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

I realized that pulling my hand away would feel like a rejection, but I also didn't want to lead her on. Lily had been a regular presence in my college life for a few weeks now, and I considered her "a friend" even if not hale aikāne just yet. I still didn't know yet where this relationship was going - I knew Belle had pitched her on joining The BTC 2.0 harem but I'd also made clear I wasn't looking for additional romantic complications beyond the three girlfriends I already had - but could also tell that Lily and I would need to sit down together at some point without the others around and make sure we were on the same page lest somebody's feelings get hurt.

But not right now or anything. Later. We could talk later.

In the meantime, I merely gave Lily a warm smile and then turned my gaze to the TV. My palm I let stay cupped around her breast, lightly squeezing it. I felt the texture of her pebbly nipple between my fingertips and couldn't help but use a fingernail to give it the lightest scratch. I felt Lily shiver beneath my touch and then giggle, most likely while shooting a glance at Belle. And it was with that thought in mind that I glanced over at my impish pixie and found her giving Lily a not-so-subtle double-thumbs-up with a shit-eating grin.

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"So? Eventful day today?" Naimh asked as she came into my bedroom wearing a diaphanous lace peignoir in emerald-green that matched her eyes. She wore black thong panties beneath but no bra, and I could see her pale pink areolas shifting beneath the lace as she walked. "New blonde hottie checking you out and then Lily putting a move on you on the couch earlier?"

I arched an eyebrow. "I wouldn't call it 'eventful'. Lily's been flirting with me for days now and it almost feels like high school again with one of the original BTC girls 'practicing' with the safe guy she hopefully knows won't take advantage of her." I mimed the air quotes around 'practicing'.

"And we all know you eventually ended up fucking all of the original BTC girls who had been 'practicing' with you." She mimed the air quotes as well while sliding onto the bed alongside me. "Or do you really think Lily will settle for nothing more than a boob massage?"

"I make no assumptions about where this thing with Lily is going," I repeated. "The same as I made no assumptions about Alice, Mari, Zofi, or anyone else. Actually, the only one I was ever completely sure about was you, because you made your intentions VERY clear."

"VERY clear," Naimh affirmed with sparkling emerald eyes and puckered lips.

"So clear I predict that my gorgeous girlfriend is gonna give me a great big kiss in three... two... one..."

Naimh giggled as I drew her into my arms, and we lost ourselves in making out for a minute. She took the dominant position, parking my head on a pillow and pressing down to direct our liplock while the fingernails of her right hand scratched my bare chest. But when she pulled back, I resumed the conversation right where we'd left off.

"Lily may ultimately decide she doesn't want to do anything further with me, and if so that's totally fine." I shrugged noncommittally. "And if she does want to continue further, well... The egotistical horndog inside me wants to fuck everything with a pair of tits, sure, but I didn't come here looking to rack up a high score. I very much value quality over quantity, and I've tried to make clear that my top priority in all this is maintaining - and growing - my relationships with the three of you. If I ever start to believe moving things forward with Lily will compromise any of that, I'm going to have to find a way to gently let her down."

Naimh nodded slowly. "I've seen the way you managed the seven of us before. I'm pretty sure you can handle four, and maybe even five if Eva shows any interest."

I pursed my lips and regarded my girlfriend steadily. "Shouldn't you prefer I keep things platonic with Lily and Eva? As it stands, this is your first one-on-one night with me since last week. We're supposed to be making an effort to spend more quality time together outside the bedroom. So why on earth would you want me to add any additional girls to my intimate life when you're already sharing me with Sam and Belle?"

Naimh frowned. "It's not that I want you to add additional girls to your intimate life. Confession time: I did feel a flareup of jealousy when I realized Skylar was checking you out at the café."

I rolled my eyes. "Skylar was NOT checking me out at the café. She was just trying to sort out whether or not I was a two-timing jerk after seeing me with you at the lunch table a couple hours after seeing Belle shove her tongue down my throat."

"You're such a boy." Naimh smirked and gave a wry shake of her head. "YES, Matty. Skylar WAS checking you out."

"No she wasn't."

"Yes she was. A girl can tell."

I pursed my lips and frowned. "But why would she?"

"Why wouldn't she? You're handsome and tall. She said you spoke up a few times in class so she knows you're smart and have a measure of confidence. And you're evidently a good enough catch to be with not one, but two beautiful young babes. It's basic biology."

"Biology? I'm not following."

"You're a male. You're hardwired to propagate your genetic code by fertilizing as many females as you can and produce offspring that will continue your hereditary line. This also means defending the females you consider to be 'yours' from being fertilized by any rival males and thus preventing you from propagating your genetic code - not to mention spending your limited time and resources raising another male's progeny." Naimh grinned. "Females, on the other hand, are hardwired to seek the strongest male with the most resources who can not only protect her, but also provide her with offspring and subsequently protect said offspring until they reach maturity. Hence all the gold-diggers in the world."

"I think that's an oversimplification."

"Well, less-developed species follow this basic genetic instinct more strictly than homo sapiens, sure. And humans like to think they've evolved to think and reason beyond such primordial programming, but the basic programming is still there. You're a catch, Matty, and Skylar knows it."

"I'm a lowly freshman dweeb and she's an older grad student. I'm not a catch."

"Matty, m'love: you're a catch," Naimh insisted. "Exactly how many nymphomaniac girlfriends begging you to stick it in their arses will it take to drill that into your skull?"

I frowned. "So what happens when you see some other guy who is taller, stronger, and richer than me? Someone who would be better able to protect and provide for your eventual offspring? Are you gonna feel some primordial instinct to leave me for him?"

"Pssht, no. I love you, Matty," she said sincerely. "And I'm in a great situation, not only with you but also with such great friends in Sam and Belle. I have a path to my Happily Ever After with you and with them. I'm not gonna risk that on some unknown quantity. Besides..."

Naimh had been lightly scratching my chest, but as her voice trailed off, she slid her right hand down into my pajama pants and wrapped her cool fingers around my limp prick. She started by tickling my balls and then squeezing my now semi-hard shaft. And after scooting down the bed a bit, she tugged my waistband down to my upper thighs, began pumping her hand up and down my rapidly expanding rod, and then gave my mushroom head a quick kiss.

"Besides..." she continued, "I already know this cock is in the top one percent of all cocks on the planet. I'm never gonna find anything better than this."

And then she promptly ducked her head down, surrounding my shaft with her warm and wet mouth, pushing herself all the way down until the first few inches sank into her throat.

I groaned and slipped my fingers into her lustrous copper hair. Naimh moaned and bobbed her head up and down a few times, audibly slurping. And then after a few practice plunges, she deep-throated me completely, sealing her lips around the very base of my big dick.

"Fuuuuck, Neevie," I groaned. "That always feels amazing..."

She popped off a moment later, still stroking my shaft and smiling at me with my cockhead between us. "I'll bet Skylar's fingering herself in bed right now fantasizing about doing exactly what I'm doing right now."

"Ugh, back to Skylar again?"

"I have you, Matty. And I have no need or interest in ever finding myself another man but you," Naimh told me matter-of-factly. "But Skylar was checking you out because she's single. She doesn't have a strong male to love and protect her, so she's driven by that primordial instinct to find a quality man, even if he's already taken. With her good looks and stature, I wouldn't be surprised if a beour like that had already stolen a man once or twice in her life."

I frowned. "Are you worried she's gonna somehow steal me?"

"Not at all. I was very propah 'bout mahkin' me terra'tree wit'ya."

I chuckled and reached down to rub her cheek. "I love it when your thickened accent slips in."

"Som'thin else is thick'nin that I wanna slip in..." Naimh grinned, deep-throated me again, and bobbed her head up and down a few times before pulling off and then getting up onto all fours. She quickly slipped her thong panties down and then crawled forward, parking herself in position directly over my hips. And without further ceremony, she held my cock erect and then sank herself down. "Mmmm... yyyeeeaaahhh..."

I groaned as her exquisite slice of heaven surrounded my stiff schlong.

"Mine," Naimh claimed while clenching her cunt around my cock, her emerald eyes glittering.

"Just yours?"

She giggled, an action that did wonderful things to her inner muscles surrounding my shaft. "Well, mine and Belle's and Sam's. And maybe Lily's. And maybe Eva's."

"But not Skylar's."

She gave me a curious look. "Do YOU wanna fuck Skylar?"

"No, no, of course not." I focused on unbolting my girlfriend's peignoir and then parting the two halves so that I could slide my palms up her midsection and then cup her fantastic, freckled breasts. Focusing my gaze on the Irish beauty's face, I stated sincerely, "I was just trying to make clear to you that I have no interest in hooking up with anyone beyond the girls who are already in my life."

"Yet." Naimh grinned. "Anyone beyond the girls who are already in your life yet. It's still early in the school year, Matty. We happened to blunder into Lily and Eva the first day we moved in. There's still plenty of time for us to meet really nice girls who can eventually become part of The BTC 2.0."

I raised my eyebrows. "There's still plenty of time to meet really handsome guys who just might measure up to that one percent you were talking about earlier."

My girlfriend frowned at me. "Do you really think I could ever fall for another man but you?"

"I don't want to think you ever could, but like you said: it's still early in the school year."

Naimh looked hurt. "Do you really have such little faith in me?"

"No, no. It's not that. I do have faith in you. I was just trying to say that none of us can truly know what the future holds."

"Well -I- know what my future holds," Naimh stated emphatically, leaning forward to plant both hands on my shoulders. Her eyes blazed with green fire as she stared down at me, flaming hot and yet icy cold in their intensity, so magnetic that I didn't even notice her pendulous breasts swaying between us.

Rather than ask a stupid question, I merely arched my eyebrows and waited.

"My future is with you, Matty. Our roots are permanently entwined, and it's inconceivable that we should ever part. We're young and we've just barely started college, I know. But I'd marry you tomorrow morning if you'd have me. We're past breathless excitement now. I still feel erotic passion for you, sure, but my love is NOT defined by passion any longer. 'Being in love' has burned away. Love itself is what I feel, and I feel it only for you."

"I love you too, Neevie," I told her sincerely.

Naimh's emerald-green eyes flared in answer as she grinned and then kissed me, pouring all of her heart and passion into me through her mouth. I could feel her desperation. But I could also feel her love.

Her taste filled my lips.

Her scent filled my nose.

My world exploded... like a supernova... and for a moment my universe was blanketed in endless white.

When the world came back to me, I found myself rolling over. I blinked and suddenly found myself on top of her, my Irish redheaded girlfriend's lush body splayed out before me. Our loins had become disjoined, but she had her arms around my neck and her legs were spread open wide. And she stared up at me with infinite pools of endless adoration in her eyes, beckoning me within.

"I'm yours forever, Matty," she crooned with a pleading tone. "Come claim me."

And then I thrust.

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The six of us had just finished dinner on Friday evening when the doorbell rang... and then rang again... and then rang again.

We were all still seated around the dining table (the weather had sharply cooled off) and the girls were discussing what movie we should watch for our regular Friday night hang-out. Lily was stealing doe-eyed looks at me clearly looking forward to repeating Wednesday evening's couch cuddle and feeling my hand on her bare breast again.

When the bell rang a fourth time I pushed my chair back to get up and go see who was at the door, eyebrows furrowed in thought as I wondered who it might be. Sam also pushed her chair back and wordlessly followed me into the short hallway.

I flipped on the porchlight, checked the peephole, and then suddenly jerked my head back in surprise. I then hastily flipped open the deadbolt and unhooked the chain lock before twisting the doorknob and yanking the door open.

Hollister "Holly" Thompson in all her effervescent glory thrust both arms up into the air, cheering enthusiastically...

"What up, bitches?!?"

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-- CHAPTER 4: Leeloo --

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"What up, bitches?!?"

The effervescently energetic teen girl wearing a black beret over her vibrantly orange hair - like Leeloo Dallas orange - stood on the front porch with both arms thrust up into the air. She was dressed in a white tank top that featured prominent protrusions where her erect nipples were flashing headlights at me, an orange mini-skirt, and black combat boots. And she gave me a saucy look that plainly said, 'I'm here to fuckin' mount you.'

Oh, were you not expecting Holly? Yeah, neither was I, but the only NBG who hadn't flown off to college still lived at home (only an hour's drive away) while attending San Jose State, so it made sense that she'd be available to stop by The BTC's new digs every now and again.

But as much as I might've wanted to, I didn't dare hope she'd become a frequent visitor. Throughout the entire time that I'd known her, Holly had been a social butterfly who changed cliques as often as she changed her hair color, which was pretty dang often. She was quick-witted and outgoing, the type who could walk up to random strangers at a party, breezily strike up a conversation, and leave them fifteen minutes later feeling glad they came and wishing she'd stayed. It helped that she was really, really pretty: possessing a fit figure furnished with a pair of firm 34D tits that she was always showing off. The last time I'd seen her at our little farewell party for the three departing BTC girls with Zofi starting orientation and Alice and Mari leaving a little early to set up their new pads, Holly had said she was already making plenty of new friends and was happy with her new social order.

Like I said, though: I wasn't expecting her. Sam, on the other hand, seemed to have been expecting her, because my blonde girlfriend squeezed me against her side, pecked my cheek, and squealed excitedly, "Surpriiise!"

I briefly gawked at Sam while she clearly enjoyed my shell-shocked expression, but then immediately returned my attention to Holly as she bounced right up to me.

"Hiii, Matty..." the orange-haired girl flashed me a sparkling white smile that made me fall in love with her all over again as she seductively sashayed through the doorway, wrapped her arms around my neck, and then planted a ferociously passionate kiss right on my lips, moaning in rapturous delight. And when she pulled back a minute later, her lower lip quivered oh-so-cutely while she bowed her head and murmured seductively, "May Personal Slut please have Master's big dick plunging in and out of all three of her tight little holes tonight? Pretty please?"

She then grabbed my thickening package right there in the doorway, rubbing it aggressively while leaning in to bite my ear and gnaw on it hungrily. And all I could groan in response was, "Ohhh, fuck yeah..."

Giggling, Holly grabbed my hand and started dragging me down the hallway before making a hard right turn and then racing up the stairs. I followed her tight, round ass encased in that orange miniskirt up each of the treads, already imagining all the raunchy, depraved things I was going to do... to her.

And it was only after I slammed the door behind us, grabbed my ex-girlfriend around her waist, and vaulted us onto the bed that I realized Lily had yelped something from the living room as Holly and I were hustling upstairs, "Who the hell was THAT?"

And Eva had immediately replied in a sardonic tone, "I believe she said her name was 'Personal Slut'."

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Personal Slut made little "glug, glug" noises while I pounded my way in and out of her throat. She stared up at me with scintillating hazel eyes, her elbows pointed out to the sides and both hands atop her orange-haired head. I kept my left palm atop her hands to keep them pinned, although she certainly could've pulled them away if she really wanted. My right palm cupped the back of her head as a handhold to repeatedly yank her face towards my thrusting pelvis with every deep-dick plunge.

The sight was so intoxicatingly erotic that I felt my control slip for a moment and I nearly lost my load. I trapped Holly's head against my crotch at full-depth with both hands, keeping my dick embedded all the way down her throat while she groaned and let her eyes roll up into her head, acting as if she were savoring the most heavenly chocolate cake imaginable. And only when I felt that urge to spurt subsiding did I release my grip and pull myself all the way out of her mouth.

Holly gasped for oxygen and looked a little shaky for a minute. When I pulled my hand off the top of her head, she allowed her hands to flop down to the floor and planted her palms out in front of her lest she collapse. But there was no mistaking the silly grin of happiness on her face.

"Lie back on the bed, Personal Slut. Master wants to eat you," I commanded.

"But Personal Slut wants to feel Master's cock deep inside her now," she whimpered.

I grinned and shook my head in the negative. "Master wants to taste your sweetness. Last weekend he never got the chance with all of the other girls to attend to."

Holly smirked at the truth in that. It was simply reality that whenever we started adding more and more girls to the mix, the ladies always wound up getting eaten out by each other much more often than by me. So with an obedient nod, she stood up off the floor and backed her way onto the bed before lying down and spreading her knees to the sides.

We'd started with a hot-and-heavy makeout session with me on top, shoving her white tank-top up above her braless tits so I could fondle away while we tangled tongues. I returned to doing that now, possessively claiming control of Personal Slut's mouth and forcing her to play tonsil hockey in defense of her throat while my fingers manhandled her boobs, but it was only for a minute before I slid back down to kneel on the floor and park my face in my Personal Slut's pussy.