tits, squeezing the melon and pinching the nipple. Sam grabbed my hand and pulled it even higher so that she could pop two of my fingers into her mouth. She sucked on my digits like they were my dick instead, her tongue licking and her lips caressing. But then she also bit down gently and grinned when I bucked a little harder up into her pussy.
Within minutes, she was on her way to a second orgasm. The inferno inside her pussy had become the boiler of a steam engine while every thrust of my cock shoveled in more and more coal. And as she started racing up that peak, she dropped her chest down over my face, grabbed my head with both hands, and used her grip to hump her body even faster than before. I could scarcely breathe, suffocated as I was by her ample titflesh. But if a man were truly killed by Venus herself with her massive tits the certified cause of death, it would not be a life wasted.
Fortunately, I didn’t die. Hell, I grabbed onto the sides of her big boobs and crushed them even tighter against my cheeks. When I heard her start screaming, I grabbed her naked asscheeks instead and hammered her poor body against my pistoning prick even faster. And I was rewarded with her orgasmic shrieks echoing throughout the cavernous walls of my big empty house.
I felt like I could fuck for hours. Now that I stopped to think about it, my girlfriend had already attempted Death By Fucking today and drained me practically dry. But I knew I had at least one more load left in me, even if it took forever to finally get it out. The point is, despite all the pleasure filling my brain, I felt no immediate need to cum.
My legs, however, felt like they were about to fall off. I had planted my feet flat on the floor and used my glutes and abs to really drive my dick upward into Sam’s sweet snatch. But now I rolled us back over so that I was once again on top. And although the movement dislodged our bodies for the first time in forever, her pussy was gaping wide open and it was an easy matter to slam myself back in.
Now it was her turn to feel the rug burn, but if she cared she didn’t show it. After ripping my shirt off, I rutted in and out of her clenching cunt, pounded that pussy, and thwacked her tight twat. Now it was my turn to moan her name in ecstasy, to express my utter bliss by chanting, “Saaam! Saaam! Saaam!”
Having spent the first part of this floor fuck staring up at my body heaving above her, she now hooked her hands behind my shoulders and pulled me down to her so that we were crushed chest-to-chest once more. She bit my ear and growled, “Fill me, Matty. Fuck me and fill me. I wanna feel your baby batter swimming around the inside of my womb. I wanna feel your hot sperm drowning me from the inside. Fuck me, Matty! Fuck me! I need it!!! I need you! I can’t stay away from you! I LOVE YOU, MATTY! FILL ME, MATTY! FILL ME AND LOVE ME, MATTY! I NEED YOU! I LOVE YOU! MAAAATTTTTTYYYYY!!!!”
Sam’s third climax triggered mine. I’d dropped my hands back down to her ass, crashing our two bodies with an almost violent energy. One moment I was pounding away at her, getting closer to the mountaintop but not quite there yet. The next moment her scream of ecstasy acted like a detonator for mine. And suddenly I was filling her just like she wanted, unleashing the deluge deep within her insides as we bucked and moaned and thrashed right there on the floor of my living room.
“MAAAATTTTTTYYYYY!!!!” she howled again.
“SSSSSAAAAAAMMMMM!!!!” I howled right with her.
Three more times, I pulled back a few inches and thrust forward to try and cram myself just another half inch deeper into my lover’s body. She held me close, clutching me to her chest with her fingers once again digging into my skin as if afraid I'd evaporate if she didn’t hold on tight enough. I gripped her asscheeks, pinning our two bodies as humanly close as they could be. And even when I had nothing left to give her, I found that I didn’t want to relax my grip.
Neither did she. If anything, Sam managed to tighten her grip while also tugging down with her calves, wrapping me up with all four limbs in a physical promise to never let me go.
My voice came back to me, my forehead on the floor as I mumbled softly, “I love you, Sam. Please don’t leave me.”
She pressed her cheek against mine, panting for breath. Her right hand slid a little higher to rub the back of my head as she replied, “I love you, too. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Just don’t LEAVE me.”
“I’m not… I mean I wasn’t…” She started crying, and I picked my head up to look down at her gorgeous face. Leaning my weight onto my left elbow, I used my right thumb to brush a tear away from her cheek. She stared up at me, eyes large and luminous and shining in the light from the lamp on the side table. Despite all of the passionate pleasure and love we’d just shared, she looked… sad. And after a long minute of staring up at me, she furrowed her eyebrows and explained, “I wasn’t leaving you.”
I arched an eyebrow. “I smell a ‘but’ coming.”
She sighed and shook her head. “I don’t have time to be your girlfriend.”
I frowned. “I thought you didn’t WANT to be my girlfriend.”
“Of course I WANT to be your girlfriend. I love you, Matty, and I want to see you all the time. I want what Neevie has.” She squeezed her inner pussy muscles around me for emphasis.
I liked the feeling, but my frown deepened. “I’m getting mixed messages here.”
“I don’t WANT to be in love with you because I don’t have TIME for a boyfriend. I’ve got a million things going on right now. I’m in three extracurricular clubs plus the Debate team, I’m taking two extra community college classes, and that doesn’t even count paying lip service to my parents’ complicated social circles. Like… I haven’t been skipping Monday afternoon study sessions to avoid you or my friends. I’ve been home studying by myself so I don’t get distracted into a ‘study break’.”
“Actually, that sounds exactly like you’ve been skipping study sessions to avoid me and your friends.”
“Well, you know what I mean.”
“I do.” I smiled warmly.
She sighed. “Look, I meant what I said about being perfectly happy to be able to show up to your house and get a few orgasms without all the complications of dating.”
“Then why have you stopped showing up to my house and getting orgasms?”
“Because you’re too fucking GOOD. Like this… right now… with your warm body on top of me and your big dick inside me. I don’t want this feeling to ever end. I wanna stay up late cuddling in your arms and get abruptly woken up when your fat cock pushes into my pussy from behind, still slick from the load you dumped inside me the night before.”
Her words had me starting to get hard again, and I stirred my weight on top of her while she gasped and moaned at the pressure on her clit.
“But I can’t afford to spend all day and night pinned beneath your sweaty body having orgasm after orgasm. I have WORK to do! I have reading and studying and other dreams to follow that don’t involve your penis! I can feel myself falling in love with you and the more I’m with you the more I CRAVE to be with you.”
I gave her a curious look. “So what… you were trying to withdraw yourself emotionally so you wouldn’t be in love with me so much and could focus on all the other shit going on in your life?”
“YES!”
“So you’re NOT leaving me to find yourself another boyfriend who can make you his priority instead of being stuck with a guy who has to split his attention among six different girls.”
Sam furrowed her eyebrows. “Is THAT what you were worried about?”
“Well… yeah… I mean, when Zofi told me yesterday that you went out with another guy on Saturday night, yeah, I started to get really jealous. And then this morning between first and second periods you kinda blew me off when I was asking you to come over here. So yeah… I was worried a little.”
“Matty…”
“I love you, Sam. I don’t want to let you go.”
She kissed me quickly. “I love you, too. I’m sorry if it feels like I’m holding back from you. I just… I don’t want to make this a habit where I like NEED to fuck you five days a week. You’re making me an addict as it is. That’s why on Sunday I tried to run both of us to exhaustion and then sorta skipped out of there before the craving to join you in the shower overwhelmed me. But please believe me when I say I’m not going anywhere and I’m not looking to hook up with anybody else.”
“I believe you. And I’m sorry for being clingy.”
She blushed and kissed me again. “Actually, I rather like the idea of you being clingy to me. It means you still care.”
“I do.”
Sam got a bit of an evil wry grin on her face. “All this time trying to make myself your favorite through topping what the other girls could give you… Maybe I should’ve tried leaving you sooner.”
“Don’t you dare.”
She laughed, which did wonderful things to her core muscles and therefore did wonderful things to my re-hardening prick surrounded by those core muscles. Feeling the energy surging back to my loins, I switched from slowly grinding her to withdrawing a few inches and fucking myself back inside her.
“Ohhh, Matty…” she groaned. “You’re really spoiling me.”
“I aim to please.”
“You do…” she sighed as she rolled her hips and took up the pumping motion. “You do… Ugh, but the floor is pretty hard. Let me up.”
Withdrawing my now fully hardened dick, I sat back on my heels while Sam got up and climbed onto the sofa facing away from me, pausing to finally remove her workout pants from her ankle. Now fully naked, she braced herself against the backrest and waggled her perfect ass invitingly. And I was quick to settle behind her and slide myself back inside.
“Mmm, fuck me, Matty…” Sam crooned. “Fuck me, lover…”
“I’m fucking you, Sam. I’m fucking you.”
I pumped her slowly and let my hands roam all over her silky-smooth skin, stroking her spine and tickling the sides of her pendulous breasts before bending over to cup them and fondle away to my heart’s content. But just when we started picking up speed, she looked back at me with a new fire in her eyes.
“Put it in my ass, Matty. C’mon, I know you’ve been dying to for weeks, especially after running behind me for all those miles yesterday. You couldn’t take your eyes off it.”
I blinked. “Uh, the lube’s upstairs.”
She shook her head. “Mari said she took it without any lube. Neevie, too.”
I pursed my lips. “You really ARE fucking competitive, you know that?”
Sam giggled. “Of course I know it. Now shut up and sodomize me.” She braced her chest against the backrest and reached back with both hands to spread her own cheeks.
By now I knew my dick was coated in both girlcum and my own previous load. Hoping it would prove to be enough lube, I pulled out of her and stared down at Sam’s crinkled anus. For good measure, I bent down and spit on her sphincter, figuring it couldn’t hurt. And then holding just the base of my soaking wet schlong, I positioned my mushroom head at her anal entrance and started pushing in.
“Nnnngggguuuuuuhhhhh…” Sam groaned, trying to relax herself. To my surprise, I managed to push inside with only a little resistance. It wasn’t as easy as entering Mari unlubed, but it was nowhere near as difficult as that first night in Tahoe even with lube. And after about a minute I was balls deep inside my lover’s colon.
“Fuck my ass, Matty…” Sam moaned, still holding her own asscheeks open for me. “Fuck my ass…”
The next several minutes were the cherry on top of an already incredible day for me. After the lunchtime nooner with Naimh in the minivan and the later trifecta in the afternoon, I hadn’t needed nor expected any further sexual encounters. My request for Sam to come over and talk had been purely for platonic reasons, and yet here we were at the end of yet another marathon sex session.
I wouldn’t be able to walk the next morning.
But in the moment, I gave her my all no matter how much my legs hurt. I pounded away up Sam’s backside, making her scream and shout and let it all out until she howled her fourth and then finally fifth orgasms at the top of her lungs. I joined her a second later, her milking ass muscles dragging out whatever sperm I had left in my body until I was drained so dry I felt like a desiccated corpse.
I wound up pulling out, spinning around, and sitting down heavily on the sofa cushion beside her. Still shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm, Sam curled into a ball face-down with her ass still up in the air. And right around the time I finally started to catch my breath, I saw the tell-tale white cream of my jism start to ooze out from her stretched anus and run down like a little river to join the creamy mingled-cum still trickling out of her red-worn pussy just below.
Where’s Belle when you need her?
The assfuck took longer than I had planned. I hadn’t been holding back or anything; I was just so drained from all the fucking I’d done all day that it simply took that long for me to cum. We were both covered in sweat and probably staining Mother’s fancy living room sofa, but we also both had silly grins on our faces that reflected the love we shared.
Sam was still ass-up and leaking cum from both of her holes when a new voice broke in. “Are you two done YET? I swear you’ve been going for over an hour.”
Sam dropped her butt down to her heels and whipped her head around while I sat up straight and hurriedly covered my junk with a throw pillow.
Mother leaned against the wall, a wide smirk on her face and a big wine glass in her hand. She took a final sip, emptying what little was left in the glass. Sighing, she appraised the scene before her before turning around and walking back towards the kitchen. The last words we heard tossed over her shoulder were, “Ah, to be eighteen again…”
Sam and I looked at each other. Recovering quickly, she shrugged and commented, “Well THAT’S a first.”
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Comments
Bluedragonauthor
I'm getting a lot of that kind of feedback. =)
Jeff Potato
Honestly, I kinda want to read more about Matty's mother. If she's this awesome when she's parenting -- which everyone, including her, acknowledges is *not* her strong point -- she must be fucking incredible at her actual job. Matty's Mom: Ace Attorney spinoff?
"This was NOT an ordinary teenage sex life." Heh ... nicely done!
