The Big Tits Club Pt. 02 Ch. 02-02

"Nnnngggghhhh..." I groaned in exquisite ecstasy, dropping my right arm back against the headboard in surrender to her oral expertise. My left arm, on the other hand, remained wrapped around my other bed partner.

Speaking of Belle, the pretty pixie began to stir within my grasp. Her head had slipped down into the hollow between my side and my arm, and she moaned while pitching her face forward into my body while tightening her left forearm around my midsection. I glanced down at my li'l cutie and squeezed her tightly. She was completely naked and she fit me like a perfect puzzle piece, with her pert little booty snugly tucked within the curve of my palm and her ample bosom securely squished against my flank.

Naimh slowly pulled off my prick and then reached forward with her right arm. The redhead gently rubbed Belle's cheek, murmuring, "Good morning, Belle."

"Mmm-mmmng," the petite strawberry-blonde murmured without opening her eyes. She continued to hug me tightly like I was a big teddy bear and nuzzled her nose against my side before taking a deep breath and then kissing my bare skin.

"You want a turn?" Naimh asked.

Still with her eyes closed, Belle shook her head fractionally before replying, "I'm good." And then she adjusted the grip of her left arm and continued to squeeze me.

I glanced down at my redheaded girlfriend and gestured "come hither" with my right hand.

Naimh smiled at my non-verbal cue and giggled as she crawled up my body and lined up her hips with mine. Like Belle, she was completely naked (proving that the freckles went down all the way). She rubbed her tuft of neatly-trimmed red fuzz along my cock, scratching my rod quite pleasantly while her green eyes glimmered watching the expressions on my face.

My busty redhead planted her hands to either side of my head and let her big boobies sway back-and-forth above my face, and I playfully nipped at her pendulous teats until she simply lowered her chest down to smother my eyes in lush titflesh. I went nom-nom on her nipples while she giggled musically. But after another few seconds of coating my cock with the slippery fluids leaking from her wet pussy, she reached behind herself to hold my cock at an angle and then slowly slid herself back.

"Ohhh..." Naimh moaned as she filled herself up with her boyfriend's big dick. I slid my right hand back to cup her ass, delighting in the different feelings I felt compared to Belle's booty in my left hand. And after my luscious Irish lass completed her journey down to the very base of my crotch, she sat fully upright and paused to catch her breath.

I stared up at her sweet smiling face, basking in the glow of Naimh's obvious love for me. She slowly undulated her body around in a counterclockwise circle, carving my cock around the inner confines of her vaginal canal, in no hurry just yet. She took her time and then closed her eyes to concentrate inward on the feelings. No matter how many times we had made love in this manner, she still appreciated every moment as if it needed to be treasured forever.

Of all the girls in my life, Naimh was the only one who really knew what it felt like to have me fall OUT of love with her. She'd made a mistake during our first romantic relationship. It was a mistake I'd forgiven her for, but it was a mistake neither of us could ever really forget. Our romantic relationship was going really, really well right now, but I knew that she still feared making any kind of critical mistake ever again.

She didn't walk around on eggshells around me or anything, and I'd made a sincere effort to reassure her that our relationship was much stronger now. We enjoyed our time together without either of us thinking too hard about what the future held. For now, we were teenage freshmen embarking on the first steps of a new college journey. Between attending classes at a new school, meeting new people, and settling into a new house, we all had more than enough to worry about without adding relationship worries on top of it all.

Speaking of settling into a new house, I paused to glance around my bedroom for a moment while Naimh happily humped away. Of the four bedrooms in the place, I would've been perfectly willing to take one of the smaller ones. But the girls had unanimously agreed to put me in the master bedroom with the big king-size bed ("the sex room", according to Sam) so that my girlfriends could comfortably rotate who spent the night with me. Morning light spilled through the crack in the drapes of the big window by the sitting area nook, illuminating one of the two armchairs parked over there. I could tell from the angle of the beams that the sun was still fairly low on the horizon, indicating that it was quite early in the morning. Only then did I glance at the clock on the nightstand to confirm that my girlfriends and I would have plenty of time for pleasant orgasms before we'd need to get up and get dressed for class on this first Monday morning of the academic year.

With that thought in mind, I finally let go of Belle's booty and reached up to wrap both arms around Naimh's back. After tugging her down against my chest, I growled into my girlfriend's ear just before rolling her over onto her back while she squealed. And although our loins disengaged in the process, it was a simple matter for me to roll after her, nestle my hips between her spread thighs, and slam my stiff sausage straight back into the sweet center of her succulent snatch.

"Ffffuuuucccckkkk..." Naimh grunted, and she started muttering Irish curse words beneath her breath as I started savagely shafting her straight from the start. I didn't understand any of the words themselves, but there was no mistaking the shit-eating grin on her face or the way she clutched her legs to tug me deeper with every thrust.

"Aw, fuck, Neevie," I groaned, gripping her hips and hammering her hard.

"Fuck me, Matty," my lover moaned. "Fuck meeee..."

So I fucked her. Meanwhile, I felt a small hand rubbing my ass and glanced to my right to find my Baby Belle smiling at us with lustful flames of arousal in her pale green eyes. She was rubbing her little clitty, the sexpot voyeur visibly excited watching her big, strong man dominating the sultry redhead. And I leaned over to give the impish pixie a quick peck before returning my attention to the busty babe beneath me and devouring her mouth instead.

Sex with Naimh had always been amazing. More than once I'd waxed poetic about her "Goldilocks Pussy": just right. Being inside her like this was simply heaven on earth, and I felt pleasure-bolts of joyful electricity surging through my veins as I slammed my steel-hard schlong into her over and over and over again.

And I wasn't the only one in seventh heaven. Naimh squealed and screamed with unabashed ecstasy, announcing to the whole house how much pleasure she was feeling. She clamped her legs around my heaving body, fucking back at me as hard as I fucked her. And her big bouncing boobies bumped up against my chest as she athletically writhed and thrust her pelvis up to meet my powerful plunges.

"Fuck me, Matty! Fuckme-fuckme-FUCKMEEEEE!!!" My randy redhead stiffened up and screamed her first orgasm after only a few minutes.

"Fuckme-fuckme-FUCKMEEEEE!!!" She screamed her second orgasm shortly after that.

And I just kept pounding her and pounding her and POUNDING her all the way through.

As Naimh came down from that second climactic peak, Belle's heavy breathing drew my attention to her for just a moment. My eyes silently asked if she wanted a turn, but as if she could read my mind, the saucy strawberry-blonde licked her lips and grinned, clearly telling me that she was rather eagerly looking forward to slurping out a creampie.

I'll never forget Belle's answer when I asked if she would rather have me all to herself instead of sharing me with two or more other girls: "To myself? I'm flexible, but not quite flexible enough to slurp your jizz outta my own coochie. We need to have at least ONE other girl in our lives who'll let you blast her full of yummy sperm and let me suck it all back out."

It was with that answer in mind that I told myself not to keep her waiting. Planting both hands flat on the mattress, I pushed my chest up so I could stare down at the most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen and witness the way her flushed pink skin filled in the pale gaps between her freckles. Naimh stared back up at me, liquid love shimmering in her electric green eyes as she recognized my intent, her gaze willing me to take my pleasure from her wicked-hot body. And I fucked her harder and deeper, relaxing my core muscles and surrendering myself to blissful ecstasy in search of my own release.

As beautiful and as sexy as Naimh looked, the sight got even better when Belle joined in, first by ducking her head to nurse at one of the redhead's swollen pink nipples and then the other. The impish pixie then crawled around to give the redhead a sultry kiss, both beautiful babes moaning into each other's mouths and creating an aria of ecstasy that spurred me even further down the final stretch. And after relocating my hands down to my redheaded girlfriend's hips, I hammered her a few final times before slamming down and groaning in rapturous release as I burst the dam and let my diluvial torrent of jism flood forth.

"HHHHNNNNGGGGAAAAHHHH!!!"

Naimh squeaked into Belle's mouth at the force of that final thrust. My tumescent tool could feel the internal twitches of her trembling teenage twat, a third orgasm sweeping through her body like a sudden tsunami. And as my swollen schlong splooged out shot after shot of scalding semen, she squealed and shuddered in sympathetic satisfaction.

And then I collapsed down onto Naimh's chest.

Wiped out for the moment, I closed my eyes and braced my forehead on the mattress beside my lover's head. My Irish lass cuddled me close with all four limbs, gasping for breath as if she'd just finished running a marathon. And Belle giggled as she pecked Naimh on the forehead before moving around to me, pecking my cheek and then turning my face to hers so she could give me a much sweeter kiss.

But only for a minute. After that, my little Annabelle gave me a pouty look and whined, "Hurry up and pull out. Matty's Little Cumslut is hungry!"

****

Blessed as I was with a Y-chromosome, I finished getting dressed first and headed downstairs while Belle and Naimh were still freshening up. The wood stair treads in this old Victorian-style house audibly creaked with every step as I descended and would've alerted everyone in the house that I was coming. So as soon as I walked through the open kitchen doorway, Sam turned away from the gas range and greeted me warmly, "Morning, Matty!"

My gorgeous Head Girlfriend was smartly dressed for class in slacks and a crisp pastel pink blouse, with black ankle boots comfortable enough for walking around the campus while remaining dressier than one would expect from a typical college student. Her platinum-blonde hair was short and sleek in a medium-bob just above her shoulders, accented with dangling earrings. And her makeup perfectly highlighted her strikingly beautiful face.

The busty blonde bombshell gave me a beaming smile as she extended her arms to me for a hug. I gladly gave it to her, grabbing meaty handfuls of her ass and lifting her off the floor. She squealed delightedly and puckered up for a fierce kiss, and I didn't set her back down onto her feet for what felt like an eternity of blissful peace.

That peace was rudely interrupted when my stomach started growling, making Sam giggle and start to push herself off of me. Only then did I set her back down, and she gestured with her chin out the door. "Have a seat. Brekkie will be done in a jiffy. Go grab some OJ."

But rather than head out to the dining table, I sidled up behind the busty blonde and wrapped my arms around her from behind. "And what if I'm hungry for something other than 'brekkie'?"

Sam cooed in my arms while glancing over her shoulder up and back at me. Her Aussie drawl got thicker as she purred, "You can't be hard up already. I heard Neevie screaming her bloody head off not ten minutes ago."

I was sure she had. The house had not been built for soundproofing. On the occasions when the girls messed around without me, I could hear every moan, whimper, and passionate groan floating through what seemed to be a hollow door. It wasn't as if I was in the room with them or anything, but the sounds would still be obvious to anyone who cared to listen.

"I'm always 'hard up' for you," I told her sincerely, and indeed I could feel a fresh chubby thickening as I ground my crotch against my girlfriend's juicy bubble butt. Sliding my hands up, I cupped Sam's dynamite Double-Ds in my palms and squeezed them gently while dipping my head to taste her neck. "I missed you last night."

"Mattyyy..." she moaned, a crooning note of arousal in her voice mixed with regret. The schedule called for all four of us to bed down together on Friday nights and then let Sam have me all to herself on Saturday nights before letting the other two divvy up the five school nights. That meant that this morning was the first morning since Friday that Sam had NOT gotten to wake up in my arms, and I could feel her sense of longing.

"Mmm... want me to slip into you from behind right now?" I murmured, sliding my right hand around to her lower back and then dipping my hand beneath her waistband.

"Actually, I want you to pin my head against the cabinets and skullfuck the hell outta me," she murmured almost beneath her breath, and if I hadn't been rock-solid hard before, I definitely was fully engorged now.

But before we could make either idea into reality, Sam groaned and twisted to remove my iron bar cock from between the cleft of her asscheeks. She sighed, and I knew immediately that the skullfucking would have to wait for later.

But that was okay. Still holding my girlfriend from behind, I kissed her cheek reassuringly and then took a step back. "Sorry," I apologized. "You looked so beautiful standing there, I couldn't help myself."

Turning to face me, Sam smirked as she scolded lightly, "You apologize too much, as if a girl needs any apology for her boyfriend finding her sexually attractive. I should start worrying the day you stop grabbing my arse, I think."

"Never happen," I assured her with a twinkle in my eyes.

She sighed again. "I missed you last night, too. I had a very difficult time falling asleep on my own. Only two nights in a row within your arms and I was getting spoiled."

"I wouldn't have minded making it three nights in a row."

"We both know Belle and Neevie were happy to have you to themselves last night."

"We both know that all four of us fit on the bed together just fine."

"No, it was better this way. It's only the first day of school, Matty. We made the schedule for a reason."

"Well you made the schedule for a reason."

"I did. I need to focus on my studies."

"I know you do." I held up a hand to forestall further comment. "I get it. Really, I do, and even if you think I apologize too much, I'll say sorry again for making you think I don't understand how important your career is to you. I do understand."

"It's not that I don't love you."

"I know you do."

"I just can't let love distract me more than it already does. If I'd gone to bed with the three of you last night, I would've woken up horny this morning and maybe it would've been me screaming my bloody head off instead of Neevie."

"You say that like it's a bad thing. Poor Belle would've had to slurp the creampie out of your sodden cunt instead of Neevie's."

Sam pursed her lips, rubbed her thighs together, and sighed. "Don't be mean."

"Sorry."

"Again with the 'sorrys'." My Aussie girlfriend rolled her eyes at me with exasperated mirth. "I'd be upstairs right now with the two of them, still getting dressed and putting my face on instead of having breakfast ready."

"We'd have managed. Or we could've set an early alarm."

Sam shook her head. "I'd have spent all morning floating on a cloud of post-orgasmic blissful pleasure, daydreaming about what it felt like to have your thickness filling me up to bursting, instead of paying attention to the lecture. Please don't undermine my goals on the very first day of college."

I held my hands up and then zipped my lips, signaling my silence.

"I'll make it up to you this afternoon. I promise."

"There's nothing to 'make up'," I assured her. "In fact: I promise to make it up to you."

Sam smiled warmly. "Looking forward to it. Seriously, though, I need to get to class. It's clear across campus," she continued in that mildly regretful tone. "So let me feed you all and get outta here, right?"

"Too right," I replied, nodding my acceptance but unable to stop looking mournful about it.

"Don't give me that look of disappointment," she scolded again. "Not after you just rolled off two of my best friends."

I laughed and shook my head. "I'll forever be a little disappointed and miss you whenever you have to leave, but don't feel bad about it. I can be patient. This afternoon, tomorrow, next week, whenever: I'll always be waiting for you right here whenever you have time to come back to me."

"I know you will, and it means the world to me."

Smiling, I stepped forward to grab Sam's tight 'arse' and give it another meaty squeeze while bending over to peck her lips lightly. And then I told her quite sincerely, "I love you. Never forget that."

She softened immediately, warm brown eyes aglow. "I love you, too."

****

Sam had just finished laying out 'brekkie' when Belle and Naimh arrived downstairs, freshly dressed with hair and makeup done and ready to start their days. Sam grabbed her side bag, waved goodbye to the girls, and then rushed out the door.

Naimh played footsie with me beneath the dining table while Belle reached over to rub my thigh, but neither girl tried to start up another sex session or anything. The three of us then grabbed our bags and left the house, walking together as we headed for campus.

The sidewalks were narrow so that only one girl could hold my hand and walk alongside me at a time. In certain places, one of us would even have to slide behind the other for a few steps. Without ever verbalizing such an agreement, Naimh had taken to holding my hand from the house until we reached the campus itself while Belle followed behind us. But when Naimh had to split off to the Biology buildings westward while Belle and I turned eastward towards Chemistry and Engineering, respectively, my redheaded girlfriend gave me a quick kiss and then bounced away while Belle happily slid her small hand into mine for the journey that remained.

My little Annabelle was adorably cute today with her strawberry-blonde hair up in a Heidi braid. She wore a form-fitting white and silver t-shirt that exposed several inches of flat belly whenever she raised her arms, and navy-blue shorts with the hems rolled up to be even shorter on her lithe legs. Knee-high socks and mismatched Converse Chuck Taylor All-Stars, one in red and one in blue, finished off her teenybopper coed look.

We walked hand-in-hand through the verdant greenscapes of the campus, chatting about... whatever. Belle led the conversation, animatedly changing topics on a whim depending on whatever popped into her pretty little head, ranging from a bird that crossed our path to something funny Sam had said over the weekend to the latest celebrity gossip she knew I didn't care about to a restaurant recommendation one of her classmates had suggested we try this coming weekend. She'd been leading randomly-shifting conversations like that for our entire lives since we'd been three-year-olds playing in her backyard. Even as we grew older and formed the BTC she'd do the same with each of the other girls - including the four special girls we used to have these conversations with but no longer. I found myself reminded of my dream about them this morning and started to feel melancholy again. Still, I made every effort to keep my attention on Belle, contributing perhaps thirty percent of the conversation to her seventy percent, just the way she liked it.