The Big Tits Club Ch. 23-24

My adrenaline surged, and with a sudden burst of violence, I pushed her body forward, practically throwing her a couple of feet across my bed. She collapsed before me, face-down and ass-up, and I was quick to kneel behind her, turned slightly sideways so that I could take a bit of a wind-up with my right arm to spank her ass rather hard.

"AUGH!" Naimh yelped at the impact, her head popping up briefly. I spanked her again, this time on the other cheek.

"AUGH!" she yelped again.

"AUGH! AUGH! AUGH!"

"AUGH! AUGH! AUGH!"

"AUGH! AUGH! AUGH! AAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!!!"

My girlfriend's screaming shot up in pitch and volume as my hard cock suddenly re-invaded her gaping asshole. Instead of kneeling to enter from behind, I stood atop the mattress above her, holding her waist and drilling down into her receptive body like an oil derrick. She cried and wailed and sobbed while howling, "Harder! Deeper! So fucking GOOD!" all the while. And every so often I would pause my drilling to reach down and give her another healthy smack on the ass.

"Fuuuuuuccccckkkk mmmmmyyyyy aaaaarrrrrsssseee!" Naimh howled as she raced down the road to orgasm. "Fuuuuuuccccckkkk mmmmmyyyyy aaaaarrrrrsssseee!"

"So good," I grunted as I cornholed the hell out of her with every ounce of strength I had. "So good! I'm gonna cum in your ass!"

"YES! YES! YES! OH, MATTY! I LOVE YOU! FUCK MY ARSE! CUM DEEP IN MY ARSE! I WANNA FEEL YOUR LIQUID LOVE DEEP INSIDE MY SACRED CORE! FUCK ME! FILL ME! FULFILL ME! MATTY! MATTY! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! MATTY AAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!!!"

Naimh's back arched and her legs collapsed as she abruptly jerked from the force of an incredible orgasm. Her anus clenched around me -- actually, her entire anal chute clenched around me -- and when her body dropped downward onto the mattress, she took me with her. She landed flat across the mattress, limbs spread akimbo in every direction while she screamed incoherently at the top of her lungs in utter ecstasy. And at the same time, I felt myself evacuating the contents of my balls deep within her bowels while I climaxed right along with her.

"Neevie!" I groaned, almost a whisper as the force of my ejaculation took my breath away. I wanted to howl with her, but couldn't, the sensations too overwhelming. As each pulsing burst drained out of me down into her violated bunghole, I grunted quietly into her ear, "Neevie... Neevie... I love you... So goooooooood."

At last, I had nothing left to give. At last, her body trembled one last time and went still. The room went silent as her echoing screams died out, save for the sounds of two exhausted teenagers gasping in the aftermath of erotic bliss.

My body was flat atop hers, my dick still balls-deep inside her rectum with all my weight smothering her beneath me. Not that she minded in the least. She hummed happily in utter satisfaction as I stacked my hands on top of hers and interlaced our fingers. She squeezed my fingers, sighed rapturously, and giggled a little when I started kissing her neck.

"I love you, boyfriend," she murmured quietly but happily.

"I love you too, girlfriend," I responded in kind before kissing her neck again.

"Promise me you'll love me forever?" she asked a little hesitantly.

I hesitated, my impulse telling me to promise it immediately while the logical part told me not to make bold statements like that immediately after such a fantastic orgasm.

"It's okay," she said quickly. "That was an unfair question."

I kissed her neck again and squeezed our hands. After some thought, I finally said, "I don't know what the future holds. I don't even know where we're each going to be living in September. The fear of a breakup is exactly what kept Belle from wanting to start a relationship. And the reality is that no matter what you and I feel for each other, neither of us knows for sure where this will end up."

She glanced back at me, a twinkle in her eye. "This is the part where Matty always says, 'I smell a 'but' coming.'"

I chuckled and finished, "But... the answer is yes. I WILL love you forever. You're the relationship I've wanted since I first met you. You're the relationship I wanted to at least TRY, even if it's our senior year and we may be separated in a matter of months. Because at least this way I'll get to be with you for a little while. At least this way we get to have this... this whatever we can be... with the time that we have. I can't promise that we'll be together forever. But yes, I will ALWAYS love you, Naimh O'Brien."

Neevie beamed and squeezed my fingers again. She even clenched her buttcheeks around my dick again. And with a sigh, she mumbled, "Good enough."

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-- CHAPTER 24: Girlfriends --

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We took a shower together but didn't start up another round of sex. I was plenty interested after playing with my hot girlfriend's big titties, rubbing her reddened-ass, and making out beneath the shower spray, but Naimh told me to save it for Zofi.

I reminded her that Zofi and I would be double-dating with her parents and that Zofi had explicitly stated we wouldn't need to save anything for her. But Naimh pecked my nose and murmured, "You never know."

It took five minutes for her to get from the inside of my front door to the outside. I opened the door, she started walking out, and all of a sudden I couldn't bear to let her go. So I held her hand, yanked her back into my arms, and we started making out like the world was going to end. She wound up pressing my back against the door to shut it, and for a little while time ceased to exist for us.

In the end, we still had to breathe, though, and she nuzzled my nose while panting, "I love you, boyfriend."

"I love you too, girlfriend."

She giggled. "I LOVE that I can call you 'boyfriend'."

I grinned. "I love that I can call you 'girlfriend'. You're my first-ever girlfriend."

Naimh's eyes sizzled at that. "You know how much I love being your 'first' anything."

"The way you girls have been going, I'm running out of firsts."

"Oh, I'm sure we can think of a few more. Sam's never gonna catch me."

I frowned. "Please tell me that's not what this is about."

She blinked and quickly looked apologetic. "No, no, please believe I love you and I want this relationship because I want this relationship. I'm not competitive about it like Sam."

I snorted and muttered sarcastically, "Sure you're not."

She shook her head. "I get a thrill out of being your first anything, sure. But I'm not..."

I arched an eyebrow as her voice trailed off.

"Okay, I'm really not competitive about it. It's not about topping Sam. But I might be a little greedy. I'm your girlfriend now. Don't I get to be greedy about stuff like being your first anal? Your first minivan sex?"

I chuckled and kissed her again. "Sure. We'll just have to think up more firsts."

"You're on." She gave me another quick peck, stared at me for a long moment with an expression of utter adoration, and then gave me another fierce kiss. This time, when we finally separated, I let her walk out the door.

But I was still sad to see her go. If it were up to me, she'd never leave my side. People in movies always ask, "How do I know if it's love?" The answer is always, "When you feel it, you'll know."

I felt it. For the first time in my life, I really FELT it. I mean, I'd been infatuated with Naimh before. I'd wanted to fuck her since the day I met her, and I'd often lain in bed jerking off to fantasies about her. But I'd never felt this all-consuming need to BE with her before. I'd never felt this kind of heartache at anyone's absence before. Not even Belle.

I'd said I loved girls before.

I'd said "I love you" or variations thereof to girls before.

I'd even told girls I was "in love" with them before.

But I'd never had THIS kind of feeling, and I suddenly realized I must've been lying to everyone I'd ever said those words to before. It wasn't a good feeling, and I tried to make myself feel better by telling myself I hadn't actually lied to anyone; I just didn't know what I was talking about. I didn't know what "true love" really meant.

I felt it now.

I felt it for her.

And yet... I now had to get dressed and drive out to go on a date with someone else. And that felt... weird.

But I'd chosen this life. I'd chosen to dedicate myself to the BTC, and I wouldn't let any of them down. Zofi needed me tonight, and I was going to do the best I could to support her. Was it really so bad that I was in love with Naimh and yet going on a date with Zofi? Was it really so bad I was about to go pretend to be another girl's boyfriend when I actually belonged to someone else?

Not really. For one thing, Naimh had been clear about her devotion to sharing me with her friends. For another, it wasn't even about Naimh's relationship with Zofi. It was about MY relationship with Zofi. Now perhaps she and I had never felt romantic feelings for each other, and if I ever DID rank the girls (which I swore to Sam I never did), I would have to admit I was the "least close" to Zofi in comparison to the rest. But being ranked sixth out of a bazillion women in the world was nothing to sneeze at. Zofi was still very special to me, and I was doing this as a friend for her. Our relationship deserved that much.

One thing that might have been a challenge though, was Zofi's request to me. Even though we were truly "just friends", despite however much messing around we did with each other, tonight's double-date was really important to her. This was her big chance to prove to her parents that she wasn't gay, and to do that, she needed me to really "sell" that we were in love.

"Can you do that?" she'd asked me just last night when the whole BTC was at my house. "Can you pretend to be in love with me?"

Last night, I'd promised I'd do my best. Tonight? I found myself a little conflicted. How could I possibly pretend to be in love with a girl OTHER than the girl I was in love with?

'Pretend she's Naimh,' I told myself. 'Take whatever feelings you're feeling right now, and just... feel them for Zofi. All the heartache, all the longing, all the angst that Naimh's not around: dredge up the pain at not being with her right now and let it feed your relief to have Zofi by your side instead. Take all your desire to bend the busty redhead over at the waist, spank her cheeks, and ram your dick up her slutty asshole, and then imagine the busty brunette's gonna let you do it to her as a reward at the end of the night.'

Zofi would never let me do that.

'Whatever. Use what you've got. It's not that hard. Zofi's fucking gorgeous too, isn't she? Haven't you always wanted to tap that ass? Imagine those dangling earrings. Maybe she'll wear them for you tonight. Imagine the way they'll tinkle while she's bobbing her head up and down your cock.'

Get your mind out of the gutter, dude.

'Even beyond basic lust, isn't she just the sweetest thing? Always a smile on her face. Always supportive, zero drama, and looking out for everyone's happiness. And don't forget how exquisitely beautiful she is. I mean, her face is a fucking work of art. Let's get real: if she'd be willing to finally have sex with you, she'd make an awesome girlfriend, wouldn't she?'

Yeah, totally.

'Use that. Imagine Zofi's the love of your life. It's just one night. And at the very least, NOW you know what love is.'

I got it.

'You got it.'

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Feeling pretty pumped up from the little pep talk I'd given myself, I turned to get suitably dressed for my date. Zofi told me to expect a fancy dinner, as her parents were a couple of high-maintenance types used to the finer things in life. I went into the bathroom to fix my hair and put on a little cologne saved for special occasions like this. I then went to my closet, and the first thing I saw was my one and only white button-down dress shirt, the same one both Sam and then Belle wore when greeting the other BTC girls into the house. I took it off its hanger and pressed the fabric to my nose. It still smelled like girl: fresh and sweet. The choice was clear.

Mother had helped pick out a nice slim-fit black suit for me a couple of months ago when I got dragged out to attend the funeral of some distant cousin's uncle. She said she never liked the 90s boxy suit style and believed that form-fitting clothing would soon be "en vogue". I had to admit, I looked pretty sharp in it, and with plenty of time to go, I drove out in the minivan to get to Zofi's house.

She lived in a gated community about ten minutes away, and I rang the doorbell to her house a few minutes before seven. Still feeling the pangs of heartache over having to leave my girlfriend so soon after we'd made love, I imagined what Zofi might look like when I saw her. Flush with the recent memory of the way Naimh looked at me with an expression of utter adoration, I pictured Zofi's exquisite face giving me the same kind of look, and butterflies danced in my stomach.

Sure enough, Zofi opened the door right after that, her expression matching my imagination almost perfectly. "Matty!" she greeted enthusiastically. And already riding the emotional high of my imagination, it felt completely natural for me to step forward, hoist her off her feet, and give her a fierce holy-crap-I-missed-you-so-much kiss.

"Ahem." A male voice cleared his throat, and I immediately let go of Zofi. No, seriously, I didn't set her back down on her feet; I dropped her. And I half started to raise my hands as if a cop had just pointed a loaded gun at my back and shouted, 'FREEZE!'

But I stopped myself just as suddenly as I'd started, blushing sheepishly and futzing around with my hands for a moment before finally settling them against my sides and standing up straight. "Um, sorry, sir," I apologized. "I forgot myself for a moment."

Mr. Zelazowska exchanged a glance with his wife, the two of them standing less than ten feet away from us. Zofi blushed, drew her fine dark hair back behind both ears, and stood up straight. She nervously wiped moisture from my lips off of her lips with the back of her hand and struggled to meet her parents' eyes. "Mom, Dad..." she began a little timidly. "This is my boyfriend, Matthew."

I stepped forward with one hand extended for a shake, doing my best to look confident and masculine. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Zelazowska."

Zofi's dad chuckled as he shook my hand first, gently correcting, "Mr. Zelazowski. Polish surnames are gender-specific."

"Ah, I didn't know that. Thank you, Mr. Zelazowski," I replied with a smile before turning to Zofi's mom. "Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Zelawoska."

Zofi's mom merely held my hand before letting go. Her dad was a fairly ordinary-looking man, and I'd seen him around before, but I'd never seen Zofi's mom and DAMN she was quite a stunner. Most likely in her early to mid-40s, she looked like she was in her early to mid-30s, and the horny teenager in me recognized her as quite the MILF. Actually, she was just an exquisitely beautiful woman, period. I could see where Zofi got her figure and facial structure from, and if Zofi were a few years older perhaps, they might be able to pass for twins.

I put those thoughts aside as soon as they flitted into my head, of course, and focused on what I was here to do: play the role of Zofi's adoring boyfriend, convince her parents we were a genuine couple, and more importantly, reassure her super-conservative mother that Zofi wasn't gay. I stepped back, wrapped my arm around Zofi's waist, and hugged her close. She automatically leaned into me, and I found myself a little intoxicated at how good she smelled.

Zofi's dad asked with a fairly thick Polish accent. "So... Matthew... or do you prefer Matt?"

"I do prefer Matt," I replied with an easy smile. "My mother is the only one who calls me Matthew."

"We have met before, in a manner of speaking, have we not?" he continued. "It was your mother who rented a cabin in Tahoe over winter break. I recognize the minivan parked outside."

I blushed and nodded. "Uh, yes, sir. I was driving the van on that trip."

His eyes narrowed. "Perhaps I should have come down to meet you then."

I smiled. "I would have welcomed that. Still, I am pleased to finally make your acquaintance now."

He gave me a look that suggested he wanted to ask more about what happened during that trip, perhaps even grill me about what I'd done with his daughter and watch me squirm trying to come up with an appropriate response. But instead he gestured, "We have dinner reservations. Please to follow?"

I nodded as Zofi's parents led the way through the main hallway and opened the door to the garage. The four of us piled into a gleaming black Mercedes S-class sedan. In the back seat, Zofi took hold of my right hand with both of hers, and clasped it atop her left thigh.

"So, Matt?" Zofi's dad began once we were on the road. "I assume you are friends with Zofia's BTC club, yes?"

"Uh, yes, I am," I confirmed, glancing at Zofi, wondering how much her parents knew about BTC. Heck, did they know what the acronym meant?

"Is that how you and Zofia met?"

"Uh, well," I started, furrowing my eyebrows. I had no idea how much Zofi had told them and didn't want to unwittingly contradict whatever story she'd come up with. I turned to look at her for a moment and asked, "What have you already told them about us?"

"Nothing," her mom answered flatly, her accent just as thick as her husband's. "She's told us nothing. She's kept YOU a secret for quite some time." And clearly she wasn't happy about it.

"Zuzanna..." her dad chided, rubbing his wife's knee. She relaxed... a little...

I decided to stick to the truth... ish. "Well, I got to know Zofi through Sam and we all started hanging out in the same circle of friends. Zofi and I stayed pretty casual friends until the beginning of this year. And then, you could say, our relationship started to change."

Zofi's mom spoke up, looking into the back seat and asking roughly, "In exactly what way did your relationship start to change?"

"Matka!" Zofi exclaimed, a little scandalized.

Zofi's mom looked chagrined, but just for a moment. She looked at me expectantly.

"With all due respect, ma'am," I said politely. "I believe some things should be private. I will say that my feelings for your daughter are quite different now from when we first met. I very much like Zofi, that much is clear. I enjoy spending time with her and would like to spend a lot more time with her in the future."

"Matt," Zofi's dad spoke up again. "Please tell us about yourself. About your family."

"Well," I started uncertainly. "My parents are both lawyers, but they divorced when I was in third grade. I live alone with my mother now. I am a very good student, and I work hard. I've turned in all of my college applications now, and I'd like to study Engineering as my major."

"Ah. I am also an Engineer," Zofi's dad said proudly. "I am a computer engineer at Apple."

"Yes, Zofi told me. But I think my focus will be more on mechanical engineering."

"Which schools did you apply to?" Zofi's mom asked.

"The usual around this area: Stanford, Cal, Davis, San Jose State, Santa Clara. Caltech, MIT as top Engineering schools. My mother went to both Cornell and Yale, and my father went to USC, so I've applied to those as well."

"Good schools," Zofi's father commented. "You think you can get in?"

"I hope so."

"And then what becomes of your relationship with Zofia if you get into Yale or one of those?" her mom asked.

I exchanged another glance with Zofi. She had told her parents that we were casual, and would likely not have even done the 'Meet the Parents' thing had they not insisted so vehemently. So with that in mind, I explained, "The reality is that none of us know what the future holds. A year from now, I could be in Connecticut, and Zofi could be here. All of our friends could be spreading across the country. But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the time that we have together. Zofi and I have taken our relationship one step at a time. I assure you I have the utmost respect for her and I would never push her to do anything she didn't feel comfortable with."