The Big Tits Club Ch. 47-48

"No, not at all. I've never been territorial about this place. I mean, you're welcome to move in if you want."

"Then what is it?"

"I'm not getting sick of Sam."

Alice gave me a more serious look. "Then what IS it?"

I sighed and shook my head. The topic of conversation wasn't exactly arousing, but Alice's tight snatch was still wrapped around my shaft and she undulated her body enough to keep Mr. Happy interested. A moment later, she reached underneath the back of her t-shirt, unsnapped her bra, and then removed both articles to leave herself completely naked in my lap.

My eyes quickly popped open wide at the sight of her large, firm melons, and my tongue slid across my upper lip in anticipation of suckling on a pink teat. But Alice quickly covered up both breasts with her hands.

"Not until you tell me the truth," she admonished.

"Weaponizing your assets? What have you done with the real Alice?" I marveled in surprise, playfully darting my head down left and right trying to get around her hands.

"I'm learning," she enthused with a smirk, dodging me by shifting her torso around. The net effect was that she had to really work her ab muscles, which ultimately squeezed my dick that much more pleasantly.

I sighed and leaned back. "There's really nothing fancy going on. Belle said it best: I'm keeping the BTC 'in balance'. Sam and I literally had sex every single day from her moving in on Sunday night until a Saturday morning threesome with Belle. That's not balanced. I did the same thing on Fridays to pay extra attention to the rest of you knowing Belle would be staying overnight and I could make it up to her later."

"So you kicked her out of the house so you could focus on me?" Alice set her hands on my shoulders and cocked her head to the side. Her tits were now undefended, but I'd stopped trying to get my mouth around them.

"Well, she WAS distracting us from our gaming session together."

"Maybe. But then, she could've watched us for a while and then joined in when we started fucking. I mean, I was already thinking about you kneeling here in front of the couch pounding my pussy while she sat next to us so I could suck on her fat nipples."

"But I'd feel obligated to service her too. The way it worked out, you got all of my focus."

"I suppose that makes sense... IF it's the entire truth." Alice read my eyes. "And even if it is, this isn't something you've cooperatively agreed on with her. From my angle, it looks like you unilaterally decided to just push her aside and she's not happy about it."

I winced. "It's not that I like pushing her aside, but it's what's best for the BTC. I did the same thing when Belle got a little too clingy."

"So you think Sam IS getting clingy."

"No, sorry, let's not get the two of them mixed up. Sam's not being clingy, but she is... around... and I want to nip things in the bud before feelings get hurt."

"Then why haven't you just SAID that to her? I see the little looks she gives you, and I'm not the only one. If you said plainly that you're just trying to keep everyone 'in balance', I think she'd agree with you and would stop feeling so rejected."

"You're probably right."

"Of course I am. Alice is always right."

I snorted and rolled my eyes just before she took my head and gave me a quick kiss. Clenching her inner muscles around me, Alice wrapped her arms around my neck and shifted forward, bringing her big bosoms right up against my face. I happily noshed on a proffered teat, teasing the eraser-sized nub with the tip of my tongue before sucking in a good chunk of titflesh and inhaling deeply.

But before we really got going, Alice bopped me on the head. "Talk to her. Tonight."

Still with a mouthful of mammary material, I nodded my agreement.

And then she started riding me.

****

Sam didn't come home for dinner, so I went over to Belle's and ate with her and her dad. I was in my bedroom just after 7pm when I heard her come in, walk straight down the hall, and go into the guest room without stopping. Moments later, the door closed.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my own book and went over to her room. I knocked, announced myself, and when she answered, "Come in," I opened the door and went inside.

Wordlessly, I rolled back Sam's chair away from her folding table/desk. She looked up at me in surprise but didn't resist as I took her head in my hands and bent over to give her a sweet kiss. She whimpered just a bit into my mouth before wrapping her arms around my shoulders and returning my kiss with fervent passion. A moment later, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her over to the bed, where I sat down on the edge while the gorgeous blonde remained sideways in my lap as we continued to make out.

Eventually, though, we had to break for air. Her eyes were a little hollow, and I noticed the way her dark roots were coming in; she was probably due for a fresh dye-job. Overall, she looked a little haggard, and while I knew her current state of distress was probably due far more to her estrangement from her parents, I couldn't help but believe my own recent detachment had something to do with it as well.

"I'm sorry," I stated apologetically. "I've been neglecting you."

Sam searched my eyes, took a deep breath, and gave me a measured look. "I think I understand why."

Panic set in. Did she really understand? Did she really know the truth?

"I had dinner with Zofi today and we talked about it. I mean, I wish you'd just told me instead of cutting me off without warning, but I get it. You and I were getting a little too close together and out of balance, so you pulled back. It's just like Belle said about you not paying me or her much attention on Friday so you could focus on the other four."

I blinked and sighed in relief. "Yeah, exactly," I stated firmly. "Alice and I talked about it too. I mean, I'm sorry for not discussing it with you first. I didn't mean... I mean I didn't realize... I..." I sighed. "I have no real excuse. I should've just said something right from the start instead of kicking you out of the house on Saturday."

Sam's eyes narrowed. "Or just up and disappearing Sunday without a word to go have a date with Neevie."

I pursed my lips. "Alice was here Saturday morning, I had scheduled an overnight with Mari, and Belle was obviously already here Friday. Zofi actually doesn't seem to mind getting less of my attention, but I figured Neevie would appreciate it. One, two, three, four, five."

"You're trying to keep the BTC 'in balance', a balance I upset a little bit by moving in here with you."

"Exactly," I agreed with a strained smile. "But I can tell it still hurts you."

"The lack of communication hurt me. I didn't understand why."

"I'm sorry. I should've said something sooner."

"Yes, you should have. But that's alright. You're here now, and I for one have been getting pretty antsy." Sam squirmed in my lap and tightened her grip around my neck. She leaned in and nuzzled her nose against mine, saying, "Do you realize I haven't had you inside me since Saturday morning? That's almost four days."

I blinked. "You used to go four days without me all the time, if not longer."

"Yeah, well, that was when I was living with my parents. It's different knowing you're right down the hall. So when I'm feeling stressed and could really use a big 'O' to unwind, it's just so fuckin' tempting to knock on your door and ask Master to bend Tight-Arse Slut over and give her a good reaming."

I suddenly grabbed a bunch of hair at the back of Sam's head, jerking on it roughly. "Does Tight-Ass Slut need a good reaming now?"

"Yes, Master. Please, Master. I haven't felt you inside me for an eternity."

Tight-Ass Slut ended up having to wait an eternity and then some more. Master used and abused Tight-Ass Slut that evening, treating her like his personal plaything devoid of emotional attachment and easily discarded.

Tight-Ass Slut had to feel Master's dick entering and re-entering her throat over and over again while she lay back across her own bed with her head hanging over the edge. Master fucked Tight-Ass Slut's face, reveling in the sight of his cockhead denting her throat from the inside.

An eternity finally ended when Master bent Tight-Ass Slut over the foot of her bed and slammed his sausage deep into her sweet snatch. He pinned her head down with his left hand and trapped her left arm against her lower back with his right hand while ordering Tight-Ass Slut to finger her own pussy until she screamed in unholy orgasm.

Then, since Tight-Ass Slut did not have the foresight to keep a bottle of lube in her room, Tight-Ass Slut had to endure Master's cock filling Tight-Ass Slut's tight ass with nothing but her own girlcum on Master's dick to assist with entry. And Tight-Ass Slut howled in agonizing ecstasy, finding her blissful relief only when Master roared in victorious conquest as he crammed the busty blonde's colon full of all his creamy cum.

I left Sam sweaty and semi-conscious on her bed, leaking sperm from her gaping anus that dribbled down her perineum and coated her red-worn labia. Her eyes were closed but she was grinning with satisfaction, looking so disheveled but gorgeous that I couldn't help kissing her cheek tenderly before leaving the room to go clean myself up.

I felt better, and Sam apparently felt better as well. Whatever else might be going on between us emotionally, the orgasms had certainly relieved pent-up pressure for both of us. We seemed to be on the same page now regarding keeping the BTC 'in balance'. And with the sex part now out of the way, I figured we'd be fine. I figured she'd go to sleep in her room, I'd go to sleep in mine, and I'd wake up alone.

Again, I figured wrong.

****

The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against her back, covered only by a thin layer of cotton. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the large bare breast I was currently palming beneath her nightie. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into her panty-covered ass. And breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her platinum-blonde hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.

I had no idea when Sam had come to join me in my bed. She could've arrived immediately after I'd fallen asleep or slipped in less than an hour ago. I didn't know, but unlike previous mornings, I found that I actually cared. What had changed in her mind to cause her to return to slipping into bed with me when she'd explicitly stated she wouldn't do it anymore? Was she not mad at me anymore for skipping out on her and Belle Sunday to spend the day with Naimh? Was it that she couldn't fall asleep in the guest room and came over to my room in order to fall asleep safe and content in my arms? Did she awake in the middle of the night feeling lonely and then come to join me?

Was it just about physical comfort?

Or was there something more?

I wanted nothing more than to gently stroke her body, titillate her senses, and tease her flower petals open. I wanted nothing more than to have her wake up to the sensations of my big dick suddenly invading her pussy from behind.

Except, well... that was a lie.

I DID want more than that, and the reasons why I wanted more than that stopped me from stroking, titillating, or teasing. Instead, I found myself gazing down at her lovely face as she slept. I tried to memorize the serenity of her features, unguarded and unmasked, so that I could remember the sight of her beauty forever.

I don't know if she could feel my gaze or not. Perhaps she subconsciously realized I wasn't palming her naked breast anymore. Whatever the reason, Sam slowly woke up, her eyelids blinking like butterfly wings alternating between slow and fast upon landing on a flower, and then finally going still in a completely open position. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes, and it felt like she could see straight into my soul. Wordlessly, she kissed me and kissed me and KISSED me until rolling me onto my back. She shifted slightly, removing her panties before swinging a leg over my hips and straddling me. Still silent, she removed her nightie, smiled at my sharp inhalation at the revelation of her naked beauty, and then sank herself down around my flagpole prick.

Sam fucked me in a way I'd come to recognize as her way of focusing on my pleasure without worrying about her own. Part of me wanted to let her, but part of me didn't, for the same reasons why I'd been holding myself back all weekend. Because that whole bit about wanting to keep the BTC 'in balance' as the reason for me pushing her away the past few days was utter bullshit. I mean, it sounded good, and made more logical sense than the idea that I was somehow getting sick of Sam. Even Zofi and Sam herself had independently come to that conclusion. It made sense.

At least, it made more sense than the REAL reason I'd been pushing her away since Friday afternoon.

The reason why I needed to push her away now as well.

With how hard she was riding me and how expertly she worked her milkmaid muscles around my imbedded cock, she should've gotten me off fairly quickly. But I was resisting her, trying to bottle up my emotions and in the process shunting away the pleasure. At some point, she realized my hands on her hips weren't helping her fuck me, but rather holding her in place to prevent her from humping. And when she realized that, she came to a stop and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry," I muttered with a grimace, desperately holding my orgasm at bay.

"Why are you stopping me?"

"I... I can't do this," I rasped, my throat feeling thick and swollen to the point I could barely breathe. "I don't want this."

That comment brought her up short. "Don't want what? Don't want to have sex right now?"

I clenched my eyes shut for just a moment and then gave her a mournful look.

"Look, I get the whole thing about keeping the BTC 'in balance'," she began with a look of confusion. "But this is different. Wanting to spend more time focusing on the others is one thing, but stopping me from making love to you right here and now? Something else is wrong. Is it me?"

My mournful look turned into an apologetic look.

"You don't want ME?" Sam looked astonished. She sat back a bit, still impaled, but our intimate joining was now completely forgotten. She blinked several times, shaking her head, and stared off to the side for a moment.

Pursing her lips, she abruptly brought her attention right back to me. "It's Belle, isn't it? You two had your Happily Ever After, riding off into the sunset to Berkeley together, and then I had to show up and crash your party. Is that it? You're in love with Belle, and I'm fucking things up."

"No!" I insisted. And with absolute certainty, I stated, "I'm not in love with Belle."

"Neevie then. You've always been in love with her. Fuck, I should've seen it when you bailed on Sunday to take her out on that spontaneous date. I'm such a fucking idiot. I mean, the two of you talked a good game about being okay with your friends-with-benefits relationship, but deep down you've always wanted each other and now here I am, moving in and spending all this time with you and she's secretly jealous so you--"

"It's not Neevie," I interrupted. "I'm not in love with Neevie."

"Then what?"

I rubbed my face with both hands and sat up. There were tears in Sam's eyes, tears that I knew were there because of me. It broke my heart to see them, and I started to reach for her face to brush the tears away but at the last second stilled my hand.

"It's ME? Just me?" she was practically sobbing now. She grabbed my hand and brought it to her cheek. "Am I not good enough for you? Is Aphrodite not what you want? Does Tight-Arse Slut not make you happy anymore?"

"Good lord, Sam, no, it's not that." Feeling frustrated myself, I pulled our chests together and rolled us both over to our sides. We managed to not get disengaged, and pulled both of her legs up and over my hips so that I could grind my pelvis down on her clit. "Aphrodite is AMAZING. And Tight-Ass Slut makes Master VERY happy."

She reacted to the pleasure immediately, gasping and clutching me close. I fucked her hard and I fucked her fast, surrendering to my emotions for a brief minute or two as if I could express my true feelings for this gorgeous creature with so simple a gesture. But I burned out really fast and came to stop, leaning into her with all my weight.

No longer finding an outlet through physical thrusting, my emotions surged up inside of me, and I closed my eyes to concentrate on capping the well before it exploded like a geyser. The emotions, you see, not a geyser of jism. Actually, thinking of it in such purely physical terms helped. Gallons of sperm flowing out of fire hydrants and all. And with the idea of just coldly fucking her the way I'd done to her last night, not "making love", I started my in-and-out thrusting once more.

"Matty, what's going on?"

I didn't respond verbally. I bent down and captured her lips with mine. I speared my tongue into her mouth, kissing her with every ounce of fervent passion I could muster. She whimpered and kissed me back, my obvious lust washing away her anxiety. And only after we'd been making out for a few minutes did I finally pull back and speak.

"Fuck me, Sam." I stared down at her with fire in my eyes. "Fuck me."

Her eyes said she didn't understand, but her body reacted to the pleasure. I bent down and kissed her again while she humped herself beneath me. We formed a perfect harmony, the undulations of her curves matching my powerful thrusts. It wouldn't take long for either of us. I pounded away at her pussy while she clutched and groaned beneath me. I bared my teeth and lightly bit her shoulder. Her wonderfully massive melons wobbled against my chest as I thundered down the final stretch, hammering her with full-length lunges.

"Matty... Matty... Matty..." the big-titted blonde whimpered as she approached her apex. "I'm gonna cum..."

"Cum for me, baby," I urged. "Cum..."

"Matty! Matty! I'm gonna! UUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!"

I switched from long lunges to short staccato thrusts, pounding her pussy and crashing against her clit over and over again to maximize her pleasure. In the process, I also found mine, and with one final lunge, I rammed myself all the way into the hilt and held that position as I emptied everything I had inside my body into hers.

And that's when the first hot tear splashed down from my face to land on her cheek.

And then another.

And another.

"Matty?" Sam asked hesitantly. "What's going on? Good lord, Matty, you're crying."

A few more hot tears left my cheeks and dripped downward.

"Matty, look at me," Sam urged, stroking my spine. "Open your eyes and look at me."

I sighed and opened my eyes. The instant I did, I automatically brushed her long platinum-blonde bangs back from her forehead and muttered, "Good freaking lord, you're beautiful."

Sam blushed, a little embarrassed by the out-of-left-field compliment. "Matty..."

I tried to stifle the tears falling from my eyes to no avail. I shook my head and sighed. "How did you ever manage to do this for months on end? It's only been a few days and already I'm breaking."

Sam blinked, obviously confused. "What are you talking about?"

"I know this isn't what you want," I continued. "I didn't mean for it to turn out this way; it just sorta... turned out this way."

"WHAT turned out this way?"

"Me, holding back."

"We talked about this keeping the BTC 'in balance'."