The Big Tits Club Ch. 45-46

Finally Alice just told Belle to mount my dick instead. But after I proved myself capable of just staring over the top of Belle's head even while the petite pixie humped her tight pussy up and down on me, Alice got annoyed. Finally, she decided to switch with Belle and sit on my dick reverse cowgirl instead. Her taller height and insistence on actively shifting left and right to block my vision proved to be a more successful impediment to my driving. And after her car passed the finish line first, Alice thrust her arms into the air, crowing, "I win!"

I got my revenge, though, at least as far as I was concerned. Alice was in the middle of thrusting both arms up in victory when I pinned her down on my dick and hauled us over to the side so I could bend her face-down over the armrest. Then I made deep, driving thrusts into her hot, juicing slit, reveling in the feel of her buttery cunt walls fluttering around my invading dick.

Perhaps she'd been primed from her racing victory, because after only three minutes Alice screamed her pretty little head off as she came.

I thrust my arms into the air, crowing, "I win!"

By then, Belle had parked herself on the couch, kneeling on the cushions and bracing her chest against the backrest. I was quick to seize the invitation by walking over and steadily pushing my shaft into her wet, pink sanctuary.

But after Alice recovered, I spun Belle around into a reverse cowgirl position and reclined against the backrest while Alice climbed into Belle's lap, alternately feeding the little pixie her swollen nipples or bending over so the two of them could suck each other's tongue. I was still amazed to see them so comfortably having sex with each other given the animosity Alice had shown Belle twenty-four hours earlier. But Alice had been true to her word to just "let it go". And after making out with Belle for a few minutes, Alice only had to lean over a little so she could make out with me instead.

In the end, I started moaning and groaning about my impending orgasm as Belle worked her inner milkmaid muscles to milk me for all my... uh... milk. I cradled her round titties in my palms and bent to kiss and nuzzle at her neck while she rapidly humped her entire little body up and down my dick, masturbating me with her tight pussy in search of a fresh cream filling while Alice reached down between them to rub Belle's swollen clit.

"Fuck, Belle..." I grunted. "You're so fucking tight. You're gonna make me cum."

"Cum for me, Matty," Belle moaned. "I want it. I need it. I'd come get it every day if I could. I HAVE to get your sperm."

"Yeah, Matty. Fill her up. Cream the horny little bitch so I can suck it out."

Belle's eyes flew open wide. "You're gonna suck out my creampie?"

"Better fucking believe it," Alice breathed. "You two are so hot together. And I wanna taste Matty's seed on my tongue."

"You're gonna taste it soon. I'm about to... I'm gonna... UNNNNNGGGHHH!" I groaned and started nutting my load deep within Belle's clenching cooch. Blast after blast of hot jizz splattered against her inner walls as I bathed her cervical entrance with scalding semen and imagined I was shooting straight into her womb.

In the end, I filled up my Belle's sweet snatch with creamy cum, and Alice dismounted to kneel in front of us. Belle and I were still gawking in amazement, but Alice just muttered, "Yeah, yeah. I'm doing this, get over it."

And with that, Belle elevated herself off my slowly-shrinking prick and held her labia open. Alice waited for the first globs of jism to make their appearance, and then she pushed her head forward and began to audibly slurp.

I think Belle had another orgasm, almost more from the sight of Alice (Alice!) slurping out the creampie than the physical stimulation of the Korean girl's suctioning mouth.

Alice swallowed some of my seed, but not all. She remembered to save some and snowball it to Matty's Little Cumslut at the end. And I chuckled to myself in amazement watching the two beautiful teenage girls swapping spit and my sperm between them.

Alas, all good things must come to an end. The three of us wrapped up our morning, got dressed, and both of the girls left to head home.

My stomach growled at me once they were gone, and I was trying to decide whether to make something for lunch or drive out and pick up fast food. But before I could make my decision, the doorbell rang again.

I wondered who would be at the door, and speculated it might be a Jehovah's Witness or someone selling coupon books. But when I opened the door, I smiled in pleasant surprise to find the most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen standing on my doorstep.

"Hey, Neevie. Wasn't expecting you to drop by."

She raised both eyebrows, taking a deep breath and collecting herself before replying, "Hey, boyfriend."

I blinked and furrowed my eyebrows, not understanding immediately, but a moment later, it hit me. "Ohmigawd. It's your turn to be my Girlfriend of the Week now, isn't it?"

Naimh grinned. "Well, technically I'm not supposed to start until tomorrow. But seeing as Belle and Sam aren't taking their turns, well... Can you blame a girl for wanting to take advantage of an extra day?"

I grinned and gestured out the door. "Have you eaten yet? I was just about to go get lunch."

"Uh, yeah, I did, but I'd love to join you anyway," she stated quite sincerely, clear adoration in her eyes.

I grinned, happy to have the company. Specifically, I was quite happy to have HER company. "C'mon. Let's go."

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-- CHAPTER 46: Neevie --

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Something tickled my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

"Mmph!" somebody grunted, and as I sat up, I realized I'd just shoved my dick an inch into a girl's throat. She took it like a trouper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, breathing heavily through her nose until I pulled back. She let me withdraw, pulled her head up to take a deep breath, and then once again she lowered her lips around my thick shaft, all the way down until she had my nuts in her face.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the copper-haired head bobbing up and down in my lap at an oblique angle. She wasn't on top of me in a sixty-nine position or anything, but she was reversed on the bed so that her hips were next to me as she knelt and gave me my morning wake-up call. A minute later, she pulled off and glanced back at me, emerald eyes glimmering in the light. And as she recognized that I'd come fully awake, she swung a leg over my face to complete an actual sixty-nine and lowered her musky cunt down to my waiting lips.

We got each other off quick and dirty with nothing but our mouths. It was a Monday morning after all, and we had to get to school. There was no need for another round of intercourse. Believe me, we'd gotten plenty of THAT all weekend.

See, Naimh had arrived Saturday afternoon with a small suitcase and an announcement that she'd be spending the entire weekend with me. Long story short, she'd told her parents that I would be going to Berkeley for college while she would be going to UCLA and that she intended to make the most of what little time we had left. While her parents weren't thrilled with only getting her back for one night after she'd already spent the entire week in Santa Cruz, I think the fact that there was a finite limit on our relationship actually made them feel better about her spending additional time with me.

We went out to lunch together, burgers for me and a smoothie for her, although she did steal quite a few of my fries. This was no pre-planned date; we just sort of hung out. Instead of going back to my house to fuck like bunnies, Naimh took me to the bookstore. I wound up seated in one of their stuffed armchairs while Naimh perched on the armrest, showing me artwork from different cultures, teaching me things like how to distinguish Ming dynasty artwork from the Song or Yuan dynasties. I'd never before taken a really big interest in ancient artwork, but then again, I'd never had a history teacher as beautiful as Naimh, either.

We actually spent close to two hours in the bookstore and I wound up cooking dinner for both of us at my place. My no longer "ex" girlfriend flirted with me throughout the meal and played footsie with me beneath the table, but even after I put the dishes away, she casually deflected my invitations to take things upstairs.

At the time, I figured she was just playing hard to get as a way of amping up my desire for her. She did let me draw us into a hot and heavy makeout session on the couch, and allowed my hand to slide into her shirt and paw at one of her big, firm, titties. But when I reversed the direction of my fingers and tried to slide them into her pants, she broke our kiss and stared up into my eyes, saying, "Not yet, Matty."

Not able to think of a single time the nymphomaniac redhead had EVER turned me down, I frowned and finally asked, "Why not?"

"Belle's not here yet," she replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "She doesn't know I've come over here yet, does she? I'm already crashing her alone time with you and don't want her walking in to find us already fucking."

I frowned. "Don't you girls normally coordinate that stuff in advance?" The last time Naimh had come over on a Saturday for her 'first time for the second time', she'd pre-cleared it with Belle.

"Not this one," Naimh admitted. "I was supposed to arrive tomorrow for the official Sunday start of my week. Showing up a day early was... well... I just wanted to see you."

"I'm glad. I had a great time with you today."

She looked at me skeptically. "Even though I talked your head off with all the art history stuff?"

I nuzzled her nose. "I enjoyed myself. Couldn't you tell?"

"Well, I wanted to believe you were enjoying it... but I couldn't be sure you weren't just putting up with me for the sake of putting up with me."

"Believe it. I'm not going to change majors or anything, but you made it really interesting. And if it's something important to you, I want to know about it."

That got her to start another makeout session, but we didn't want to go past Annabelle's arrival. Naimh did let me start fingerbanging her, and she even got a small orgasm, but we otherwise kept both our pants on.

Belle did walk in shortly thereafter, surprised to see me cuddling on the couch with Naimh but not upset in the slightest. Naimh explained that she'd gotten permission from her parents to stay the weekend, and asked, "Would you mind if I joined you two for the evening?"

Belle's response?

"I can't fit Matty and Matty Junior in me at the same time, but if you don't mind, I wanna see how many fingers you can fit in my ass while he's fucking me, and maybe a rimjob while you're at it? Then once I get mine, he's welcome to cornhole the hell outta you and leave a massive pool of sperm in your colon for me to slurp out."

So yeah, Saturday night was great.

Sunday morning, Belle actually left me and Naimh alone in bed together so she could go running with Sam. Naimh and I had a pleasant screw that finished with her wrapping her big freckled tits around my cock and humping me until I gave her a rare facial. She recalled how I used to give her facials all the time, back in the days before we'd started actually fucking, and admitted she rather missed feeling me hose down her freckled face. I promised I'd remember to facialize her more often from now on.

She scraped off what she could and slurped it up before cleaning up. We then headed downstairs to find Mother making brunch alone; Sam and Belle hadn't returned from their run just yet. Mother made pleasant conversation with Naimh and scolded, "Wait for your guests, Matthew," when I eyed the food rather hungrily. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long as Sam and Belle arrived less than ten minutes later, both of them sweaty and flushed and absolutely beautiful. Despite my hunger, I paused to kiss each of them quite deeply before settling down at the dining table with my plate.

The girls (including Mother) chatted amiably throughout brunch while I focused on the food, per usual. It occurred to me that the three of them had been the most antagonistic during that Thursday evening fight, save perhaps Holly. But this morning, any animosity from the trip was completely gone.

It also occurred to me that the three girls I had the strongest feelings for were at the table with me right then and there. I mean, casual acquaintances I knew at school would often ask me which of the six was my favorite, and I'd always deflect from giving anyone a straight answer. But the reality was that I always had a favorite. It's just that the identity of my favorite at any given time was pretty fluid and often subject to whichever one of the girls had given me the most recent orgasm.

I thought about that first night in Santa Cruz when Alice, Belle, and Zofi had gotten into their little speculation session about my feelings for Naimh, Sam, Mari, and Holly. There was some truth to what they'd been saying that night. With apologies to shy Mari, I WAS attracted to strong, aggressive women, and she was leaving for Caltech anyway. Alice had fit nicely into her best buddy role and Zofi had made clear she was romantically attracted to women. So that left Naimh, Sam, and Belle.

All of them I had strong feelings for. All of them I had... complicated... feelings for. At the moment, I was good friends with all three of them -- friends with benefits. Of the three of them, only Naimh seemed to be pursuing me with any interest in becoming my girlfriend. Sam and Belle had both opted out of being my Girlfriend of the Week and I wanted to believe Belle was genuine about her desire to be my anchor, my 'little sister with benefits'. At the same time, I had no idea how that stance might change once we were in college together with the rest of the BTC elsewhere at different schools. She insisted she was happy in her role as my 'little sister with benefits', and to be honest I was happier with our relationship in that form as well. But anything was possible once we were alone together in Berkeley. Would she want to become my girlfriend then? I mean, she did joke about me marrying her, didn't she?

For some reason, Sam's utter lack of pursuit lately made me want her even more. She seemed to show up the most when things were at their worst, like the way she'd been there for me after the whole Conor thing, or even that little blowjob on Friday morning after the big fight just to make me feel better. Her absence somehow made my heart grow fonder, not forgetful. I knew she'd applied Early Decision to Stanford and was therefore locked into going there in the fall, but Palo Alto wasn't so far removed from Berkeley as to make a relationship impossible.

And Naimh? I was still figuring this one out. We'd tried being the one boyfriend/girlfriend couple in the BTC, to mixed results. On the one hand it had been an amazingly awesome sexual relationship. On the other hand, it had been an emotionally vacant one. Would dating again give us the chance to correct past mistakes? Was it even worth trying given that there was a ticking countdown until our inevitable separation when she left for LA? Might it be better to not even try and just accept a friends-with-benefits relationship for the months that we had left?

Could I fall in love with one of them?

Could I fall in love with ALL of them?

SHOULD I fall in love with ANY of them?

What the hell did the word "love" even mean?

All musings about Captain Corelli's Mandolin aside, the concept of "love" was still something I struggled with, and I'd been making a concerted effort to not say the word itself quite so often. I'd been trying to separate my lust for the girls from my love for the girls.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away.

Of course, it's hard to focus on what comes after when the lust part slams her big naked boobies in your face. That's pretty much what happened to me after Mother left and the three horny babes decided to team up on me.

Seriously, I wound up flat on my back across my bed with Sam doing her level best to suffocate me in her cleavage. In her defense, I don't think she really knew how close she was to murdering me because Naimh was busy eating her pussy at the time.

The point is: I couldn't really separate my feelings of love for the girls from my lust for the girls so long as they kept fucking my brains out every chance they got. The solution would seem to be obvious: stop letting the girls fuck my brains out every chance they got and give myself time to really think about what feelings of love still remained.

Pssht, yeah right.

That was never gonna happen in a million years.

So in the meantime, I had to accept things as they were. I had six horny babes constantly asking me to service their every sexual need and repeatedly plunge my throbbing hard dick into each of their willing holes, seven if Holly hadn't actually bailed.

Yeah, in another four months or so we'd go our separate ways to college and grow up into the young adults we were meant to be. But in the meantime, well... I had six (seven?) horny babes constantly asking me to service their every sexual need and repeatedly plunge my throbbing hard dick into each of their willing holes.

I could live with that.

Sam and Belle both went home, well-fucked and quite satisfied. Naimh and I drove out and got dinner together. And after dinner, we drove up to the hills to get a nice view over the city and the way the clouds were turning rich hues of orange and red.

She sat between my legs while I kissed the back of her neck as we watched the sunset together. Her body felt VERY warm and comfortable with my chest pressed against her back and our fingers interlaced together. And once the final rays of light had disappeared beyond the horizon, she turned her lips to mine and we began a kiss that felt like it would never end.

The next thing I knew, we were still kissing but had somehow magically transported into my bedroom. Our clothes were off and she was riding me with urgent need while her tongue delved deep into my mouth. I felt the weight of her big tits crushing into my chest while I gripped her firm asscheeks and yanked her body back and forth against my crotch. And in the end she moaned my name, "Oh, Matty..." as she reached her zenith and became overwhelmed by exquisite agony.

"Oh, Neevie," I responded in kind, pinning her body down as far as it could go to let my penetrating prick belch out steaming vats of sperm straight into the back of her sweet honeypot.

So like I said, by Monday morning there was no need for another round of intercourse; we'd gotten plenty of THAT all weekend.

We got each other off quick and dirty with nothing but our mouths, my current Girlfriend of the Week (and maybe longer?) squeezing her nectar out of her delicious slice of heaven while I erupted great gouts of creamy jism for her to swallow as well. And afterwards, we cuddled together naked in each other's arms.

No more angst. No more stress. No more fights or betrayals or repressed resentment. Just good old-fashioned orgasms.

Yeah, maybe real "love" would be what was left over when the passion was no more. But in the meantime, the six girls (seven?) I spent all my time with had plenty of passion to burn. So I resolved right then and there to stop worrying about "love".

As I squeezed my Irish freckled redhead in my arms, I realized: I had all I could ever want right here.

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Naimh and I got dressed, headed downstairs to have breakfast with Mother, and chatted amiably until Belle joined us in the minivan for my first three-person drive to school. Belle still got shotgun, of course. Let's not get crazy here. The two girls nattered on happily with each other, leaving me alone to focus on driving.