The Big Tits Club Pt. 02 Ch. 03-04

-- CHAPTER 3: E10 --

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-- SEPTEMBER --

A stray beam of sunlight woke me up. The curtains had been shut, but there was a half-inch of space between them, and at this very time on this very date, the sun's rays came through at just the right angle to hit me right in the eyes.

The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against her back, covered only by a thin layer of cotton. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the large bare breast I was currently palming. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into the cleft of her bare-naked ass. And breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her platinum-blonde hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.

I remained like that for a good several minutes, just enjoying the feel of my girlfriend's warm body spooned up against mine. It was just the two of us now, although all four of us had made love together last night. I could still remember the sight of Sam and Neevie taking turns licking up every last drop of creamy jism from Belle's perky buttcheeks before circling around the bed to share their found gold with Matty's Little Cumslut through tongue-filled kisses.

But Belle and Neevie had left me and Sam alone after that, and my busty blonde bombshell and I had spooned up last night in positions nearly identical to the ones we were in this morning. We were both tired from the rigors and responsibilities of the school day, and Sam started drifting off to sleep almost immediately. But I'd sprung another boner rubbing my crotch against the blonde's bubble butt, and after giving me a smirk and a sweet kiss over her shoulder, Sam told me to go ahead and slip it into her from behind.

She didn't orgasm from that last lovemaking session, nor did she really need to. My loving girlfriend's body was wet and willing and happy to let her loving boyfriend take his pleasure even as her consciousness slipped. And after I finally bit down gently on her neck and clutched both of her big tits in my palms while I groaned and spent myself deep within her welcoming womb, Sam simply rubbed my cheek and then closed her eyes to surrender herself to Dreamland before I'd even gone soft inside her.

And we were still joined together when my consciousness left me as well.

I'd clearly slipped out of her soaked snatch sometime in the night, but my rock-hard, refreshed erection was eager to get back inside. When I subtly tested the waters with my fingertips, I found her still slickened from last night's final load. So it was a simple matter for me to swab the tip of my prick through her increasingly wet furrow to spread out her natural lubrication as well as get my mushroom head coated. She then unknowingly helped me out when she moaned in her sleep and rolled forward a bit, raising her right knee and opening herself up a little wider.

"Holy SHIT!" Sam gasped as she abruptly awoke the moment my fat cock invaded her primed pussy. Her right hand shot back and grabbed my thigh in surprise, her fingernails digging into my skin just a bit as I swiftly and smoothly shoved inch after inch of steel-hard schlong into her succulent snatch like a hot knife through warm butter.

"Good morning, my love," I murmured from just above her right cheek, still on my knees as my surprise insertion twisted her a bit so that our two bodies formed a narrow X-shape. And I flexed my dick inside her for emphasis.

"Nnnggghhh," she groaned, closing her eyes and soaking in the sensations for a moment. I kept myself at full-depth, lightly grinding my hips to give us both a little extra stimulation. And eventually she managed to catch her breath and sigh in supreme satisfaction before looking back at me over her shoulder with a smile. "Morning, Matty..."

I leaned over to kiss her, and her arm came up around my head and neck to hold me close. We both moaned as we made love to each other with our mouths, her tongue coming out to tease mine as our passion built and built. Tendrils of electricity shot through my body, fully awakening all of my muscles and limbs. And by the time we finally had to break apart to catch our breaths, I felt supercharged and ready to FUCK.

So I FUCKED her.

I fucked her HARD.

Lying on her left side with her right leg out of the way, the busty blonde was helpless to do much but let me have my way with her. At first I planted my hands flat on the mattress and concentrated on contracting my abdominals while flexing my feet to really drive myself deep. My strikingly gorgeous girlfriend whimpered and moaned beneath my assault, at least until she started to get used to the sensations again and turned her face to smile up at me.

The warmth and love in her eyes invited a kiss, so I quickly grabbed her right leg and swept it in front of me to roll the comely coed onto her back without dislodging my dick from her tight teenage twat. Now in a missionary position and intimately joined face-to-face, I nuzzled my lover's nose with mine while she cooed quite cutely. And after a few moments of teasing while she whimpered with need to taste me, I finally closed the gap between us and poured out the energy of my love through our connected lips.

Time slowed to a crawl for both of us. We remained intimately enjoined together as close as two human beings can ever be, and not just physically. Even after our lips parted, our eyes remained locked together, both of us gazing into the infinite depths of each other's soul. Every inch of my skin felt alive, tingling with sensation and stirred by the gentle stroking of her hands and fingertips up and down my back.

I smiled at her. She smiled at me. And the energy and love we felt for each other set her irises aflame.

I felt... incredible.

She looked incredible.

We... together... were incredible.

Sam grinned at me, her expression telling me she was ready to kick it up a notch again. I reached down to hook both of my forearms beneath her legs, hoisting them up and to the sides in a wide V-shape so that her feet were pointed to the sides of the headboard. My busty blonde girlfriend was folded in half beneath my heavy weight, just waiting to be ravaged...

... and then I fucked her HARD again.

Planting my hands flat on the mattress beside her hips, my fixed forearms did the work of keeping her legs at bay. For a minute Sam helped me out by grabbing her own ankles and holding them back for me in a wide diamond shape while I repeatedly stabbed straight down into her sucking snatch.

But eventually she let go of her ankles, grabbed my head instead, and yanked it down to hers. My happy, horny girlfriend gave me a fierce kiss, practically gnawing on my lips as she humped her hips upwards to try and meet my heavy hammer-thrusts. Sam was going delirious with pleasure, and while I may not have made her cum last night before we fell asleep, I certainly made it up to her this morning as she came not once but twice, screaming her satisfaction into my ear loud enough to wake up the whole house.

I had started to tire after pounding her to those two climaxes, but Sam's orgasms merely fueled her. After I collapsed onto her chest and gasped for breath, she bit down on my ear, clutched me with all four limbs, and still humped herself against my fat cock from beneath my dead weight. But that only lasted for a minute or so before she pushed me off her and then rolled after me, straddling my hips and then sinking herself straight down onto my stiff shaft.

Planting both hands atop her head, the buxom blonde thrust her big boobs forward and made those juicy Double-Ds bounce and bobble right in front of my face. I started salivating at the sight of them, mesmerized by the jiggly jugs. But before I could summon the strength to sit up and bury my nose into her bountiful bosom, the busty beauty bent over to flatten my face beneath her bodacious breasts.

I didn't love Sam just because she had the biggest boobs in The BTC, but they didn't hurt. Well, the impact of her titanic tits against my face did hurt just a little bit, but it was a good kind of hurt. If I had to go, death by humongous honkers would definitely be a good way of going. I grabbed onto those marvelously massive melons and motorboated myself amongst her fantastic flesh. And then I opened my mouth to taste her tender teats and nuzzle each knocker-nub.

My gorgeous girlfriend giggled as she gently grasped my gourd against her ginormous gazongas, gently gyrating around my jolly joystick. I grabbed onto her amazing ass and guided her movements, really carving the inner walls of her cunt around my concrete cock. And when I finally set my head back down onto the mattress, Sam sat up and smiled down at me with a satisfied smirk while pausing for a few seconds before starting up the next phase of our fucking.

"Do you wanna fuck my tits?" she asked with a faux-innocent face as if there was any way in the world I'd ever say 'no'.

I growled in lieu of giving her an intelligible answer, seizing Sam's hips in my hands and rolling us both over. As soon as I got the buxom blonde situated flat on her back, I was quick to straddle her chest and lay the column of my cock into the valley of her cleavage. Sam did the honors of mashing her mouthwatering mammaries around my meat while I grabbed onto the top of the headboard. And then I flexed my glutes and crunched my abs to make short, stabbing thrusts through her tunnel of titflesh, groaning in ecstasy while watching the incredibly erotic sight of my stiff schlong slipping back and forth through the supple smoothness of Sam's stupendous sweater-stretchers.

"Fffuuuccckkk, Saaammm..." I grunted, rapidly scaling the heights of satisfaction as I shafted my... uh... shaft through her golden globes.

"Cum on me, Matty..." my personal pretty princess pleaded, gazing up at me adoringly with amazing eyes full of amber flame. "Cover my face with your liquid love."

"SSSAAAMMM!!!" I cried out as I stabbed forward one final time, feeling her heavenly hooters hugging every last inch of my rod until the front end of it opened up and shot out a single spurt of scalding semen that splashed against Sam's chin.

My girlfriend quickly released her grip of her own globes and snatched up my shaft in hand, rapidly pumping my prick while angling it upwards so that the subsequent shots splattered against her forehead, the bridge of her nose, and across her gaping mouth. A few shots squirted inside, and as my hips sagged forward, Sam captured my cockhead between her lips. And while I held the headboard with white knuckles, I let my pelvis push forward until my prick pressed up against the entrance of her throat, firing a few final jets of jizz into the back of my blonde beauty's mouth.

Even after I had finished cumming, Sam kept her grip on my ass tight to keep her face full of my turgid tool. She groaned and I swear she had another orgasm of her own at the mental high of her loving boyfriend finding his pleasure from her body. I certainly knew that -I- always got a mental high knowing that she found her pleasure from mine. And even when I started to retract myself out and to give her some space to breathe, she never quite let me out of her mouth, panting for breath with a couple of inches of cock resting atop her tongue before she sealed her lips around my shaft and sedately kept sucking on my schlong like it was her favorite binkie.

But eventually she had to let go of my ass and let me pull out completely. Rather than sit back atop her chest, I swung a leg over her body and did a backwards pivot to drop into a seated position beside her, my back against the headboard. Sam panted for breath beside me, eyes a little glassy and a dreamy smile on her cum-covered face. And it was only after I'd been grinning down at her for a minute that she finally recovered enough to look up at me with a pleasantly satisfied grin of her own.

"Mmm... I love the way you wake me up in the mornings," she murmured in a tone of deep satisfaction.

"I love waking up next to you, period," I replied in a tone just as deeply satisfied.

"I love being next to you, period."

"I love you, period."

"I love y-- Oh, shit. Is that the time?!" Sam sputtered. Mid-response, she'd dropped her gaze past my belly and over to the nightstand clock. And suddenly she was a whirling dervish of action as she rolled off my bed and scampered straight out the door stark naked, the wonderful jiggle of her bubble butt disappearing from view. I heard her duck into the adjacent upstairs bathroom and turn on the shower, and only then did I check the clock myself.

It wasn't late exactly, but it was certainly later than Sam's typical school day schedule. Only then did it really sink in that today was a Wednesday and that Sam wasn't actually supposed to spend the night with me last night.

The four of us slept together on Friday nights and Sam would get me all to herself on Saturday nights: that was the plan. But my three girlfriends and I had gone back home for the weekend to visit with the other four members of The BTC one last time before Zofi had to fly off to Princeton and both Alice and Mari headed down south to start their college life at UCLA and Caltech, respectively. The eight of us had enjoyed that time together immensely, but it also meant that Sam never got her one-on-one night with me, and she hadn't done so in over a week. So after last night's foursome, when both Belle and Naimh teamed up to suggest Sam stay with me, it hadn't taken much convincing to get her to agree to fall asleep in my arms.

But now she was paying the price, so when Sam rushed back into the room after a quick splash 'n dash shower and started hunting around for her clothes, I was quick to apologize, "I'm sorry for making you late. I should've reset my alarm to an earlier time."

Sam smiled at me while she bounced around the room half rubbing herself down (all over) with a towel as fast as she could while simultaneously snatching up articles of clothing with her massive melons jiggling and juggling every which way, which made me just a bit dizzy trying to take in every inch of her incredible naked body all at once. "You still apologize too much. It's not your fault that I'm late; I'm a big girl who can take responsibility for my own decisions."

"Still," I began with a wince, "I wonder if it wouldn't have been better for me to wake you up and kick you out of my bed rather than push myself into you while you were still sleeping."

"Oh, Matty..." Shaking her head with a rueful grin, Sam crawled onto the bed and bent to give me a deep kiss. She moaned and twisted her tongue up with mine, clearly enjoying the intimate embrace. And when she finally pulled back with a sigh, she shook her head and said, "Spending the night in your arms was... incredible, and I wouldn't have traded this morning for the world. I loved the way you woke me up. I love you."

"I love you too," I replied warmly.

"So don't worry about me. I'm a little behind schedule, yes, but I'll manage." She flashed me a playful smirk. "You'll have to sort out your own brekkie though, hmm?"

I chuckled and parroted back, "I'll manage."

"Good on ya, but I gotta run." She scrambled off the bed and scampered for the door, exclaiming over her shoulder, "Love you, Matty!"

"Love you too!" I called after her.

And as I heard her steps thunder down the stair treads, I sat back in bed and started to relax.

Things would be alright.

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As it turned out, I didn't need to sort out my own brekkie. Naimh had planned ahead, realizing that Sam would likely end up behind schedule after spending the night with me, so she'd gotten up early to make breakfast for everyone. She'd even pre-made a spinach and egg omelet wrap and a travel mug of coffee for Sam to just grab and go.

Both of my remaining girlfriends were already at the dining table when I arrived, and I felt like quite the pampered royal taking a seat to find everything already laid out for me. Naimh played footsie with me beneath the 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.

Per our normal Monday/Wednesday routine, Naimh held my hand for the walk from our house onto campus while Belle followed behind us. When we reached our usual intersection, my redheaded girlfriend gave me a quick kiss and then bounced away towards the Biology buildings while Belle happily slid her small hand into mine for the journey that remained. The Engineering buildings were first, so when we reached my classroom, my petite "little sister" jumped up into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist so she could give me a passionate French kiss. I let her snog me for a minute before relaxing my grip as a signal for her to put her feet down. And then I patted her ass while she flashed me a pixie wink and then spun around to head off towards Chemistry.

I walked into the auditorium-style lecture hall and sauntered down the steps to my usual seat on the aisle in the fourth row, nodding silently to the familiar faces of my classmates. We were settling into our third week of school so I knew most of the ones who sat close to me by name now, although I hadn't gone out of my way to make close friends with any of them and the seat beside me remained open.

Professor Dussander, a stodgy old graybeard who taught Engineering 10: Engineering Design and Analysis, stood at the lectern fielding pre-class questions from students. I busied myself taking out my notebook and glancing at my notes from Monday's class while the babbling conversations of the other freshmen around me created a blanket of omnipresent white noise.

That omnipresent white noise was so familiar to me that its sudden absence caught my attention as the freshman hushed and the sound of high heels rhythmically striking individual stair treads replaced it. I glanced up and found that Professor Dussander was still patiently talking to the students in front of him, so I realized that we weren't about to start the lecture or anything. Only then did I glance back over my shoulder and discover the source of those high-heel strikes.

She was a beautiful, busty bombshell with honey-blonde hair pinned up in a no-nonsense bun save for two long tendrils framing her face: what would've been termed 'slut strands' were she a snowboarder. Rectangular glasses perched on her dainty nose, neatly framing her bright-blue irises. And she was dressed in a well-tailored black suit jacket and skirt combo that would've fit right alongside the ones currently in Sam's closet.

Murmurs followed about six rows behind her like the trailing wake of a sleek boat racing across the bay as she strutted up to the front of the class and straight up to the professor. The doddering old codger didn't even notice her approach and continued conversing with the two students before him until they both went silent and gawked at the gorgeous newcomer. Only then did he finally turn and smile, nodding as if he expected her. And a moment later he dismissed the two students and called the rest of the class to attention while the beautiful blonde remained standing beside him.

"As some of you know, Jerome unfortunately had to take a leave of absence. As such, we will have a new Teaching Assistant for the rest of the semester," Professor D announced in his typically loud but somewhat quavering voice. "This is Skylar Sutcliffe, currently in the second year of her PhD program, and she will be taking over as of today. Miss Sutcliff will be emailing all of you with her contact information and office hours schedule after class. Please turn in all of your assignments to her the same way you were turning them into Jerome. Are there any questions?"