The Big Tits Club Ch. 07-08

Belle snorted and gave me a look of disbelief. "You really think I wanted all that? I love you, Matty, and I always will. But I never wanted a fancy romantic date. The six of us girls may be eagerly climbing all over your body exploring everything physical pleasure has to offer, but none of us is going to date you. The BTC will survive you fucking the shit out of Sam. The BTC will survive you having sex with me. It will NOT survive you becoming someone's actual boyfriend. I told you before: I'm not breaking up the BTC for us."

"Then...?"

Belle pulled my hands out of her shirt and sweatpants, twisted around in my embrace, and got to her knees. She leaned forward to kiss me gently before sitting back on her heels. And then she reached down to grab the hem of her t-shirt and swiftly whipped it over her head. Her bra had been dislodged, exposing her right boob, but she unclasped it and tossed it to join the shirt. And then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants and started tugging them down her thighs.

My eyes went wide in surprise. "What, here? Now?"

"Why not?"

"Well your period isn't over, for one thing. I felt the pad when I went in to start rubbing you."

Belle rolled her eyes and said, "Look at your fingers. Not a trace of blood on them."

I did. While my digits were pretty slimy with girl juice, there wasn't a hint of red color.

"I knew I was at the tail end of my period," she went on, now completely naked before me. "I figured I'd seduce you tomorrow to give myself a full seven days just to be sure, but that's not a requirement. I'm ready."

"I'm dressed like shit. You don't have any makeup on. This is your virginity, B. You really don't want... I dunno... Sam had the whole fancy wedding date. I guess I thought you'd-"

"You thought I'd want the same?" she interrupted. "Let Sam have her fancy wedding date with you in a nice suit and her in a dress that I'm sure was absolutely stunning."

I smiled at the memory. "It was."

"I don't care. All -I- ever wanted was for you to NOT go into vapor lock at the mere suggestion of deflowering me. I think I actually TOLD you what I'd do to overcome it, which is what Sam ended up doing: blow you within an inch of your life, and then when you were least expecting it, just get up and impale myself on your prick before you realized what was going on."

"Ah."

"The fact that we're here and you're not locking up is all I ever wanted. I don't need romance and I don't care if we're in crappy Sunday afternoon clothes. I'm naked and horny and I love you more than anyone in the world. I just want you. I've only ever wanted you."

I smiled and opened my arms to her. "You have me."

Belle smiled, leaned in, and kissed me again. "Not yet, I haven't. But we're gonna fix that right now."

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- CHAPTER 8: Annabelle -

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I'll never forget for the rest of my life the first time I entered her. She was so freaking tight. At 5'1" with proportionally scaled-down hips, Belle was a small girl, and her vagina was similarly small. Add in the fact that she was a virgin who'd never stuffed a cucumber, hairbrush, or even a tampon into her pussy, and you're setting up a recipe for peeling the skin off my dick upon entry. Seriously, the two fingers I'd stuffed into her tonight only to the second knuckles were the biggest things she'd ever felt inside her. Those muscles simply weren't prepared to be stretched by something as thick as my dick, and I'm a little embarrassed to say her deflowering did not go very well.

Belle, too anxious to get fucked for the first time, was overly overconfident in her virgin pussy's ability to accept my big dick without preparation. While I told her I wanted to go down on her first and get her warmed up, she insisted she was already wet and wanted to feel me INSIDE her. Like NOW. Before I second-guessed everything and went into vapor lock about thinking of her like my little sister again.

She had already stripped herself naked, so once we agreed that yes, we were doing this, she helped me get naked too.

"Do you still wanna be on top, or do you want me?" I asked.

"You." She smiled up at me coyly. "I'd settled for the idea of impaling myself on you before you realized what was going on. But I've always dreamed of you holding me in your arms, looking down into my eyes, and cuddling me close while you push your thick cock into my little pussy to just... take... me."

Well that sounded pretty great to me, so I rolled Belle onto her back, climbed on top, and started kissing her like the apocalypse was imminent and the last things I wanted to feel on this earth before the meteor of doom hit were her lips pressing against mine.

I actually told her that while we were kissing, and she moaned and wrapped her legs around me. Our height difference was such that her pussy was more or less around my belly button while we kissed, so it wasn't like I could grind my shaft against her clit, not without breaking our lip-lock. All of a sudden she was in a terrible hurry, whimpering, "In me, Matty. I need you in me. Please?"

How could I possibly say no to that? So I nodded my assent, crawled forward a bit so that my chin was at the crown of her head, and looked back down my body. She reached for my dick before I could, spreading her legs wide and aiming my mushroom head at her entrance. Her labia had been opened slightly by my fingers, so it wasn't like her pussy was completely closed. She managed to notch me into place, and while keeping her tiny right hand circled around my shaft as a guide, she dug her heels into my ass, directing me to start pushing my way inside.

It hurt.

A lot.

I did a full push-up, locking my elbows so that I could get a good view of her face as she felt her first ever penis penetrating her pussy. She said she wanted me looking down into her eyes, and if she'd been looking back at me she would've seen the concern in my gaze. But her eyes were clenched shut as she grimaced and winced and generally looked to be in terrible discomfort, so I immediately stopped my forward momentum and started to retreat.

"No!" she cried, clamping onto me with her legs and gripping my dick tight in her right hand. "In me! In me!"

"You look like you're in pain," I reasoned.

"A girl's first time always hurts; don't you know that?"

"Uh, I mean I've heard stories, but-"

"Just fucking DO IT!" Hugging my torso, Belle yanked on me with both legs and arms, so I stopped resisting her and began to push my way forward again.

Belle was in agony. She screamed, and not in a good way, as my cockhead tried and failed to push through. Her labia weren't separating, and it felt like I was pressed up against a brick wall. Tears were now running down her eyes, and after the way Sam had cried so much it made her waterproof mascara run, I was beginning to wonder if every sex encounter I ever had would begin with me making the girl cry.

"I don't think it fits," I groaned, feeling Belle's insistent pressure for me to push down but literally feeling blocked by... something. It was as if my dick was caught in a spider-web or some other kind of elastic sheet.

"It'll fit!" Belle whimpered. "Everyone has always said it'll fit. I'm a girl! A woman! My body was made for this!"

"It's not fitting though. And I don't think you're really wet enough. Lemme go down on you. Give you a nice orgasm and get the fluids going. Stretch you with my fingers a bit, huh?"

"Just push it in, gawddammit!" The tears were flowing freely, and she looked absolutely terrible. "Maybe it's my hymen, I dunno. Just DO IT! Tear that shit up! In me! Now, Matty! INNNNN-OOOOWWWWWWWW!!"

I should have listened to my own advice, but she was so insistent I finally just slammed my hips forward. That elastic sheet suddenly ripped, and before I knew it, I had three inches of dick inside her. That was it. I'd torn Belle's cherry. She wasn't a virgin anymore.

I'll never forget for the rest of my life the first time I entered her. And NOT in a good way.

I had three inches inside her, but I wasn't getting any farther anytime soon. I may have gotten past the first obstacle, but more challenges still lay ahead. Now that I'd gotten past her entrance, I figured pushing in the rest of me should be fairly easy. But it wasn't. She was SO. FUCKING. TIGHT.

I tried letting gravity drop my hips, but I didn't budge. Actually, attempting to support all my weight on my dick just sorta made my dick start bending in a direction it wasn't meant to, and that didn't feel good at all. I tried digging my toes in and really mashing my hips downward, and that got me maybe another inch, but that's all.

Meanwhile, Belle started sobbing, in a world of pain, and when I looked back down and saw her face, my resolve completely left me. I'd spent years convincing myself that my role was to protect Belle like my little sister, not to molest her, fantasize about her, objectify her, or in any other way consider her as a sexual being. I was the one getting high-fives from Belle's dad for telling him I'd pound the face in of any boy who made her cry. And yet here I was, the molester who had painfully torn Belle's precious maidenhead and quite literally made her cry.

I got my knees under me, pulled out, and that's when I saw the blood on my dick. I didn't know for sure if it was hymen blood or period blood, but let's get real: seeing blood on your dick is NOT arousing in the slightest, and I started to soften immediately.

Belle didn't seem much in a sexy mood, either. And as soon as I pulled out, she twisted her hips and curled up into a fetal position, hugging my pillow like a life preserver while she sobbed her little heart out.

I grabbed a few tissues and quickly cleaned up my shriveling penis. Then I dropped to the mattress and spooned behind Belle, holding her firmly in my arms. She shuddered and backed up into me, seeking comfort in my embrace, so that helped me not feel so bad about the molesting-destroyer-of-virginities feeling, and I shushed her gently, feeling a very weird sense of déjà vu having done basically the same thing just last night with Sam in this very same house.

"I've failed you," Belle sobbed.

"No, no. It's okay, it's okay. This isn't your fault."

Seriously, I was NOT expecting to be in this position again so soon. Less than twenty-four hours ago I'd lost my virginity to one of my gorgeous friends, and now I'd taken the virginity of another of my gorgeous friends. Less than twenty-four hours ago, I'd had to comfort a despondent girl who was crying over her apparent failure to please me. And now here I was again.

"I wouldn't have even been able to impale you by surprise if I wanted," she moaned in abject misery. "I'm too small. It wouldn't have fit."

"I think we were just in too much of a hurry," I reasoned. "I should've taken the time to stretch you out before we started. This is my fault. I should've slowed you down."

"This is MY fault. I was the one who insisted you just hammer it in."

"We'll do better next time. There WILL be a next time. I'm not going to go into vapor lock and try to say you're like a little sister to me anymore. I can't hide behind that shield any longer, because it's time I admitted the truth to myself. I LOVE you. I've always loved you. Fuck, I've been in love with you my entire life. You're my Annabelle."

She was still crying, but the sobbing slowed and eventually stopped, and her whole body went still for a second. Then, the petite strawberry-blonde in my arms started to turn around, looking back at my face through bleary eyes. "Wait, what did you say?"

"I love you. You're my Annabelle," I repeated.

"No, the other part. You're in love with me?"

"What? No. I've always loved you, and I always WILL love you."

"No, no. You specifically said you were IN love with me."

I snorted and backed away from her a bit. "That's just crazy, B. I think you misheard me."

Belle frowned and furrowed her eyebrows as she completely turned around to face me. "You're lying. You're not a very good liar, and I can always tell."

"Belle, seriously."

"How long have you been in love with me?"

"I'm NOT. I'm not in love with ANY of the girls. That would totally ruin the BTC. We've had this conversation before."

"Then why did you say it a minute ago?"

"I didn't."

"Yes you did," she said seriously. "You said you've been in love with me your entire life."

I sighed. "Yes, I had a crush on you when I first knew what a crush was. I've told you that already, back when you were infatuated with Taylor Guazelli."

"And you've been in love with me all this time?"

"No, no, of course not. You're blowing this whole thing out of proportion, B."

"Am I?"

"I can't be in love with you. You know that."

"Why not? And don't give me some bullshit about me being your little sister."

"No, I told you I wasn't going to hide behind that anymore."

"Why were you hiding behind it in the first place?"

"I..." My voice trailed off, and I took a deep breath to try and collect myself.

"You're not a kid anymore, Matty. You told me you mentally categorized me as 'out of bounds' so you wouldn't be hurt by rejection, but that was a long time ago. There hasn't been a Taylor Guazelli in my life for a long time, and the relationship we have now is nothing like it was back then."

"It's not," I agreed. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and tried to relax my brain. I could feel the truth bubbling beneath the surface, the words trying to float into my brain if only I'd let them. Just like the words, 'I've been in love with you my entire life' had come into my brain and flown out of my mouth all on their own, a sentence I couldn't deny I'd said any longer.

"I..." I began again, but stopped as I felt the old mental blocks coming back into my mind.

Belle was patient. She didn't press me.

"I..." I began again, and once again stopped and closed my eyes.

Belle rubbed my shoulder and gave me a warm, inviting smile.

I started shaking my head, muttering, "I can't. It's... I-"

"I love you, too, Matty," Belle said softly. "I've been IN love with you a long time, too. Not my entire life, unfortunately. But... I dunno... before the BTC. I didn't want to admit it to myself, but it's certainly the reason why I never really dated anyone else."

I blinked in shock. "Wait, what?"

Belle grinned. "That's why I always knew you'd get my cherry. It could never have been anyone else."

"But you've gone out of your way... several times... to state that you're not IN love with me."

Belle shrugged. "We all lie, even to ourselves, to avoid getting hurt. How could I tell you I was in love with you when you constantly held me at arm's length with your whole 'little sister' schtick? You made out with everyone but never let ME kiss you. It would have broken my heart to admit I was in love with you only to have you fall in love with... I dunno... fall in love with Sam or something."

"I'm not in love with Sam."

"I know that, and I'm glad for it."

"Shit, B. What are we gonna do? If I'm in love with you, and you're in love with me... what the HELL are we gonna tell the girls?"

Belle shook her head. "We're not gonna tell them anything. Nothing changes, at least not for now. I may have tried to cover up just how strongly I felt for you, but I wasn't lying about not breaking up the BTC for us. There will be time for us to figure out our feelings for each other. There will be time for us to figure out your feelings for the other girls, too. And yes, there will be time for us to make this sex thing work. Because I'll be honest, if we don't figure out how to make this sex thing work and it's gonna be THAT fucking painful every time we try it, I am falling OUT of love with you as soon as fucking possible."

I laughed at that and leaned in to kiss her. She met me with a tender brush of her lips, and I reached up to stroke her cheek.

When we pulled back, I stated sincerely, "I do love you, Annabelle."

She glowed and replied back primly, "And I love you, Matthew."

Belle giggled and shook her head. "It does feel a little weird, calling you by your full name. You've been Matty to me for as long as I can remember."

I shook my head. "You used to call me Matthew all the time when we were little. Back then, I NEVER called you Belle. Your friends did, but not me. You had ALWAYS been my... holy crap."

Belle gave me an amused look. "I'd always been your 'holy crap'?"

My eyes were wide and unseeing. The truth that I'd been trying to keep down had suddenly floated up into my brain while I'd been distracted. And I shook my head at the realization.

"What is it?" Belle asked.

"I just realized when... and why... I stopped calling you Annabelle and started using Belle instead."

She snorted. "Because I kept ASKING you to call me 'Belle'?"

I gave her a sad look and said, "I remember why you started insisting everyone call you 'Belle' instead."

Her eyes flickered, and I saw her start to close up a bit.

"Too painful?" I asked.

"Matty..."

"You had always been Annabelle to me. Your mom LOVED saying your full name, saying she chose it because it was so beautiful, like you. And every time I called you by your full name, I remembered the way your mom used to say it, too."

"Matty," Belle said a little more strongly, a touch of warning in her voice.

"She was as much a mom to me as she was to you, far more than my own mother, and once she was gone, I clung to you like a life preserver. After we lost her, I was terrified of losing you. I wanted to move into your house, have your dad be my dad. I knew I wanted to spend every waking moment possible with you. I wanted to marry you, maybe not so much because I wanted to date you or anything like that, but because if we got married, we'd be together forever."

Her expression softened. "I used to dream about that too. Still do, every now and again."

I smiled. "Maybe we WILL be together forever. We're still teenagers right now. Who knows what the future will hold?"

She looked hopeful. "Maybe."

My smile faded. The truth had come into my mind, and it wasn't leaving. "But I couldn't have you back then. I was in love with you, but you wanted Taylor Guazelli. I realized I couldn't have you, and yes, you did keep asking me to call you 'Belle' instead of 'Annabelle', especially around your friends."

She gave me a curious look, a kind of realization dawning on her face even before I said it.

"The day I decided you were my 'sister' and that I'd never get to have you? That was the day I stopped calling you 'Annabelle', at least on a regular basis. From then on, you were just 'Belle: my sister'. It was as if I could package up all the love I felt for you into the full name 'Annabelle' and tuck it away for safekeeping. It still comes out from time to time, in those special moments when it's just me and you and I feel so happy inside I can't help but think of you as 'my Annabelle' the way we were when we were kids. But so long as you were 'Belle' or even just 'B' to me, we'd never be more than friends."

"Matty..." she caressed my cheek and said a little uncertainly, "Matthew..."

I arched an eyebrow at the way she physically chewed, as if tasting the way my full name felt in her mouth.

Shaking her head slowly, she grimaced and said, "I don't think I can go there. It's a nice enough name, but you're still Matty to me."

I laughed. "I never said you had to use MY full name. I'm good with 'Matty'. Really, I am."

She looked relieved. I leaned in and kissed her, and gave her a warm smile when we pulled apart.

"I'll love you no matter what you call me. But for those times I do call you 'Annabelle'-"

"I'll hear you saying 'I love you' in my mind," she finished for me.

I grinned. "Yeah, pretty much."

"Works for me."