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The Big Tits Club: Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2021-02-02 16:00:04 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 7: Annabelle --
Without a word of warning or request, she elevated her body, notched my cockhead at the entrance to her pussy, and sank herself down.
My jaw dropped.
My eyes went WIDE.
Sam moaned, tilted her face to the right, and mashed her lips against mine.
And then she MOVED.
Wrapping both arms around my head, Sam yanked my face down into her prodigious cleavage as she started to fuck me. I felt my cheeks getting squished by her massive mammaries, a constant up-and-down motion as she rose and fell in my lap with rhythmic intensity.
And my cock? Holy crap I can’t even properly describe what was happening to my cock. Adjectives fail to properly define how it felt to be inside my very first pussy. Tight? Yes. Wet? Hell yes. AMAZEBALLS? Hell fucking yes. And yet so much more.
Sex is fucking amazing!!! I thought to myself.
Why the fuck did I ever wait this long?!?
I shoulda dropped the entire BTC in a fucking heartbeat and just slammed it into Holly when I had the chance!
Okay, maybe that last one is hyperbole, but it kinda puts you in the right frame of mind for where I was at that moment. Sex immediately blew every blowjob the girls had ever given me out of the water by a mile. And blowjobs had blown every time I’d ever masturbated myself out of the water by a mile. Sex was basically blowjobs squared, or an order of magnitude better than my greatest self-inflicted ejaculation.
I LOVED it.
I wanted MORE.
And it was over way, way too soon.
I blame Sam’s never-ending quest to accomplish a deep-throat. Seriously, from the first BJ against the wall by the garage door, to the BJ on the couch, to me eating her out on the couch, to coming upstairs and eating her again, to fucking her tits, to fucking her face, and then another BJ on the bed, my endurance was pretty much fucking shot. I wasn’t just primed to blow; I’d been primed to blow a half-hour ago. And if she’d ever stopped trying to choke herself on my dick and just concentrated on sucking me off, she would’ve gotten a mouthful in less than fifteen seconds.
As it was, I think Sam got a pussy full in less than fifteen seconds.
MAYBE thirty seconds, tops.
I mean, if I try to think back and do the math, Sam was humping me at a pace of about three humps per second, and her boobs smashed into my face what… fifty times?
So yeah, seventeen seconds, give or take?
I didn’t ask if she was protected. I didn’t realize I was going to cum until I was already cumming. She didn’t even slow down, still rabbit humping me when my dick started spitting sizeable amounts of sperm straight into the back of Sam’s womb. I did get SUPER sensitive then, grabbing her shoulders and physically pinning her down against my lap while I bucked and moaned and clenched, spasmodically shooting even more sperm into Sam’s snatch.
And then it was over.
The world came back to me what felt like an hour later. I still held a naked and sweaty blonde in my lap, clutching her body like it was a life preserver. She was stroking my spine, cooing in my ear while I trembled in her arms and continued to pant for oxygen.
Eventually, I found my voice.
It was weak, and raspy, and I was still in absolute shock at what had happened.
And all I could mumble was, “Holy crap…”
Sam giggled musically. “Was that good for you?”
I pulled my head back, eyes wide in complete and utter astonishment that we’d just had sex. “Holy crap!” I repeated, this time a little louder.
Sam laughed a little louder, too. She leaned in, nuzzled our noses, and set her forehead against mine. “That may have been the shortest round of sex I’ve had, but I certainly enjoyed it more than the others.”
It was a light blow to my ego, but a blow nonetheless. Hitting me like a splash of cold water, it suddenly woke me up from my stupor, and my eyes sharpened while my arms filled with energy. “Hey, you were blowing me for almost an hour! It’s not my fault I couldn’t last!” I argued.
Sam cackled, and fresh tears were in her eyes, this time because she was laughing so hard. For those of you who don’t know the biology, laughing compresses your core muscles. A girl compressing her core muscles squeezes her pussy. So I basically felt Sam’s laughter through her pussy, which did wonderful things to my dick.
I was a horny 18-year-old and having sex for the very first time. And more specifically, I was having sex with a teenaged vixen as gorgeous as SAM.
Recharging was NOT an issue.
“You wanna see me last?” I growled. “Hang on for the ride.”
Rolling the busty blonde onto her back, I immediately rolled after her and settled myself between her spread thighs. Her pink pussy was wet, open, and inviting, and I swiftly notched my cockhead at her entrance. I took one look at her face, old habits causing me to impulsively look for permission even though it was pretty obvious by now sex was on the menu. Sam’s eyes glowed amber as she reached up for me, a carefree smile of complete happiness on her beautiful face. And as I bent down to kiss her lips, I slammed my cock back inside.
****
“Ohhh… shiiiiit, Matty…” Sam groaned as she closed her eyes and let her head loll over to the side. The final aftershocks of her last orgasm still sent little ripples of pleasure into her brain, and she quivered beneath me for another minute before finally going still. “Fucking A… That was… That was…”
“That was fucking incredible,” I finished for her. My abs clenching, I was quivering too as my cock spat out the final few wads of sperm straight into the back of Sam’s womb. Fortunately, she’d reassured me about ten minutes ago that her mom had put her on birth control as soon as she got her first D-cup bra.
When I finally ran out of gas, I reached up to remove Sam’s legs from their positions hooked over my shoulders. I’d bent the beautiful blonde in half for the final charge, getting a real kick at the sight of her high heels waving in the air as I pounded the hell out of her trying to get my big dick super-deep into her depths so I could detonate my cum as close to her womb as possible. Despite the reassurance that the likelihood of knocking her up was near impossible, the mental notion of breeding her certainly stirred up some primal sense of satisfaction in me.
Her legs fell to the sides as I collapsed downward, first planting my hands on the mattress to arrest my fall and then bracing my elbows beneath me to keep from crushing her. Her tits were still big enough to press against my chest, and I snaked my hands beneath her shoulders to hold her while setting my forehead down on the pillow beside her head.
Sam brought her legs back up and crossed her ankles behind my lower back. She stroked my spine and cooed in my ear while I trembled in her arms and continued to pant for oxygen. She was breathing hard too, but she managed to kiss my cheek and croon into my ear, “I agree. That was fucking incredible… I’ve never felt like that before.”
I took deep, long breaths, but managed to turn my head to hers and respond, “Likewise. Never even dreamed it could be that good.”
“Me, neither.” Sam nuzzled the side of my head, still trying to catch her breath. “Everyone said sex was supposed to be this amazing thing, but the best orgasms I ever had were with someone’s tongue on my clit. I was beginning to wonder if the problem was with me. Now I know for sure it’s all about picking the right partner. YOU were the key difference.”
I chuckled and turned to peck her nose. “I’m glad you think so.”
She smiled and kissed me again. But a moment later, her eyebrows rose as she caught her breath and gave me a curious look. “Was that really your first time? I mean, fuck Matty, you were so GOOD. Did I really get your cherry?”
I nodded.
She furrowed her eyebrows, her smile fading. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even ask you for permission.”
I shook my head and nuzzled her nose in the process. “No need to apologize. I loved every second of it.”
“Me, too.” The smile was back as she sighed happily. “I wanna do it again.”
“Again? You came what, three times?” I smiled a little proudly. “Not even counting all the ones when I was going down on you?”
Sam clenched her pussy around my penis. While I’d never really gone soft after that first 15-second ejaculation (seventeen!) and had been able to sort of grind my pelvis against her clit until I got fully hard again, this time my dick was spent and limp inside her. I could still feel her inner muscles a bit, but knew it would take more than a couple of cunt clenches to get me in working order again. She knew it too and giggled. “I didn’t mean right NOW. I gotta get home before my parents do. And you burned up all my remaining time with that last round.”
I shrugged. “You bruised my ego with the crack about how quickly I popped off. I had to make sure I outlasted you.”
“Mmm, and you did. Seriously, Matty, that was incredible. I wasn’t kidding about believing sex wasn’t all people made it out to be. Zofi’s given me better orgasms than any of those boys ever did, at least until you came and destroyed all my expectations.”
That got my attention. “Zofi?”
Sam’s eyes popped open WIDE and she clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh, shit.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Don’t worry about it; I suspected anyway. She HAS kissed you quite a few times by now. That first time she licked my cum off your boobs and shoved her tongue into your mouth? I nearly came again on the spot.”
Sam’s eyes sizzled. “Play your cards right and you might get your first threesome.”
I winced. “Only if Belle doesn’t castrate me before then.”
The sizzle in Sam’s eyes went away. “Why would she castrate you?”
I wince turned into a frown as I sighed. “She started taking the pill on Monday. Now I need to make clear I never promised her we’d have sex. In fact, I explicitly told her I wouldn’t, if for no other reason than it wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the BTC. But--”
“You don’t have to explain the rest.” Sam grimaced. “She is NOT going to be happy I beat her to the prize.”
I frowned. “Is that all I am to you? The prize in a race to get my cherry first?”
“What? No. Oh no-no-no-no.” Sam started sitting up, so I finally pulled out of her and rolled onto my back. She pivoted onto her side, planting her elbow and propping her head up on one hand. “I didn’t plan this. I mean, I did plan to come here and have a little fun after the wedding. But I did NOT plan on taking your virginity. That part just… uh… I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
“Why did you?”
“Because…” Sam’s eyes softened, and as she stared into mine that carefree smile of complete happiness spread across her beautiful face. But a moment later she blinked twice, furrowed her eyebrows, and abruptly sat up. Looking at the clock she said, “Shit, I gotta get home before my parents do.”
“Sam…” I groaned, realizing she was avoiding the question.
Closing her eyes, Sam held up a finger and made a face like she was trying valiantly to hold in a giant turd. She exhaled slowly, opened her eyes again, and said, “I know that we need to talk about this, but I really don’t have the time right now. I’ve GOT to beat them home. I promise we’ll talk later, okay?”
I sighed as she vaulted off my bed and immediately started hunting around for her clothes. I watched the way those big naked tits wobbled as she hunched over and bent to grab first her dress and then her corset. The garter belt and thigh-high stockings we’d never taken off, and the stockings had torn in a few places. She said her feet were rather sore now, so she actually took her fancy high heels OFF to walk around barefoot (well, stocking-footed). And after taking a deep breath, I finally got myself up as well.
I didn’t re-dress in my penguin suit, obviously. I grabbed clean underwear, a pair of jeans, and a T-shirt. I turned around to see that Sam was wearing the dress again, but she held up her hands and asked helplessly, “Where are my panties?”
“Downstairs next to the couch,” I explained. “From when I went down on you the first time.”
“Oh, right.” She stood up, checked herself out in the mirror, and guffawed at the image before her. “Fuck me dead, I look a horror show! This makeup was supposed to be waterproof.”
I looked up. Her hair was wildly astray, semi-clipped into place but with loose strands everywhere. Her face was the real disaster, with running mascara (eyeliner?) everywhere. “You still look beautiful to me,” I said sincerely.
Sam flashed me a smile, but gestured for me to hurry up. I stood and followed her out the door. We went straight to the family room to collect her panties…
… only they weren’t there.
“Looking for these?” a quiet voice sounded behind us.
Mother sat on a stool at the kitchen island, Sam’s panties atop the granite countertop.
“You’re home early again,” I stated evenly, recovering from my surprise rather quickly.
Her eyebrows rose up. “Is there a reason I shouldn’t be here in my own home?”
I rubbed my forehead and sighed. “Of course not, Mother.”
Sam, hugging herself nervously, stepped forward and quickly snatched up her panties off the countertop. “I’m so sorry,” she muttered in embarrassment.
“No need to apologize. These things happen.” Mother arched an eyebrow. “I DO, however, hope you’re using protection.”
Sam and I looked at each other. For a brief second, I thought about denying that we’d been having sex, but Sam had been screaming “Fuck me! Fuck me!” and “Your cock is so fucking DEEP!” - things like that. I pursed my lips and nodded to her.
Sam stared at the floor as she replied softly, “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good then.” Mother nodded with satisfaction, the matter closed.
I sighed and said, “I need to drive Sam home.”
“Of course, Matthew.” Mother flicked her hand dismissively and turned back to her glass of wine and a hardcover book.
Sam tried to give her a bashful smile, but I grabbed Sam by the elbow and hustled her into the garage and then into the van.
“Ohmigawd,” Sam exclaimed quietly as soon as she sat down in the passenger seat, burying her face in her hands.
“Relax. Don’t worry about it,” I assured her. “It’s not a big deal.”
Sam glanced out the window toward the door as I hit the garage remote. “Did she know you were a virgin?”
“Yes.”
She looked back at me. “So she knows you’re not a virgin anymore?”
“Apparently.”
“Ohmigawd.” She buried her face in her hands again.
“I told you, relax. I’m a guy, which means I can’t get pregnant. Mother’s biggest worry is if I knock YOU up, but you told her you’re on the pill. Now if YOU had been a virgin and we came downstairs to find your DAD waiting for us, I would be shitting bricks.”
She gave me a mournful look. “I’m sorry for putting you through this, Matty.”
“I told you not to worry about it.” I shifted the van into reverse. “I promise I won’t love you any less.”
Sam froze and went deathly quiet for a second. I only noticed because I was backing out of the garage and happened to look over her while turned around to face the rear. And she was still looking at me silently when I stopped in the middle of the road and prepared to shift the van back into drive.
“What?” I asked, pausing with the van at a full stop.
“Do you love me more for what we did?” she asked quietly.
I broke into a big smile. “Well… yeah, totally. I mean, I don’t want you to think I’ve fallen head over heels in love with you or anything like that. The Rule clearly states I can’t fall in love with any of you. But… yeah… Planned or not, what we shared was AMAZING. I’m never going to forget my first time. I’ll never… EVER… forget the girl who made me feel so special. And even if your parents packed you up and dragged you back to Australia tomorrow, we would always have that connection.”
Sam was suddenly out of her seat, having never actually buckled up in the first place. Her hands held my head as she kissed me with as much fierce passion as she’d started with when we first got into the house.
And then she broke away, saying, “Holy shit I want to fuck you again right now. But you’d better take me home before I get grounded and never get to see you again.”
I nodded, grinned, and shifted the van into gear.
****
I got Sam home before her parents returned from the wedding, and she gave me another fierce kiss in the van before running up to her front door. I waited on the curb to make sure she got inside safely, and drove back home. Mother was still in the kitchen with her book and the glass of wine, but neither of us said a thing to each other as I headed upstairs to take a shower.
In the morning, however, Mother wanted to eat Sunday brunch together. But instead of driving out to a nice restaurant, she’d ordered from her favorite place and had the food delivered. I knew then that we’d be having a conversation unsuitable for a public place.
At least she let me start eating before launching into the Spanish Inquisition. But halfway through the meal, she asked out of the blue, “I know you’ve had the group of girls over every Friday, but for how long has Sam been visiting you alone?”
I took the time to finish chewing, swallowed, and gave her a terse look. “I’d rather not say.”
“This is MY home, Matthew. I have the right to know what’s happening under my roof.”
Taking a deep breath, I measured her words and exhaled slowly. With a dismissive shrug, I admitted, “Wednesday night was the first time. Then you were here when we came down on Thursday.”
“You were still a virgin on Thursday night. That wasn’t a lie, was it?”
“It was not a lie at the time…” I hedged.
“But you’re not a virgin anymore.” It was a statement, not a question.
I shrugged and blushed a little. It’s not every day you tell your mother you’ve lost your virginity.
Mom pursed her lips and sighed. She glanced up at the ceiling for a moment before saying, “She was wearing a very nice dress last night. Did you two go out on a date?”
I shrugged. “One of her dad’s co-workers was getting married and I was her escort to the wedding.”
“That sounds like a date.”
I shrugged again.
“It’s been a while since you were last out on a date. More than a year, to my knowledge.”
I shrugged again. “I’ve been busy.”
“With six beautiful young girls visiting you almost every day, I’ll bet you’ve been busy.”
“It’s not like that, Mother. They’re my friends.”
“They’re beautiful young girls, and you’re a horny teenaged boy.”
“Why does everybody assume I have to be fucking the--”
“Language, please, Matthew,” Mother interrupted.
I sighed and tried again. “Why does everybody assume I have to be having sex with the girls to be friends with them? I’m NOT.”
“Well, you’re apparently fucking Sam.”
I popped my eyebrows at Mother’s use of the f-word. It told me she was dead serious. Or she was messing with me. I couldn’t actually tell. Pursing my lips, I said defensively, “That’s different.”
“Are you in love with her?”
“With Sam? No.” I shook my head. “We’re friends.”
“‘Friends’ don’t spend three out of four nights alone together, having sex or… or whatever you two were doing to each other before tonight.”
I buried my face in my hands. “I canNOT believe I’m having this conversation with my mother.”
“Is she going to become your girlfriend?”
“No.”
“Do you intend to keep having sex with her?”
“I don’t know! We didn’t plan on last night happening! It just… I mean…” My shoulders sagged. “Things got out of control, annnnd we didn’t really have time to talk about it because I had to get her home before her parents got home from the wedding, and I have NO idea what we’re going to tell all the rest of the girls, okay? I don’t know what’s going to happen next.”
Mother frowned at me. “You’re expecting the other girls to get upset that you slept with Sam.”
I sighed. “We have a rule: Nobody dates Matty.”
“I’m presuming that rule is understood to mean: ‘Nobody has sex with Matty’.”
“Pretty much.”
“Then why has Sam been coming over here… alone? Were you two planning to keep that a secret?”
“I don’t know.”
“Because some of those girls are going to get jealous when they find out, aren’t they?”
“Probably.”
“Because some of those girls want to have sex with you too, don’t they?”
“I don’t actually know,” I replied immediately, but a second later I thought about Naimh constantly trying to get into my pants. And ah, shit, there was the whole thing with Belle starting the pill for me. My face gave me away.
“There ARE others who want to have sex with you.” Mother leaned forward and planted her elbows on the table, folded her fingers together, and set her chin down atop them. Her eyes glittered with intensity.
I rubbed my forehead. “It’s… complicated.”
“Teenage relationships are always complicated. It’s been a while, but I was eighteen once, too.”
“I do NOT want to think about that.”
Mother chuckled. “Is this other girl using birth control?”
I rolled my eyes. “Is that all you care about?”
“I care a LOT about whether or not my only son accidentally gets a girl pregnant. Yes, I do.”
“Yes, yes, accidentally having me was the worst thing that ever happened to you. I know, I know.”
“Matthew.” Mother scolded rather loudly, on the verge of yelling, but she took a deep breath, collected herself, and sat up straight. “I do not pretend to be a very good mother. I don’t have that… maternal… instinct. I am sorry that I’ve always prioritized my career over you. I try to make myself feel better by making sure that you have always been provided for, but I realize that is small comfort for a boy who never really had a father.”
I rolled my eyes and glared at her.
“Well… you never really had either of your parents,” she conceded. “And there’s nothing I can do that will make up for the time already gone by. Nor will I suddenly become a constant part of your life.”
She paused, considering her next words.
I arched an eyebrow. “I feel a ‘but’ coming on…”
Mother looked amused, and then deliberately began, “However… you are no longer a child. In fact, not only are you legally of age, there are some who would say you’ve only now reached full maturity tonight. And in plain simple fact, I find it much easier to deal with adults than I do with children.”
“What are you saying?”
Mom shrugged. “I’m saying that the older you get, the more we’ll have in common. And the more we have in common, the more I hope you’ll come to understand that while I will never be the affectionate mama bear to you that Belle’s mother was, I DO love you in my own way. And I’d like to do what I can to support your needs.”
“Support my needs?” I furrowed my eyebrows. “Like what?”
She gestured across the table. “What do you need?”
I blinked, thought about it, and shrugged. She’d given me a large, empty house with a swimming pool suitable for attracting a group of hot babes to come hang out with me, a minivan, a credit card to pay for my expenses even though I didn’t spend much, and a lot of unsupervised time to myself. “I… I guess I already HAVE everything that I need.”
Mother smiled. “Guess I didn’t do SUCH a bad job. You turned out to be a pretty fine young man.”
I rolled my eyes. “You gave me my material possessions. Belle and the Kramers deserve more credit for me turning out to be a fine young man. Some other boy with the resources I’ve had could’ve turned into a drug dealer.”
Mother’s eyes sharpened. “You’re NOT doing any drugs, right?”
“Jeez, of course not. You kidding me?”
She stared at me a little bit just to be sure, the kind of stare a lawyer would use to intimidate a witness on the stand. But a moment later she relaxed, apparently satisfied.
“Well there is one thing I’d appreciate in the future,” I said, thinking back to last night.
“What is it?”
“Could you NOT intimidate the hell out of Sam or anyone else who comes to visit me?”
Mother frowned, as if she had no idea what I was talking about. “Intimidate? I didn’t do any such thing.”
“Then what was that whole bit with you lurking in wait for us to discover Sam’s panties had gone missing?”
Mother rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t ‘lurking in wait’. I picked up the panties because I was curious and walked back into the kitchen. Once I heard you two yelling and screaming up in your room, I realized what was going on and tossed them aside. You’ll recall I was in a fully lit kitchen, reading a book and drinking wine.”
I blinked, thought about it, and sighed. “Okay fair enough. ‘Intimidating’ may just be your natural state.”
Mother’s smile was all teeth. She’d taken it as a compliment. How in the world someone with HER personality had ever given birth to ME I’ll never know.
****
“Wait-wait-wait. Sam did WHAT?!?”
“Shhh!” I shushed Belle with a finger to her lips. “Your dad is right downstairs!”
Eyes aflame, Belle yanked my hand away from her mouth and stared daggers into my eyes. With steam coming out of her nostrils, she growled through clenched teeth, “Sam did what?”
I winced. “You’re mad.”
“Matty!” she hissed semi-quietly, still clenching her teeth. “I got on the pill for you! I was supposed to be ready by tomorrow!”
“In all fairness,” I hedged, “I never promised we’d--”
“You never PROMISED?!?” she roared, no longer trying to keep the volume down.
I held up my hands defensively and said, “Maybe we shouldn’t be having this conversation here.” I got off her bed and headed for the door.
“You fucking come back here, Matthew!” Belle howled after me.
I opened the door and headed down the stairs. Mr. K had come to the hallway and was looking up at me with a questioning look on his face, but he didn’t say a word because Belle was already stomping after me howling, “I can’t BELIEVE you! You rat-faced, inconsiderate, brain-damaged shithead!”
“Annabelle, please watch your language,” Mr. K scolded as I passed him.
“Sorry, Mr. K,” I apologized.
“Do I want to know why she’s mad at you?” he asked casually.
“Not really.”
Mr. K shrugged and patted me on the shoulder as I passed him and headed out the front door.
Belle followed me out the front door and down to the sidewalk. At least she’d stopped yelling once we were in public. I glanced back and saw Mr. K chuckling in amusement on the doorstep before he went back inside. Belle was right behind me.
I went into my own house and closed the door after Belle came in. Mother was in the living room reading her book, and she looked up at our entrance. It was unusual for me to come back to the house so soon on a Sunday afternoon when visiting the Kramers.
“Hello, Belle,” Mother greeted while taking in the girl’s obviously livid demeanor.
Belle managed to growl a ‘hello’ in reply while Mother pointedly looked at me. I figured she already knew, so I went ahead and explained, “I told her about Sam.”
Mother blinked, raised her head, and said, “Ah.” And after a moment’s thought, she added, “You know, I think I’m going to go out for a while. Give you two some privacy for this conversation.”
Belle’s jaw dropped as she gawked at me. “Your mother knows?!?”
I shrugged. “She was here last night when Sam and I came back downstairs.”
Belle rubbed her forehead and clenched her eyes as if she had a headache. Still keeping her eyes closed, she jabbed one finger at the stairs, clearly directing me to go up to my room.
I did as ordered, marching up to my room. Belle followed and closed the door behind her. And as soon as the latch clicked, I wrapped her up in my arms and kissed her fiercely.
Belle squeaked in surprise and initially tried to push me off, but a second later her body relaxed, and she flowed back into the kiss. Our lips moved up and down and around together in waves while our tongues came out to play. And I squeezed her tight as if the strength of my arms could somehow express the strength of my love for her.
Eventually, I released her. Belle pulled her head back, pale green eyes aglow as she stared at me with the same love I felt for her. But a second later they hardened as she gave me a medium strength shove to the chest. “You can’t just kiss me and make everything better.”
I shrugged. “Didn’t make things any worse. I love kissing you,” I stated sincerely.
She pursed her lips and deliberately walked over to my desk chair. It would be less likely for us to start messing around there than if she’d gone to sit on my bed. I, on the other hand, did go to sit on the edge of the bed facing her.
“So Sam got your virginity,” she stated flatly. “Just mounted herself on you before you could realize what was going on.”
I nodded slowly. “She apologized for not asking me.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet she was soooo torn up about it,” Belle scoffed. “You know she DID say that one time it wouldn’t be such a stretch for her to fuck you just so she could be your favorite.”
“I don’t think that’s what was going through her mind. I mean, I DID ask her why she did it, but she looked at the clock and said we had to hurry home.”
“Convenient.”
I sighed. “I thought so, too. She dodged the question. But at the same time, I genuinely believe that she doesn’t know why she did it. It was an impulsive decision. Ten seconds earlier, she’d been bawling her eyes out over her inability to deep-throat me even though I told her it wasn’t a big deal. Maybe having sex with me was her way of… making it up to me? Something like that.”
Belle looked at me skeptically. “She couldn’t deep-throat you, so she figured she’d give you her pussy instead?”
“I know it sounds crazy, but it’s the best explanation I’ve got.”
Belle pursed her lips and sighed, looking thoughtful. She started shaking her head, stopped, picked her head up to look at the ceiling, and fidgeted in her seat a bit. After another minute, she finally spoke again.
“So what was it like?” she asked quietly, without looking at me.
“What? Sex?”
“No the chocolate fondue fountain, you idiot. Of course sex! What did it feel like to have her pussy on you?”
I grinned at the memory. “It felt incredible.”
“Better than a blowjob?”
“WAY better.”
Belle shivered, and I noticed the way her nipples started poking through her shirt. She was only wearing a t-shirt over her bra, dressed for hanging out around the house not going out. I also noticed the way her free hand drifted down from her hip, rubbing her thigh as it moved closer to her crotch.
“Are you imagining me having sex with Sam?” I asked quietly. “Or are you imagining me having sex with you?”
“With me…” she admitted with a sigh as she turned to look at me.
After a moment’s thought, I got off the bed and reached down to scoop my arms beneath Belle’s butt and around her lower back. She stiffened at first, not prepared for me to pick her up, but relaxed once I held her light body comfortably in my arms and backed up to my bed. I sat up against the headboard and spread my legs, sitting Belle between them with her back to my chest. I hooked my left hand beneath the hem of her t-shirt, letting my palm slide up her belly until I cupped her right breast beneath her bra. My right hand slid down beneath the waistband of her sweatpants and into her panties until my middle finger found her cleft.
Belle inhaled sharply when that middle finger penetrated her nether lips. I didn’t have to push very far to find moisture, and after coating my fingertip in her honey, I pulled back far enough to rub that moisture over her clit. She shivered in my grasp at the touch, but I had already stopped rubbing as I’d gone back to get more juice.
“I was so hard inside her,” I said quietly. “My very first pussy. She was absolutely soaked after all the orgasms I’d eaten her to. I can’t describe how it felt to be suddenly surrounded by so much heat and warmth. Blowjobs are nice, but I suppose there’s a reason guys want to feel a deep-throat, to feel every last inch completely encased inside that constricting pressure and not just the top several inches.”
Belle moaned and let her head fall back against my chest. I kissed the crown of her head and continued rubbing her clit. By now, I was able to get two fingers into her tight slit each time I went spelunking for more moisture, and only then did I realize I’d never actually put my fingers into Belle’s pussy before today. And as soon as I had that though, I went to push my fingers back in, this time curling them slightly in search of Belle’s g-spot while simultaneously putting pressure down on her clit with the heel of my hand.
“Nnnngghhhh…” Belle groaned at the sensations, eyes clenched as she slowly waved her head side to side against my chest.
“She was riding me so hard and so fast. She’d wrapped her arms around my neck and yanked my face into her boobs. Those things are HUGE, and as she kept humping up and down those big tits kept banging into my face.”
Belle giggled at the imagery but then immediately moaned as my heel ground down on her clit.
“The sensations were so overwhelming that I came inside her after only seventeen seconds or so. I blame her, of course, for blowing me for like an hour without letting me cum. I was practically on a hair-trigger, so I couldn’t help but blow my load almost right away.”
Belle opened her eyes and looked up at me in surprise. “Seriously?” she asked breathily.
I grinned and nodded, tightening the grip of my left hand on Belle’s right breast and thumbing her nipple. “We had a good laugh about it, but I didn’t even really go soft. We were both still incredibly horny, so I rolled her over and started pounding away. Sex is pretty instinctive. It’s not like she had to teach me how to thrust. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my waist, and I just started going to town on that pretty pussy. Super hard.”
“Super deep,” Belle breathed, looking up at me again.
“Indeed. Well, my ego had gotten involved a bit,” I admitted. “She made a crack about how that had been her shortest ever round of sex.”
“And you had to prove her wrong.”
“Mmm-hmm. I pounded the hell of out her, plundering that pink pussy with powerful, pistoning penetrations.”
Belle laughed. “You really love alliteration, don’t you?”
I laughed with her. “I like to think of myself as an adept alliteration aficionado.”
“And I’ll bet you loved every minute of having sex with her.”
“I loved fucking the shit out of her is what I loved. Hammering the hell out of her and watching the way her face contorted in response to the things I was doing to her. I imagine it’s the same kind of thrill you get when you go down on me: watching the emotions crossing my face because of the pleasure you are giving to me.”
“Yeah…” she murmured, panting for breath while sitting up a bit so she could reach behind her and rub her hand over my bulge.
“Nuh-uh,” I scolded, freezing both of my hands from moving, and then ordering, “Hands off. I’m playing with you right now.”
Belle whimpered but pulled her hand back. She did skootch her butt backward into my crotch and wiggle it against my erection, though. I let that slide and resumed my fondling of her breast while continuing to fingerbang her. And she glanced back at me with heavily hooded eyes and asked quietly, “It sounds like the most amazing thing in the world.”
“It was.”
“Wish you’d let Holly fuck you that one time?”
I chuckled. “Actually, for a moment, yeah I wish that. I mean in hindsight, I’m glad I didn’t. I mean, I know WHY I waited… I love you and the rest of the BTC. For me at least, it was so much better having my first time with Sam than it would’ve been with Holly.”
“Just like my first time will be so much better with you than with anyone else,” she said quietly.
I took a deep breath and sighed, feeling the weight of inevitability settling over me.
Belle sensed the change in my mood, not to mention the way I’d stopped fondling her. She craned her head back to look at me, an expectant look on her face.
“Don’t give me any bullshit about seeing me like a little sister,” she intoned quietly. “Not while you’ve got two fingers in my pussy and a hand inside my bra.”
“I wasn’t going to say anything.”
“Sure you weren’t,” she drawled, not believing me. But she didn’t press the issue, instead sighing and giving me another expectant look. “You’ve known all week why I was getting on birth control - and it sure as hell wasn’t for some sweaty second-string jock at school.”
“I know.”
“So don’t give me any bullshit about how you never ‘promised’ you’d make love to me. You’ve always known it would be you. And in fact, I’m actually GLAD Sam got your cherry last night.”
That stopped me short. “Wait, what?”
Belle smiled a sort of evil grin, like she knew she’d checkmated me even though I hadn’t realized it yet. “Sam took away the only possible excuse you could still have for you and me not having sex.”
“What excuse?”
“That it wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the BTC. That we’ve just barely started blowjobs, and even those neither Alice nor Zofi has put their mouth on you yet. If I’d tried to seduce you yesterday, you would’ve hemmed and hawed about not crossing lines or violating The Rule. But today? Miss 'The Rule' herself broke the barrier. The BTC is NOT in balance. And making love to me isn’t going to put The Rule back together again.”
I pursed my lips and sighed. “Fair enough. I suppose I should start planning a nice romantic date or something, huh?”
“A date?”
“You know. Girl’s first time and all that? Get dressed up and take you to a fancy dinner. Rent a horse-drawn carriage and take a ride through the city. Decorate my room with candles and rose petals, that sort of thing.”
Belle snorted and gave me a look of disbelief. “You really think I wanted all that? I love you, Matty, and I always will. But I’m not IN love with you, and I know you’re not in love with me. I never wanted a fancy romantic date. The six of us girls may be eagerly climbing all over your body exploring everything physical pleasure has to offer, but none of us is going to date you. The BTC will survive you fucking the shit out of Sam. The BTC will survive you having sex with me. It will NOT survive you becoming someone’s actual boyfriend. I told you before: I’m not breaking up the BTC for us.”
“Then?”
Belle pulled my hands out of her shirt and sweatpants, twisted around in my embrace, and got to her knees. She leaned forward to kiss me gently before sitting back on her heels. And then she reached down to grab the hem of her t-shirt and swiftly whipped it over her head. Her bra had been dislodged, exposing her right boob, but she unclasped it and tossed it to join the shirt. And then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants and started tugging them down her thighs.
My eyes went wide in surprise. “What, here? Now?”
“Why not?”
“Well your period isn’t over, for one thing. I felt the pad when I went in to start rubbing you.”
Belle rolled her eyes and said, “Look at your fingers. Not a trace of blood on them.”
I did. While my digits were pretty slimy with girl juice, there wasn’t a hint of red color.
“I knew I was at the tail end of my period,” she went on, now completely naked before me. “I mentally figured I’d seduce you tomorrow to give myself a full seven days just to be sure, but that’s not a requirement. I’m ready.”
“I’m dressed like shit. You don’t have any makeup on. This is your virginity, B. You really don’t want… I dunno… Sam had the whole fancy wedding date. I guess I thought you’d--”
“You thought I’d want the same?” she interrupted. “Let Sam have her fancy wedding date with you in a nice suit and her in a dress that I’m sure was absolutely stunning.”
I smiled at the memory. “It was.”
“I don’t care. All -I- ever wanted was for you to NOT go into vapor lock at the mere suggestion of deflowering me. I think I actually TOLD you what I’d do to overcome it, which is what Sam ended up doing: blow you within an inch of your life, and then when you were least expecting it, just get up and impale myself on your prick before you realized what was going on.”
“Ah.”
“The fact that we’re here and you’re not locking up is all I ever wanted. I don’t need romance and I don’t care if we’re in crappy Sunday afternoon clothes. I’m naked and horny and I love you more than anyone in the world. I just want you. I’ve only ever wanted you.”
I smiled and opened my arms to her. “You have me.”
Belle smiled, leaned in, and kissed me again. “Not yet, I haven’t. But we’re gonna fix that right now.”
Comments
Durteedawg
Lmao @ ‘No the chocolate fondue fountain’
Jeff Potato
I'm surprised to say this, but I actually kinda like Matthew's mother.
