The Big Tits Club Ch. 01-04

So no, I didn't feel the need to wear a Tarzan outfit just to give the girls easier access to jerking me off. I was getting plenty of action without the loincloth, thank you very much.

Looking in the mirror, I finished making sure my hair was in place and took a step backward, looking at the full picture of my generic Star Wars Jedi costume. Checking that my lightsaber was clipped to my belt, I nodded to Belle. "Let's go pick up the others."

Luckily, I only had three stops as Mari had gone over to Alice's house, and Zofi had gone to Sam's place. It took about thirty minutes to collect everyone and another ten to drive to the party. I parallel parked on the curb about six houses away, everyone got out, and then we spent another five minutes making sure everyone's costume looked alright. Belle took a while to get her structured bustle in place under her dress.

The party itself was fine. The host was an old friend of Sam's and Zofi's that the rest of us at least knew in passing. There was pretty good music, a couple of kegs, and an eclectic mix of people from a variety of social cliques at school. Nobody got crazy drunk. Nobody started a fight. The police didn't get called for a noise complaint. In short, it was nothing like you've seen in the movies.

The only real change of plans came in the form of the designated driver. Over and over again someone passing out red solo cups offered me a beer, which I politely declined by holding up my car keys. No biggie, no pressure. But after the first hour, Belle nudged me and said, "Hey, why don't you go ahead. I haven't had a drop tonight and don't really feel like drinking. I can drive everybody home."

"You sure?" I asked. Belle didn't own a car, but she still had her driver's license.

"Yeah, no problem." She gave me a warm smile, and I leaned over to peck her cheek in thanks.

I still didn't get drunk or anything, but I had enough to get a good buzz going. Admittedly, my inhibitions were lowered a little and I started to get a little more affectionate with the BTC girls than I would have otherwise been, not that they seemed to mind. After all, I was the club's official boyfriend, right? Nobody else at the party seemed to bat an eyelash when I gave Sam a kiss, or pulled Mari into my lap, or even when I grabbed Belle's ass. It just looked so fucking perky and cute, just like the rest of her.

Well, -I- minded (a little bit) that I had grabbed Belle's ass, and that was my cue to myself to stop drinking.

I was still feeling warm and fuzzy when the party started to wind down and we began collecting all the girls together. Belle, Mari, Alice and I had already been hanging out together for the most part, although I'd spent time with each of the others as well. We found Sam, Zofi, and Naimh together with some of the other "pretty and popular chicks", let them say their goodbyes, and everyone piled back into my van, this time with Belle in the driver's seat.

It took close to an hour to run everyone back to their own house, with five stops this time instead of three. By the time Belle parked the minivan in my garage, the alcohol buzz was wearing off but I was feeling pretty sleepy, bracing my elbow against the windowsill with my cheek against my open palm.

"C'mon, big guy," Belle muttered as she opened the front passenger door from the outside and I nearly fell into her arms. She propped me up and complained, "You're too heavy for me to carry upstairs."

With a sleepy nod, I stumbled out of the van but yawned, stretched, and managed to walk under my own power to the door into the house. Belle followed, her hand on my hip as a guide while I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. She walked with me all the way into my bedroom where I turned around, sat down on my bed, and then dropped flat on my back. I may have started snoring.

Belle's musical laugh stirred me awake, and she asked, "You gonna just go to sleep in your costume?"

"Mmm-hmm," I mumbled. "Think I drank more than I thought."

"I think it's grammatically impossible to think more than you thought."

I frowned. "Uh, I'm not sure that's how it works, but I don't think I can do schoolwork in my current state."

"Nevermind." Belle giggled. She grabbed both my hands and leaned back, unsuccessfully trying to pull me upright. "Seriously, you're too heavy. Help me out here."

With a groan, I managed to sit up and start tugging at my Jedi robes. Belle helped me drag the sleeves off, and I managed to rip my undershirt over my head, leaving me topless. And then I flopped down onto my back again.

Belle sighed and pursed her lips. I closed my eyes and may or may not have passed out, because when I took a deep breath and opened my eyes again, all seemed quiet. I started to assume Belle had gone home, but a moment later, she was on the bed beside me, running her hands over my naked chest. Her palms rubbed my pecs. Her fingers trailed across my abs. These were simple touches, nothing too extreme and nothing she hadn't already done many times. All of the BTC girls had been rubbing my body like this since we were sophomores, no big deal, and I relaxed beneath her touch.

But then I felt her lips against mine. They were soft and warm, and in my sleepy-drowsy state they felt really, really good. I kissed her back, and she moaned quite happily. So when I felt the tickle of her tongue parting my lips, I opened my mouth and let her inside.

There were none of the usual alarm bells going off in the back of my mind, the ones that screamed "She's like a little sister to you!" Belle was just a very pretty girl - completely unrelated to me like the rest of the BTC - who was having a pleasant makeout session with me. It was the same thing I'd done with no less than five other girls over the past week alone. Indeed, as the kiss built and built, I circled my arms around her body and pulled her chest on top of mine so we could have a better kissing angle.

My hands grabbed her ass of their own accord. She didn't have to put my hands on her cheeks or anything like that. I'd graduated past waiting for permission with the other five. At this point, if Sam, Zofi, Naimh, Alice, or Mari started a makeout session, it was pretty much a given that I'd grab her ass and fondle away to my heart's content. It was an automatic reflex by now.

Belle moaned at my touch, throwing one leg over my hips and centering herself so that she could grind her crotch down against the iron-hard dick in my pants. The height difference was such that she couldn't actually dry-hump my prick while kissing me at the same time, so she had to settle for riding my cock like a rail for about a minute without kissing before sliding back up my torso so we could resume our liplock. She seemed more interested in making out than getting off, which was fine by me.

And then suddenly she was gone.

I was still sleepy-drowsy-drunk, the pleasant buzz of the makeout session helping me float away on a fluffy cloud of bliss, so I didn't have any real sense of time. For a moment, I thought I must've fallen asleep mid-makeout session, and that she must've gone home.

But then I felt her hands at my feet as she tugged off my black boots. After that, her fingers hooked into the waistband of my pants. And sleepy or not, drunk or not, my eyes opened wide once I felt both my pants and underwear start to slide down my legs.

I picked my head up, asking quietly, "Uh, Belle?"

She'd lost the hat, gloves, and umbrella, along with the uncomfortable bustle. She'd even unhooked the back of her dress, giving "the girls" a little more room to breathe, but otherwise my Annabelle was completely clothed. Her tits weren't even on display, as the dress had a high collar and that purple cravat. Yet there was something unmistakably... sexy... about her at this moment. And I realized the mood came entirely in her eyes.

They practically glowed.

Okay, they weren't actually glowing in the dark like some kind of evil robot, but there was a shimmer in Belle's pale green irises as she stared at me. I saw the hunger in her expression as she pulled my pants down to my knees, exposing my semi-soft cock. It wasn't all the way soft, because while my brain might have been a little slow on the uptick, my dick apparently realized a beautiful girl was trying to get access to it. And it started to get harder pretty fast when she took it into her hands and started squeezing.

And then it was inside her mouth.

No warning. No murmured endearments. Not even a second glance at my face to ask if it was okay. I wasn't even completely hard yet before Belle ducked her face and crammed every inch of my dick between her lips. But within seconds it thickened and elongated until she couldn't fit all of it inside her mouth anymore. And the next thing I knew, she had both of those tiny hands stacked one on top of the other, which still left several inches at the top for her mouth to suck on like a lollipop.

Belle's knuckles suddenly moved, her hands twisting around my shaft in opposite directions before reversing course and twisting back the other way. Her agile tongue licked along the underside of my glans, flicking and teasing. She let her left hand drop away to start tickling my balls instead and used her right hand to start pumping up and down the full length of my cock. And a few seconds later, she placed both hands on my thighs and forced her head downward, trying to swallow as much of me as she possibly could.

Oh. My. GAWD.

Belle is giving me a blowjob.

BELLE is giving me a blowjob.

In all honesty, it wasn't the greatest blowjob of all time. Even though it was only my second time ever getting a blowjob, I could immediately tell that Belle had never done this before and had a lot of catching up to do compared to Holly in the skill department. Actually, Belle's first time going down on someone seemed a lot like MY first time going down on someone: just trying things out and attempting to react to your partner's reactions.

But even if it wasn't the greatest blowjob of all time, it was still a pretty good blowjob. Even looking back at it in hindsight, I can admit she did an amazing job for a complete novice. I never felt her teeth. She could tell when something wasn't working and changed up her technique. And she backed off when I started bucking my hips, threatening to blow.

Presently, Belle had returned to sucking on the mushroom head while twisting both hands in opposite directions around the remaining part of my shaft. I liked the pleasure, loved the visual, and she'd picked up enough of my cues to tell. Staring straight at me with those pale green eyes, I felt her love washing over me in waves. I knew she was doing this as fulfillment of her long-time fantasy, but she was also doing her very best to give ME pleasure just for the sake of making me happy.

I didn't deserve her.

The guilt would come later. The mental angst of letting the little girl I'd grown up with commit such a naughty, nasty act wouldn't hit me until the morning. But right then and there, all I could feel was the love. And the more pleasure she gave me, the more I wondered why the hell I'd kept her at arm's length for so long. The more she sucked, the more I agonized over how unfair I'd been to keep her from being just as much of an active participant in the BTC's "fun" as everyone else. I'd grown up with Alice and Mari almost as much as Belle, and you didn't see me stopping THEM, or giving THEM warning looks of disapproval, did you?

"Belle..." I moaned rapturously, fireworks of pleasure going off in my brain. The sound of my voice saying her name so erotically spurred her on, and she turned up the pressure.

"Belle..." I moaned again, and she shifted her knees beneath her, getting herself into a position where she could bob her whole head up and down, creating a ring of suction with her lips that seemed barely wide enough to fit around my girth.

"Annabelle..." I groaned, rapidly reaching the point of no return as she fucked her own face with my cock, pumping her hands with abandon up and down the inches she couldn't fit. "I'm gonna... You're gonna make me..."

I expected her to pull me out of her mouth and let me blow all over my belly. The thought of her actually swallowing my sperm never even occurred to me. I mean, I'd thought about cumming in a girl's mouth, including all of the other BTC girls. I'd even blasted my load down Holly's throat and loved every second of it. But not Belle. Not my precious Annabelle. It was too... dirty... In my mind, she was too pure.

But she didn't pull off. Maybe she'd always planned on swallowing. Maybe she just got caught off guard and didn't realize I was about to actually blow until I already had. Maybe she just wanted to keep her costume clean, I don't know. Whatever the reason, she didn't pull off. She flinched when the first blast of sperm impacted against the roof of her mouth, but her eyes tightened and she kept her mouth down. She swallowed reflexively as the second shot exploded, and then the third, and the fourth. Her mouth stopped moving but her hands kept pumping, drawing out every last drop while I groaned and thrashed on the bed beneath her, moaning her name over and over again.

"Annabelle..."

"Annabelle..."

"Annabelle..."

And then I was done.

The next thing I knew, Belle was cuddled up alongside me, her petite 5'1" frame spooned in front of my much larger body. I cradled her with both arms, squeezing her tightly while she hummed quite happily in my embrace.

"Holy shit, B," I moaned, still a little delirious from the incredible ejaculation. "I can't believe you did that."

She giggled cutely and rubbed my forearm where it crossed over her chest. "I can't believe I did that either."

"But... why?"

"Silly Matty. You already know I've been fantasizing about giving you a blowjob forever."

"I... okay..." I conceded. "But... why now? Why tonight?"

"Because you didn't stop me; simple as that. Maybe it was the alcohol, I dunno. For once, you didn't get all hung up on your 'she's like my little sister' mentality at the first hint of me putting a move on you. Don't you get it? I'll let you have anything you want from me, even my virginity."

Belle rotated in my grasp, turning to face me with those wide, luminous, pale green eyes.

"I love you, Matty," she said with absolute sincerity. "I always have."