The Big Tits Club Ch. 49-50

I grimaced. "Sorry, B."

"I get it." She shrugged and took a lollipop lick along my shaft from base to tip. "You're in love and you're worried about her. I noticed her bedroom is still empty. So don't sweat it."

I was still a little stunned as Belle casually resumed her blowjob, but after a few seconds' thought I relaxed. She was right: almost any other girl would not be only annoyed, but livid to hear the guy she was blowing gasp another girl's name. But then again, the rules were different within the BTC.

Moments later though, she pulled off again and narrowed her eyes. "If there was something for me to be annoyed about, it's you calling Alice to come over and talk yesterday afternoon instead of me." And then she started sucking on me again.

I sighed. "It's not that I didn't want to talk to you about it."

"It's that you can't trust me to be impartial about something like this, hence why you've gone out of your way to stop sharing your feelings about the other girls. Plus, I'm like... liable to murder Sam to remove the impediment to getting you all to myself."

Now it was my turn to narrow my eyes. "You know, you keep bringing up the notion of murdering Sam. It's not exactly reassuring."

Belle had already resumed the blowjob, and she promptly choked trying to laugh with my dick probing her throat. She picked her head up and coughed a bit, but collected herself quickly and flashed me a grin. "You're right: I need to stop using that example. The point is: I need to earn back your trust; I know that. I'm glad you have someone like Alice you can still depend on."

"Me, too."

Belle grinned, pushed her face as far as she could go, and I could feel the tight constriction around my spongy head as it entered her throat. But while she was able to hold that position for a pretty long time, there was still only so far she could take me. And after a few more seconds, she backed away having still come up short of completing the deep-throat.

Not that she seemed to mind. Rather than obsess about her inability to take me all the way, Belle started sucking powerfully on my knob while rapidly pumping both hands up and down my shaft. I recognized her technique as the one she used when she just wanted me to cum, not as foreplay. I was appreciative, since it had been about twenty-four hours since my last ejaculation. And instead of worrying about saving myself so she could climb aboard and go for a ride, I just lay my head back down on the pillow, reached up to hold Belle's head, and let the pleasure flow.

Within minutes, I grunted, "Fuck B. So good. You're making me... I'm gonna... nnnnnnGGGGGHHH!!!" And I began spewing sperm straight into my "little sister's" stomach.

A minute later, Belle finished nursing out the last dregs of jizz from my deflating prick and she flopped onto the bed beside me. I reached out to caress her cheek and sighed.

"Enjoy that?" she asked brightly, pale-green eyes twinkling.

"I did. Thanks, B."

She preened, clearly happy to make me feel better. But a moment later, concern crossed her face as she asked, "Have you heard from her at all?"

I nodded. "I called Zofi last night. Spoke with her mom and told her I needed to talk to my 'girlfriend', so Zofi wouldn't have been able to refuse without coming up with some explanation why."

"That works."

"Zofi told me Sam didn't want to talk to me, but I promised her all I wanted to know was whether or not Sam was safe and sound. Zofi told me Sam was crashing with her overnight, but that she'd come back in the morning to change and get ready for school. So... that could be any minute now."

Belle's eyebrows popped. "Good thing I didn't go for more than a blowjob. She might've walked in on me riding you and gotten mad."

Somebody snorted over by the doorway, and Belle and I both whipped our heads around in surprise. Sam leaned against the doorjamb, a smirk on her face. "In the sum total of our entire friendship together, what would EVER give you the idea I'd get mad if I walked in on you riding him? You should have been riding him, actually. I would've joined in."

Belle giggled. I was still too stunned by Sam's arrival to react. My mouth flopped open and I eventually stammered, "H-How long were you standing there?"

Sam shrugged. "Like thirty seconds before you gave Matty's Little Cumslut everything she wanted. Maybe I should've spoken up sooner and asked her to share."

Sam's playful giggle REALLY confused the hell out of me. I was still trying to wrack my brain for everything Mother and I had talked about last night and organize it into a coherent dialogue-slash-apology for telling her I loved her. I'd expected her to still be upset, and yet...

Sam checked her watch, shrugged, and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her with a smile. "What the hell. We've still got time."

And then she started pulling her clothes off.

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What followed was not the greatest sexual experience of my life or anything. Don't get me wrong: there's no such thing as a BAD threesome with Belle and Sam. I was just a little too stunned to fully enjoy the experience.

Sam casually got naked and tied her hair back in a functional ponytail before climbing onto the bed and crawling across the mattress to park herself between my legs. She almost lazily slurped my semi-hard prick into her mouth, her lips forming an airtight ring of suction as she slowly tugged and coaxed my penis into growing back up for her. I watched, mesmerized by the gorgeous blonde orally making love to my dick: first with just her mouth, and then with her right hand, and finally by taking my renewed erection all the way into her throat, forming another tight ring of suction with her chin resting on my balls.

Sam's seductively beautiful brown eyes stared up into mine, searching for my approval. What did Mother call it? Validation. She wanted my validation, my affirmation that she was doing a good job. And I reached down to caress her cheek and non-verbally express just how pleased I was with her.

This, at least, was something within Sam's control. She knew her skills and knew her ability to make blissful sensations flood my brain, and she certainly utilized those skills this morning. She played me like a marionette on strings, sucking and humming and pumping and licking every inch of my cock, my balls, and even my inner thighs. She teased me and titillated me, almost toying with me, and I was happy to let her have this simple power over my reactions.

Sam brought me close to the brink only once. Belle had stripped herself naked and currently reclined against my side, feeding me her nipples and letting me play with her pussy from behind while rubbing her ass. I suddenly felt a fresh surge of energy as my balls prepared to uncork. My arm tightened around Belle and I grunted around a mouthful of perky D-cup titflesh. But Sam sensed it too, pulled down hard on my balls, and actually bit my dick a little to divert the pleasure. I squeezed my Kegels and held myself back, and after thirty seconds or so I sighed with relief and set my head back against the pillow.

The girls mounted up then. Sam straddled my hips and slowly sank her incredible nude body down around my shaft. She gyrated in wide orbits with my upright shaft as her center. Belle parked her ass in my face and her pussy on my tongue, facing back towards Sam. I couldn't see what they were doing, but I could hear the sounds of wet lips smacking against each other, hums of erotic satisfaction as the girls mewled their arousal. And there was no mistaking what was going on when Sam groaned, "Suck my tits... suck my tits..."

-I- wanted to be the one sucking Sam's tits, but I settled for letting my hands scoot up Belle's petite firecracker body and palm her impossibly firm titties instead. I wanted to grab Sam's bigger boobies and go honka-honka to my heart's content, but some part of me still feared what might happen if I took the initiative. I was half-terrified she was nothing more than a figment of my imagination and would evaporate into a fine mist if I so much as reached out to touch her.

As it was, my brain's logic decided that the sooner I got Belle her orgasm, the sooner I could get her off my face and verify with my own eyes that Sam had truly returned home, and not only returned but was also fucking herself on my dick. So with that in mind, I gripped Belle's hips, tugged her down on my face, and REALLY ate her out just as furiously as she'd blown me earlier this morning.

When she sensed my increased focus, Belle stopped messing around with Sam, let her head fall back, relaxed her spine, and let the pleasure flow.

Within minutes, my petite pixie grunted, "Fuck, Matty. So good. You're making me... I'm gonna... nnnnnnGGGGGHHH!!!" And she began drenching copious amounts of girlcum straight down into my waiting mouth.

I waited an extra minute to let Belle get over her climax before somewhat unceremoniously tossing her aside. I had to see Sam with my own eyes, remember? If Belle minded, she didn't show it. She was rather more interested in watching the busty blonde take one look at the girlcum smeared all over my face and immediately drop herself down to start licking her cream off my cheeks.

Three times, and then four, Sam's lips and tongue brushed across my mouth. Each time, I SOOO wanted to grab her head and spear my tongue through her lips and express all my pent-up passion through a frenzied kiss. But I clenched my hands and resisted the urge as best I could. I couldn't touch her. I WOULDN'T touch her, lest she evaporate into that fine mist. I felt like I was just the "safe guy" once again, not allowed to make the first move, and yet knowing somehow that in the end it would all be worth the wait.

She WAS worth the wait.

Finally Sam did take my head in her hands and kiss me. I moaned and groaned and finally allowed myself to hold her in my arms as we made out like a pair of teenagers in love. I set my feet flat atop the mattress and started thrusting upward, really driving my dick in deep. The increased sensation made Sam break our kiss and plant her forehead on the pillow beside me, moaning and groaning her ecstasy. But after a couple of minutes of that, I started to slow down and she sat up once more.

Belle was suddenly behind her, turning Sam's face to hers so that the pair of hot babes could share a Sapphic kiss. Sam grabbed my hands and pulled them to her breasts, and I happily went honka-honka while watching two gorgeous examples of femininity make love to each other with their mouths. Belle also slid her hand down to the junction of my loins with Sam's, and her little hand seemed to vibrate as she began furiously rubbing the platinum blonde's bare-shaven twat.

Overwhelmed, Sam finally broke Belle's lip-lock and set her forehead against the other girl's. Clenching her eyes shut, she rode me harder and harder, moaning as the pleasure built up inside her. "Mmm... Belle... so good... Fuck me, Matty... Fuck me... Ohmigawd... We're gonna be doing this every fuckin' day in Berkeley, aren't we? You two are so fucking hot together. I wanna get sandwiched between you two all day long."

"All day long," Belle crooned, kissing Sam's neck. "Every day."

Sam turned to face Belle. "You really won't mind? Look me in the eyes and tell me it's okay that I love him. We both know you love him as much as I do. Two weeks ago, you thought you were gonna have him all to yourself. Is it really alright that I'm coming with you?"

Belle bared her teeth and playfully nipped at Sam's nose, her teeth snapping together well short. "It's alright with me, but I do have one condition."

"What's that?" Sam asked in the same playful tone.

Belle turned Sam's head so that it was facing forward, so that Sam was looking down at me. And in a husky voice, Belle intoned, "You have to let me slurp his cum outta any of your holes whenever I want. That's my only condition. I want you to fuck his brains out every day, all day. And I want you to share his sperm with me."

Sam giggled. "Of course. Is that all?"

Belle glanced at me, and then glanced back at Sam. "Actually, I do have one more condition," she said much more seriously. The playful tone was gone, and it made Sam grind to a halt on top of me.

"What's that?" Sam repeated, her tone just as serious.

Belle's expression was almost a plea. "Don't break his heart."

Sam's eyes opened up wide, but she shook her head immediately. "Never in a million years."

"You mean that?"

"With every fiber of my being."

Belle took a deep breath, pursed her lips, and then suddenly lurched forward, grabbing Sam's head and pulling her close for a fierce kiss that ended as abruptly as it started. "Then you have my permission."

Sam's eyes watered. "Really?"

Belle nodded, her own eyes watering. "I'm happy for you. For you both."

I was still stunned that Sam was even here, and at the moment quite confused. One minute, it seemed like Sam was ramping right up to orgasm with Belle helping her along the way, and I had started to relax myself in preparation for giving the gorgeous blonde an internal combustion. The next minute, we'd ground to a complete halt. My brain was complete jello at the moment, and I was feeling very, very confused by what was going on. After all, even though my fat cock was still imbedded in Sam's wet box, both Sam and Belle looked on the verge of tears.

I blinked, looking up at both girls, and finally wondered aloud, "What's going on?"

Teary-eyed but smiling, Sam barked a short laugh and bent forward to give me a quick kiss. And after pulling back just far enough to gaze into my eyes with an expression of utter adoration, she stroked my cheek and said, "I love you too, Matty. Will you be my boyfriend?"

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-- CHAPTER 50: Marionette --

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"And you said, 'yes'."

It was a statement, not a question. Lying flat on her belly across a lounge chair in the backyard with her feet up in the air and ankles crossed, Alice set her chin down on her interlaced fingers. It was officially "Belle and Mari Thursday", but the girls had invited Alice to join us. Given the tenor of the situation, sex did not seem to be planned anyway.

Reclining back against Matty's Chair, I shrugged. "Of course I said yes. No way in hell was I gonna say 'no'."

Alice narrowed her eyes as she scrutinized me.

Mari smiled merrily from the lounge chair on the other side of me, seated sideways, and commented, "I still think it's sweet."

Belle sat beside Mari, her elbows on her knees with her hands clasped together, lost in thought. Mari tapped her shoulder and asked, "How did Sam react when he said yes? Did she swoon into his arms? Did she get filled with so much love and passion that it swelled inside her like too much air and start bursting throughout her entire body?"

Belle blinked and regarded Mari in confusion for a second. But she sat up straight, nodded, and said, "Basically, yeah. I mean, you saw the way she was at school today. Have you ever seen Sam so bubbly and excited on campus? She normally walks around all, 'I'm the Queen. Bow before me or get outta my way.'"

"And today she was like a six-year-old whose parents told her she was going to Disney World," Alice drawled. With eyes narrowed, she then gestured to me. "Matty, on the other hand..."

All three girls now scrutinized me, and I raised both eyebrows questioningly. "What?"

Mari made a face. "You're right."

"I know I'm right," Alice muttered dispiritedly.

"Someone's gotta tell her," Mari sighed, her shoulders sagging.

"Yeah. Matty's gotta tell her," Alice pronounced. "It can't come from one of us."

I arched an eyebrow and sighed. Looking at Belle, I gestured at the other two and asked, "Can you translate?"

Belle pursed her lips and tilted her head to the side. "You gotta tell Sam you don't want to be her boyfriend."

I frowned. "Why in the world would I ever do that?"

Belle's eyes sharpened. "Because you don't want to be her boyfriend."

I shook my head. "That's not true. I love her. She loves me. The three of you basically gave us your blessing yesterday afternoon, and now you're taking it back? Are you jealous or something? Didn't you insist you'd be happy if Sam became my girlfriend so you wouldn't have to worry about other greedy bitches?"

"I would be happy if Sam became your girlfriend, but that's not the point." Belle frowned and leaned forward with her elbows on her knees again. "It's pretty obvious you don't really want to be her boyfriend. You said just yesterday you weren't going to start dating. And you just admitted a minute ago that you only said 'yes' because 'no way in hell was I gonna say no'. That's not a reason for a couple to get together."

"I assumed she wouldn't want to date ME. I never said I'd have a problem dating her."

"You don't have to say anything," Alice chimed in. "Your current behavior speaks for itself."

"What are you talking about?"

"I was there when you and Neevie agreed to start dating," Belle explained. "Your excitement was palpable. You couldn't stop grinning for DAYS. This morning? You were just stunned. You sorta lay there like a lump on a log while Sam went into a frenzy on top of you. She got so absorbed in her own outrageous orgasm that she didn't notice, but I noticed. And even now? Look at you."

I blinked. "What about me?"

"You're just... there." Belle sat up again and gestured at me with one hand in a flat line, palm up. "I think you're still stunned and unsure of how to react."

"Give him SOME credit," Mari interjected. "He was just as lovey-dovey as Sam was at school."

"Yeah, because Sam was all over him," Belle pointed out. "If you crawled into his lap and started making out with him right now, he'd totally get into it and be all happy."

Alice mused on that and started pushing herself off the lounge chair.

"Don't even," I warned, palm out.

Alice made a face and dropped her chin back onto her folded hands.

"It was easy for Matty to feel in love and be all lovey-dovey while Sam was wrapped around his arm 24/7 or dragging him out into the parking lot for a minivan nooner," Belle continued before looking straight at me. "But now that she's not here - standing in front of him all scantily-clad gorgeous platinum-blonde goddess with tits out to here -- you've defaulted back to 'regular Matty'."

I scowled. "It's like you're trying to imply that I don't really love her or something."

"No, we don't doubt that, actually," Alice chimed in.

"We know you love her," Belle added. "The angst you were going through yesterday and the way you gasped her name when I started blowing you this morning prove that enough to me. But you're REALLY torn about this whole 'girlfriend' thing."

My shoulders slumped. "Sam told me she's in love with me. I really DO love her and care about her a ton. She's truly special to me, and I can't let her down."

Alice frowned. "I'm far from an expert on romantic relationships, but even I know that 'fear of letting someone down' is NOT a good basis for one."

"I think you're blowing the fear bit out of proportion." I sat up straighter. "I may not have gone to bed last night ever expecting Sam to walk up and ask to be my girlfriend, but that doesn't mean I'm opposed to the idea now that it's been presented. It's not like I'm flying blind into uncharted territory, either. I know what it's like to have a girlfriend within the BTC. My relationship with Neevie set a precedent, one in which there isn't a whole lot that changes. I'll still spend quality time with each and every one of you. Sam will get some level of priority, the way Neevie did, but we all know she won't cut any of you off."

"She'd better not," Alice drawled. "I got PLANS for you this summer."

Belle and Mari laughed. But Belle raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are you SURE Sam will follow Neevie's blueprint? What if she wants more than a relationship based on casual sex? What if she wants time and mindspace and half of your closet? What if she wants quality time and intimate conversations?"