The Big Tits Club Ch. 05-06

Belle announced her first orgasm when her fingers combed through my hair and suddenly yanked none too gently. I had often wondered if Holly overstated my cunnilingus abilities, buttering me up or otherwise attempting to boost my confidence so that I'd fuck her that much better afterwards. But if Belle's reactions to my oral attentions were sincere, I was two-for-two on the pussy-eating front.

I never asked Belle to teach me. I assumed she knew as little about eating a girl out as I did, even if she had her own box to play with. I pretty much just did the same thing I'd done to Holly, which was to read my lover's reactions and act accordingly.

Flicking her clit with my tongue over and over again definitely got her going, but just as with Holly, after a while the technique became predictable and I had to change it up. I switched to more of a sucking motion for a while, and then a few minutes later I flatted my tongue and sort of grinded it down against that little nub. And a few minutes after that, I pointed my tongue so I could swirl it around and around the circumference of Belle's clit.

"Ohmigawd, Matty..." she moaned every so often. "How are you doing this to me?"

"Right there, right there, ohmigawd, right there!" she whimpered a few times when I found a particular rhythm on a particular spot that just flat out worked for her.

And "Holy FUCK, Matty! Ohmi... GAWD! I'm gonna cum! You're making me cum! Matty's making me cum! OHHHWWWAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!!"

She did that one twice.

No two girls react the same, and I already knew my "routine" would not be nearly as consistent as my massage routine. But I definitely wanted to refine and fine-tune this particular routine, because I had so much fun making Belle both scream and cream that I knew I'd want to do it again.

And again and again and again. Maybe the best way to get over this "she's my little sister" mental block was just to keep going down on each other and making out until she truly became a sexual being to me because it would just be too ridiculous for me to think otherwise. At least, that's what I had started to think by the time Belle squeaked and screamed her fourth orgasm, after which her legs collapsed flat out to the sides, nearly doing a full split. And as she grunted and gasped for air, she started tugging at my hair while moaning, "Matty... Matty... Come up here... Come up here..."

I sorta figured Belle could stand one more orgasm. After all, she hadn't rolled over into a fetal position on her side begging, "No more, no more." So rather than allow myself to be tugged upward, I tried to keep licking at her clit.

But she insisted on yanking and yanking and finally stopped, groaning, "I need you to get up here and fuck me."

THAT made my eyes pop open wide. "Umm, what?"

"Fuck me, Matty. I want it. I need it." She held both arms out to me, her hands gesturing urgently for me to come to her.

Annnd the mental block slammed back down. Having sex? With Belle? No way. Going down on her was one thing, but deflowering my little Annabelle? No fucking way. I would NOT be that kind of molester.

"I can't," I said dejectedly, pulling back and propping myself up on my elbows.

Her legs closed in to either side of me, and she drummed her heels on the mattress like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "Matty, it's me."

"That's the problem."

"I want you. I need you. I need you deep INSIDE me." She started to prop herself up on her elbows, staring at me with an expression of unadulterated lust. "I already told you last night you could have my virginity."

I sat back on my heels and wiped my soaking wet chin with my forearm. "And I'm incredibly honored that you'd entrust me with that, but... I mean... are you even protected?"

"You can use a condom."

"I don't have a condom."

Belle sat up straight and looked agog at me. "What kind of teenage boy doesn't have any condoms?"

"The kind of boy who committed himself to the BTC, all of whom swore they'd never have sex with me!"

"We never swore any such thing!"

"Wait, really?"

"MATTY!"

"Okay, okay, getting sidetracked." I held up my hands and waved them defensively. "But seriously, Belle. We can't. Not like this."

"Not like what? In your room? On your bed?"

"No, not that. I... I just can't." I rubbed my forehead and winced.

Belle knew the look. By now, she knew it well. It was the look that told her I was locked up because I still thought of her like a little sister, and she held up her index finger and waggled it at me. "Oh, no. Oh, NO. Do NOT tell me we can't have sex because you see me as your little sister."

I blushed pink, averted my eyes, and shrugged. "Fine, I won't tell you."

"Fucking A, Matty! Am I not beautiful?"

"Of course you are."

"Am I not fuckable?"

"Of course you are."

"Do you not stare at this naked body and think of how amazing it would feel to bury that big gorgeous cock of yours all the way up my virgin pussy?"

"Of COURSE I do!" I gazed down at her puffy pink slice of heaven, with glistening rivulets of girlcum trailing down her crack. "But... but..."

"Don't you DARE fucking say it!"

"I'm not saying it! I'm not saying it!"

"WHY are we still talking about this?!?" Belle screamed at the ceiling, not quite loud enough for her dad to hear next door, but pretty loud. "I want to. You want to. Why is that not good enough?!?"

"I don't know!"

Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, Belle turned and flopped off my bed like a fish on the deck trying to get back to the water. Eventually she managed to get to her feet and started hunting around for her clothes.

"Belle... I'm sorry..." I whimpered. "I love you. I wish I could get over this block, I really do."

The L-word caught her attention, and she immediately froze. Blinking fast, she looked over at me and arched an eyebrow. "Do you? Do you really love me?"

My mind racing, I could scarcely hold three thoughts together. But I knew the answer with absolute crystal clarity, so I stated quite seriously, "Yes. I love you. I always have."

Belle's eyes narrowed, and she stared up at the ceiling for a moment before sighing and shaking her head. "But you love me as a little sister, right?"

I shrugged helplessly. "You told me not to say the s-word."

Shaking her head even more vigorously, Belle focused on hopping back into her panties and pants, and then re-clasped her bra around her back, and finally shrugged into her sweater. I had never taken my clothes off in the first place, so I simply sat in the desk chair watching her get dressed without an ounce of arousal.

Once completely clothed, Belle turned to face me and crossed her arms over her chest. Her jaw was set, and her pale green eyes NOW blazed like some kind of evil robot. Even though I was quite literally a foot taller than her, she loomed tall and intimidating over me at this moment. And after pursing her lips and tapping her toe, she finally exhaled and said, "You seemed to be able to get over your mental block both when you were going down on me and I was going down on you. You were even able to get over it when we were just kissing. It seems to me the only time this mental block is able to actually stop you is when you have time to actually think about it. Otherwise, if we can just get straight to the action before you have time to really think about it, we can do just that: get straight to the action before you have time to really think about it."

I blinked twice, processing all that for a moment. "Uh, yeah. That's actually exactly what I was thinking right before you asked me to come up and fuck you."

She pursed her lips again and sighed. "So I sealed my fate when I stopped to tell you I wanted you to come up and fuck me."

I blinked again. "Uh, something like that."

"So the solution would seem to be that I should just mount myself on you when you're not really expecting it. Like... start a blowjob, make sure you're lying down flat, and then just climb into your lap and impale myself. Sound about right?"

My throat tightened, and I suddenly had trouble swallowing. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea."

She waved me off dismissively. "Doesn't matter right now. First things first: I need to get on the pill, then finish my period, and that'll take like three weeks. Otherwise if I take the time to try and roll a condom onto you, you're liable to go into vapor lock and start whimpering about how you're molesting me or some such bullshit."

I grimaced. "I'm sorry."

She waved me off again. "Don't be. It is what it is. I love that you care that much about me, let's leave it at that. If I think about the rest of it too much I'll just get more annoyed."

"Um, sure."

Taking a deep breath, Belle stretched out her arms and dropped them as she exhaled. Waving at the scattered Magic cards, she muttered, "Sorry about the mess but uh, I need to take a walk to clear my head."

"Don't worry about it," I replied immediately. "Totally understand."

Almost mechanically, Belle stepped forward and pulled me down so she could peck my lips, a sibling peck that didn't set off any alarm bells in my mind. With a curt nod and a tight smile, she turned and walked out the bedroom door. I heard her thump down the stairs, and eventually the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut a moment later reached my ears as well.

I was still bent over on all fours, collecting loose cards when I suddenly felt myself get rolled over. My mouth dropped open in shock as Belle yanked down my track pants and underwear, grabbed at and squeezed my limp dick. She must've faked going out the front door. And three seconds later, she shoved every last inch of me into her mouth, although as my rapidly-elongating dick well... elongated... she quickly had plenty of room around which to fit her tiny hands.

Five minutes later, I lay flat across the floor of my bedroom, breathing hard while Belle snuggled up against my right side. Her hand was beneath my shirt as she rubbed my chest, a silly smile on her face as she enjoyed having a belly full of fresh Matty-cum.

"Whaddaya know?" she remarked mirthfully. "My theory holds."

****

Where was I? Oh, right.

"Holy crap, B. Mari'll be here any minute!"

"Then shut up and let me finish!"

Suiting action to her words, Belle wasted no time getting her mouth around my rapidly-expanding erection. My jeans were around my ankles as I sat in her desk chair, one eye watching the beautiful strawberry-blonde kneeling on the floor between my legs as she bobbed her head up and down in my lap, and the other eye trained out the window and through the blinds in anticipation of Mari's car parking in the driveway.

It was now Thursday in mid-November, almost two weeks since that fateful Halloween party. Belle and I had driven home from school and gone straight to her bedroom. Mari always joined us on Thursdays to study and do homework together, but she also had to drive her younger cousin home first (they carpooled) before coming over to Belle's place, which gave Belle and me a narrow window in which to sneak in this latest BJ session.

Belle never asked permission to take my shorts down and start jacking my cock. She knew that if she took the time to ask, I'd hem and haw and go into vapor lock, which was the absolute least arousing thing I could possibly do, for either of us. Instead, she held to her theory that if she could start the hormone rush quickly enough to completely bypass my conscience, we would both get what we wanted. And ever since that Sunday, the theory had held.

Belle blew me in-between kids coming to the door to trick-or-treat (Mother and I never decorated our house, but I had always helped pass out candy at hers once I got too old to trick-or-treat myself). It was a good thing her dad had to work late that day.

Belle blew me one night when she told her dad she was going over to my place after dinner but would be back in an hour. After she swallowed everything, she asked me to go down on her, which I was more than happy to do. No mental block there. It was the least I could do after she'd gotten ME off first. She loved it so much that when she gave me a second blowjob, she pulled her mouth off me at the last second and let me spray all over her naked tits.

The next night, Belle came over to my place after dinner again. This time, instead of going straight into a blowjob, she pulled her pants down, spread her legs, and asked me to get her off first. I think it was a test, actually, to see if I'd go into vapor lock and insist I thought of her as my little sister or something. But surprisingly, the mental block never materialized. Going down on her was doing something for her, not for me, so there was no guilt. She definitely seemed quite pleased by this development, and after that, pretty much every time we weren't under some kind of time constraint, we'd start off with me going down on her first, and by the end of it I'd be so revved up and horny that I was only too eager to let her return the favor, any mental blocks completely nonexistent.

She also started to get even bolder with our encounters. Twice, she pulled me into her bedroom for quickie blowjobs after dinner even though her dad was downstairs. One morning, she blew me in my minivan halfway to school. I sat bolt upright in the driver's seat, idling on the curb by a neighborhood park, praying fervently that no morning joggers came by before she finished me off. It was a minor miracle I hadn't crashed in the first place when she'd reached over and slid her hand into my unzipped jeans.

After that, she asked for a spare key to my house so she could just let herself inside in the morning, unless I wanted to risk more minivan blowjobs en route. I warned HER that Mother would still be home in the mornings, as she usually didn't go into the office until 8am. Belle conceded the point... and promptly gave me another minivan blowjob the next day.

That very same afternoon, Belle parked me on the couch and blew me as soon as we got to my house after school only minutes before a study session with Alice, Sam, and Zofi. An hour later, Sam wanted a "study break", turned our makeout session into a handjob session, and expressed surprise at how long it was taking me to blow, even when she took her top off and started titfucking me. Our friends had no idea Belle had already pulled two ejaculations out of me that day, but Alice and Zofi were happy to have the extra time playing with my dick before Zofi did the honors of jacking my eruption all over Sam's big titties. Zofi even licked up a few globs and fed what she found directly into Sam's mouth with her tongue. It was just as hot as the first time I'd seen her do it.

And that's the thing: the rest of the BTC had no idea what Belle and I were doing with each other ("to" each other?) when they weren't around. They had their own lives to lead, with families that demanded their attention, after school activities to attend, and hobbies to soak up their time. Zofi took dance classes. Sam wanted to be a doctor and had a full schedule of studying and extracurriculars that would look good on a college application. Naimh was into arts and crafts. Alice was really into comics and manga, and she and Naimh would get together to do projects for fun, like the one time they wrote a comic book together. Mari had a large extended family and spent a lot of time with her cousins. So long as Belle and I confined our activities to times that none of the BTC were around, nobody had a clue.

Well, Alice noticed that I'd been unusually tired for the past couple of weeks, and asked with sincere concern if I was sick or something. I couldn't tell her Belle was draining my dick as fast as I could get it up, in-between sessions of the rest of the BTC attempting to drain my dick as fast as I could get it up. Lots of guys (including me) have fantasized about getting off six times a day with a harem of nubile, hot babes who literally line up for him to service them, but even though I was still a freaking virgin, I was absolutely exhausted trying to keep up. At least Belle was the only one I was obligated to satisfy in return (for now). I couldn't imagine what life would be like if I had to spend all week going down on the other five girls of the BTC in addition to servicing Belle almost every night.

With all that going on, I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised Belle was starting another blowjob on a Thursday afternoon before Mari arrived. At this point, I would've been more surprised if there was a window of ten-plus minutes and she didn't start something. But the longer we kept this up, the more likely it was that we'd get caught. And I knew all hell would break loose as soon as we did.

Oh, how right I was.

I just had no idea it would happen the way it did.

Belle popped off my prick and glared up at me. "C'mon, you're not paying attention." Pulling her sweater up to her neck, she trapped my dick in the valley of her D-cup cleavage and started humping her chest up and down.

Well that certainly got my attention. This would make only the third time ever that Belle tried to give me a titfuck. But as great as a titfuck is visually, it can't compete with the feeling of a warm and wet mouth, so after another minute I started looking out the window again.

"C'mon, Matty!" Belle complained. "I don't want you going soft on me!"

"I'm sorry! I'm not doing this on purpose. The six of you are pulling so much cum out of me it's a wonder I haven't died of dehydration."

"You ARE drinking extra fluids, aren't you?" she asked while continuing to pump her tits around my cock.

"Yes, yes, of course."

Pulling me out of her cleavage, Belle ducked down to take another long lick from balls to tip and frowned. "You know what? Just get away from the window. You're psyching yourself out watching for Mari's car."

I whined but let Belle tug me out of her desk chair and put me onto her bed instead. I dropped back onto my elbows, forcing myself to relax and focus on the sight of my beautiful Belle's face and her small little mouth getting stretched obscenely wide around my thick shaft.

She was right. Not staring out the window worrying about Mari's car definitely helped me relax. I reached out and caressed her cheek, and actually caressed the bulge my dickhead made as it dented her cheek out from the inside. Belle's huge, pale green eyes twinkled as she felt the adoration in my gaze. And as she closed them to focus on pumping her entire head up and down my dick, making the shaft disappear and reappear over and over again, I felt the pleasure begin to build.

"Fuuuuck, B," I groaned. "You're getting GOOD at that."

She popped off for a second and grinned at me. "Practice, practice. Someday I'm gonna get the whole thing in my throat." She promptly tried to swallow as much of me as she could, although she had a good three inches still to go, room enough for one of her hands to keep twisting around the base.

"I'm happy to let you keep trying. But don't think I'll love you any less if you can't."

"Mmm-mmph!" she insisted with a mouthful of meat, although I had no idea what words she actually meant to say.

I just patted her head and let her keep going. Mentally, I calculated how much time we would have left: maybe five more minutes at most. I started to visualize the semen boiling in my balls. I imagined the creamy white goo thinning into a slippery fluid as it heated up. I thought about what my jizz might look like pouring up through the narrow tube of my cock, rising rapidly like an out-of-control mercury thermometer until it exploded volcanically from my protruding upright tower to bathe the insides of Belle's mouth with my scalding hot white lava.

"Gonna cum, B," I warned, perhaps two or three minutes later.

To my surprise though, Belle slowed down. Instead of pumping her head quickly, her usual way to make me blow, she stopped at the top, nursed on my mushroom head, and used her hands to stroke my shaft slowly.