The Big Tits Club Ch. 51-52

The first time Zofi glanced at me was only for a second. She immediately blushed, went back to looking down, and reached behind herself to unhook her bra. I'd been so distracted taking in her exquisite figure backlit by the soft focus of white light that I'd failed to notice the tension on her face. But now that I saw it, I walked into the room and quickly took her hips into my hands, turning my lovely girlfriend to face me.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Do you not want to be here right now?" My mind raced trying to contemplate the possibilities. Even though my other six girlfriends had visited me this week, the absolute last thing I wanted was for the seventh to be in my bedroom solely for the sake of completing the list.

Zofi's face quickly turned into a warm smile as she reached up to hold my cheek. "Of course I want to be here, darling."

I blinked, not understanding. She was still quite clearly nervous. So I asked cautiously, "Then what is it?"

Taking a deep breath, her beauty unmarred despite the hints of a frown, the exquisite brunette looked down at the bed for just a moment before stating, "May I have a massage, please?"

I nodded immediately. "Of course."

Giving me a small smile, Zofi let the cups of her bra fall away as the straps slid down her arms, baring her lovely breasts. She folded and then set the bra atop the neatly ordered clothes she'd already set atop my nightstand, and still clad in her panties she crawled forward onto my bed, gathered one of my pillows, and lay facedown with the pillow tucked into the hollow curve between her chin and her breasts.

And then I saw it. Well, I didn't see it directly, but as my gaze trailed down Zofi's lovely semi-naked form, I couldn't miss the way the back of her panties were ever-so-slightly dented out. My throat went dry, and not daring to believe, I reached forward and took hold of the sides of her panties.

Zofi shivered at my touch and tensed up, recognizing that I'd figured it out. Still, she didn't say a thing or move in any way as I slowly peeled the back of her panties down the curvature of her ass, blinking in shock at the familiar sight of a silver disc with a flat blue crystal at its center occupying the area where the brunette beauty's anus should have been.

"You don't have to do this for me," I said quietly.

"I want to do this for you," she murmured just as quietly.

"I appreciate that, but you still don't have to."

"I'm the only one who hasn't yet."

"That's not a good reason to do so."

Zofi sighed and turned her head to the side. "I want to. I'm scared and I'm nervous, but I want to, and we're running out of time."

"Three months until we leave for school is plenty of time, or even never if you're not ready."

"I AM ready." Zofi rolled all the way over, pulled her knees up to her chest, and finished taking off her panties. Tossing them over the side of the bed in stark contrast to the way she'd meticulously folded all of her other clothing, she leaned back on both elbows and fixed me with a determined look. "Please don't think you or anyone else is pressuring me into doing this. Please don't think I'm doing this only because I'm the only one who hasn't yet, although admittedly that is a factor. I'm doing this because I want to try it. I'm doing this because I'm curious what makes the other girls want it so much. You've let me set my own pace with everything, from not pressuring me into giving you a blowjob even though everyone else was doing it, to waiting so long to give you my virginity, and never even asking when I might finally let you into my ass. Thank you for that."

I nodded slowly.

"I'm ready," she repeated. "Nervous, but ready. And I'm not totally unprepared. You can obviously see that I've borrowed Belle's butt plug, and Sam's been... experimenting... back there for the past few days when she wasn't with you."

I popped my eyebrows at that.

"So you see..." Zofi gave me a brave smile before finishing, "we're there now, darling."

****

Zofi had asked for a massage first, so a massage she received. We both knew it would calm her nerves, so after stripping myself down to my boxers I circled around the bed to my desk chair and repositioned her with her arms back along her sides and her head just barely over the edge of the mattress so she could properly breathe.

I worked her neck and shoulders, feeling an odd sense of déjà vu. I'd given Zofi several other massages over the past few months. There had even been a couple of "Zofi Wednesdays" during which we never had sex: I'd simply given her a massage and she usually gave me a blowjob at the end to return the favor. But I would never forget the massage that had preceded the lovely teenage girl giving me her precious virginity, and as I massaged her again as a prelude to Zofi giving me her last virginity, I found my mind continually drifting back to that special night.

After finishing her neck and shoulders, I circled around and climbed onto the bed. Rather than straddle her, I knelt beside Zofi's prone body and did my level best to turn her into a puddle of relaxed goo. I massaged her back, her scalp, her spine, both arms, and even her fingers. I made her so relaxed that she actually fell asleep.

When I realized she'd dozed off, I silently slipped off the bed and went downstairs to get a drink of water and clear my head. My dick was HARD... like diamond hard. I was as hard as I'd been on Prom Night, but this time without any chemical enhancement. I tried not to think of Zofi in such crass terms as finally getting my seventh asshole and completing my personal BTC checklist, but the mere idea had taken hold of my brain and wouldn't let go.

I spent several minutes convincing myself that despite everything Zofi had said tonight, it still wasn't going to happen. The last thing I wanted to develop was an expectation of getting into her ass, of feeling like I was entitled to it or something. I ordered myself to look into Zofi's eyes before it happened and make DAMN sure she wasn't nervous anymore. There was no way I'd be able to un-fuck her virgin asshole, and we really DID have three more months to figure this out if that was really what she wanted. Better for her to regret a missed opportunity than to regret an unwanted act.

With these thoughts in mind, I returned upstairs to find Zofi still sleeping. I knelt down on the floor beside my bed, folded my arms atop the mattress, and lay my cheek against my left upper arm. I drank in Zofi's beauty, wanting to memorize this moment forever, reminded of the expression of peaceful contentment and serenity she'd showed that morning in her bedroom before she'd started mumbling about Jeff Garcia.

She didn't mumble in her sleep this time. Instead, after a few minutes her big blue eyes opened, and then closed, and then opened again. Her eyelids made slow butterfly flaps three times before they stayed open for good, and she smiled softly before murmuring, "I fell asleep."

"Yes you did."

Zofi's eyes twinkled mirthfully. "That may have been your best chance to push it in me."

My eyes grew big in alarm. "You know I'd NEVER--"

Zofi's musical laugh cut me off. "It's one of Sam's favorite feelings when she gets forcefully woken up to find you pushing into her. She said you've never done it anally yet. I was just imagining the look on her face if I told her you did it to me first."

I chuckled. "We know Sam's competitive about her 'firsts'. I suppose I should make a mental note to do that to Sam soon before I get tempted to try it on one of the others."

Zofi nodded slowly, any trace of nervousness gone. Rolling over to her left side, she beckoned for me to come join her. "Kiss me, Matty. I want you to make love to me."

That, I could certainly handle. Rising from the floor, I shucked my shorts and prepared to climb onto the bed. But before I could, Zofi reached for my hip and crawled forward on all fours. Ducking her head, she took a long lick at the underside of my cock with her tongue and used it to guide my knob into position so she could slowly push her head forward with her pouty lips wrapped tightly around my girth. I stopped my movement and let her sensuously make love to my prick with her mouth. Her style was just so uniquely different from the others, as if my cock were simply a large clitoris. She didn't bang her head back and forth, choosing instead to focus on sensual licks that were highlighted by gentle sucking. My mushroom head received the greatest attention as Zofi let it glide into her mouth, welcoming the knob with pulsing kisses, licking the sensitive underside, and rubbing it along the distinct texture of the inside of her cheek. She frequently let me go, letting me swing in the cool air with only her fingers gently massaging me before licking along the shaft and then re-engulfing me between her lips. She had smooth transitions and was by far the most patient of the BTC with her oral attention, in no hurry to get me off.

One time, though, she did hold my ass in her palms while driving her face ever deeper to the point that she pushed me partway into her throat. Zofi had never attempted a deep throat, nor did she seriously attempt one now. She backed off almost as soon as she'd started, that brief probe the extent of her "hey, let's see what that's like" moment, and she resumed making love to my prick again for about a minute before pulling away completely and then rolling back onto her cute bottom.

Reclining against my pillows with her knees up and her legs spread, the gorgeous brunette beckoned to me with both hands. "Come to me, darling," she cooed.

With practiced ease, I climbed onto the bed and settled between her thighs. I planted my hands to either side of her head as I loomed over her, and she reached up to wrap her slender fingers around my wrists, gazing up at me with an expression of utter and complete adoration more than lust. I recognized the look on her face. It was the kind of look Sam gave me when she wanted to kiss and cuddle on the couch, but not as a prelude to sex. Likewise, Zofi's expression was that of a lover who wanted intimacy, not lustful passion. It was for MY sake that the self-proclaimed lesbian chose to let me into her body, not a desire for physical pleasure.

Because she loved me.

And I loved her.

Not romantically, of course, but the love was there.

And of course, just because Zofi wasn't particularly "into cock" didn't mean she couldn't feel the pleasure from mine. She sighed and smiled as she felt my first penetration, my thickness stretching her channel with cockflesh against her inner walls, setting off little fireworks of sensation as I burrowed deeper and deeper into her warm, wet, welcoming tunnel. Her mouth gaped open wide as those fireworks hit her brain. And the fireworks continued exploding as I burrowed inch after inch after inch into her snug little pussy, tighter than ever because of the oblong shape still blocking her colon and compressing those inner walls around my invading shaft.

When at last I was buried to the hilt, Zofi shivered in my arms. Her gaping, gasping mouth closed, and she smiled up at me invitingly. I seized that invitation and bent to kiss her, and we lay like that, intimately entwined for a long while without needing to thrust, simply enjoying each other with our mouths.

But we did not remain like that forever. After all, she had come here with a goal in mind, and while we weren't quite there yet, we would be soon.

Wrapping all four limbs around me, Zofi hugged me close as I made short thrusts in and out of her sweet snatch. I knew how much she liked tribbing, so I made sure to press my pelvic bone down on her clit, and as she approached her peak, I disengaged her legs, twisted her to my right, and slotted my left leg between hers to put us in a true scissoring position while I gyrated around like a blender.

She went off like a firecracker, my normally quiet lover suddenly screeching and wailing as the orgasm overtook her. I humped her all through her climactic shudders, amplifying her experience, until finally she went still beneath me and I set my forehead down on the pillow beside her.

For a few minutes we simply lay there in the afterglow, me with my still-throbbing dick deep inside her, and Zofi riding the soothing waves of orgasmic tranquility with her head lolling gently side-to-side. But eventually she cradled my head and pulled it to the side of hers. "Thank you, darling," she murmured softly.

"You're welcome," I replied just as softly.

She turned, kissed my cheek, and said, "It's time."

****

The first time I'd ever had anal sex had been with Naimh that night in Tahoe. She had me bang her pussy doggy-style for a while, and then when she was ready, had me switch holes. It had gone in surprisingly easily.

My first time with Sam the following night had been in a similar position but had gone much more painfully. Zofi had been there with us and had even stated a need for a polaroid picture to remind her NEVER to let me do it to her. And yet here we were.

Still, the traumatic memory of Sam's anguish reminded me to take things slowly and be prepared to stop and call the whole thing off if necessary. I was dead certain I wouldn't just effortlessly slide in the way it had been with Mari's body built for sex. I sincerely hoped I wouldn't have a repeat of Belle's multi-week ordeal with successively bigger butt plugs and multiple attempts to make any headway. Unfortunately, Zofi's tight little ass seemed like it would have a lot more in common with Belle's than with Mari's.

Naimh, Sam, Alice, and even Holly had all first taken me into their bowels bent over doggy-style. Mari's had been an accident face-to-face with her legs thrown over my shoulders. Belle, likewise, I had first entered in a position where I could watch the changing expressions on her face in case I needed to stop, and my original intent was to do the same with Zofi. I should have known she already had a plan; Zofi had always done things at her own pace and with her own method.

She had us spoon together on our left sides, her left leg straight but her right knee in the air. She'd apparently borrowed "Bob" from Holly, because she fished the vibrator out of her folded clothes and buzzed her clit while panting softly. The whole thing was quite clinically mechanical in sharp contrast to the intimacy of our lovemaking, and for that reason alone I felt like calling the whole thing off.

But when Zofi looked back she saw the hesitation in my eyes, and she stopped buzzing herself to reach back, hold my head, and give me a sweet kiss. "I love you, darling," she murmured sincerely.

"I love you, mój skarbie."

"I want this. Take me. Take ALL of me." Reaching behind herself, she removed the butt plug from her own ass. It came out covered in copious amounts of lube; she was definitely prepared. And with a shy smile, she finished, "My last virginity was always going to be yours."

My dick was diamond hard again at the mention of Zofi's last virginity, and grasping her hips I nudged myself into position. She kept her head turned so I could see her face but closed her eyes as the pressure of my knob began knocking at her backdoor. She raised her right leg higher to spread herself open, the buzzing sound started up again, and her lips quivered at the mixture of sensations. I pushed forward, slowly metering the amount of force I used to gradually dilate open her pre-stretched butthole. Suddenly, it was enough, and my mushroom head popped through.

Zofi gasped and her eyes flew open WIDE at the initial penetration. She clamped her eyes back shut almost immediately as her mouth gaped open wide instead, silently mouthing the word, 'OWW!' Instinctively, I wanted to stop and pull away, but she reached back with her right hand to grab my lower back and tugged me closer, making her intentions quite clear.

I leaned forward, wrapped my right arm around her midsection, and pulled. Zofi grunted as I swiftly burrowed in every remaining inch of my dick into her virgin colon. Her left arm twitched and the buzzing sound increased in volume. The shape of the sound also changed as she moved the vibrator around, and ever so briefly I felt its energy juddering against the base of my shaft before she redirected Bob's business end back to her clit.

I stopped at full depth, and there I remained for a long while. Zofi breathed very slowly, in and out, taking very deep inhalations and even deeper exhalations. She actually seemed to spend a lot of time blowing out with her lips pursed together a bit, the way I imagined childbirth might be. And I suddenly had a vision of holding her hand in the delivery room of a hospital, helping her do Lamaze breathing.

Of course, I was in the wrong hole to lead to that kind of outcome, and the idea of associating the pain of childbirth with what we were doing wasn't exactly arousing. But still, it was a happy thought.

Turning off Bob and setting the vibrator aside for the moment, Zofi twisted her chest down to the mattress and groaned quite gutturally. Neither of us moved otherwise as she adjusted herself to the unnatural invasion. She didn't look to be in pain, but she certainly looked... uncomfortable. Part of me wanted to quit and consider this attempt good enough, and also accept that there didn't necessarily need to ever be another attempt. If giving me her virgin asshole was what she really wanted, we had already succeeded. Then again, I was already pretty sure she wouldn't consider today a true success unless she made me cum.

So I remained where I was while spooning myself around her naked body. I rubbed her thigh and her right side in what I hoped was a soothing manner. I didn't go for her tits or rub her clit or anything like that. I simply wanted to reassure her that I was still here.

Eventually, though, she seemed to get used to the truly weird sensation. Having never had so large an object shoved up my own ass, I could only imagine what she was going through. Did she regret her decision? Was she simply trying to get it over with? Or did she actually feel some kind of pleasure in the way the other girls all seemed to feel? Otherwise they obviously wouldn't let me do it so often, right?

I was in no danger of softening. Had Zofi been in obvious pain or otherwise reacting negatively, I would have pulled out right away. But she merely closed her eyes and focused inward, and her right hand remained holding my lower back as an indicator to keep our two bodies pressed together.

"How are you feeling?" I asked with genuine concern.

"Like you've got your dick in my ass," she muttered rather coarsely, head bowed as she continued to process everything. "You feel so fucking HUGE."

But after a few more deep breaths with closed eyelids in what looked very much like a yoga trance, she looked back at me again with an actual brightness in her sparkling blue eyes. "I'm fine, darling. Thank you for your concern. How does it feel for you?"

"Feels amazing, to be honest," I replied with a grin. And indeed it did. Her anal passage was incredibly tight, not quite skin-peeling or anything, but as tight as I could possibly imagine without becoming uncomfortable for me. Hell, in a way it felt tighter than being in Belle's ass, although the entry had obviously been far less difficult.

"Everything you ever dreamed?"

"And more. Thank you." I kissed her shoulder tenderly while she reached back to caress my cheek.

"Yours will be the only cock to ever enter my body, in any of my holes," she stated quite seriously. "For the rest of my life, I promise."

I wanted to say such a promise was unnecessary, but I chose to accept it in the spirit in which it was given and replied with a smile, "I'm honored."

"For you, darling Matty," she said with a serene smile, far more serene than I would've expected with my dick in her ass. "It's all for you."