The Big Tits Club Ch. 35-36

The gorgeous platinum blonde smiled. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"You appear to be taking off my clothes."

Sam dropped her hands, so I let go of her wrists. "Fine," she said. "You take off your clothes. I'll take off mine."

"This isn't what I meant when I said I didn't really want to be alone. I'm not asking you to... take care of me."

"I know you're not asking." She leaned forward and gently kissed my lips. "I want to take care of you."

"Sam..."

"You'll feel a lot better after. And I'll feel better after." She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled me close while sealing her lips over mine.

What followed was not the greatest lovemaking session of all time or anything remotely close. But she felt very comfortable and I felt quite comforted. She rode on top of me doing nothing more than slowly undulating forward and backwards a few inches at a time. Fifteen minutes later, sweet and loving Sam quietly came without picking up speed or getting any real direct stimulation. I could see it in the way her eyes fluttered as she gasped in surprise when it snuck up on her. When her clenching cunt constricted around my cock, her orgasm triggered mine. And I made one final upward thrust, exhaling in unconditional relief as I spent myself deep within her welcoming body.

She was right.

I felt better.

****

Sam and I had just the one round of lovemaking before getting dressed and heading downstairs. Mother had arrived, and the two of them chatted as per usual for a Monday evening. But Mother took note of my somber demeanor, and Sam glanced at me for permission before telling her that Naimh and I more or less broke up today.

In a surprisingly maternal reaction, Mother walked over and gave me a hug. I didn't know how to react at first, and it took me a few moments before I closed my arms to return the hug.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked with genuine concern.

"Uh, not really," I grumbled. "I'm kinda done talking about it today, but Sam knows everything if you want to ask her."

Mother nodded understandingly and gave me a wan smile. She released me, and I told the ladies I was going upstairs to do my homework.

Sam came to my bedroom an hour and a half later and found me with my forehead down on top of my U.S. History textbook, not getting a whole lot accomplished. I didn't move as she approached, knelt down next to my chair, and just sort of slowly stroked my head for a bit and then turned it into a one-handed neck rub. I closed my eyes and sighed, feeling myself relax at her tender touch. And eventually, she leaned forward far enough to kiss my cheek and say quietly, "Come on."

I turned my head to look at her and asked, "Where are we going?"

She remained silently mysterious and pulled on my arm until I turned my chair and got up. When she started tugging my shirt up, I didn't grab her wrists or ask what she was doing; I just let her remove my shirt. She undressed me completely until I stood naked before her. Then she gave me a seductive smile and silently disrobed herself as well. The sexy, stacked blonde didn't make a big show of it, nor was she coy; she merely took her clothes off as casually as if she were alone in her own bedroom. And then she took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom.

We didn't have shower sex, nor did she even start up any real foreplay. Sam squirted shampoo into her hands and gave me a bit of a scalp massage while cleaning my hair. She lathered body wash all over me and then grabbed the detachable handle to rinse me off while I braced myself against the wall. She even rubbed facewash into my forehead, cheeks, and chin. And once she was done with me, she matter-of-factly cleaned herself up as well.

I kept my hands to myself for the first time ever when taking a shower with a beautiful naked girl, although the sight of her spectacular body covered with streaks of soap and bubbles could make a dead man sprout an erection. I was no different, although she didn't pay extra attention to my cock, even while drying it off. In the end she led me naked to my bed, pulled back the covers, and tucked me in. But just when I started to think she might kiss me goodnight, get dressed, and head home, she circled around to the other side of the bed, raised the covers, and slid in beside me.

Throwing a leg over mine, Sam cuddled up against my side, cradled my cheek, and started kissing me softly. I was feeling pleasantly relaxed, and despite our nudity, I didn't expect anything after the methodical nature of our shower. At this point, I figured Sam just wanted to make sure I was comfortable and content, distracting me away from my troubles so I could get a good night's sleep. But then soft kisses turned into firmer kisses. Firm kisses turned into passionate kisses. And when my hands came alive and started to roam all over her spectacularly naked body, Sam broke our lip-lock, gave me a grin, and then slid backwards down underneath the covers.

I moaned the moment she took me into her hot, moist mouth. I held her head and tightened my fingers when she started to deep-throat me. When I grunted and clenched my Kegels at the edge of orgasm, she finally stopped, popped off, and gave the tip of my prick a gentle kiss. And then she slowly slithered her way back up my body, dragging those miraculously amazing big tits along my belly, chest, and face before straddling my hips, aiming my prick, and slowly sinking herself down.

Our lovemaking this time was rather more intense than earlier in the evening. She stared deeply into my eyes with an intensity that surprised me, a stormy riot of emotions that I couldn't quite read. She fucked me hard, humping her body with a sudden urgency and grinding her clit down against my pelvis bone as if desperately seeking her release.

Yanking her down so that her big tits were crushed down against my face, I grabbed the sides of her big tits and mashed them around my cheeks. I motorboated myself in her melons before turning to first suckle and then bite down gently on her nipple.

Sam groaned at the sensation. "Ohhh, fuck, Matty... Ohhh-- EEEEYYYAAAHHH!" she squealed when I abruptly let fly with my right hand to spank her buttcheek.

"EEEEYYYAAAHHH!" she squealed again when I spanked the other one. So I just kept going.

"EEEEYYYAAAHHH! EEEEYYYAAAHHH! EEEEYYYAAAHHH!"

When her asscheeks were bright pink, her pussy started vibrating around my invading prick. Sensing her approach to orgasm, I raised my knees to plant my feet on the mattress, which gave me leverage to really piston my prick up and down within her pussy. I put my abs to work joining my bigger leg muscles, really thrusting my rocket skyward to penetrate her sweet pussy over and over again. And I was rewarded a minute later when she buried her face into the pillow beside me, muffling her orgasmic scream as she clenched up and came on my big fat cock.

"Mmmmmmmffffffffffcccccccckkkkkk!!!"

My lover was satisfied. Now it was my turn.

I rolled the busty blonde off me and flipped myself over. Raising her right leg vertically up my chest, I straddled her left leg and re-inserted my dick into her wet box. The position let my right hand play with her tits for her pleasure and my entertainment, and my left hand gripped her asscheek to keep her in position while also allowing my long middle finger to lightly buzz her anus. I pounded my lover in that orthogonal position, watching the way she whimpered and moaned while clutching the bedsheets.

"Matty... Matty... Matty..." she crooned my name like the word itself was an aphrodisiac.

When I shifted my right hand down to play with her clit, she shivered in a way that made me speed up. And when I judged her to be closing in on her next orgasm, I popped my middle finger into her ass.

"FUCK! FUCK! FFFFFUUUUUUCCCKKK!!!" Sam screamed and shuddered and actually squirted a little honey onto my right hand. I fucked her all through her climax, intent on maximizing her pleasure. And when she finally came down from her momentary high, she looked up at me and said, "Fuck my face, Matty."

"Um, yes please?"

My eyes lit up, and I pulled out of her pussy while Sam piled the pillows to prop up her head before beckoning me to her. I parked my knees to either side of her shoulders and reached up to hold onto the top of my own headboard. She grabbed my ass and physically pulled me forward, forcing my big throbbing dick all the way into her throat. I leaned forward, driving the back of her head into the pillow behind her, and held that position looking down while she stared back up at me. And just when her eyes started to water, I pulled all the way back out to let her breathe.

And then I fucked her face.

I pounded the beautiful busty babe's face as hard as I'd fucked her pussy. "Fuck... yeah... Sam..." I grunted with each thrust. "So... fucking... GOOD..."

She made little "glug, glug, glug" noises as I repeatedly entered and exited her throat, never letting up from my rhythmic pounding until she choked and coughed. Then, I would pull out for a minute, let her catch her breath, and then I'd grab the back of her head and yank it right up against my crotch once more.

"Love... fucking... your face... Ungh!" I grunted happily.

She didn't have to put up with it for long. A minute later, I started grunting, "Fuck!... Gonna... Cum!"

Sam dug her fingernails into my asscheeks and pulled me flush up against her face so that she was practically making out with the base of my dick. It was too much for me to handle, so I groaned, "Sam! Sam! I'm gonna! AAARRRRGGGHH!!!"

I felt my rectum clench and my balls tighten as I squeezed out the first spurt straight into her stomach. I curled my abs and clenched again, blasting a second burst. Only then did she pull me out far enough so she could powerfully suck my shaft with her mouth to slurp out every last drop I could give her. And in the end, she tilted her head back, gave me a goofy grin, and gaped her mouth open to show me the pool of cream she'd collected on her tongue.

After she swallowed, I turned and dropped my ass down onto the bed beside her, sitting up against the headboard. Sam rolled over and climbed into my lap, face-to-face. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled me close, and gave me a fierce kiss. And when she finally pulled back, she set her forehead down against mine and sighed.

"I love you, Matty."

My heart hurt for just a moment. I stroked her upper arms but sighed and said, "I wanna say it back, but I'm afraid I don't know what love is anymore."

"That's okay; you don't have to. I know you love me and all the girls, including Neevie. We all feel it, even if today you can't define it." She nuzzled my nose and added, "I just want you know that I'll be here for you when and if you need me. Anytime. I know I haven't been around that much lately. I've let myself get sucked into too many things, too many responsibilities. Of all the girls in the BTC, I realize I'm the one who spends the least amount of time with you."

"You don't need to apologize."

"I do. You're important to me, and I don't think I've been doing enough lately to make sure you know that."

"I know it. You're here for me now, aren't you?"

"Damn straight I am." She kissed me again.

But just when the passion started building up again, Sam abruptly tore her mouth away from mine and climbed off my lap. I wondered where she was going, but she just sat on the edge of my bed and reached for the phone on the nightstand. Picking up the handset, she dialed quickly and then put the receiver to her ear.

I looked at her quizzically while the phone rang. She just winked and then focused on the handset. A moment later, the line connected and I faintly heard a female voice answer with one word that I had to assume was, "Hello?"

"Hey, Mum," Sam greeted in that alluring accent. "I just wanted to let you know I'm not coming home tonight. I'm staying with Matty."

Sam turned her head slightly, enough that I couldn't make out the words of her mom's response. In the meantime, I popped my eyebrows in surprise. Sam had told me long ago that she was honest with her mom about the boys she'd slept with, and I'd known since before Valentine's Day that her mom was aware she was using me as a booty call.

"Yes, I know..." Sam was saying in response to her mom's question. A moment later, she added, "No, it's nothing like that. We're not about to start dating or anything."

I leaned back against the headboard, feeling quite relieved. I'd already figured Sam wasn't intent on kindling a new serious relationship, but it was still a relief for her to say it out loud.

"I'll tell you about it later. And of course, don't tell Dad." Sam laughed at that last part. "Uh-huh... Yes, of course... Uh-huh... Love you too. Bye."

Sam hit the button on the phone to hang up, and then set the handset down its cradle. Glancing back at me over her shoulder, she gave me a coy smile.

I wasn't convinced yet. "How is she gonna manage to not tell your dad you're not coming home tonight?"

"Oh, he's in New York at a medical conference this week. Not that I'd ever wish a breakup on a friend, but the timing did work out in our favor."

"Well, I suppose there's a silver lining."

"Yup. And now that that's out of the way..." she began playfully while crawling back across the bed and into my lap. Once again wrapping her arms around my neck, she leaned forward and quickly pecked my lips. "Let's take our time, lover. We have all night."

****

Sam and I didn't spend ALL night having sex or anything, but we did take our time. We wore each other out, really, and fell asleep early in each other's arms with my last load of sperm still soaking into her womb.

I had a weird dream that night that I didn't understand at the time, although in hindsight I suppose it was pretty obvious. I walked through the middle of a picturesque park with verdant green grass and shimmering blue ponds, with the sounds of tweeting birds all around. Fluffy white clouds floated across the sun-filled sky, and all was wonderful in the world. Six pretty birds in different colors flew over to me. They fluttered around me while I sat cross-legged on the grass, just watching them fly. One-by-one, each bird approached, sometimes landing on my leg for a brief moment before flitting off, or buzzing in a circle around my head before darting back to a safe distance. Over and over each bird approached and departed, but after a while one bird, the bright yellow one with a dark brown belly, landed on my outstretched left palm, tapped my thumb with its beak, and then braced itself as if waiting for my fingers to close around it.

I didn't. I kept my palm open, reassuring the little yellow bird that I wouldn't capture it. So the yellow bird settled down in my palm, fluffed its feathers, and chirped at me.

The orange bird with green highlights was next. It landed on my right palm and cheeped in annoyance at the first bird.

Next, the red bird came in and landed on my left knee. It hopped away only moments later, circled around, and then returned, cooing happily. The purple bird flew away almost immediately afterward, leaving the group and disappearing high up in the branches of a nearby tree.

A brown bird landed on my right knee soon after, wiggling its tail feathers joyously. The purple bird then returned, circling at a distance.

Eventually the blue bird came in, circled around, and landed on my left hand next to the yellow one. At last, the purple bird hovered before my face, stationary like a hummingbird even though it didn't have a hummingbird's wings. It danced around for a bit, checking me out, before finally circling around behind my head and coming to rest on my right shoulder.

Just then, though, a black cat approached with glowing green eyes. Upon closer inspection, the cat's irises were tiny moving flames just like that of Maleficent's fire from Sleeping Beauty. It rowred at my pretty birds, and the red bird was the first to fly away. I tried to bring in my hands and knees to form a protective shield of my body against the invading predator. But all of a sudden that cat was inside the shield, between my knees and thrusting its paw at my little birdies. One-by-one, each bird flew away while I desperately tried to get them back, but before I could, I awoke in a cold sweat of fear.

For a second, I thought the cat had followed me from the dream world to the real world, its flame green eyes staring at me from the darkness of my bedroom. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, and when I opened them again, the cat was gone.

Shaking my head, I tried to shake the cobwebs from my brain and looked down at Sam's sleeping form beside me. In the dim illumination she was an angel of pale brightness, and my heart warmed just to see her in my bed. I quickly spooned up behind her, pulled the covers up and over our shoulders. I slid my arm around her naked body and filled my palm with one of her incredibly full breasts. And after setting my cheek against her bare shoulder, I sighed in contentment and felt the inky blackness of slumber fill my mind once again.

But just before I fell asleep, I could've sworn I heard my bedroom door latch shut.

****

A stray beam of sunlight woke me up. The curtains had been shut, but there was a half-inch of space between them, and at this very time on this very date, the sun's rays came through at just the right angle to hit me right in the eyes.

The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing myself against my lover's back, with nothing separating our two naked bodies from each other. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the large breast I was currently palming. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed.

Breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her platinum-blonde hair, smelling her sweet fragrance. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into her bare-bottomed ass, but not wanting to wake her, I forced myself to stop dry humping her ass and calm down.

But then I remembered something Sam told me the night I'd literally grabbed her off my front porch and fucked her in the living room the night after freaking out about her going on some non-date with the law school son of one of Mother's business partners. She'd told me she didn't have time to be my girlfriend, but at the same time she wanted to stay up late cuddling in my arms and get abruptly woken up when my fat cock pushed into her pussy from behind, still slick from the load I'd dumped inside her the night before.

Well, we'd stayed up late cuddling in each other's arms. And that meant she wanted to get abruptly woken up when my fat cock pushed into her from behind, still slick from the load I'd dumped in her last night... right?

Seemed like a good idea to me.

Still, I didn't want to take chances, so as tempting as it was to just split Sam's buttcheeks, notch my dick between her pussy lips, and ram myself in, I didn't do that. Instead, I reluctantly removed my right hand from her big breast and brought it between her legs. Sam slept on her left side, her right knee forward, which actually gave me an angle to slip my hand between her thighs from behind. With my palm on her ass, I probed with my middle finger, felt around for her wet slit, and gently pushed the digit inside.

The buxom blonde beauty inhaled at the slight penetration but didn't stir. I coated my fingertip in what moisture I could find, pulled out, and then traced my finger up her labia until I could nudge the tip against her clit, much in the way I'd already practiced with Belle, only this time I was reaching northwards from below her butt instead of southwards from above. Sam shivered slightly as I teased her love button, but she didn't wake. So I repeated the maneuver again and again.