The Big Tits Club Ch. 05-06

One benefit of always having either Belle, Naimh, Sam, or Mari slurping away on my dick was that I felt no need for ejaculatory control. And so it was that when the most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen paused to lick two of her fingers before swiping them through her red-furred landing strip and across her clit after a turn on our little catwalk, my hips jerked and Sam happily swallowed my first of three loads that afternoon. Naimh seemed particularly proud of herself for that one.

Then there was Alice. Like Mari, Alice was a more hesitant participant and would cover herself up with bathrobes between sessions. She'd never frozen as Mari had, and she wasn't the only one to cover up when not performing (Mari retreated into a bathrobe as well, and Zofi had taken to wearing her panties like Belle, not for modesty's sake but rather because she liked the way I'd started staring at her panty-clad ass, even with all the other naked tushies around). But regardless, my best friend was clearly feeling awkward. I was beginning to consider asking if she wanted to sit the rest of the day out.

That's when Sam had the bright idea to have each girl take a turn sitting in my lap wriggling her naked heinie against my bulge. For this, Sam asked that I put my boxers back on. No need to tempt fate (or Naimh) that things would line up just right and cost someone their virginity. It wasn't a far cry from the dry humping Sam had begun last summer, but now there was less clothing in the way and I was also allowed to touch and grab to my heart's content. First went Sam, who ground out an orgasm for herself before her dismount. Mari and Zofi followed after.

Once their turns were over, my best friend took her place. Now, while Sam had ground herself against my erection, Mari and Zofi had mostly been content to cuddle, with Mari taking the extra step of feeding me her nipple. As such, I'd actually had less direct physical stimulus in the last few minutes than I'd had for most of the afternoon and was nowhere near losing my load.

Alice, however, wasn't one for cuddling. And while she wasn't a big fan of walking around naked, either, she did enjoy getting herself off and began imitating Sam's ride. It took her a moment to figure out what worked, but eventually she was riding me like she'd been doing it for months. "Suck my titties," she commanded, and I happily complied, leaning forward to take in the luscious love melons.

Beside us, Sam was calling time, but Alice didn't want to stop. "Please, I'm almost there," she whined. No one stopped her as her hips moved faster, seeking just the little bit more she'd need to go over the edge. Ignored was the effect she was having on me. I might not have been close before, but a solid five minutes of Alice undulating on my lap was bringing my balls to a boil.

Then I felt her hand between us, Alice taking matters into her own fingers as her rapid diddling of her clit also rubbed across my cock. Finally, she screeched out the orgasm she'd been chasing, wailing while her body ground down on me one last time, and I grunted as I followed her over the edge.

Alice's eyes refocused as the wave passed. Still breathing hard, she apparently felt the moisture between our loins and looked down. "Did you...?"

I chuckled. "I certainly did."

"For me?"

I looked back at her confused until it hit me. Alice hadn't been awkward out of shyness; she'd been intimidated by the other girls. Sometimes I forgot the BTC were teenage girls with their own set of body issues, and we did have very beautiful friends. So I assured her with warm sincerity, "Yes, for you."

Alice contemplated that for a moment until she looked down again and realized what was smeared between us. My erection had long been poking upwards between our two bodies, giving the girls something to grind on. But Alice's undulations had worked the waistband of my boxers lower and lower so that the top several inches of my dick were exposed, and I'd ultimately belched my load across both of our bellies.

"Eww!" Alice abruptly complained and leapt off my lap to run into the kitchen. We could see her grabbing paper towels to first blot up my icky sperm, and then run a few more paper towels through the sink to make wet wipes. And she kept up a constant stream of complaints from the kitchen through most of Belle's turn on my lap.

But when Alice came back, she was a lot freer and confident for the rest of the afternoon, imitating Zofi's preference for wearing panties, but ditching the bathrobe.

Sensing that the whole "naked bootcamp" thing was winding down, Naimh was the first to break, flopping onto her back in the seat beside me and yanking me around until my face was in her crotch. I was only too happy to start feasting away.

Alice promptly pulled her panties back off and then parked herself on the couch right next to us. "I call 'next'!"

Spending all afternoon exposing themselves to my hungry gaze had primed all of the girls, and they each climaxed quite quickly. Sam and Zofi also screeched their satisfaction in short order after Naimh and Alice. Mari held back, letting herself be last. After she finished squealing her pleasure to the ceiling, my adorable angel reached out and fondled my final erection of the afternoon between her thumb and forefinger. She patted the seat cushion and said sweetly, "Let me take care of that for you."

Naimh, Alice, and Belle were all fully-dressed by now and chatting around the kitchen island. Sam remained naked, chilling out on the armchair a few feet away while Zofi sprawled next to us on the couch, also still naked and still a little delirious from her recent orgasm. Accepting Mari's generous offer, I took my place on the seat, my rock-hard shaft pointing straight up to the ceiling. And I groaned in exquisite relief as my luscious Latina started lowering her warm and wet mouth around my rampant prick.

I wasn't in any hurry to cum. I was already down two ejaculations this afternoon, and I wanted to relax and enjoy Mari's blowjob as if it were a well-earned cigar at the end of a long day. At first, Sam watched Mari working me, and it almost looked like she was studying the other girl's technique. But then Zofi started to stir from her stupor, and Sam went to help collect her best friend and took her back to the office to get dressed.

Eventually, though, my angel's talented mouth started bringing me up to the edge. Pleasure shot through my brain like lightning bolts as I groaned and let my head loll against the backrest. And when I felt the pressure in my balls come to a boil, I stiffened my spine and looked down to warn her of my impending eruption.

"Mari... Angel... I'm gonna cum..." I warned, gasping for air as I watched the lovely Latina bob her head up and down my prick, her lips stretched wide around my girth.

Mari held up a finger, telling me to wait. She stopped her bobbing at the top, inhaled deeply through her nose, and sloooowwwlllly sank her face all the way down my dick.

I mean ALL the way down. Mari's lips were around the very base of my cock, and the tight constriction of her throat was almost too much for me to bear.

"Holy CRAP!" I exclaimed, throwing my head back and desperately trying to hold my orgasm at bay lest I drown her in this vulnerable position. Mari stayed down there, breathing shallowly through her nose, trying to hold the deep-throat for as long as she possibly could.

"Holy CRAP!" Belle exclaimed from the direction of the kitchen. A moment later, she announced in a louder voice, "Mari's deep-throating Matty!"

"What?!?" Sam exclaimed as she returned down the hallway. Zofi squeaked something as well. But I didn't bother turning to look. All my attention was on the angel before me with a throat full of cock.

Mari suddenly choked and backed off quickly, thumping her chest with her fist as tears appeared in her eyes. She tried to get over it a little too quickly, putting me back into her mouth and sucking once more, but she hadn't yet cleared her airways and she pulled off to start coughing again.

Belle quickly settled to her knees beside me and crammed me into her mouth. She didn't bother trying to deep-throat me, she simply hummed and pumped and did that thing I loved so much with both her hands twisting around the base, and in less than a minute I grunted and began spewing semen into my "little sister's" stomach.

With a satisfied sigh, I collapsed against the couch and smiled serenely while Belle nuzzled and nibbled at my cockhead lovingly. When I had enough energy, I raised a hand to caress her cheek, and she turned to kiss my palm and flash me an impish grin.

"Thanks, B."

"Yeah, thanks, B," Mari added, still tapping her chest and breathing heavily. She gave me an apologetic look and said, "Sorry to leave you hanging."

I shook my head. "Don't be, Angel. I loved what you did."

"But I choked instead of making you cum."

"Girlie," Belle chimed in, "you got all the way down! That's amazing! And I had your back this time. Next time, you'll be able to say you made him cum straight into your belly."

"IF that's what you want," I added. "You know I'll be fine if you don't."

"Of course I know." Mari beamed at me. "That's why I loved doing it for you."

With a wide, satisfied grin, I gestured for Mari to climb up and cuddle alongside me, which she did happily. I loved the feel of her lush naked curves beneath my arms. In the meantime, Belle hadn't let go of my prick, continuing to stroke my semi-hard shaft. Having cum three times today, it wasn't in any hurry to rise back up to full mast, not that she seemed to mind. At the moment, the petite strawberry-blonde simply wanted to play with it.

Mari had gone to get dressed and Belle was still playing with my prick when Zofi came around and held up the DVD we'd rented from Blockbuster to be tonight's entertainment. I nodded and Zofi hollered, "We're starting the movie!" And the rest of the girls assembled around.

Belle finally put my penis away and sat on the other cushion beside me. Alice and Naimh took the two-cushion loveseat, and Zofi was quick to call dibs on the armchair, leaving Sam out in our impromptu musical chairs game.

But Sam wasn't interested in sitting down just yet. She stood in front of the TV, waiting until she had everyone's attention. And then in a slightly nervous voice that was supremely out of character for the typically ultra-confident young woman, she said, "I need to ask a favor from all of you: I'd like Matty to go with me to this wedding tomorrow night."

Zofi frowned. "You mean, like a date?"

"No, no, that's just it. I mean, technically, yes he would be 'my date'." Sam did the air quotes. "But we wouldn't be going 'on a date'. I'm perfectly aware of The Rule. Rather, one of my dad's business partners is getting married and I've already been to a half-dozen functions with these people and I'm ALWAYS getting hit on by older men who won't take a hint even if I tell them to bugger off. I have to be nice to them because they work with my dad, but having Matty escort me would help a lot in keeping those wankers away from me, you know?"

"You both have to dress up, right?" Naimh queried.

"Of course. It's a wedding."

"And there's going to be a fancy dinner," Alice stated, rather than asked.

"Of course," Sam sighed, recognizing where this was going.

Mari giggled. "Sounds like a date."

Naimh added, "And I'm pretty sure The Rule clearly states that-"

"I get it, I get it," Sam wheezed. "That's why I'm asking permission from you instead of him."

"Did you ask him?" Belle sat up straight before turning to me, adding, "Did she ask you?"

"Yesterday." I shrugged. "But we knew we had to run it by you all first. Seriously, she just needs a shield, and I told her I'd be happy to do it, but only if you all were okay with it."

Zofi leaned forward and raised both eyebrows at Sam. "You realize this'll set a precedent for other situations where one of us will want to 'borrow' Matty to be an escort at some function or another. I'm not complaining - just confirming for my own selfish purposes."

Sam rolled her eyes. "Yes."

Zofi grinned. "I'm okay with it."

Belle laughed. "You're penciling him in for next Saturday or something, aren't you?"

"I call the Saturday after that!" Naimh announced.

"Can we divvy up weekdays, too?" Mari asked.

Sam started waving her hands. "Oh no-no-no. This is NOT going to turn into some kind of rotating schedule where Mari gets him on Mondays, Neevie gets him on Tuesdays, Alice gets him on Wednesdays, etcetera. If you're going to try and pull that shit then you can all get stuffed and hang the wedding."

"Relax, relax, we're just teasing," Belle assured her. "I mean, as long as Matty's fine with it, I say let him go with Sam. It's not like they're going off on some romantic escapade."

Alice shrugged. "Yeah, no biggie."

Naimh briefly waved both hands in a what-the-heck gesture and said, "No worries. But like Zofi, I reserve the right to borrow him if something comes up where I need a boyfriend on my arm."

Mari nodded and said, "Sure."

I smiled and said, "Looks like it's unanimous."

Zofi grinned. "But you still lost musical chairs." She tossed a big pillow for Sam to use as seat cushion on the floor.

Sam beamed at me and said sincerely, "Totally worth it."

****

"Wow... This is pretty nice," I commented as Sam and I walked through the front doors of the San Francisco Merchants Exchange building arm-in-arm. The wedding ceremony would take place right there in the barrel-vaulted lobby, which was decorated to the nines with golden trees topped with white flowers that accented the distinct décor. Sam looked somewhat less enthralled, so I arched an eyebrow. "Been here before already?"

She shrugged. "Second wedding. Third event overall. The company likes this place."

"I can see why. It's impressive."

"Samantha!" A male voice called from somewhere to our left.

Sam winced and closed her eyes for a moment. "So it begins." She schooled her face, put on a pleasant façade, and turned with me to face our new visitor.

"Mr. Sanderson, so nice to see you again," Sam said politely as the early 30s man with a trim goatee strode over to us.

"How many times have I told you to call me 'Tim'?" he said, eyes gravitating down to Sam's upthrust cleavage. They lingered there a little longer than would be polite, but he finally brought his gaze back up. I couldn't necessarily blame him. Sam was impeccably dressed in a satiny black dress that put "the girls" on display, black lace stockings, and fancy skyscraper high heels. Her dark roots and heavy eye makeup accented her severe appearance to go with the dress, but her platinum-blonde hair, piled high in a fancy up-do, and dangling silver earrings completed the look. Teenaged near-jailbait or not, Sam was gorgeous enough to attract the attention of everyone from twelve to a hundred and twenty.

"Perhaps one more time, Mr. Sanderson," Sam replied primly. Turning to me, she released one of her arms from mine and gestured, "This is my boyfriend, Matthew." She immediately wrapped both arms around my left elbow afterwards.

"Pleased to meet you," I stated evenly, offering my hand. For whatever reason, it never occurred to me that Sam would introduce me to people as her boyfriend. I mean, I knew I was going to be her escort, but I honestly thought I would just be her "date for the evening" or something.

Mr. Sanderson shook my hand, a trace of disappointment in his eyes. Gleaning what I could from the conversation, I wondered just how long he'd been fantasizing about banging the hot blonde teenager. We exchanged pleasantries, but after less than two minutes, Sam explained that we needed to meet up with her parents and we excused ourselves.

We were stopped by one more "older admirer" and basically had a repeat of our conversation with Mr. Sanderson, but Sam's parents were nearby and overheard us. After Mr. Quin departed, Sam's mother leaned over and asked, "'Boyfriend'?" I could practically see her miming the air quotes the same way Sam always did.

"Relax, Mummy. It's just to keep the wombats at bay."

Her mother's smile broadened, and she looked at me. "Nice to see you again, Matty."

"You too, Mrs. Smith," I replied politely. I shook hands with Sam's father, and we had a nice chat for a few minutes, talking about school and other things.

While I'd met Sam's parents before, this was easily the longest duration we'd ever spoken. Sam's dad made a few references to San Francisco politics, specifically his support of the LGBTQ agenda, and as the conversation wore on, I got the distinct impression Sam's father thought I was a homosexual.

When we separated again, I leaned in and whispered, "Does your dad think I'm gay?"

Sam giggled and shrugged. "Well you have been hanging out with six girls and zero boys for the past few years. I've never tried to correct him. Otherwise he might pitch a fit about me visiting you."

I arched an eyebrow. "Does your mom think I'm gay?"

Sam shook her head in the negative. "You've done a much better job than other guys of not staring at my breasts, but you still check me out. She noticed and asked me last year if you were gay or straight."

"Does she pitch a fit about you visiting me?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't tell her and she doesn't ask. She trusts me. I have been honest with her about the boys I slept with."

I popped my eyebrows. "Have you told her about what we've been doing?"

Now Sam's eyes sizzled. "What happens in the BTC stays in the BTC."

****

Sam's parents had driven separately from us as they'd met up with other business partners before the wedding. Immediately after the cake cutting ceremony towards the end of the reception dinner, Sam asked for and received permission to leave early. She'd put in her required appearance and was allowed to get away from the "wombats" as she put it.

"Don't take me home yet. Let's go to your house," she said in a husky voice, one hand on my leg in the minivan as I started the ignition. "Mum and Dad will be at the reception for another two hours at least."

I arched an eyebrow, both questioning what she intended to do at my house and excited by the possibilities. Both Wednesday and Thursday nights had been FUN. And then I put the van into gear.

I drove aggressively but not recklessly. Sam was a bit of a distraction since she kept reaching over to rub the bulge in my pants, but at least she didn't unzip me or anything. We made it home safely and hurried inside. But once we got through the garage door, Sam grabbed my hand, spun me around, and clamped both hands behind my ears as she pulled me into a fierce kiss. She hit me with enough force that I staggered until my back hit the wall, Sam crooning into my mouth while pressing her entire torso against mine.

"I wanna suck your dick," Sam hummed in a low voice, her right hand dropping over my bulge to fondle it. She then dropped her left hand so they could work together undoing my belt, unbuttoning my suit pants, and unzipping the zipper. Then with one last fierce kiss, she squatted straight down, dragging my pants and boxer shorts with her, and fed on my cock.

"Gawd you're so sexy," I groaned at the sight of the busty blonde before me. She was still fully dressed, fancy skyscraper heels and all, as she gripped my buttcheeks in her hands and bobbed her head back and forth along my length.

Two and then three times, she tried to deep-throat me, choking a little with each attempt. I could feel the tension in her hands as she held my ass, attempting to impale her face on my protruding prick. I wanted to tell her it was alright if she couldn't do it, but Sam seemed on a mission tonight and I didn't have the heart to tell her to stop.

Well that, and it both looked and felt fucking amazing to watch her try.