The Big Tits Club Ch. 35-36

It did feel like Sam's pussy was pretty slick, whether from my leftover semen or her own arousal I couldn't know for sure. I also knew I wouldn't have to work as hard to open her up as I would have with Belle, so after only a couple minutes of lubing her up with her own natural fluids, I slid myself a little further down the bed and took my cock in hand.

Because her hips were rolled forward with her right knee extended, I actually had to get up on my knees to get a good angle rather than just slide myself in from a spooning position. Notching my mushroom head against her wet labia, I got myself center and pressed forward just a bit. I had only one chance at this, and I didn't want to miss.

Sam's eyes stayed shut, but she inhaled sharply as I pushed the first two inches in. I swiftly buried the rest without difficulty, finding her channel to be quite snug but also slick enough to permit me. And only then did her eyelids fly open as she reached back and dug her fingernails into my thigh at my sudden penetration.

"Holy SHIT!" Sam gasped as she abruptly awoke.

"Good morning," I murmured from just above her right cheek, still on my knees as my surprise insertion twisted her a bit so that our two bodies formed a narrow X-shape. I flexed my dick inside her for emphasis.

Two seconds later, Sam started laughing. "You remembered!" she remarked cheerily before turning to grab my head and pull it down so she could kiss me.

"I did." I replied between smacks. And then I kept my lips firmly pressed for a solid minute while we made love with our tongues.

But after that minute, I started pumping my hips. Sam moaned, closed her eyes again, and reached out with her right hand to grip the edge of the mattress for leverage to undulate her hips and fuck back at me. I pivoted without pulling out, lifting her midsection by her pelvic bones and then snatching a pillow to slide under her belly to improve my angle of entry. Sam now lay face-down with the pillow propping her up. Her legs remained closed together, a position that squeezed her pussy tight while also preventing me from getting super-deep. But I pumped through that wonderfully constricting channel with shallow, short thrusts. And I kissed my lover's shoulders from behind before nibbling on her neck while reaching both palms beneath her body so I could grab both tits and use them as handholds to really hammer her.

It was a school day, and Sam would still have to hurry home to change and grab her bag, so I knew we didn't have a lot of time. I fucked her in that position for only a minute or so before splitting her knees to either side, putting my own knees between them, and finally hoisting her back into a regular doggy-style position. This way I could reach around and rub her clit while getting my dick in deeper. And when I started spanking her ass, she REALLY got into it, shuddered, and screamed out her orgasmic release.

A minute later, I slammed forward one final time, blasting a fresh load of sperm to join the load I'd dumped in her the night before.

Sam's forearms collapsed, although she kept her ass up in the air. After I pulled out and flopped onto my back, she flipped over as well, reached inside her own sodden snatch, and scooped out a few globs of cum to pop into her mouth. She swallowed them with relish while giving me a naughty wink. But then she checked the clock, grabbed a few tissues to blot herself up, and said, "Sorry, sugar. I gotta go."

I nodded. "See you at school?"

"Of course. Can't wait." She gave me a beaming smile, kissed my lips, and then got off the bed to get dressed in a hurry. A couple of minutes later, the roar of her SUV's engine carried up from the driveway, and I went to the window to watch her drive away.

Only then did I remember who ELSE I might see at school.

My girlfriend.

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-- CHAPTER 36: The Cat II --

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Alice was waiting for me and Belle at the parking lot and came over to us as soon as we stepped onto the curb. Rather than our customary fist bump, she stepped into my chest and gave me a warm hug. "How are you doing?" she asked with serious concern.

"I'm alright," I replied, patting her shoulder and then taking a step back. "Actually, have you seen or talked to Neevie?"

Alice shook her head. "I tried. Drove over to her house. Her mom answered the door and I could hear her and her dad yelling at each other. Her mom apologized and said it wasn't really a good time. Haven't gone looking for her yet around here; I was just waiting for you guys."

I nodded and gestured for us to go ahead and start walking. Alice slipped her hand into mine and gave it a squeeze. I gave her an odd look at first, but the feel of her hand reassured me, so I squeezed it back. And like I've said: people had thought we were a couple since seventh grade, so nobody paid any attention to us.

Ten steps later, Belle held my other hand with both of hers.

I smirked. Having two girls holding my hands at the same time would be a little out of place at school. But then again, everybody knew the three of us were BTC. I got a couple of jealous stares, but that was it.

Eventually, we did have to split up and get to our separate classes. Belle pulled me down for a quick kiss before leaving. This time, Alice did give me a fist bump. And then I headed off to my own first period.

Sam gave me a warm smile when I came in the door for our shared first period. There was no time to talk before class, but even after I sat down, I saw that she looked back over her shoulder and gave me another warm smile. Moments later, though, the teacher started his lesson.

At the end of class, Sam came over to me quickly before I was done packing up my bag. As soon as I stood up, she wrapped both arms around my elbow and leaned in for a quick peck, which I gladly gave her.

"How are you?" she asked me with obvious concern.

I smirked. "'How are you?' Really? I think I can count on one hand the number of times you've ever asked me, 'How are you?'"

Sam rolled her eyes. "Very funny."

"I'm fine, really. Anxious to talk to her, but fine."

"I think we're all anxious for you to talk to her." She sighed. "Are you sure that ending it is what you want?"

I nodded. "Taking a break is best for both of us. She needs to reevaluate her feelings for Conor. I need to reevaluate my feelings for her."

Sam squeezed my arm and leaned over to peck my cheek, which briefly slowed us down, but we picked up the pace again. "Just remember that we're all here for you, no matter what, alright?"

I patted her forearm. "I know. But I want to make sure you're all there for Neevie, too. Whatever else might happen, the absolute LAST thing I want is for this to fracture the BTC."

"It won't. You don't seem to have any hard feelings for her, and she quite honestly doesn't have the right to have hard feelings for you. As long as you two can work things out, we'll be alright."

I sighed. "I'm sorry to make you worry about this sort of thing. You always feared that me dating someone and then breaking up would ruin the BTC. But Neevie and I just couldn't control ourselves."

"It's fine. It made you both happy. And we can't always control the way we feel." Sam stopped walking just then and pulled me over to the side against a wall.

I didn't know what was going on, but she turned to face me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and suddenly gave me a VERY intense kiss that took my breath away.

But she stopped almost as soon as she'd started. Her eyes got big, as if she was just as surprised by the kiss as I had been. Frowning, she looked back and forth between my irises as if searching for something, and in an unexpectedly quiet voice, she muttered, "Sorry... I... I don't know why I did that."

I snorted and remarked lightly, "You don't ever have to apologize for kissing me."

She blinked, furrowed her eyebrows, and stared at my lips for a moment. She squirmed a little, adding, "I can still feel you squishing inside me, actually."

I grinned at that.

But then Sam shook her head as if to clear it, took me by the hand, and abruptly pulled us back into the flow of traffic. "C'mon. Don't want to be late for class."

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Naimh didn't show up to our group hangout spot for recess. There was always a ten-minute break between second and third periods, enough for someone to run to the bathroom, have a conversation, or at least get a mental break. When she didn't show, Alice wondered aloud if Naimh had skipped school entirely. Nobody had seen her today, so it was possible, but we also didn't have time to investigate, either.

Our two classrooms before lunch weren't too far apart though, so I'd surreptitiously packed myself up before the end of the period and then bolted as soon as we were dismissed. As it turned out, I needn't have rushed, because as I started approaching her classroom, I found my girlfriend already looking for me.

"Matty!" Naimh exclaimed excitedly as she rushed up to me as quickly as I was rushing up to her.

My heart raced as adrenaline flooded my veins, and the sight of the most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen briefly made me forget the rest of the universe even existed. I'd wanted her from the day I'd met her, and on complete autopilot for a moment, I scooped her up in my arms and met her ferocious kiss with equal passion as we locked lips and speared our tongues into each other's mouth.

This wasn't the first time we'd started French kissing outside her classroom, although this was possibly the first time we did so with her legs wrapped around my waist.

Maybe. I couldn't really remember.

The point is: nobody paid us much attention, heading off to spend the lunch break in ways other than gawking at me and the stacked redhead.

But after the first minute or so, I suddenly remembered all of yesterday's events, from the crazy anal piledriving to her screaming her ex-boyfriend's name to her dad trying to break down the door to Naimh literally shoving her dad around and giving him an earful and my own realization that our relationship was over. And that's when I pulled my lips away from hers and abruptly let go of her legs.

Naimh squeaked as she felt gravity suddenly tugging her down, and she dropped her feet to the concrete beneath us. Her face turned scarlet red and she grimaced, muttering, "Sorry-sorry-sorry. I know I shouldn't have done that."

"Don't apologize," I told her. "I'm used to my girlfriend kissing me like that."

She gave me a nervous look, asking, "Am I still your girlfriend?"

I glanced around at the sea of humanity around us. Nobody was hanging out within eavesdropping range, but it was still far too public to have this kind of conversation. Fortunately, our classrooms weren't far from the parking lot (hence all the minivan quickies during lunch), so I took her by the hand and quickly led her off campus.

Once we actually got to the parking lot, I had to tug Naimh just a little to keep her going. She kept slowing down, as if she sensed her doom lay within my minivan. At least there wasn't anyone nearby, and as I hit the remote to unlock the van, I glanced over and gave her a sadly serious look. "Look, it's not that I want to break up with you. But after--"

"I'm sorry for screaming Conor's name," she cut me off as we both climbed into the middle row. I led her over the far end and then closed the sliding door behind myself.

"It was an accident," Naimh continued. "I love you and never meant to hurt you. If there had been time yesterday before my parents showed up, I would've told you all this. But we didn't and they showed up and I'm-I'm... I'm SO sorry for my da' he jus' has 'is tempra but he'mens well anna know it jus' mens'he loves mah to pieces anna'preciate da but atta same time Imma DONE lett'nim run mah life!"

I blinked, just trying to keep up. "What?"

Naimh ran her right hand up her forehead and over the top of her head, closed her eyes, and took a calming breath. With her accent under control, she explained, "No more groundings. No more lockdowns on nights and weekends. I told him that no fuckin' way would I agree to do that anymore. I told him that I thought I had already proven I loved my family more than I loved my boyfriend when I came here to America, and that I was done try'na to keep proving it. I told him if he try lock'n mah down again, Idda leave for guud. Or, he cud'cept that Imma grown wom'n who loves him ver'much but Imma NOT stay un'dra 'is thumb an'more!"

Naimh's eyes were steely green fire, and I whistled in amazement, muttering, "Wow."

She held her hands up and squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself to focus. "I said those things for us, Matty." She reached out and squeezed my hands tightly. "I said them because I won't let him take me away from you. I love you. No more sneaking quickies in the van. Well... no more HAVING to sneak quickies in the van (I'm happy to keep having quickies in the van)."

I managed a smile.

"We can have a quickie right now..." The gorgeous redhead batted her eyelashes at me as she leaned in and puckered up.

"Wait-wait, no." I held my hand up and stopped her lips. Taking a deep breath, I exhaled and gave her a serious look. "I'm glad you stood up to your dad. Truly, I am. I know that's a huge personal step for you, and ordinarily I would be thrilled that you and I would finally have a chance to go see that sunset on the beach that we never got around to seeing."

Her steely green gaze cracked, and she shrank a bit, sensing the truck that was about to run her over but unable to move out of the way.

"But, I'm sorry. I'm not changing my mind about us," I continued. "Yes, I'm breaking up with you."

"Matty... don't do this," she pleaded.

"We have to."

"No we don't. Don't you get it? We can FINALLY have the relationship we always wanted. The relationship YOU always wanted. No more sneaking around. I'll stay with you overnight. If you get horny in the middle of the night you can just roll over and stick it in me. We can cuddle with my head on your chest the way you do with Belle, having all those conversations we never got to have. Please, Matty. PLEASE don't break up with me! We can fuck right now in the van. Or just put in the keys and drive us to your place. Fuck school! I wanna fuck YOU. NOW, Matty!"

"No! Don't you get it? We can't just keep wallpapering over our problems with sex!"

"But I love you!"

"I believe that you do, but I also believe that you're still in love with Conor."

"Come ON. I haven't even talked to him in like... two months! At Christmas."

I sighed. "I didn't realize you'd talked to him at all since coming to America."

"We're still friends," she huffed. "We haven't talked a lot or anything - phone calls across the pond are expensive - and I wasn't trying to hide him from you."

"No, but you didn't tell me about him, either."

"Is it an American thing that a girl is supposed to volunteer information about her ex-boyfriend to her current boyfriend or vice versa?"

"No, of course not." I arched an eyebrow. "Did you tell him about us?"

"We weren't an 'us' yet two months ago, so there was nothing to tell."

"Forget it." I sighed and rubbed my forehead. "Look, we're still part of the BTC. I want us to stay friends at the very least. But you need time to sort your feelings for Conor from your feelings for me and be really sure you're not getting the two of them mixed up. Honestly, I need some time and space to consider my own feelings for you. And I am hopeful that after we've had that time to think, you and I can find our way back to each other."

"But we don't have very much time left," she pleaded, her eyes moist. "I don't want to waste it dwelling on the past when I already know I want you for my future."

"Do you? If your parents told you they were moving back to Ireland tomorrow and you could be with Conor again, would you threaten to leave them and move in with me?"

"I..." She looked immediately ready to answer in the affirmative, but she clearly hadn't thought about it, and now that she did, she hesitated.

I just raised my eyebrows and looked at her expectantly.

"That's not a fair question," she complained. "It's not about you versus Conor. I already told you how important my family is to me. And I'm sorry, but I would choose my family over you, yes. So if my parents moved, I would go with them anywhere. It has nothing to do with Conor."

"Fair enough." I sighed and took a deep breath. "Look: It really is this simple." I paused, gathered my thoughts, and then squeezed her hands in mine, finishing, "You screamed another man's name while we were having sex. I'm sorry, but I'm pretty sure that's bad form in Ireland as much as it is here. I can't just ignore that and pretend it didn't bother me. Now you don't have to convince me it was an accident. But you will have to convince me you're truly over him, and to do that, we need to spend some time apart... NOT having sex to wallpaper over our problems."

She pulled back and through tear-stricken eyes, she stared at me in understanding. But a moment later, she leaned forward and whispered directly into my ear. "I just told my parents to stay out of my sex life, and I'm free to come over to your house every fuckin' night and let you ram your fat cock into my tight arsehole over and over and over again. I WANT to come over to your house every fuckin' night and let you ram your fat cock into my tight arsehole over and over and over again. Are you SURE you don't want me to do that?"

I was breathing hard to hear that, but I clutched her upper arms and separated us once more. "Can you promise me a hundred percent that you won't once fantasize about Conor while we're doing that? It occurs to me that we always seem to be having sex while you're facing away from me. Now I get that you're the Anal Queen of the BTC, but all the other girls love watching my face while I'm sodomizing the shit outta them. Tell me... honestly... how many times have you already imagined it was Conor behind you, fantasized that HE was pounding you instead of me?"

I stared straight into her emerald-green eyes, daring her to lie to me. She quavered a bit, but a moment later, that steely resolve came back into her spine as she growled through gritted teeth. "Just the once. I swear to God, Matty. That was the very very first fuckin' time."

I was surprised by her answer, but simultaneously reassured. Honestly, I was expecting her to say it had only been "a few times" or something like that, not just the once.

"I'd put Conor behind me. I'd stopped thinking about him a long time ago. YOU were the one who put him back in my mind, asking me those questions about what made my parents lock me down. He was my first love. I missed his tenderness. I missed everything about him. And at some point when you were just piledriving me like crazy, I got out of my head and imagined I was with him, which is crazy, because first of all, we never had anal sex, and second of all, he was nowhere near as good as you."

Naimh clutched me close and stared quite intensely into my eyes. "The orgasms you've given me are STAGGERING. Conor was just a boy, enthusiastic but unskilled. But he loved me. He worshipped the ground I walked on. I was a goddess to him, and I missed feeling like that. You look at me like I am a goddess to you."

"You are. Still are."

"As for the always facing away from you, can I help it if I love being your anal slut, always bent over submitting to my big strong man? Feeling him violating me all the way down to my sacred core while he's spanking my asscheeks harder and harder?"

I gulped. If she kept saying shit like that, I was liable to lose my nerve and not follow through with the break-up.

"I want to make clear that I love you for you. Not because you remind me of him. You're completely different men, and I know that. I miss Conor, but I only love YOU." She stared at me sincerely. "I swear it was a one-time accident and it won't happen again."