The Big Tits Club Ch. 51-52

Sam was on her feet behind me and she quickly intercepted Antonio just behind Holly's chair. But instead of confronting him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged his head down so that he was staring into her lush cleavage. She bit his ear and then husked loudly enough for the rest of us to hear, "This body could've been yours. I'm coming off a week where I bent over and got fucked Every. Single. Day. I'm such a fuckin' nymphomaniac. I get sperm gushing down my throat. I get sperm flooding my sweet pussy. I get sperm blasting deep in my tight arsehole. I. Can't. Get. Enough of it."

Sam then took Antonio's arm and wrapped it around her body. She placed his palm right on her ass and squished her massive melons into his side. "I could've been your living sex doll. I could've been giving you incredible, transcendent orgasms for years. Tonight, you could've gotten us a hotel room and watched me peel out of this tight prom dress. I've got the sexiest lingerie on underneath here: lacy see-through panties, garter belt so you could fuck me with my stockings still on, this amazing corset that supports my big Double-D titties so well. I would've pushed you down on the bed and made love to your dick with my mouth, lips, and tongue. I would've climbed on and squeezed my amazing pussy around your cock, massaging it with my secret muscles. In the end, I would've bent myself over and reached back to spread my asscheeks, begging you to please sodomize the shit outta my tight arsehole."

Sam paused and reached up to caress his chest. "And who knows? Maybe we could've invited one of my friends. I love cock, but there's something just so delicious about making love to another woman and sharing her with my man. Rubbing our breasts together and tasting each other's tongues while we take turns sucking on a fat cock until it spurts ribbons of jism all over our pretty faces. She'll start licking his cream off my forehead and cheeks. I'll start licking sperm off her nose. We might not be able to keep up and... Oops! There it goes dripping off my chin."

Sam took her hand off his chest and lightly caressed her cleavage with her fingernails. "No matter. These two big, juicy cum catchers will collect all the drops." She mimed slowly scooping jizz off the exposed skin of her left breast with two fingers before popping them into her mouth, moaning as she sucked on her own digits. "I'll get some of it. The rest will dribble down my creamy skin and collect atop my nipple so one of these hot babes can latch onto my succulent teats and su--"

"Aaaahhh, nngh, shit-shit-shit!" Antonio muttered, backing away from Sam. His hands immediately went to his crotch as he bent over, turning scarlet pink in embarrassment.

"Have a little accident there, big guy?" Holly scoffed with a sneer.

Bent over as he was, Sam loomed above Antonio. "You're pathetic, you know that? Consider that a parting gift -- can't say I ever got one from you - because Aphrodite is NEVER coming anywhere near you ever again. I'm joining my friends now. We're going to enjoy our Prom and then go upstairs together to the Penthouse Suite where Matty will pleasure all seven of us for hours on end. That includes YOUR prom date, who in a few hours will be licking Matty's creampie out of my cunt while she spreads her arsehole for my boyfriend's incredible dick that's just so much more... massive... than yours."

"Nngh, nngh, nngh!" I grunted, spurting semen straight into my "little sister's" sucking mouth. Antonio hadn't been the only one getting turned on listening to Sam's erotic soliloquy, and with Belle repeatedly shoving my dick into the first couple inches of her throat, she FINALLY got me off.

After I finished cumming, I felt Belle withdraw in a suspiciously slow and delicate manner. Moments later, she crawled out from underneath the table and parked herself right in front of Antonio. Gaping her mouth open, she showed him the pool of creamy cum she'd collected on her tongue. And then beckoning to Sam, she pulled the gorgeous platinum-blonde together in a wicked hot kiss so they could share my load.

Antonio was gone before the girls were done.

****

Holly retrieved a chair and parked it between Naimh and Zofi, making us a table of eight once again. Once Belle took her seat, Alice tapped her own chin, muttering, "Hey Belle, you've got a bit of..."

Belle blushed, hurriedly wiped at her chin with a napkin, and flashed me a saucy look.

I was feeling wiped from my third ejaculation since getting into the limo this afternoon, plus coming down from the adrenaline rush of the encounter with Antonio. I knew the girls had plans for later tonight in the Penthouse Suite, but if they kept this up much longer, I'd be dead on my feet before we even got to the elevator.

Speaking of wearing me out, the girls soon moved us into the dance portion of the evening. We'd all taken square dancing and just a touch of ballroom as part of our P.E. curriculum, so I knew I wasn't a total klutz. The handful of high school parties we'd attended were more social hangouts with friends and acquaintances and didn't involve a whole lot of actual dancing.

During the fast songs we danced in a group. During slow songs I got paired off with the girls one-by-one, including Holly. Some brave male acquaintances of the girls even came by to ask them to dance, classmates and casual friends and the like. Thankfully, I knew the girls had enough sense to choose their partners wisely, turning down drunken asshole types and only accepting dances with the boys they knew could keep their hands to themselves.

Gerald, of course, came by to dance with Mari a couple of times. She seemed happy, and from what I recalled, he would be attending USC in the fall, which wasn't too far away from Pasadena. I knew I wished her all the happiness in the world, and yet I could help but feel a twinge of melancholy at the reminder that the BTC's time together would be coming to an end all too soon.

But not yet.

****

We left the formal dance pretty early in the evening. Having put in our social appearance and danced a few last dances with classmates we might soon never see again, the BTC didn't feel a particular need to stick around and find out who won Prom King or Queen. Having all steered clear of campus politics, we already knew it wouldn't be one of us (although Sam actually did get quite a few votes). Instead, the seven girls and I crowded into the elevator and ascended all the way to the top floor.

Designed to entertain up to twenty people in two separate spaces each surrounding a central coffee table, the suite had a large sectional, two additional sofas, a couple of high-backed armchairs, and two more ottomans big enough to seat two. Outside, the balcony had a pleasant view of the lit-up city skyline should any of us care to brave the cold. But really, all of our attention was focused inward on each other.

For a group that had been having sex with each other nearly every Friday for the past several months, you'd think the opportunity to have an orgy wouldn't be a really big deal to us. But hanging out together and almost lazily screwing as a method of unwinding from the week was one thing.

This was Prom Night.

In the Penthouse Suite.

Oh, and Holly was with us again, too.

Let's just say the girls pulled out all the stops for this one.

It started with Sam coming to sit beside me on the big sectional. She set down two pills - one blue and one white - alongside a glass of water.

I arched an eyebrow and asked, "Is this one of those scenarios where I choose one pill or the other to decide whether to remain in blissful ignorance or take a chance and set myself free?"

Sam smirked and shook her head. "You're taking both pills."

I took a deep breath and gave her a funny look. "Don't you usually just spike my drink unawares?"

Sam shrugged. "I felt like giving you a choice tonight. I promise I'll still love you even if you don't take them."

I rolled my eyes. "We already know I'm taking them; I trust you that much. But the fact that you're telling me does worry me. Are there potential side effects that you can't subject me to in good conscience without proper forewarning?"

Sam winced. "You're probably gonna pay for it in the morning, but tonight's gonna blow your mind."

I shrugged and reached for the glass of water. "Then I have only one request."

"What's that?"

"Promise me you'll use your better judgment and drive us all home tomorrow if I'm in no shape to do so myself."

Sam laughed and nodded. "I promise."

I swallowed the pills.

And then the REAL party began.

****

I felt hot. VERY hot. And yet I wasn't overly sweaty. I mean, I was still sweaty, but just normal exertion sweaty, you know? But I still felt HOT. And thirsty. I kept drinking water. A LOT of water. At least, I drank a lot of water when the girls would let me drink water. They kept me VERY busy otherwise, y'know?

There are still gaps in my memory to this day. Sam was right, I really paid for it in the morning, and she wound up driving the minivan to get us all back to my house where the girls spent the better part of the day lounging out back by the re-filled pool while I slept for seven hours. Only then was I in any shape to drive each of my "girlfriends" home. Good thing each of them had already told their parents they wouldn't be returning until dinnertime on Sunday.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm really just telling you this to make clear that everything turned out alright in the end, nobody came out with any permanent injuries, and if given a choice to do it all over again, even with the splitting headache that carried into Tuesday, I would TOTALLY do it all over again.

You only get to have your Senior Prom once, y'know?

Anyway, back to being super-hot and thirsty. Those were new sensations unlike any of the previous times Sam had slipped me one of her dad's little pills. I also had a mild case of vertigo, and found that if I turned around a little too fast, my sense of balance would take an extra half-second to catch up to me and I'd get dizzy. So I had to be a little careful about that. But apart from those relatively minor side effects, Sam's pills apparently had their desired effect:

For the better part of four hours, I felt like a Greek God.

And I fucked like one, too.

Mother and I had stocked the suite with wine bottles, hard liquor, and 2-liter sodas when first checking in. It wasn't like any of us were driving anywhere tonight. I was the only one who didn't do any drinking (I think. That's one of my memory gaps). After taking the pills, Sam crawled into my lap and started a sweet makeout session. But everything immediately after that is a complete blank.

My first memory after Sam's initial makeout session was that of Holly humping herself up and down my dick. She hadn't been fucking me in my sleep or anything; I know I was awake, but I don't have any memory of exactly how we got started. I didn't know then if Holly had been the first girl I'd fucked that evening or if everyone else took a turn before her. All I could say was that one moment, I'd been fully clothed and holding Sam in my lap while she shoved her tongue down my throat. I then closed my eyes, and when they opened the next moment, I found myself buck naked with lime green-haired Holly slowly pulling her tongue out of my throat and grinning at me while my hands on her ass helped the beautifully buxom babe bounce her sweet pussy up and down my absolutely solid-core steel-hard prick.

Crackles of electricity surged through my limbs, fueling my muscles to make me feel like I had the strength of ten men. I dug my nails a little painfully into Holly's asscheeks, gripping her perky globes tight before I started bashing her light body against my lap over and over and over again while she threw her head back and wailed a euphoric aria of ecstasy.

At the sound of her climactic release, I stopped shaking her like a rag doll and instead pinned her down against my pelvic bone to vibrate her clit against my hardness. When Holly finally came down from her peak, she collapsed over my right shoulder and shuddered, whimpering softly.

"Holy shit, Matty," the worn-out girl whined. "I forgot you could do that to me."

I chuckled and rubbed her spine. "Other guys couldn't satisfy you the same?"

Holly chuckled and picked her head up to kiss me quickly. "It's only been a few weeks since Santa Cruz. There haven't been any other guys since then. I told you: I'm not a slut."

I shook my head. "Nuh-uh, you're MY personal slut."

"Mmm, absolutely." Holly's hazel eyes sizzled. "Will Master please blow a big juicy load into Zofi next so Personal Slut can suck out all his tasty sperm from her messy cunt?"

I blinked and for the first time realized Holly and I weren't alone. Tunnel vision apparently was a bit of a side-effect as well. Zofi sat right beside us, smirking just before she captured Holly's head in her hands and leaned forward so the two gorgeous babes could swap spit. Only then did I realize that both girls were still wearing their prom dresses, so I figured it must've still been relatively early in the evening.

And only THEN did I realize I'd been sitting up against the headboard of the king-size bed in the suite's master bedroom, with the door closed and only the three of us currently inside.

I blinked and took in my surroundings. "How did I get in here? And what happened to my clothes?"

Zofi and Holly looked at each other. "You don't remember?" Zofi asked, a little concerned.

I shook my head in the negative.

"Exactly how much don't you remember?" Zofi asked, a little more concerned.

I frowned. "How can I know what I don't remember?"

Holly chimed in, "Well, what's the last thing you DO remember?"

"Making out with Sam on the couch immediately after she gave me the pills."

The girls exchanged a glance.

"You passed out on the couch mid-way through making out with Sam," Holly explained. "She got a little worried, saying, 'Well THAT wasn't supposed to happen.' But just when the rest of us gathered around and started freaking out, you woke up, complained about being super-hot and thirsty, and started taking off your clothes right there in the living room."

I blinked. "I did?"

Zofi nodded and grinned. "You had a wicked erection already, and Neevie looked ready to jump you. But you just staggered into the kitchen, drank like a gallon of water, and then meandered straight back here into the bedroom and passed out."

I blinked again. "I did?"

"Sam volunteered to stay with you," Zofi continued. "We left the door open in case she needed help, and everyone went back to the living room to take a few minutes to chill out."

"I figured it was a good time to start drinking," Holly added. "So I started bartending and the girls managed to relax."

Zofi giggled. "That's when Sam started screaming."

I shot upright. "WHAT?"

"Relax." Zofi held out a hand. "You know she's a screamer. You woke up and started fucking her."

I blinked. "I do NOT remember doing that."

Zofi and Holly were both laughing, and since I was still buried inside Holly, her inner muscles were doing wonderful things to my dick.

Zofi explained. "We all went to investigate. You were on top of her just pounding away like an animal. Didn't even bother to take her dress off. She came twice, and then you rammed all the way in and started cumming inside her. She cuddled you for like a minute, but then frowned and rolled you off of her. You'd passed out again."

My eyes got big. "I did?"

"Sam got up in a huff and stormed out complaining about how nobody in the history of histories ever fell asleep while fucking Aphrodite or something, PLUS you'd earlier fallen asleep on her, mid-kiss. Belle went after her whining about the creampie, and Holly and I came in to keep an eye on you."

I blinked, grabbed Holly's hips, and gyrated her around my still-erect pole. "How did we end up like this?"

Holly grinned. "Well, even unconscious, your dick was still so big and hard and wet with Sam's juices still on you that I just had to get my mouth around that bad boy. A minute later, you woke up again, I climbed aboard, and voila, here we are."

I made a face. "Am I gonna pass out if I cum again?"

Zofi shrugged. "Only one way to find out." And then she kissed me.

****

I didn't pass out again. Well, I didn't pass out again right away. I think I made it through two hours and miraculously had like six or seven more ejaculations before passing out, and by then most of the girls had passed out as well.

After Holly dismounted my dick, she and Zofi took their time peeling each other out of their dresses with lots of French kissing and pawing at each other's body for my benefit and theirs. Hell, I think Zofi just really liked making out with Holly whether I was watching or not. But eventually, Zofi laid back across the mattress while I stood on the floor at the foot of the bed and entered her that way. After entry, I raised both of her long, lithe legs over my right shoulder, pumping her steadily, and Holly went for a tongue-ride while facing back at me so the lime green-haired girl and I could make out and complete our triangle of high school lust.

The girls each came before we changed positions, this time with Zofi reclining back on her elbows while Holly bent face-down over the foot of the bed, furiously munching out the lissome brunette's wet box while I thumped Personal Slut's firm buttcheeks with my thighs every time I slammed my schlong into her superb snatch from behind.

Finally, I wound up slumped back against the headboard with a few pillows propping my lower back. Zofi laid back against my chest and turned her head to the side so we could kiss with surprising tenderness while I stroked every inch of her naked body (paying extra-special attention to her perky D-cup tits). Her feet were planted atop my spread thighs as she humped herself up and down my throbbing dick with Holly's agile tongue alternately licking Zofi's clit, my imbedded shaft, and occasionally my dangling balls. Every now and again, Zofi would pull up high enough that Holly could grab my dick and fuck her face with it a few times before feeding me back into Zofi's heavenly box.

In the end, I gave Zofi the cream filling she desired. Or was it that Holly desired? Regardless, Personal Slut slurped out my seed, crawled up Zofi's and my stacked bodies, and made a Zofi sandwich while sharing her liquid gold with the panting brunette mouth-to-mouth.

And I didn't pass out! Yay!

Also, my dick was nowhere NEAR going down. But rather than continue to monopolize the only penis in the Penthouse Suite, Zofi and Holly led me outside into the living room with its two sitting areas, and we discovered a wicked hot five-girl orgy in progress.

Turned out, I DIDN'T have the only penis in the Penthouse Suite. I mean, of COURSE Sam brought Matty Junior, but over by the two sofas there was also a distinct buzzing sound emanating from Alice's loins while Mari's right elbow pistoned back and forth rather suspiciously.

Apparently lacking confidence in her date's bedroom capabilities, Holly had brought "Bob" along in her purse. I would discover later, long after I'd recovered higher brain function, that Holly's longest and most consistent relationship had been with her "Battery-Operated Boyfriend". She had removed her panties and just started demonstrating his capabilities earlier in the evening when Sam's orgasmic screaming had drawn away everyone's attention.

So anyway, Belle was wearing Matty Junior having a grand old time banging Naimh from behind on the sectional while the Irish redhead ate out Sam. And Mari of course was using Bob to explore every inch of Alice's cunt at the same time.

Alice looked up at me through fluttering eyelids. "I... think... I might... survive... UCLA... without you... after all...," she murmured, "if I... can get... one of these..."