The Big Tits Club Ch. 29-30

"I do but..."

"So join us for more threesomes," I suggested. "You get to watch, she gets to show off, she gets a playmate during the downtimes when I need to recharge, and--"

"And what? I still have to defer to her and let her get plowed when I would rather get plowed myself?" Belle scoffed. "Seriously, dude, when a girl tells you she wants to be primary, don't tell her to join you and your girlfriend to be the third wheel."

My jaw dropped. "I... uhhh..."

Rubbing her forehead, Belle sighed and shook her head. "No, you're right. I mean, you're pulling a classic male response from Intro to Psych, giving me solutions instead of support."

I winced. "Right. Support."

Belle rolled her eyes. "Nevermind."

"I DO want to support you, B."

"I know you do."

"Did you want me to break up with Neevie to be with you instead?"

"Would you?"

"I... uhhh..."

"Nevermind."

"Belle--"

"No, that wasn't a fair question."

"No, it wasn't. You know I wasn't being serious."

"Even though you once told me you'd leave the BTC to be with me."

"And you said you'd never break up the BTC. Forcing me to dump Neevie to be with you would definitely wreck the club."

"You wouldn't leave her anyway. She's too fucking good in the sack and you've wanted this relationship forever."

I sighed. Belle still wasn't looking at me, but I gently reached up to turn her face to mine. "I love you. I love you more than I love Neevie, quite frankly. She's my girlfriend. But you... you're my Annabelle."

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, debating whether or not to believe me.

I gave her a serious look. "Neevie and I never spent hours just holding each other having conversations like this. Quite frankly, we just fuck each other's brains out and then go our separate ways. This thing she has with her parents not letting her out on weekends or evenings... whatever it is... really prevents us from having the kind of intimate relationship we both thought we'd get to have. I haven't even taken her out on a date since Santa Cruz."

"But that will change. I know the two of you will figure out how to get more time together. I mean, at SOME point you have to stop fucking each other's brains out and sit down to just have a conversation."

"Yeah, eventually, I suppose." I chuckled. "But the point is that regardless of what title you want to apply to our relationship, you have to believe I'm still closer to you. And doesn't that count for something?"

Belle set her forehead against mine and sighed again. "Yeah..."

I rubbed the back of her neck and pecked her nose. "Okay, I was about to start coming up with solutions to make you feel better and get us more time together, but if you want support, I'm going to do muddle through figuring that out. I'm on your side, B. Alice had always been my video game buddy and best friend, but at this point in our lives you know how close we've become. You're the one person I can't live without. If the BTC imploded tomorrow and I had to choose just one of the girls to stay with for the rest of my life and lose all the others, you know I'm choosing you."

Belle pulled her head back. "Not your girlfriend?"

"I love Neevie, and I love the relationship that we have. Apart from the lack of quality time together, she's everything I ever dreamed of and more. But it's still new and I'm not sure if we're built for the long run yet. Maybe we'll get to that next level beyond infatuation and physical compatibility... Maybe not. But you're here right now and I know you'll be there for me forever. I meant it before and I mean it now: if it came down to it, I'd choose you over the entire BTC. Isn't that what you basically wanted to know when you asked if I'd break up with her for you?"

My pixie blushed, averted her eyes, and looked guilty. But she still nodded 'yes'.

"Now granted, I don't actually WANT to break up with her, but if I had to, I would. I love you, Annabelle."

"And I love you too, Matty." She kissed me quickly again. "But as reassuring as your support is, I still can't help but feel like I'm missing out not being your girlfriend. Heck, even Zofi gets to be your girlfriend more than I am."

"Zofi's not really my girlfriend and you know it."

"She definitely gets a kick out of calling you 'boyfriend' all the time, though. And don't think I've forgotten your big date tomorrow. When do -I- get to have a big date with you?"

"Is that what you really want? You were the one who said we couldn't get together because I can't be your one and only. If we got together now, we'd have to break up so you could grow up and explore the world or something, right?"

"Well what if I WANT you to be my one and only now? Lots of people marry their high school sweethearts, or otherwise live perfectly normal, happy lives with only one lover."

I smirked. "Well, you've basically hooked up with every other girl in the BTC now, so that's at least six lovers."

"I mean MALE lovers. And I haven't actually messed around with Alice yet."

I popped my eyebrows salaciously. "Yet..."

Belle giggled and kissed me again. But she held my head and set her forehead against mine and sighed. "I'm torn."

"I can tell."

"I want to be with you so badly my teeth hurt."

"You already ARE with me. Look around you. Who else is in this house but you? Who else gets to spend the night with me? Not my girlfriend. Just you."

"I know, but..."

"The word 'girlfriend' is just that: a word. Even if we got 'together' it wouldn't change the way I feel about you. I already love you to the ends of the earth. I'll love you for the rest of my life. I'll love you even if we end up at colleges on opposite sides of the country and you end up dating some rugby jock who can beat me up with one arm tied behind his back. You're the single most important thing in my life. I've loved you since before I was twelve, and I'll love you until the day I die. You're my Annabelle."

"I'm Matty's Little Cumslut," she said with a giggle, an extra edge creeping into her voice.

I grinned. "That too."

She kissed me then, moaning into our embrace and pressing against me with enough force that I found myself bent over the top of the backrest while she made love to me with her mouth. Moments later, she started fumbling with the buttons to her blouse and crooned beneath her breath, "I need you in me now, Matty. Now!"

Nodding, I ripped my shirt over my head and started shoving my gym shorts down, having to hop on the couch cushions until Belle shifted over to the side. She had to get her shorts off as well. But less than a minute later we were both naked as she climbed right back into my lap, only this time she squatted down with my cockhead spearing up into her tight pussy. Entry was getting easier the more often we did this, and since I'd already fucked her a few times earlier in the afternoon and she'd had a half-dozen orgasms, she was actually pretty slick inside. And soon enough we were fully joined together and happily celebrating the physical side of our love.

Belle rode me to a quick climax, quicker than I would've expected given the heavy nature of our conversation. But I suppose being told she meant more to me than all of the other BTC girls had a positive effect on her level of arousal. After that, we flipped around so I could pound her into the couch instead, curling up my little pixie into a ball with her knees bent back beside her own head until she screamed again.

Finally, I bent her over an armrest, blasting my pelvis into her cute little heinie from behind. The way she was bent over, her feet didn't even touch the floor, so she was particularly helpless to resist the royal pounding I was giving her. And finally at my limit, I grunted, "In or out?"

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she groaned, unable to react coherently. I could tell she was close to cumming, and sure enough three strokes later she threw her head back and howled, "AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH!!!"

Her clenching cunt pulled the sperm out of me. Figuring we were due to take a shower anyway, I impulsively pulled out at the last second and grabbed my little Belle's buttcheeks, spreading them apart. Notching my cockhead between her buns, I then let go and stroked my own shaft to pump out wave after wave of man goo right against Belle's butthole, eventually retracting back far enough to paint lines of creamy jism across both cheeks and even a little bit across her lower back.

When I was done, I lay my dick into the cleft of her butt-cleavage and slid my shaft through the messy puddle I'd made. I figured if I got my dick coated in enough of my sperm, Matty's Little Cumslut would be happy to lick it off me.

But while I was still hot-dogging Belle's buns, a new voice broke in. "Seriously, Matthew. You DO have a bedroom."

I whipped my head around in shock while Belle spasmed, twisted, and fell onto the floor.

Mother sighed, arms folded across her chest as she surveyed the family room and briefly stared down at my still-hard pecker covered in my own cum. Shaking her head, she turned and walked away, heading for the stairs, muttering, "Kids..."

Belle looked up at me from the floor, eyes still wide. Blinking in shock, she remarked, "Well THAT'S a first."

I grimaced. "Uhhh... actually..."

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-- CHAPTER 30: Zofia --

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Something tickled my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

"Mmph!" somebody grunted, and as I sat up, I realized I'd just shoved my dick an inch into a girl's throat. She gagged a little but didn't quite pull her head off. Continuing to suck my mushroom head and twisting her hands around the base of my cock, she pumped them together up and down the length of my shaft until she recovered enough to push her face back down.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the strawberry-blonde head bobbing up and down in my lap. Belle looked up at me, her pale green eyes piercing in their gaze as she recognized I'd awakened. And she stopped to smile around a mouthful of meat while continuing to pump my shaft with both hands.

"Mmm, morning Annabelle," I greeted warmly. I glanced at the alarm clock that I'd set for 7am, which was an ungodly hour to wake up on a Saturday morning, but I had plans today. And yet it was only 6:52. "You're early."

The impish pixie shrugged without removing my dick from her mouth. A few sucks later, she pulled off and smirked at me. "What can I say? I woke up horny. And I figured I should get this going before you leave me for another woman."

By way of answer, I bent forward and hooked my hands beneath Belle's armpits, physically hauling her up and onto my torso. She'd worn one of my t-shirts as a pajama top and apparently no panties, since once she whipped the t-shirt off I found that she was already gloriously naked. Rather than try to insert my thick cock right away, she laid the furrow of her pussy along the length of my rod, pressing it down between us so she could ride it like a rail. This also made her bend over my face, putting her exceptionally firm D-cups within reach of my mouth if I craned my head a bit. Instead, I cupped my hands behind her shoulders and pulled her down low enough so I could suckle away to my heart's content while she slowly slid her light body back and forth. I soon felt her liquid arousal seeping out of her tight pussy, coating my shaft in her essence. And when I judged the time to be right, I used my left hand to hold her from sliding back, adjusted the angle of my prick with my right hand, and then let go with my left so that she could ever so slowly back herself up inch by inch, feeding more and more of my cock inside her warm body.

I stopped suckling then, relocating my hands to her hips to help tug her body down against the tight friction of her heavenly canal. She stopped and shivered halfway down, one hand rubbing her own clit while she felt her body stretch around my invading prod. And after a minute or two, she finally hit bottom and let out a long exhalation of relief, sweat dotting her forehead.

"Fucking A you're big, Matty," Belle groaned.

"You wouldn't have it any other way."

"Nuh-uh."

I smiled and sat upright. With our height differential, we were basically face-to-face as I took her head in my hands and started sweetly kissing her. And neither of us needed to move for a long while as we simply made out with each other like the teenaged lovers we were as if our loins weren't already intimately joined together.

Of course, we didn't stay like that forever. Belle crossed her legs behind my lower back, using her feet and muscles to help propel herself up and down my shaft while I planted my left hand on the mattress to help myself hump up into her hot little body. She rode me to a quick orgasm before I picked her up in my arms and started walking around the room just because I could. She clung to my neck like a little monkey and rabbit-humped herself up and down the whole time. Finally, I sat her on the edge of my desk and hammered the hell out of her until she screamed her joyous release loud enough to wake Mother down the hall. I joined her soon after by pumping her hot little pussy full of wriggling sperm, and remained inside her to plug up the leak while we stayed on the desk making out again like we had all the time in the world.

Of course, we didn't have all the time in the world, and I needed to start getting ready for my day's activities. So after I got about halfway deflated, I finally pulled out of Belle's sodden snatch, and she quickly pulled on her panties to trap my spending inside.

I arched an eyebrow. "You're not going to scoop it all out?"

My impish pixie winked. "Oh, I wanna feel it leaking out of me all day, and I'm gonna keep dipping my fingers in there to lick up your flavor whenever I find myself missing you for too long."

Well of course I had to walk over, picked her up in my arms, and start kissing her again. But finally I had to pull away and get dressed.

I didn't want to be late.

****

I parked the minivan in the driveway at 7:59am and met my "accomplice" just outside the front door. She let me in silently, gave me a mysterious smile, and then drove away. The house was otherwise empty.

I made my way up to her room and let myself in as silently as possible. The exquisitely beautiful brunette was still asleep, as expected, her silky locks spread across the pillow behind her, with only her head and shoulders exposed above the blanket. Black spaghetti straps of what appeared to be a slinky negligee were the only things interrupting her porcelain smooth skin, and she looked so angelic in her slumber that I didn't have the heart to wake her.

That was alright. My early arrival had been intended to ensure my presence before she awoke. With that mission accomplished, I settled onto my knees beside the bed, folding my arms atop the mattress and setting my chin down atop them. I smiled to myself as I drank in her beauty, wanting to memorize this moment forever. She had a hint of a half-smile herself, her expression that of peaceful contentment and serenity. With time to spare, I let myself idly imagine what life would be like waking up next to this gorgeous face every morning, and it was a pleasant thought indeed.

Her cute nose wrinkled, and for a moment I wondered if she could smell my presence. She took in a deep breath, wrinkled her brow, and started mumbling to herself. I couldn't quite make out the words, but I thought I heard her say the word "Niners".

A minute later, I was pretty sure she mumbled, "Jeff Garcia."

"I dunno," I muttered impulsively. "He's CFL material, not NFL."

Zofi frowned and sighed, "Depends on whether he and T.O. can get along."

"Maybe. I think I've been spoiled by Joe and Steve. Maybe let him play for a year, but they'd better draft a QB in the later rounds."

"Don't be a hater." Zofi's eyelids rose halfway, closed again, and remained down for two seconds before blinking slowly as she took in a deep breath and sighed, "A true Niners fan has faith."

I smiled broadly. "I have faith, but I think it also pays to be prepared."

Zofi's bright blue eyes fully opened. She didn't look surprised by my presence, neither happy nor sad, but merely curious. She breathed in and out slowly, her brain still sluggish. But after about a minute of just sort of staring at me, the light of awareness finally came into her eyes as she stated, "You're in my bedroom, Matty."

I grinned and now lifted the bouquet of flowers. "Good morning, darling. Would you like to go out with me today?"

Zofi's eyes narrowed, and she took several more deep breaths. Eventually, she spoke, "I think it only really works when I call you 'darling'. You'll have to come up with your own nickname for me."

I thought about it briefly and raised the bouquet once more. "I think I have something."

"Really?" Zofi asked her interest piqued.

"Yes, but I'm going to save it for later. Until then, would you please join me for an outing, fair lady?"

"Why yes, kind sir. I'd love to," she replied, beaming at me from inches away. She gave me a warm, welcoming smile, raised her arm out from under the covers, and reached for me. I leaned in and let her hold my head as I kissed her sweetly.

I grinned and sat back. Setting the flowers atop her desk, I gestured to her closet and asked, "May I?"

Giving me a curious look, Zofi nevertheless nodded. I flipped through her hangars for a bit, but when I saw the simple white button-down blouse I immediately knew. I found a nice pleated skirt in pastel blue and a wide belt. Finally, I asked if she had any scarves, and Zofi directed me to a drawer, where I found a small satin scarf with a striped pattern.

I laid the items out across Zofi's bed while she sat up, revealing the rest of her slinky black negligee. With a bit of a wolfish grin, I moved around to sit down in her desk chair and looked at her expectantly. Zofi's eyes went big, and she actually blushed rather cutely. I was a bit surprised that after everything we'd already done together she could actually get embarrassed at the idea of changing clothes in front of me.

Taking a deep breath, she slid off the bed and stood up only two feet away from me. I drank in her slender form, eyes gravitating to the way her big, unfettered breasts dented out the front of her negligee, her erect nipples making their presence known through the sheer material. For a few seconds, she stood there and watched me staring at her. I remembered what she'd said before about having the urge to see the look on my face whenever she did something sexy, and I made sure she knew how much I appreciated this moment. After taking another deep breath, she slowly slipped the spaghetti straps off her shoulders. Her boobs were big enough that the negligee didn't actually drop, getting stuck on her protruding bosom. But when she tugged down on the hem, the black satin finally fell away to puddle around her ankles.

Clad only in a pair of sheer bikini cut panties, Zofi posed prettily by flexing on knee and shifting her hips a little. Her cheeks were pink and she pointedly looked away from me, momentarily unable to meet my gaze. I'd seen her naked before, of course, many times. But there was something quite different about stripping down during a "study break" with her friends around and posing by herself, unmoving, like a Greek statue, to let my eyes roam all over her perfect, uncovered skin. She breathed heavily while I suddenly found myself wishing to be that Greek sculptor so I could immortalize her forever. But eventually, she broke the spell by turning her head and smiling at the hungry expression on my face.

Impulsively, I reached out and caressed her naked breast. I was tempted, just for a moment, to tackle her onto the bed, yank aside the strap of her panties, and seize her virginity right then and there.