The Big Tits Club Ch. 19-20

She pursed her lips and sighed. "You're right, you're right. I'm being..." She didn't finish that sentence.

"You shouldn't feel bad," I told her. "You're like a month removed from losing your virginity. Neevie's been... well she's done this more times than you have."

"Sounds to me like you and I need to catch up to her in that department then."

I gestured to my penis. "I'm game if you wanna help."

She reached over and patted my naked junk, but didn't try to start something yet. Belle took a deep breath, sighed, and shook her head. She furrowed her eyebrows, gave me a serious look, and asked, "Are you afraid you like having sex with her too much? Or are you afraid you LIKE her too much?"

I sighed, decided I didn't want to talk about Naimh anymore, and asked, "When are you gonna tell your dad about us?"

Belle frowned. "You're changing the subject."

"Damn straight I am."

"I don't know yet."

"If you told him now, you could stay the night tonight. Clearly, Mother won't mind." In fact, Mother was downstairs right now and probably had heard me and Belle fucking a few minutes ago. "I'll hold your hand, we tell him together, and then give him some space to think about it while we come back here and snuggle all night."

Belle rolled her eyes. "Mari's the big snuggler."

"C'mon, was it so hard to fall asleep in my arms?"

"No. Yes. I mean, I loved cuddling with you. It just felt... I'm just used to falling asleep alone. It felt a little weird having your arms wrapped around me. I kept getting scared that I'd move at the exact wrong moment and prevent you from falling asleep."

I shrugged. "So we should practice. Like... every night... Until we get used to it, you know?"

"Sure you don't want to practice falling asleep with Neevie every night?"

I sighed and averted my gaze. "Of course I would. But her parents would flip."

"My dad will flip too."

"He's not going to. I mean, he'll be surprised, and yet won't be surprised, you know?"

Belle pursed her lips again and shook her head. "Not tonight. We just got BACK from the trip. I think I should spend ONE night under my dad's roof before I move in with you."

"Fine, fine."

"Probably better that I don't stay with you overnight tonight anyway. I'm liable to want a morning protein snack, and that would take a bullet away from Sam. I still need to make sure I stay on her good side."

"Yeah, why IS that? You've been awfully deferential to Sam lately."

Belle shrugged. "I'm trying to keep the BTC running harmoniously. Keeping Sam satisfied is key to that. Or more to the point, upsetting Sam is the fastest route to blowing the whole thing up."

"And don't you think me spending a bunch of one-on-one time with Neevie would be one of the fastest ways to upset Sam? I wouldn't be surprised if she's kept a running tally of how many times I've fucked Neevie versus how many times I've fucked her. And she HAS to stay in the lead."

"Okay you may have a point there."

"Banging Neevie with the whole group around is one thing. Having all the other girls around keeps both her and me in check. But if you give us too much time alone together... I mean..." My voice trailed off as I grimaced. "You saw what happened the night after, when Sam just HAD to try and one-up her."

"I get it, I get it."

"So you and me are on the same wavelength about this?"

"Yes, agreed."

"So stop needling me about me avoiding Neevie, alright?"

"Fine, fine." Belle took a deep breath, sighed, and keeled over, putting her head on my chest and rubbing it softly. "And I WILL tell my dad about us soon. I promise."

"Please. I haven't liked having to be so on guard during all these dinners at your house. After everything your dad has done for me, I keep feeling this wracking guilt about the things I've done to his little girl without his knowledge."

"I'm not so little anymore."

"You're still little, shorty," I chided.

She smacked my chest and glared at me, but not for long. She put her head back down, resumed rubbing my chest, and eventually slid her hand down my leg. The conversation had given me some time to recharge, and when a naked Belle started petting my trouser snake, like a flute-serenaded cobra he started to rise.

"Should I feel guilty about the things I've done to your mom's little boy?"

"I don't think anyone would call him 'little'," I drawled, feeling my new erection come to life. "Plus, there's the whole bit about Mother knowing exactly what we're doing up here and clearly giving her permission."

"Yeah. For all the complaining you did over the years about her not being a part of your life, she's turning out to be pretty cool."

"Letting me bring girls into the house now doesn't make up for years of neglect."

"I'm not saying it does. I'm just saying it beats years of neglect and NOT letting you bring girls into the house... or renting Tahoe cabins for Matty's Harem."

"I suppose that's true."

"A cabin where five teenage hotties spent three nights rubbing their nubile bodies all over your naked flesh, letting you dip your wick into their steaming pussies, screaming in absolute ecstasy while you had your way with them, thrusting powerfully, squeezing so tightly, even tonguing each other! There was so much writhing, so much cum everywhere, mmm tasty cum... in my mouth... in all those pussies... and then back in my mouth... and... NNNNGHHH!"

Belle moaned as I covered her body with my own and shoved my refreshed erection into her tight pussy. Her petting had turned to stroking the more she talked, and when it became clear she needed me inside her, I was quick to climb aboard.

Ten minutes later, I groaned, "In or out?"

"In," she replied, eyes glittering. "I wanna feel you oozing into my panties, and when I get back to my room I'll lay back on my bed, scoop you out, and suck your essence off my fingertips."

"Holy fuck, B," I grunted at the visual, and all of a sudden I was cumming deep inside her. "Annabellllllle."

****

"Hey, Matty," Alice greeted while giving me a fist bump when she opened the door the next day at 1pm on the dot, right when I told her I'd come over. With an appraising look, she added, "You look a little worse for wear. You sick?"

"What? No, I'm fine. Why?"

She shrugged and waved me into the house. "I dunno. You look paler than usual."

"A little tired, I admit. It's been a busy week."

"I'll bet," she commented while leading the way to her bedroom. "Lemme guess, the girls are taking advantage of having no school to invite you into their bedrooms while their parents are at work?"

"Huh?" I blinked a couple of times, having not quite heard her. I'd gotten distracted.

Alice turned around and walked back to me. "Hungry? Did you not eat lunch?"

I tore my eyes away from the leftover kalbi short ribs on the kitchen counter. I hadn't realized I'd come to a stop instead of following her. "Uh, well..."

"Eomma!" Alice called down the hallway before jabbering something in Korean I didn't understand, other than the word "Matty". Her mom hollered something back, so Alice went to a cabinet, grabbed a plate, and started loading some up short ribs.

I realized what she was doing and muttered, "Uh, thanks."

"Okay, who was it?" she asked, holding up the plate of ribs along with a heap of white rice out to the side, far out of my reach.

"Um, what?"

"Which girl were you visiting this morning? Or girls? Which girls kept you fucking them so long you didn't have time to eat before racing over here to meet me by 1pm just like you'd promised?"

I blinked. "I never said--"

"Tell me who or I'm not giving you the food."

I blinked, blushed, and stared at the floor for a minute. For half a second I thought about denying everything, insisting I'd eaten plenty for lunch, and was just tired from not having slept well the night before. But this was Alice, who knew my lies almost as well as Belle. "Uh, Sam and Zofi. Sam had actually never had sex in her own bed before, and her parents were both at work."

"Wow, Zofi? I never thought she'd give up her cherry. Didn't seem all that interested the last time I saw her, save for holding your hand at school all the time."

"Uh, no, not Zofi. She's... well, she's really into Sam."

"Obviously."

"And she's really into watching."

"Ohhh..."

"So Zofi's still a virgin. Although she HAS started to really like going down on me."

Alice mused on that, gave me a 'well, okay' shrug, and handed me the plate. "You know the rules."

I nodded. Eat at the dining table. Don't spill anything. No food was allowed in the bedrooms. I'd eaten at Alice's place enough times over the years.

"This actually works out great," Alice said with a grin. "I was ALMOST done with this last level and was trying to bang it out before you got here. Now you've bought me another fifteen minutes."

I smiled. "Thanks for the food."

"No worries. See you soon."

****

They say time flies when you're having fun, and the next week flew by in the blink of an eye. I kept making visits to BTC girls while their parents were at work, or they made visits to me. I have no idea if they called around to coordinate, but there were never really any conflicts about multiple girls wanting to see me at the same time, and we never hooked up on back-to-back days. They spaced themselves out, got their fill, and didn't need a repeat for at least two days or more. I even visited Zofi's house without Sam twice. Belle was the only exception to the two-day rule, of course. She just came over whenever she wanted, even if she'd fucked me just that morning or the previous night. Of course, Belle and I spent a lot more time talking than screwing.

Not that I didn't also spend time talking to the other girls one-on-one. My visits usually lasted anywhere from two to four hours, and no matter how horny we might be, we couldn't fuck that entire time. I knew a lot of basic information about each of them, even some of their hopes and dreams. But engaging in idle chit-chat in a large group, almost half of it revolving around school, is quite different from having a one-on-one in a girl's bedroom with a wealth of personal keepsakes around to inspire my curiosity (usually while cuddling together as we cooled down from our recent exertions).

Naimh loved to talk about her art projects, and I was happy to listen to her imagination run wild as she told me how she got inspired to make this particular painting, or how difficult it was to get a particular weave in another piece. She showed me some costumes she had sewn herself, and I was suddenly quite inspired to see her in a Princess Toadstool costume from Super Mario Bros (or maybe Jessica Rabbit).

Mari was big on baking, and I knew she and Belle traded recipes all the time. What I didn't know was that she collected bits of memorabilia from famous chefs, even buying stuff on E-Bay. She said it was her way of feeling like she had a personal connection to them. She also had an old baseball cap of mine on a shelf above her desk. I recognized it as my little league baseball cap from sixth grade. Apparently we'd gone hiking or just for a walk or something, she didn't remember exactly. She'd complained that it was hot out, so I'd taken the hat off my head and gave it to her. The season was over and I must've forgotten about ever getting it back, but she remembered.

Zofi, as I well knew, loved to dance. She could never be a ballerina with a D-cup, or even a contemporary dancer. Her height was actually a disadvantage, too. But that didn't mute her love of the art, and when she did some crazy split thing with one leg planted and the other one high in the air, I admittedly started fantasizing about what it might be like to have sex with her in some of those positions. What surprised me was the amount of 49ers gear she had in her room. Dainty, elegant, exquisitely beautiful Zofi was a die-hard Niners football fan. She knew every player and half the statistics of the team. Hell, she knew more about them than me! Who knew?

Sam... well... Sam was a bit of a workaholic. She read voraciously, but not sappy romance novels, legal thrillers, or what you might call "Young Adult". She read history, politics, scientific journals, you name it. We never talked about this kind of stuff with the BTC of course. But in private, Sam was fucking DRIVEN. On the outside, she looked like any other big-titted blonde bombshell and you'd instantly assume she was a sexy body destined to become some rich brain surgeon's arm candy, not the actual brain surgeon herself. I mean, I knew she was smart, because half the time the rest of us were asking HER questions for help on our homework. But she blew me away with her knowledge on a wide range of topics far beyond your ordinary high school senior. Seriously, for years my idea of a good time on a Saturday afternoon was to zone out in front of a TV screen for four hours. Sam would spend that same afternoon reading the Wall Street Journal. Her brain just never seemed to turn off.

Between visits with the BTC girls, I'd hang out at Alice's place to play video games and chat. She also came over to my place once as well. Sometimes she asked about the other girls. Most times she didn't. I told her during that second visit that she should really call Naimh. As it turned out, she did call Naimh on Christmas Day, and they had a nice long chat. And they started visiting each other the following week as well, although never at the same time as me.

Speaking of Christmas, my family and Belle's had a low-key affair, much like Thanksgiving. We all shared presents, had a nice conversation, and went our separate ways.

Belle still didn't want to tell her dad about us, but I was busy enough servicing all 5 girls during the day that adding Belle to my overnights would probably have killed me.

But oh what a way to go.

So like I said: time flies when you're having fun. And I was having a LOT of fun.

And then came Thursday.

****

The doorbell rang at 12:59pm, and I greeted, "Hey, Alice. How's it hanging?" I held my fist out for a bump.

"You're looking chipper today," she said without preamble while bumping my fist. "Did you NOT have a morning appointment today?"

"I did; no biggie. My endurance must be getting better from all these workouts."

"'Workouts'," Alice scoffed with an eye roll. "I'd ask who, but then I don't really wanna know. Do I smell pizza?"

"You hungry?" I asked. "It's not short ribs, but it'll do in a pinch."

"You kidding me? I've had nothing but Korean food for almost two weeks straight now. Except for Christmas: then we had Chinese food."

"Box is in the kitchen," I told her. "I'm gonna go fire up GT2." Belle had gotten me the game for Christmas and Alice and I had played it exclusively ever since.

"Actually, I had something else in mind," she muttered a little mysteriously before biting her lip, frowning, and waving me off. "You know what, nevermind. Start the game. Lemme just get a few slices first."

I looked confused for a second before deciding to just go with it, so I shrugged and went into the family room. While the video game console was restricted to Alice's bedroom at her house, Mother didn't care if I played on the big plasma TV. It was the chief reason Alice had started coming over to my place to hang out instead of having me come to hers.

She nuked her slices before joining me and watching me start. Clearly, she must've eaten lunch and wasn't that hungry since she spent more time telling me what to do than finishing her two slices. She just sort of gnawed on them a bit to get the pizza flavor in her mouth but ultimately didn't even finish the second slice. Instead, she grabbed a controller and we raced around various tracks for more than an hour. But eventually it was time to take a break and we got up to get some water.

Alice was pretty pumped up. She'd beaten me the last three races in a row, and was practically bouncing from foot to foot as we stood in the kitchen getting drinks. I told her, "You're going DOWN now."

Something dangerous flashed in Alice's eyes. "Is that a sex joke?"

I jerked my head back, caught off-guard. "Um, what?"

"'Going down' on you? Kind of an obvious euphemism. You must have sex on the brain."

"I never said 'going down on me'. I just said you're 'going down'... Like... racing." I chuckled. "Sounds like YOU'VE got sex on the brain."

I was prepared for a lot of responses. I figured she might shove me in the upper arm and call me a jerk. Or maybe she'd roll her eyes and silently give me a dismissive wave. I did NOT expect her to say, "Yeah, well maybe I do have sex on the brain, and it's been pretty fucking annoying not having you help me get off for the last month."

My jaw dropped in shock and I actually spilled some water down my chin. Sputtering, I wiped it up with my sleeve while gawking at her goggle-eyed. "Umm... run that by me again?"

"Nevermind. Not important." She waved me off and started walking away, calling over her shoulder, "Be right back."

I frowned, wondering where she was going for like a second before returning to my glass of water. Actually, I felt like a Coke and went to the fridge to get a can, cracked it open, and headed back into the family room to re-start GT2.

But Alice returned holding a VHS video in her hands. I immediately recognized The Little Mermaid cover and started panicking inside. I knew which movie was inside that plastic case, and knew that it was NOT The Little Mermaid. It was a cheesy porno called Cum-Drenched Wet Fucking 5. "Uh, where'd you get that?" I asked, trying and failing to keep the nervousness out of my voice.

She shrugged. "Your room."

"Ahhh, I mean..." I hemmed and hawed. "I'm not really in the mood for a Disney princess movie. If you wanna watch a movie, I'm sure there's something better we could pick."

"Relax." Alice grinned rather smugly at me as she tapped the cassette with her free hand. "I know this isn't The Little Mermaid."

My eyes got big. "H-how?"

"Belle found it ages ago," Alice replied with a dismissive shrug. She handed me the tape and said, "Put it in."

I took the VHS tape while she smirked at me, and she immediately started putting her long, dark hair into a ponytail. Dumbfounded, I did as instructed, kneeling in front of the TV console and feeding the tape into the VCR we had stacked directly beneath the DVD player.

Grabbing both the TV remote and the VCR remote, I got the input switched over from the PlayStation. When I turned back around, I immediately dropped both remotes at the sight of Alice with her track pants and panties down around her ankles, in the process of stepping out of them. My jaw joined the remotes on the floor a second later.

The tape resumed playing in the exact same spot where I'd last left it, during one of the (ahem) good scenes. The girl was riding her man reverse cowgirl, fake tits bouncing wildly as she impaled herself again and again on his large phallus. The guy feverishly groped the girl's enormous gravity-defying breasts as she urged him on. Alice was now completely bottomless as she reclined on my couch, fingers already rubbing her crotch as she drawled, "That's a lot of tracking lines. You must've watched this movie a LOT."

I blushed pink and gawked at my old friend, completely ignoring the movie. Alice got into it right away and seemed to be on a really short fuse because she was already humping her hand quite urgently and writhing on the couch chasing an orgasm. In less than two minutes she shuddered and squealed a small climax, her strained voice half-remembered from the number of times I'd been the one to make her go off.

Breathing heavily as she came down from her peak, she sighed and muttered contentedly, "Damn I needed that."

I blinked, still kneeling in front of the TV console. "Apparently."