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The Big Tits Club: Chapter 24
🕑 Added 2021-04-02 15:00:04 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 24: Boyfriend II --
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We took a shower together but didn’t start up another round of sex. After playing with my hot girlfriend’s big titties, rubbing her reddened-ass, and making out beneath the shower spray I was plenty interested, but Naimh told me to save it for Zofi.
I reminded her that Zofi and I would be double-dating with her parents and that Zofi had explicitly stated we wouldn’t need to save anything for her. But Naimh pecked my nose and murmured, “You never know.”
It took five minutes for her to get from the inside of my front door to the outside. I opened the door, she started walking out, and all of a sudden I couldn’t bear to let her go. So I held her hand, yanked her back into my arms, and we started making out like the world was going to end. She wound up pressing my back against the door to shut it, and for a little while time ceased to exist for us.
In the end, we still had to breathe, though, and she nuzzled my nose while panting, “I love you, boyfriend.”
“I love you too, girlfriend.”
She giggled. “I LOVE that I can call you ‘boyfriend’.”
I grinned. “I love that I can call you ‘girlfriend’. You’re my first-ever girlfriend.”
Naimh’s eyes sizzled at that. “You know how much I love being your ‘first’ anything.”
“The way you girls have been going, I’m running out of firsts.”
“Oh, I’m sure we can think of a few more. Sam’s never gonna catch me.”
I frowned. “Please tell me that’s not what this is about.”
She blinked and quickly looked apologetic. “No, no, please believe I love you and I want this relationship because I want this relationship. I’m not competitive about it like Sam.”
I snorted and muttered sarcastically, “Sure you’re not.”
She shook her head. “I get a thrill out of being your first anything, sure. But I’m not…”
I arched an eyebrow as her voice trailed off.
“Okay, I’m really not competitive about it. It’s not about topping Sam. But I might be a little greedy. I’m your girlfriend now. Don’t I get to be greedy about stuff like being your first anal? Your first minivan sex?”
I chuckled and kissed her again. “Sure. We’ll just have to think up more firsts.”
“You’re on.” She gave me another quick peck, stared at me for a long moment with an expression of utter adoration, and then gave me another fierce kiss. This time, when we finally separated, I let her walk out the door.
But I was still sad to see her go. If it were up to me, she’d never leave my side. People in movies always ask, “How do I know if it’s love?” The answer is always, “When you feel it, you’ll know.”
I felt it. For the first time in my life, I really FELT it. I mean, I’d been infatuated with Naimh before. I’d wanted to fuck her since the day I met her, and I’d often lain in bed jerking off to fantasies about her. But I’d never felt this all-consuming need to BE with her before. I’d never felt this kind of heartache at anyone’s absence before. Not even Belle.
I’d said I loved girls before.
I’d said “I love you” or variations thereof to girls before.
I’d even told girls I was “in love” with them before.
But I’d never had THIS kind of feeling, and I suddenly realized I must’ve been lying to everyone I’d ever said those words to before. It wasn’t a good feeling, and I tried to make myself feel better by telling myself I hadn’t actually lied to anyone; I just didn’t know what I was talking about. I didn’t know what “true love” really meant.
I felt it now.
I felt it for her.
And yet… I now had to get dressed and drive out to go on a date with someone else. And that felt… weird.
But I’d chosen this life. I’d chosen to dedicate myself to the BTC, and I wouldn’t let any of them down. Zofi needed me tonight, and I was going to do the best I could to support her. Was it really so bad that I was in love with Naimh and yet going on a date with Zofi? Was it really so bad I was about to go pretend to be another girl’s boyfriend when I actually belonged to someone else?
Not really. For one thing, Naimh had been clear about her devotion to sharing me with her friends. For another, it wasn’t even about Naimh’s relationship with Zofi. It was about MY relationship with Zofi. Now perhaps she and I had never felt romantic feelings for each other, and if I ever DID rank the girls (which I swore to Sam I never did), I would have to admit I was the “least close” to Zofi in comparison to the rest. But being ranked sixth out of a bazillion women in the world was nothing to sneeze at. Zofi was still very special to me, and I was doing this as a friend for her. Our relationship deserved that much.
One thing that might have been a challenge though, was Zofi’s request to me. Even though we were truly “just friends”, despite however much messing around we did with each other, tonight’s double-date was really important to her. This was her big chance to prove to her parents that she wasn’t gay, and to do that, she needed me to really “sell” that we were in love.
“Can you do that?” she’d asked me just last night when the whole BTC was at my house. “Can you pretend to be in love with me?”
Last night, I’d promised I’d do my best. Tonight? I found myself a little conflicted. How could I possibly pretend to be in love with a girl OTHER than the girl I was in love with?
Pretend she’s Naimh, I told myself. Take whatever feelings you’re feeling right now, and just… feel them for Zofi. All the heartache, all the longing, all the angst that Naimh’s not around: dredge up the pain at not being with her right now and let it feed your relief to have Zofi by your side instead. Take all your desire to bend the busty redhead over at the waist, spank her cheeks, and ram your dick up her slutty asshole, and then imagine the busty brunette’s gonna let you do it to her as a reward at the end of the night.
Zofi would never let me do that.
Whatever. Use what you’ve got. It’s not that hard. Zofi’s fucking gorgeous too, isn’t she? Haven’t you always wanted to tap that ass? Imagine those dangling earrings. Maybe she’ll wear them for you tonight. Imagine the way they’ll tinkle while she’s bobbing her head up and down your cock.
Get your mind out of the gutter, dude.
Even beyond basic lust, isn’t she just the sweetest thing? Always a smile on her face. Always supportive, zero drama, and looking out for everyone’s happiness. And don’t forget how exquisitely beautiful she is. I mean, her face is a fucking work of art. Let’s face it: if she’d be willing to finally have sex with you, she’d make an awesome girlfriend, wouldn’t she?
Yeah, totally.
Use that. Imagine Zofi’s the love of your life. It’s just one night. And at the very least, at least NOW you know what love is.
I got it.
You got it.
****
Feeling pretty pumped up from the little pep talk I’d given myself, I turned to get suitably dressed for my date. Zofi told me to expect a fancy dinner, as her parents were a couple of high-maintenance types used to the finer things in life. I went into the bathroom to fix my hair and put on a little cologne saved for special occasions like this. I then went to my closet, and the first thing I saw was my one and only white button-down dress shirt, the same one both Sam and then Belle wore when greeting the other BTC girls into the house. I took it off its hanger and pressed the fabric to my nose. It still smelled like girl: fresh and sweet. The choice was clear.
Mother had helped pick out a nice slim-fit black suit for me a couple of months ago when I got dragged out to attend the funeral of some distant cousin’s uncle. She said she never liked the 90s boxy suit style and believed that form-fitting clothing would soon be “en vogue”. I had to admit, I looked pretty sharp in it, and with plenty of time to go I drove out in the minivan to get to Zofi’s house.
She lived in a gated community about ten minutes away, and I rang the doorbell to her house a few minutes before seven. Still feeling the pangs of heartache over having to leave my girlfriend so soon after we’d made love, I imagined what Zofi might look like when I saw her. Flush with the recent memory of the way Naimh looked at me with an expression of utter adoration, I pictured Zofi’s exquisite face giving me the same kind of look, and butterflies danced in my stomach.
Sure enough, Zofi opened the door right after that, her expression matching my imagination almost perfectly. “Matty!” she greeted enthusiastically. And already riding the emotional high of my imagination, it felt completely natural for me to step forward, hoist her off her feet, and give her a fierce holy-crap-I-missed-you-so-much kiss.
“Ahem.” A male voice cleared his throat, and I immediately let go of Zofi. No, seriously, I didn’t set her back down on her feet; I dropped her. And I half started to raise my hands as if a cop had just pointed a loaded gun at my back and shouted, ‘FREEZE!’
But I stopped myself just as suddenly as I’d started, blushing sheepishly and futzing around with my hands for a moment before finally settling them against my sides and standing up straight. “Um, sorry, sir,” I apologized. “I forgot myself for a moment.”
Mr. Zelazowska exchanged a glance with his wife, the two of them standing less than ten feet away from us. Zofi blushed, drew her fine dark hair back behind both ears, and stood up straight. She nervously wiped moisture from my lips off of her lips with the back of her hand and struggled to meet her parents’ eyes. “Mom, Dad…” she began a little timidly. “This is my boyfriend, Matthew.”
I stepped forward with one hand extended for a shake, doing my best to look confident and masculine. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Zelazowska.”
Zofi’s dad chuckled as he shook my hand first, gently correcting, "Mr. Zelazowski. Polish surnames are gender-specific."
"Ah, I didn't know that. Thank you, Mr. Zelazowski," I replied with a smile before turning to Zofi's mom. "Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Zelawoska."
Zofi’s mom merely held my hand before letting go. Her dad was a fairly ordinary-looking man, and I’d seen him around before, but I’d never seen Zofi’s mom and DAMN she was quite a stunner. Most likely around forty, she looked like she was in her early to mid-30s, and the horny teenager in me recognized her as quite the MILF. Actually, she was just an exquisitely beautiful woman, period. I could see where Zofi got her figure and facial structure from, and if Zofi were a few years older perhaps, they might be able to pass for twins.
I put those thoughts aside as soon as they flitted into my head, of course, and focused on what I was here to do: play the role of Zofi’s adoring boyfriend, convince her parents we were a genuine couple, and more importantly, reassure her super conservative mother that Zofi wasn’t gay. I stepped back, wrapped my arm around Zofi’s waist, and hugged her close. She automatically leaned into me, and I found myself a little intoxicated at how good she smelled.
Zofi’s dad asked with a fairly thick Polish accent. “So… Matthew… or do you prefer Matt?”
“I do prefer Matt,” I replied with an easy smile. “My mother is the only one who calls me Matthew.”
“We have met before, in a manner of speaking, have we not?” he continued. “It was your mother who rented a cabin in Tahoe over winter break. I recognize the minivan parked outside.”
I blushed and nodded. “Uh, yes, sir. I was driving the van on that trip.”
His eyes narrowed. “Perhaps I should have come down to meet you then.”
I smiled. “I would have welcomed that. Still, I am pleased to finally make your acquaintance now.”
He gave me a look that suggested he wanted to ask more about what happened during that trip, perhaps even grill me about what I’d done with his daughter and watch me squirm trying to come up with an appropriate response. But instead he gestured, “We have dinner reservations. Please to follow?”
I nodded as Zofi’s parents led the way through the main hallway and opened the door to the garage. The four of us piled into a gleaming black Mercedes S-class sedan. In the back seat, Zofi took hold of my right hand with both of hers, and clasped it atop her left thigh.
“So, Matt?” Zofi’s dad began once we were on the road. “I assume you are friends with Zofia’s BTC club, yes?”
“Uh, yes, I am,” I confirmed, glancing at Zofi, wondering how much her parents knew about BTC. Heck, did they know what the acronym meant?
“Is that how you and Zofia met?”
“Uh, well,” I started, furrowing my eyebrows. I had no idea how much Zofi had told them and didn’t want to unwittingly contradict whatever story she’d come up with. I turned to look at her for a moment and asked, “What have you already told them about us?”
“Nothing,” her mom said flatly, her accent just as thick as her husband’s. “She’s told us nothing. She’s kept YOU a secret for quite some time.” And clearly she wasn’t happy about it.
“Zuzanna…” her dad chided, rubbing his wife’s knee. She relaxed… a little…
I decided to stick to the truth… ish. “Well, I first met Zofi through her best friend, Sam. It was the summer before our sophomore year. We stayed pretty casual friends until the beginning of this year. And then, you could say, our relationship started to change.”
Zofi’s mom spoke up, looking into the back seat and asking roughly, “In what way did your relationship start to change?”
“Matka!” Zofi exclaimed, a little scandalized.
Zofi’s mom looked chagrined, but just for a moment. She looked at me expectantly.
“With all due respect, ma’am,” I said politely. “I believe some things should be private. I will say that my feelings for your daughter are quite different now from when we first met. I very much like Zofi, that much is clear. I enjoy spending time with her and would like to spend a lot more time with her in the future.”
“Matt,” Zofi’s dad spoke up again. “Please tell us about yourself. About your family.”
“Well,” I started uncertainly. “My parents are both lawyers, but they divorced when I was in third grade. I live alone with my mother now. I am a very good student, and I work hard. I’ve turned in all of my college applications now, and I’d like to study Engineering as my major.”
“Ah. I am also an Engineer,” Zofi’s dad said proudly. “I am a computer engineer at Apple.”
“Yes, Zofi told me. But I think my focus will be more on mechanical engineering.”
“Which schools did you apply to?” Zofi’s mom asked.
“The usual around this area: Stanford, Cal, Davis, San Jose State, Santa Clara. Caltech, MIT as top Engineering schools. My mother went to both Cornell and Yale, and my father went to USC, so I’ve applied to those as well.”
“Good schools,” Zofi’s father commented. “You think you can get in?”
“I hope so.”
“And then what becomes of your relationship with Zofia if you get into Yale or one of those?” her mom asked.
I exchanged another glance with Zofi. She had told her parents that we were casual, and would likely not have even done the ‘Meet the Parents’ thing had they not insisted so vehemently. So with that in mind, I explained, “The reality is that none of us know what the future holds. A year from now, I could be in Connecticut, and Zofi could be here. All of our friends could be spreading across the country. But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy the time that we have together. Zofi and I have taken our relationship one step at a time. I assure you I have the utmost respect for her and I would never push her to do anything she didn’t feel comfortable with.”
Zofi’s parents looked at each other. Her dad seemed pleased, while her mom looked skeptical. Her mother glanced at me, “So you have NOT had sex with her?”
“ZUZANNA!” Zofi’s dad exclaimed in surprise while Zofi squealed, “MATKA!”
I glanced at all three of them hesitantly. Zofi’s dad was shaking his head. Zofi had buried her face in her right hand while still squeezing my hand with her left. And Zofi’s mom still looked at me expectantly, not budging an inch.
I blinked and blushed, hoping the darkness of the interior of the car at night would cover me. And after taking a breath to steady myself, I stated evenly, “As I said: I believe some things should be private.”
Zofi’s mom’s eyes narrowed. Zofi’s dad sighed. The car went quiet, and no further questions were forthcoming. Once we got out of the car, though, Zofi pulled me aside and whispered in my ear, “We’re gonna have to convince her I’m straight.”
“How are we gonna do that?” I whispered back.
Zofi didn’t answer. She just squeezed my hand and led me around the car to join her parents as we headed into the restaurant.
****
After the rough start, I liked to think the double-date went as well as could be hoped for. At least being in a public place meant that Zofi’s mom wouldn’t ask any more impolite questions, and although it took everyone a few minutes to settle down from the tension in the car, we eventually fell into a natural rhythm. Zofi got her Niners fandom from her dad, and once I started talking football, he certainly eased up.
Conscious of Zofi’s need for me to convince her parents that we were in love and that she was straight, I once again filled myself with that fresh sense of love and longing I felt for Naimh, and redirected that energy to Zofi. She was exquisitely beautiful, as always, in an elegantly strapless LBD (little black dress), her hair up in a neat and tight high bun, with no strays hanging loose. She also wore those dangling earrings I loved so much, and every time they tinkled I was reminded of the way she looked giving me a blowjob in Tahoe, which certainly put me in the right frame of mind for acting lustfully in love with her.
She went out of her way to touch my arm or shoulder throughout the evening. I rubbed her legs, brushed her arm with the back of my fingers a few times, and even gave her two pecks on the cheek. I made sure my body posture leaned into her, and kept my focus on the girl I was pretending to be in love with and didn’t let myself get overly sucked into the conversation, thus ignoring her.
After we drove back to her parents’ house, the four of us made polite small talk before I took my leave of them. Zofi walked me out to my van, and to my surprise, after I used the remote to unlock it, she opened the passenger door and hopped inside. I furrowed my eyebrows, not understanding, but she gave me a stern look and said, “Get in.”
I got in, and Zofi quickly swung her legs into the gap between the two front seats, held my head and kissed me passionately. I figured she must be expecting her mom to be watching us from the house, so in the interest of selling my “boyfriendness”, I held her head and kissed her back with equal passion. Zofi moaned into my mouth in a tone that told me not everything was for show, and as I felt her arousal build, so did mine.
Two minutes into our impromptu makeout session, Zofi’s hand slid up my right thigh and over the bulge in my dress slacks. She giggled into my mouth, happy to find my boner there as if it were validation of her sexiness. And she broke our lip-lock to focus for a moment on unzipping me and extracting my dick through the flap.
I immediately grabbed her wrist to stop her. “Wait, what?” I exclaimed in a harsh whisper. “You can’t do that here?”
“Why not?”
“Your parents might be watching!” I hissed back.
“That’s the point.”
“Zofi, please tell me you’re not giving me a blowjob just to try and convince your mom that you’re straight.”
“Of course I am.”
“Do you not see the inherent wrongness in that?”
“What? You don’t want me to give you a blowjob?”
“Of course I want you to give me a blowjob. But I only want you to give me a blowjob if you want to give me a blowjob. Not as a show for your mom.”
“What? NOW you’re gonna get all moral on me about my ulterior motives? You’re already pretending to be my boyfriend, Matty. You’re already pretending to be in love with me when you’re not.” Zofi frowned, sat up straight, and gave me a funny look. “Wait, ARE you in love with me?”
“No, of course not.”
“Good.” Zofi looked relieved, but a moment later, her eyes hardened. “Now will you please just shut up and let me put my mouth on you?”
Suiting action to her words, the beautiful brunette bent forward, took my thick cock in her mouth, and started bobbing her head up and down. Her dangling earrings tinkled, and I sagged a bit in my seat. Rather nervously, I glanced up at the house, only too aware that Zofi’s dad had said almost immediately after my arrival that he recognized the minivan. And in a panicked whisper, I asked, “What if your DAD is watching?”
“He won’t,” Zofi explained quickly between sucks. “He’s okay with you already. It’s my mom we have to convince.”
“I just… I dunno…” The whole situation was unsettling. Part of me wanted to give in and just enjoy one of the rare occasions when Zofi (Zofi!) put her mouth on me. But the sense of wrongness didn’t go away. It wasn’t like she was prostituting herself for money, but it didn’t feel so very far off. And that thought wasn’t very arousing.
I even started to go soft. Zofi noticed almost immediately. “What’s happening?” she asked in confusion as my dick literally wilted in her left hand.
“I don’t think I can do this,” I muttered, giving her an apologetic look. “It’s not that I don’t want to… Okay, it IS that I don’t really want to. This just feels wrong, doesn’t it? You don’t have any ‘urge’ to go down on me. You’re just doing it for show. It’s a fake thing for your MOM. And that’s like the least arousing thing I can think of right now.”
Zofi sat up straight, wiped her lips with two fingers, and took a deep breath. She furrowed her eyebrows, took a deep breath, and sighed. “Well you know what? Maybe that’s good enough. If she was watching, she saw me bend over in your lap. Maybe she’ll think you just came really, really fast.”
“Um, sure, maybe.” I sighed.
Zofi shook her head. “Or maybe the truth will be easier. That I wanted to, but you got nervous thinking my parents could see us. That’s true enough, right?”
“Right.”
She exhaled slowly, recognizing the tension on my face, and she reached up to caress my cheek. “I’m sorry for doing that to you, Matty. I realize now how unfair that must’ve been.”
I shook my head. “No need to apologize. I understand the pressure you’re under, and I really DO want to do what I can to help. I care a lot about you. I care a lot about all the girls. And I’ll do whatever you need me to do. Just… maybe not let you give me a blowjob on cue for your mom.”
Zofi chuckled. “Fair enough. But if you really do mean that, I think I’m gonna need you to play my boyfriend a little longer.”
“Yeah, no problem.” I smiled at her and rubbed her knee. “I wasn’t lying when I said I enjoy spending time with you and that I’d like to spend even more time with you.”
“You mean that?”
I nodded. “Maybe we should go on a few dates. Real ones, without your parents. Bring your digital camera, get some photos of the two of us together. Help build a narrative your mom will believe.”
Zofi gave me a curious look. “Isn’t that the same thing as me giving you a blowjob as a show for my mom?”
I shook my head. “No, that’s me worming my way into spending more quality time with an exquisitely beautiful young woman I care a great deal about. Like I said: I’d really like to spend more time with you. If that means taking a few photos along the way that you can eventually show to your mom later, I can work with that.”
“I’d like that, too, boyfriend.”
“So I guess I’ll see you again soon, girlfriend?”
Zofi grinned and drew me to her for another kiss. She met my lips with fresh passion, and this time I could tell she really meant to kiss me for the sake of kissing me, not just for show.
And that really made all the difference in the world.
****
Don’t ask me how I forgot tonight was a Saturday night, and therefore forgot what that meant. I blame it on having such a long day: first the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk date with Naimh and then playing “boyfriend” for a second time in one day on the double-date with Zofi. I was still working out all the ramifications of actually being Naimh’s boyfriend while playing Zofi’s boyfriend. And to be honest, I’d completely forgotten that Mother had given her a key.
The whole house was quiet when I came home. Mother evidently was still out for the evening. I went into my room, went straight to my walk-in closet, flipped on the light switch inside, and took off my suit jacket to hang it up. I didn’t have many things that needed to be on hangers, so there had always been plenty of room on the rod. So you could understand why I was surprised to see that all of my clothes on hangers had been pushed to one side, and a half-dozen obviously female outfits now hung from the available hangers there. Looking down, there was also a new plastic 3-drawer storage cart in my closet, similarly filled with women’s underwear, pajamas, and casual clothes.
THAT’S when I remembered what day it was, and I quickly poked my head out of the closet, my attention zeroing in on the bed and the strawberry-blonde pixie sitting upright against my headboard wearing a cute nightie.
“Surprised to see me?” Belle asked brightly.
I blinked and stammered, “Forgot Mother gave you a key. Moving in?” I gestured to her stuff in my closet.
“I figured I might as well bring some stuff over if I’m going to be spending more time here,” she said with a shrug. “I’ve got some stuff in your bathroom, too. That’s okay, isn’t it?”
“Oh, it’s great. No problem. Makes sense.” I walked out of the closet, still wearing my shirt and tie. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you.”
Belle frowned. “Was the double-date with Zofi’s parents that bad?”
“What? No. I mean, it went… okay… I think. I’ve never had a ‘Meet the parents’ thing. I mean, other than that talk I had to have with your dad after he found out about us.”
“Then why did you just say you were so happy to see me?”
I grinned at her while sitting down on the side of the bed next to her. “Can’t I just be happy to see you?”
“Well if you’d walked in, noticed me sitting on your bed right away, and said, ‘Hey, happy to see you!’, I might’ve believed you. But you were lost in a zone with that furrowed-brow thing you do when you’re thinking about something that’s bothering you. And then you came out here and said, ‘You have no idea how happy I am to see you.’ There’s a difference.”
I waggled my head. “You may have a point.”
“So what’s wrong?”
“I’ll tell you later. Right now, would you terribly mind if I took your panties off and ate you out right now? Spending an evening with Zofi’s parents not being able to do anything… and then having Zofi start a blowjob that we didn’t finish… yeah, messed with my head a little bit.”
Belle frowned. “Zofi started a blowjob you two didn’t finish? What?”
“I’ll explain later. Panties please?”
Belle grinned and raised the hem of her nightie to reveal a completely bald pussy. “Not wearing any. Oh, and you’ll love this part even more.” She rolled over in my bed and flipped up the back of her nightgown.
Although I shouldn’t have been surprised, I was still quite surprised, and my jaw dropped open in shock to see a little disk of hot pink plastic sticking out of Belle’s teeny asshole. “You’re wearing a butt plug?”
She giggled and rolled back over to face me. “Just a thin one, a starter. Sam took me to this place downtown and helped me get a whole training set."
Well sproing. My rock-hard erection was making quite a tent in my dress slacks.
Belle giggled and reached for my zipper. “I know you said you wanted to eat me out. But how about we skip that part and you let me finish the blowjob Zofi started, m’kay?”
Her mouth was already around my dick before I could verbally respond. Still, I rubbed my horny pixie’s strawberry-blonde head and muttered, “Uh… works for me.”
****
In the morning, Belle went back to her house while Mother and I had brunch together. Mother then left, and I relaxed in the family room watching the NFL playoffs while waiting for my girlfriend’s arrival. Naimh had already told me she would come by the house around 12:30pm.
It was 12:28pm when the doorbell rang, and without even checking the peephole, I excitedly flung open the door and greeted, “Hello, girlfriend!”
Zofi stood immediately outside the door, absolutely beaming at me. “Well, hello, boyfriend!”
I blinked in confusion. “Zofi?”
Naimh suddenly popped into view, having been hiding just a few feet over to the side. “Hello, boyfriend! Surpriiiise!!!”
“What… how?”
The girls giggled together as Zofi stepped through the door, wrapped me up in her arms, and gave me a passionate kiss. “Mmm… I missed you, boyfriend.”
Moments later, Zofi stepped aside as Naimh wrapped me up in her arms and gave me a fierce kiss. “Mmm… I missed you too, boyfriend.”
I blinked twice. “What’s going on?”
Naimh shrugged. “Well we’re BOTH your girlfriends now, aren’t we?”
“I… uhhh…” I felt guilty for a moment, like I was somehow cheating on Naimh. Didn’t I tell HER I was in love with her and so happy to be her boyfriend?
The redhead laughed, perhaps sensing my confusion. “Relax, we all know your relationship with Zofi is just for show. I’m not jealous.”
“Oh.” I did relax.
“She called me last night to explain that she’d need you to play the role a little longer,” Naimh explained.
“At least until my mom gets off my back,” Zofi clarified. “I’m not trying to interfere with your relationship.”
“But she DID explain about the blowjob she never got to finish on account of her making the situation all weird.”
“Sorry about that.” Zofi looked apologetic.
“So I thought, ‘Hey, invite her to join us so she can make it up to you!’”
“Matty gets a hot threesome…” Zofi said salaciously.
“We GIRLS get a hot threesome,” Naimh chirped enthusiastically. “After we make him pop in your mouth, I wanna try that tribbing thing you were doing with Sam.”
“Oh, it’s easy. You’ll love it,” Zofi declared.
“Can’t wait!” Naimh clapped her hands and did a little happy dance. She glanced up and down her body. “But I’m wearing too many clothes right now. We’re ALL wearing too many clothes. Hey Matty, wanna watch me taking all of Zofi’s clothes off? With my teeth?”
Zofi grinned at me. “Your girlfriend has the BEST ideas.”
Let me just get this out of the way up front: Sunday was AWESOME.
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There are few things in life better than getting an amazing blowjob from an exquisitely beautiful young woman. There are even fewer better than getting an amazing blowjob from TWO exquisitely beautiful young women at the same time. And watching two such gorgeous nubile teenage vixens such as Naimh and Zofi take turns bobbing their faces up and down my dick, lick their way up both sides at the same time, and wind up swapping spit and making out with each other at the top, often with my cockhead between them, was sheer heaven on earth.
And our afternoon together was just beginning.
Despite Naimh’s proclamation that she would let me watch her taking off all of Zofi’s clothes with her teeth, she didn’t do so right away. Instead, the girls sat me down in the family room on my usual center cushion, the big tent in my shorts greeted them, and without further ado Zofi pulled my shorts down, wrapped her left hand around my thick column of man meat, and wrapped her puffy lips around my dickhead. Naimh wound up joining Zofi on her knees, the girls started taking turns, and I’ve already explained the rest.
That said, after about five minutes, Naimh finally remembered what she was supposed to do, and the girls left my dick alone for a while so she could actually try removing Zofi’s clothing with her teeth.
It’s not easy. At first, every time Naimh tried to raise up the hem of Zofi’s sweater, it kept getting stuck under Zofi’s boobs, she lost her grip, and the sweater dropped down. The girls laughed and had Zofi lie down. But once Zofi was flat on her back, friction with the floor made it impossible for Naimh to make any headway with the sweater from there, either. Finally, Zofi just said “Fuck it” and took her sweater off. At least then she could kneel upright and Naimh attempted to unclasp Zofi’s bra with just her teeth.
The whole scene wasn’t very erotic, but it was rather entertaining to watch. The girls were certainly having a good time and were laughing like crazy. Finally, Naimh managed to unclasp the bra and pronounced the whole exercise a success. From there, both girls stripped themselves the rest of the way on their own, except for Zofi’s panties, which Naimh told her to save. Sure enough, once Naimh had gotten naked, she had Zofi stand up, dug her teeth into the waistband of Zofi’s black satin panties, and dragged them down the lissome brunette’s long, lithe legs and off her feet.
“Ta-da!” Naimh pronounced happily while thrusting her fists into the air, as if she’d just pulled off an impressive magic trick.
After that, Zofi started going down on me again, but only for a minute or so. When Naimh took over, she wrapped her freckled Double-Ds around my shaft and started giving me a titfuck. Watching the rapturous look in my eyes as my redheaded girlfriend pleasured me with her tits, Zofi wanted a turn doing that for me to get me to look at her in the same way. And even though Zofi didn’t quite have Naimh’s massive rack, watching her press her 34Ds around my meat and hump her chest up and down solely for my gratification made me feel quite pampered indeed.
In the end though, I didn’t want to stop at just blowjobs. I looked at my “real” girlfriend and moaned that I wanted to be inside her. So Naimh and Zofi exchanged a quick look of confirmation, and the Irish redhead quickly climbed into my lap, but faced away from me so that Zofi would have a perfect view between our spread legs of my thick column of man meat disappearing into Naimh’s fuzzy red pussy.
And of course, so that Zofi would have a perfect angle to push her head between our spread legs and lick at the joining of my thick column of man meat where it disappeared into Naimh’s fuzzy red pussy.
Naimh moaned and let herself fall back against my chest while Zofi went to work on her clit while I simultaneously used the springiness of the couch to work my dick in and out of her about an inch back and forth. I didn’t want to jostle her body around so as to avoid making Naimh’s clit too much of a moving target. Instead, I nibbled on my girlfriend’s neck and busied myself playing with her big titties.
Together, Zofi and I made Naimh cum. Her breathing turned shallow and sped up dramatically, she wriggled and writhed in my arms, and in the end her head snapped back over my left shoulder and she bucked her crotch forward into the brunette’s face. And I had to forcibly pin her body down against my dick with my hands on her tits as handholds to keep her from accidentally bucking off me.
After that, Naimh toppled off me to recover from her orgasm. Grinning broadly, Zofi quickly surrounded my lonely cock with her mouth, ensuring it didn’t feel lonely for long. And since I was pretty close to popping off already, it didn’t take long for me to finally complete the blowjob she’d started last night in the van.
“Holy crap, Zofi…” I groaned. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
My words, in that tone, seemed to spur her on more than anything else. I’d never forgotten what she’d said about not really having the urge to suck my cock for its own sake. Rather, she wanted to see the way I looked at her, to see my expression and my desire for her reflected in my eyes. Apparently hearing me moan her name and groan how SHE was going to make me cum energized her just as much, and her bright blue eyes sparkled in excitement.
She started really going to town on my dick, her head bobbing up and down quite rapidly. I felt her bring me right up to the edge, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I automatically set my hand atop her head and pushed her down, trying to force all of my cock into her throat.
She accepted my thrust with aplomb. She could feel me trembling with need as I thrust upward, and she moaned in anticipation. This exquisitely beautiful creature let my cockhead into her throat just a bit, and swallowed reflexively, her throat muscles milking me for my pearly seed.
“Zoooofffffiiiiiii…” I moaned as I felt my balls suddenly evacuate.
She pulled her head back up so that just my mushroom head remained behind her lips, and as the first jets of hot jizz splashed against the inside of her mouth, she started swallowing and didn’t stop until she’d taken every little bit I could give her.
Even when my batteries ran dry and I collapsed back against the couch, she nursed my spent dick, staring up at me with those luminous blue eyes, her irises seeming to smile on their own at the rapturous expression of gratitude and satisfaction that dominated my face.
“After all that time with you never quite ready to go down on him,” Naimh commented, “it’s such a thrill to see you swallow his sperm like that.”
Wheezing, I added, “Couldn’t agree more myself.”
Zofi sat up straight, rather primly wiped her lips with her fingertips, and gave me a coy smile. “Did I please you, boyfriend?”
“You know you did, girlfriend,” I replied warmly, reaching out to caress her cheek.
“Oooh! Oooh! Tribbing time?” Naimh asked excitedly.
Zofi giggled. “Of course!”
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“Ohhh, Neevie… You’re so fucking hot!” Zofi moaned while grinding her clit against the redhead’s clit.
“Hey, that’s my line!” I laughed from my spot against the headboard, gazing down in awe at the two gorgeous babes writhing together in erotic ecstasy.
“Mmm, you’re the one who’s fucking hot,” Naimh replied in a husky tone, humping her clit right back before wrapping up Zofi’s head in her arms and drawing their two exquisitely beautiful faces together for a wet, sloppy kiss.
“I never knew you were so into girls,” Zofi moaned between lip locks. “I mean, I knew you were curious when you started playing with me and Sam, but… damn girl.”
“It’s Matty…” Naimh breathed, kissing her way along Zofi’s jawline. “He brings out the best in me.”
“Lucky him,” Zofi groaned, turning her head so she could capture Naimh’s lips again. They made out for a few more seconds before she pulled back and whimpered, “You’re making me so horny I’m getting REALLY tempted to let him fuck me.”
“Neevie,” I proclaimed in an overly dramatic tone, “I order you to get Zofi horny enough that she lets me fuck her.”
The girls laughed at that, sensing the humor in my voice. I mean, yeah, I wanted to fuck Zofi. But at the same time, I had staked my entire reputation with these girls on my dependability to never take advantage of them when their defenses were down. I still remembered Zofi reassuring me I’d made the right decision in not deflowering Alice during the drunken orgy at the end of winter break, and I wouldn’t betray her trust today either.
Maybe one day she’d be ready. Until then, I could afford to be patient.
As exciting as it was to see such gorgeous creatures as Naimh and Zofi scissoring, the act did not directly lead into another round of sex. See, after the two girls managed to bring each other to new orgasms by grinding their clits together, Zofi checked the clock and realized the game had already started.
She asked me to turn it on, and the next thing I knew, I sat naked on the couch watching football while Zofi stroked my dick in her left hand.
Naimh was… less enthused. “I still don’t get why Americans call this ‘football’. The ball rarely ever touches somebody’s foot.”
Five minutes later, my Irish girlfriend decided she’d rather kneel in front of me and play with my dick instead of watching the game. I admit it was quite a surreal experience to be getting a blowjob from a gorgeous naked redhead with another gorgeous naked brunette cuddled against my side while watching a football game. That said, the game was a boring, low-scoring affair, and eventually neither Zofi nor I had further interest in it either, not with hot naked teenagers to continue playing with. We’d catch the highlights later.
At that point, the girls decided we’d be more comfortable in my bedroom, so we gathered our clothes and went upstairs. I decided it was past time that I returned the oral favors and started going down on Naimh (figuring that my “real” girlfriend deserved to go first). But after only a couple of minutes, she said that Zofi had already eaten her to an orgasm and that she hadn’t invited Zofi to join us just to be a spectator, so I switched over to the brunette instead. Of course, a minute later, Zofi invited Naimh to sit on her face, so the redhead wound up getting eaten out after all.
The three of us tried out several other positions. I lay on my back with Naimh riding my cock cowgirl while Zofi sat on my face so the two could make out and paw at each other’s breasts. Zofi reclined against my headboard with Naimh’s head in her crotch and me fucking Naimh from behind. I even fucked Naimh face-to-face while we lay on our sides, our legs scissored together and Naimh grinding her clit against my pelvic bone. Naimh said brightly that I was effectively tribbing with her, and meanwhile Zofi completed the sandwich by spooning herself behind Naimh, nibbling on the redhead’s neck and reaching around to squeeze and play with Naimh’s nipples.
Naimh felt bad that she was the only one getting fucked, and once asked Zofi if the brunette was SURE she wasn’t ready to have ‘real sex’. “I brought you here to share ‘our’ boyfriend after all,” she reasoned.
“Don’t worry about me.” Zofi laughed. “The way I see it, Matty is sharing his girlfriend with ME.”
So with that in mind, Zofi and I teamed up to try and maximize Naimh’s pleasure.
I fucked Naimh missionary style while Zofi kissed her upside-down and tweaked the redhead’s nipples. The girls then parked themselves face-to-face on their sides so they could make out more comfortably while I spooned my girlfriend and long-dicked her from behind. And then we rolled over so that Zofi was flat on her back, Naimh was right on top of her with their big tits crushed together, and I continued sawing my cock in and out of Naimh doggy-style.
“Mmm, I wanna eat you again,” Zofi then breathed, her blue eyes glittering. “I wanna wrap my lips around your clitty and suck on that little nub while watching Matty’s big dick pulsing deep inside your cunt from up close.”
Naimh laughed. “Works for me.”
We paused so Zofi could re-position herself in a sixty-nine. Naimh actually started going down on her first, making the brunette squeak and get distracted, but after gasping and moaning for a minute Zofi finally grabbed Naimh’s ass and brought it down a little lower so she could start tonguing the redhead’s clit.
Every now and again, she’d lick my cock, too. Twice, she had me pull out of Naimh’s pussy entirely and tugged my dick down so she could suck as much of my schlong as she could fit before feeding me back inside my girlfriend’s cunt.
The position was fun, but the mental high was even better. Just the idea of fucking my “two girlfriends” while they sixty-nined - switching back and forth from one girlfriend’s pussy to the other girlfriend’s mouth - was incredibly arousing, and I told myself I could really get used to this. But when I sped up and started pumping Naimh’s pussy a little harder, Zofi abruptly pushed Naimh’s crotch up and started laughing.
“What?” Naimh called, picking her head up.
“His balls just hit me in the face!” Zofi cracked up. “Again!”
My girlfriend glanced back, looking at the geometry of our positions for a second. Her eyes glittered, and when she stared at me with a familiar expression on her face, I already knew what she was going to say before she said it.
“I need you in my arse,” she intoned, green eyes sparkling.
I had already pulled out and started heading for my nightstand to grab the lube. A few seconds later, Zofi looked upside-down at me, watching with bright blue eyes as I squirted a fat glob of lube against my Irish girlfriend’s anus. That was all we really needed now that she’d gotten used to her anal chute being stretched like this. And after rubbing my erect cockhead against that glob to get myself coated, I gripped Naimh’s hips, leaned forward with my weight, and popped myself through her sphincter as she exhaled slowly to allow my entrance.
I climbed atop the mattress, elevating myself higher up my girlfriend’s body and drilling down like an oil derrick. This kept my swinging balls up and away from Zofi’s face, the three of us now stacked flat one on top of the other like a sandwich. Zofi was on the bottom, her face in Naimh’s pussy. Naimh had my heavy weight pressing against her back while she had her face in Zofi’s pussy. And I hugged both of them, not quite kneeling but not standing up either, in an odd crouched position that nevertheless let me cornhole the hell out of my girlfriend’s tight “arsehole”, driving my dick into the depths of her bowels over and over again while the two busty babes beneath me moaned into each other’s cunts.
It didn’t take me long to cum. The room was filled with muffled moans of “Mmph!” and “Ungh!” and “Rrrghh!” The three of us pulsed together like some kind of Frankenstein creature, undulating with an awkward, jerky rhythm that was never in perfect sync and yet just worked out.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. My anal queen’s ass just felt too good, and I started groaning, “Neevie… Neevie… So goooooooood. Gonna cum. Gonna fill your ass with all my cum. Ohmigawd you feel so goooooooood.”
Picking her head up out of Zofi’s crotch, my lover moaned right back. “Yes, baby, yes! Fill me! Fulfill me! Violate my poor little arsehole! Blast my bowels with all your nasty sperm! Fuck me and fill me and yes, yes, YES, YES! AAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!!!”
Naimh’s entire anal chute squeezed my swollen schlong as she clenched and came, her climax cascading up and down the length of her body in muscle spasms that milked my shaft for my scalding hot semen.
“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!!!” I groaned gutturally in sympathy with her orgasmic scream as I began dropping jizz bombs in the very depths of my girlfriend’s rectal cavity. And I whimpered and moaned and twitched until I’d filled up her juicy round butt with everything I had to give.
Eventually, I collapsed, exhausted from my exertions.
Naimh groaned and I felt her knees and elbows giving way as well.
Poor Zofi on the bottom of us started tapping my ass, wheezing, “You guys are fucking HEAVY.”
And chuckling, I finally managed to extract my spent cock from my girlfriend’s anus and flip over onto my back.
“Fuck you two are amazing,” Naimh gasped as she similarly started to roll over, but Zofi grabbed her butt and held her in the sixty-nine.
“Waitaminute,” Zofi muttered. “I think I see his cum leaking out of you.”
A moment later, Naimh inhaled sharply as she felt Zofi’s tongue go back to work, and she screeched, “Zofi! That’s dribbling out of my ASS!”
“Huh,” Zofi commented. “Maybe Belle’s onto something. Doesn’t taste any different from a regular creampie. And I really DO love the way Matty’s eyes are bugged out right now. Although in fairness, I don’t have my tongue inside your ass the way Belle was doing to Sam; it’s just dripping down onto your pussy.” She went back to licking up the trail.
Naimh glanced over at me. “He really DOES look quite intoxicated watching you do that. Looks like we need a threesome with Sam so I can try eating an anal creampie. Unless we can talk one of the other girls into doing it first.”
Now my eyes were REALLY bugged out.
Zofi laughed. “Don’t look at me. Maybe Belle or Mari.”
Naimh set her cheek down and sighed. “C’mon. Let’s hop in the shower. You think his backrubs are good? You haven’t lived until you’ve felt him giving you a full body massage beneath the warm spray. Oooh, and I’ve never made out with another girl in the shower before!”
Zofi took one last slurp and grinned at me. “Your girlfriend has the BEST ideas.”
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