The Big Tits Club Ch. 13-14

"Of course."

I leaned back against the headboard, holding Mari's warm naked body in my arms. It felt nice to just cuddle her like this; she was always a good cuddler. And I started to imagine just what life would be like under the kind of schedule I'd just described.

Sam would be horny and want to fuck all day on Mondays. Maybe she would bark orders and act like an orchestra conductor to put herself and whoever else was around into various sexual combinations, like, 'Mari sits on Matty's face while I ride him reverse-cowgirl and Belle plays with his balls until he spurts inside me and Belle sucks it all out.'

Naimh would turn Tuesdays into one-on-ones, maybe even get up and leave the house with me to go get ice cream, make out in public, and hold hands while walking around town looking like a million bucks so that guys would turn their heads and be super-jealous of how hot my girlfriend looked. We'd both get turned on from the attention and go home to fuck like bunnies.

Zofi confused me the most at this point. She seemed the most obviously bisexual of the club, happy to eat pussy and make out with other girls. On the other hand, she still loved kissing me, having me go down on her, and holding hands everywhere we went around school. I knew she wasn't full lesbian or anything like that, but she'd shown little interest in having sex with me and had already commented about not being aroused by the idea of sucking my cock. I wondered what she might do if she were "in charge" on Wednesdays, perhaps pushing Belle's buttons about "turning her to the dark side" or simply ordering me to keep my face in her crotch all afternoon. There were far worse ways to spend a few hours.

"What are you thinking about?" Mari asked me quietly as she reached down to pet my sleeping anaconda. He was starting to wake up given my train of thought.

"I'm thinking about what all the girls would do if they each had a day to be 'student of the week'."

Mari giggled. "I know what I'd do on my day."

"What's that?"

"Make Sam do my homework for me."

"What?" I barked in surprise.

"I'd have Zofi give me a manicure. Do you ever notice her nails? They're exquisite."

"Uh, can't say I have."

"I'd tell Neevie to do my laundry, and Belle could cook me a snack."

"I think you and I have very different ideas of what we'd do if we were in charge."

"I'd make you give me backrubs."

"Well that, at least, I can understand."

"Ooh, actually, Neevie could be my fluffer! Going down on you to get you nice and warmed up before I come over and sit down in your lap, riding you while we watch a movie like you did a week ago with Sam."

"See, THAT'S the kind of stuff I was thinking about."

Mari giggled. "I can tell. Your dick twitched when I said that."

"I'd be happy for you to go for a ride right now."

"Mmm, in a minute. We still have time, although I wish I didn't have a curfew. Then I could stay here all night in your arms." She sighed contentedly. "I'm enjoying this too much... just lying on your chest right now. I can hear your heartbeat."

Nodding, I stroked her spine and rubbed her ass, but didn't otherwise attempt to speed things along. She kept rubbing my cock, enough to keep it hard but not quite enough to get it rock hard. And for several minutes we simply cuddled together in silence.

Eventually, though, Mari spoke again. "Is this what it's like for you and Belle?" she asked quietly.

"Hmm? Is what like?"

"After you've had sex. Do you just lie naked in bed together like this? Talking?"

"Well, uh, we actually haven't had sex THAT many times. She was so sore after her first time that neither of us could really enjoy it. Actually, how are YOU feeling? Any soreness?"

"No, not at all. I feel amazing," she replied brightly. "But back to you and Belle. Do you snuggle like this a lot? Doesn't have to just be after sex. Like those two weeks you were doing oral to each other without the rest of us knowing. Or even just hanging out. I have this very clear image of you two doing what we're doing right now: Cuddling in bed, talking about... whatever, or staying silent and just thinking... no pressure to talk, just... content."

I thought about that for a few seconds, thought about all the times I'd found myself with Belle under my arm in the same way Mari was under my arm right now, whether in one of our beds, on a couch, or even a poolside lounger in the summer.

"Well... yeah, I guess you could say we do this a lot," I finally confirmed.

"What do you guys talk about?"

I shrugged. "Everything. Nothing. Just... whatever comes to mind. Kinda like now, I guess."

"Do you talk about the rest of us girls?"

"Uhhh, I probably shouldn't say."

"That's a 'yes', then."

I chuckled and rubbed Mari's shoulder. "We talk about everything."

"What do you two say about me?"

"Mari!"

"I'll tell you what we say about you."

I arched an eyebrow. "There's a crude saying: Bros before hoes. I'm pretty sure there's a female version."

"Chicks before dicks."

"There you are. I can't let you betray Belle's trust."

"I suppose. Still, there's so much I want to say to you now; it just feels wrong to NOT let you know what I know. Things are different after giving you my virginity. I feel so much... closer... to you. Nothing's ever going to change that. No matter what happens to us ten years from now, fifty years from now, I'm always going to remember you."

I smiled. "I said something similar to Sam."

"She's in love with you, by the way. Sam."

I sighed. "She's just horny."

"She's always been horny. Now she's in LOVE, and she gets jealous, even though she tells herself not to be. She's jealous of how much time Belle gets to spend with you. She's jealous of the way you stare at Neevie like she's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. She's even jealous of me for being able to deep-throat you."

I looked down at Mari with a frown. "What happened to 'chicks before dicks'?"

Mari ignored me. "Neevie's in love with you, too. She's always wanted to be your girlfriend, like... your actual girlfriend, not just the BTC's girlfriend. She's told me these daydreams about going for long drives in a convertible with the top down, just the two of you, stopping on a beach, and sitting between your legs while you kiss the back of her neck and watch the sunset. She wishes she could walk around the school on your arm, go to parties on your arm, do restaurant dates every week, watch plays, all that jazz. I think, actually, she was really close with her boyfriend back in Ireland, and she misses having that kind of pair-bonded closeness."

I had been smiling all through the first part of that, but the end bit about the ex-boyfriend in Ireland gave me pause. It made me feel like a replacement for Naimh's true love, and I wondered how much of her feelings for me were real and how much were projected.

"But that thing with Alice really messed her up," Mari continued, oblivious to my ruminations. "She's hesitating and holding herself back. She doesn't want to do anything to rock the boat, and I feel like even if she had a 'Neevie Tuesday' to be in charge, she'd actually spend most of her time trying to make the rest of us happy instead of thinking of herself, just to avoid feeling like she was being selfish. You notice she's not chirping as much or playing the instigator anymore."

"Huh..." I pondered that.

"And Zofi's a lot more into you than she lets on. I can't quite figure that girl out just yet. I know it seems like she'd rather take a back seat, mess around with the other girls, and let the more aggressive bitches crawl all over you, but you don't notice how often she sort of stares at you longingly when she thinks nobody's watching her."

"And you DO notice?"

"Nobody pays attention to the quiet one. I see a lot when they don't think anybody's watching. It's classic misdirection. Sam does it a ton. She'll tell Neevie to go give you a titty fuck, and then while everyone is watching the two of you, her mask falls away and her true face comes out."

I glanced down at Mari. "You are dangerous."

Mari giggled. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"Okay, now you've got me curious. What else do I need to know that I don't already know?"

"Alice wants you to take her virginity, too."

"WHAT?"

"We've talked about it, and not even leaving the BTC is gonna change her mind. She'll spend some time away from us, but after a few weeks she's gonna really miss her friends, miss you being her best friend, and realize that banging you is something she's always wanted for herself. Once she realizes she's ready for sex, she'll come back and happily join 'Matty's Harem', as she puts it. It was always going to be you; she's known that since eighth grade. She told Belle, too, but swore us both to secrecy."

"An oath you're clearly breaking right now."

Mari shrugged. "You got my cherry. I now serve a higher master... or something." She emphasized the last part by rubbing my penis.

I frowned. "I don't want you to get into any trouble."

She shook her head distractedly, staring a thousand yards away. "Belle dreams about marrying you all the time. She's planned a hundred different weddings and come up with dozens of boy names that start with M and girl names that start with B."

"Maybe you should stop before you say anything she won't forgive you for."

"She said you offered to leave the BTC for her. Scared the shit out of her, actually, because of how tempted she was to take you up on it."

"Mari..."

"She said she wants to tell her dad she's in love with you, move into your house so she can spend all night with you, fall asleep with your cum in her pussy, and wake you up in the morning with a blowjob."

"Mari."

"But she's terrified of destroying her relationships with all of us, including me, which is why she told me. The whole group has spent years swearing by The Rule to prevent any one of us from stealing you away from the others. You think Neevie's trying to hold herself back so she won't break up the BTC? She's got nothing on Belle's level of guilt, which is why Belle's always hanging back when the whole group plays around together, why she wanted to give Neevie that one-on-one time, and why she prepped you for taking me out tonight. She's trying to prove to herself that she's not a selfish bitch and still cares about her friends."

"MARI."

I squeezed her just as hard as I'd barked her name, and only then did she seem to snap out of her trance. She blinked rapidly and stared up at me in surprise.

"Your turn," I said seriously. "You already exposed your friends despite the whole 'chicks before dicks' thing. What do I need to know about YOU that I don't already know?"

Mari's eyes got BIG, but she clammed up and set her head back on my chest, staring pointedly away from me.

"Mari... Angel..." I intoned, gently. But she bit her lip and shook her head in the negative.

I took a deep breath, weighed my curiosity against my better judgment to never pressure a girl into doing anything she wasn't comfortable doing, and decided to let it go. Even as forthcoming as she'd been for the last several minutes, I realized it would always be easier to reveal other people's secrets than reveal your own. Exhaling slowly, I patted her back and said, "Fine, you don't have to tell me. I won't push you. You know I'll never push you."

She nodded slowly, glanced up at me, and said quietly, "Thank you. I've always felt safe with you."

"And I'd like to make sure you keep feeling that way."

She smiled warmly, and then crawled up my body so she could kiss me. I wrapped both arms around her naked body, held her close as our tongues came out to play, and rubbed her ass while she ground her crotch against my growing erection, riding it like a rail until my shaft was coated in her honey and as hard as steel.

It was a simple matter to elevate my prick and let her sit down on it. She pressed her forehead to mine and cooed happily as she felt every inch filling her up. After a while, she sat back to really work her hips around, gyrating like a belly dancer. The motion did wonderful things to her big tits, and I reached up to play with them -- and even bite her nipples a little - until she bent forward to smother my face with her melons.

My angel humped herself to the precipice of another orgasm on top of me while I nursed at a nipple and gripped both buttcheeks to help me use her body as a masturbatory toy. At the penultimate moment, I reached forward and stabbed my middle finger into her rectum, an act that set her off like a rocket as she screamed and thrashed and practically gave me a concussion the way her boobs were banging into the sides of my head so hard.

Mari went limp atop me after that orgasm wiped her out, so I rolled her onto her back and re-plugged myself in. She lay limp beneath me, letting me rut in and out of her lush body save for cradling my head and moaning about how much she loved having sex with me. Her head started lolling side to side and her eyes rolled up into her head as the pleasure took over and she was lost to the delirium. I was suddenly seized with the desire to see her big boobies dancing as I pounded away at her, so I sat back on my heels and pulled her body with me so that her ass was in my lap as used my abs and legs to really hammer her.

Up and down and left and right those titties bounced, making the shape of a snow angel, or maybe butterfly wings. Depending on my angle, they would sometimes gyrate in circular orbits, and sometimes they would bounce in different directions, crashing together like Uranium atoms in a nuclear energy simulation. Growling animalistically, I sped up faster and faster, harder and harder, consumed by a vision of blasting my wad all over Mari's marvelous melons in motion. And when she clamped up and came, her cunt clenching and compressing around my cock, I roared my release, yanked out my dick, and rapidly stroked my own shaft to spray great ribbons of spunk all over those big, damn, beautiful breasts.

When I was done, I nearly collapsed flat on top of my devirginized lover but managed to twist myself and fall down in the empty space alongside her instead. Chest heaving, I gasped for air while she whimpered and panted in the aftermath of her own climax as well. Sweat dotted Mari's forehead, and her eyelids were fluttering on the brink of unconsciousness again. One day, I told myself, I would give her such an incredible orgasm that she actually WOULD pass out from too much pleasure. But for now, her Zen state of delirium was enough to satisfy my ego.

"Matty... Matty..." Mari moaned almost mournfully.

I chuckled and reached out to stroke her arm. "Hey, Angel. That was amazing."

She shook my head like I didn't understand, still gasping for breath while her hand reached out to touch my face, but she was somehow uncoordinated and couldn't quite get it right. "I... I... I wanna... I need to... tell you... the truth... my secret..."

I chuckled and took hold of her hand, bringing it in so she could palm my cheek. "That's alright, Angel. You don't have to say a thing."

She shook her head again. "I... I do... Not even... Not even Belle... knows..."

Part of me felt guilty for letting Mari reveal so many secrets tonight, which is why I'd (sort of) made an effort to curb her from spilling EVERYTHING. But even so, I found myself curious to learn even more. Still, I NEVER would have expected her to say what she said next.

"The truth is... I wasn't really a virgin."