The Big Tits Club Ch. 57-58

My eyes got big as I groaned, "Oh, hell no. You girls are seriously gonna kill me."

Sam pouted. "But these pills each came in a thirty pack! I don't want them to go to waste!"

"Well they're definitely gonna go to waste if you give me a heart attack. I'm only eighteen!"

Naimh suddenly bent forward on the other side of Sam. "Keep 'em. We can either save them until we come back here during the holidays and get the whole BTC back together, use them for special occasions when it's just the three of us, or..."

Belle giggled. "Or find a few more hot and sexy babes in Berkeley with a thing for taking Matty's dick up their tight assholes."

Sam and Naimh both grinned. Sam was about to comment, but just then Belle groaned, clenched her eyes shut, and threw her head back. The pint-sized little fairy was about to cum with my big dick up her backdoor.

"Ahhh... Ahhh..." she gasped, as if on the verge of a powerful sneeze. But instead of letting out a big "ACHOO", instead she finished with "OHHHWWWAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!!!"

She clenched up around me, momentarily so tight that I couldn't move. So I rode out the waves, panting heavily from weariness. By now, my legs were SHOT.

"No more... no more..." Belle wheezed when she finally came back to Earth. "Let Zofi have him. She's the only one who didn't get him this round."

Zofi was still next to us, and her eyes got big in surprise. I quickly turned back to Sam and Naimh, suggesting, "Maybe it'd be better if one of you two--"

"No, no," Zofi cut me off. "I want him. The motto is 'All for one', not 'Six out of seven for one'."

I winced. "You don't have--"

"Darling? Shut up and fuck my ass," she stated primly, her manner as genteel as if she were sipping tea in a British formal parlour.

I chuckled, pulled out of Belle, and moved myself behind Zofi as the exquisitely beautiful brunette bent over the counter. She sighed as I slid back into her butthole, and I reached forward to cover the backs of her hands with my palms, interlacing our fingers together.

"One for all..." she crooned as I filled her up and started pumping. It didn't take long, as I wasn't holding back. And just before I reached my peak, she then craned her head around to gently kiss my cheek, finishing sweetly, "And all for you."

I thrust forward one final time and came.

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-- CHAPTER 58: Forever Friends --

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What followed after graduation I can honestly say was the greatest summer of my life. Other subsequent summers may have had higher highs or more important events. But start to finish, the time period between the end of high school and the beginning of college was so amazing that words can't do it justice.

Let's start with the obvious: I got laid.

A lot.

I laughed.

A lot.

I felt happy.

A lot.

Life is full of peaks and valleys, but that summer there basically weren't any valleys. There were just peaks and even higher peaks. I had seven busty bisexual babes for girlfriends who all apparently wanted to make the most of the time we had left (yes, technically Zofi wasn't a girlfriend anymore, but "All for One"). So... yay me.

Sam in particular wanted to make the most of the time she had left with Zofi, so there were a lot of threesomes that summer. Sam especially liked to have Zofi buckle on Matty Junior and get plugged in both holes. Sometimes she sat her pussy down on Zofi and Tight-Ass Slut let me ravage her tight ass. I certainly loved banging the beautiful busty blonde's bubblicious booty from behind before blasting her bunghole full of baby batter, especially while she loudly moaned from her best friend's ministrations beneath us.

But more often it seemed that Sam sat her pussy down on me so she could cradle my face in her hands and make out with me while Zofi did the work of stimulating her senses. Strangely enough, it was just how we "made love". Of course, immediately afterward Sam and I would both remember we'd soon be parted from Zofi, and the pair of us would give Zofi a boyfriend/girlfriend special and really blow the beautiful brunette's brains out (not literally). My personal favorite was me spooning Zofi from behind, slow-dicking her, nibbling on her neck, and fondling her smooth flesh while Sam made out with her best friend while diddling Zofi's clit.

Mari was like-minded in sharing both me and her BFF. While she'd come to love playing around with Belle and the other girls as an extension of their friendships, she was still more hetero than lesbian, so our threesomes usually involved my dick in one of her orifices while Belle helped out. My personal favorite was having Mari seated on me reverse-cowgirl on the couch, bouncing her bubble butt in my lap while I reached around to manhandle her marvelous, massive mammaries, all with Belle kneeling between our legs to tongue both her bestie's succulent snatch and also lick my balls.

Holly and Alice turned out to be pretty good friends, both of them pretty like-minded in maximizing pleasure for all parties involved with a minimum of emotional attachment. Sure, every so often Holly would give me a wistful sort of "what if" look, but she rather pragmatically accepted the situation and was determined to make the most of it. Personal Slut also seemed to enjoy the attention of Mistress Alice, and there was one afternoon with blindfolds, handcuffs, a riding crop, and a ball gag I'll have a hard time forgetting.

And Naimh seemed even more despondent to be losing four of her best friends than I was. I don't think there was a single day that summer she didn't visit at least one of Alice, Zofi, Mari, or Holly, even if the girl in question wasn't with me. Of course, quite often those visits DID coincide with occasions that included visits with me, so a good number of the above listed threesomes turned out to be foursomes or moresomes. The nympho redhead was always more than happy to share.

We didn't spend ALL our time having sex of course, and truth be told, I figured Zofi would miss Sam more than she would miss me. Likewise for Mari and Belle. But still, I spent every available minute with at least one of the BTC girls, and never went to bed alone. Even Holly spent a wild and crazy weekend with me. As it turned out, she could comfortably fall asleep in bed with someone else (she just had to be completely fucked to exhaustion in order to do so).

We didn't spend every day together as a group of eight or anything. Zofi still had dance classes. Naimh spent a lot of time on her art and costumes, as well as visiting the others. Mari got a baking book and wanted to make every recipe in the book before she left for school, and Belle spent as much time as she could with her bestie. Alice took to organizing her manga/comic book collection and also came over to video game with me five days out of the week. And Holly had other friends she wanted to visit and hang out with before they all went their separate ways.

Finally, Sam took an internship at a law firm. She worked what amounted to an 8am to 5pm full-time job, which meant that out of all seven of the BTC babes, it was my Head Girlfriend I saw the least. But she definitely made up for her absence for the time we did spend together. And good fucking lord was she ridiculously sexy coming home from a day at the office all dressed up in a smart business suit and sexy skirt "power lawyer" combination, feeling frisky and demanding that I strip her down and fuck her immediately.

Of course, there was that one time I was in the middle of sawing my big dick in and out of her tight twat while she was still half-dressed. And when I started tugging at the jacket sleeves a little too hard, she yelped, "Don't tear the seams! I borrowed this from Beverly!"

I'd stopped in my tracks immediately, my eyes getting big. Now that she mentioned it, I recognized the outfit and could even remember what Mother looked like wearing it. My boner was once again quite confused.

Still, my house (and the pool) remained Hangout Central, with at least one if not two or three (or more) of the girls spending their idle time in my back yard. It became fairly routine for me to wake up in the morning and have sex with one girl, spend a good chunk of the day with a different girl, and fall into bed at the end of the night with a third. There weren't really Neevie Mondays or Alice Tuesdays anymore, although Mari kept to the regular Mari Monday Night thing. The girls took turns and augmented their one-on-ones by joining threesomes or foursomes throughout the week. I never really knew who was up next, but I was never disappointed. Fridays remained group days, the one time all eight of us made sure to come together as a whole. Each and every one of us wanted to make the most of the time we had. And knowing it was all going to end soon made every experience sweeter and more vibrant.

Unfortunately, that summer was kind of like one of those sand timers we used for board games and sex rotations.

Eventually, the sand runs out.

****

"Penny for your thoughts?" Belle asked softly into my ear.

"Hmm?" I asked distractedly, my gaze across the circular hot tub at the several pairs of naked breasts bobbing up and down like corks on the surface of the bubbling water. But despite the way the fleshy globes enticingly wobbled with the Jacuzzi jet waves, I wasn't paying any attention to them. My thoughts were elsewhere, and Belle could apparently tell my eyes had been unfocused.

I blinked and glanced over at her momentarily before frowning and staring down at the water in the center of the tub. The other girls were engrossed in their conversation and paid me no mind at the moment. I tried to shrug her off, muttering, "It's nothing."

"Matty... It's me."

I sighed and shook my head, turning to whisper into her ear so no one else could overhear. "Not here."

Blinking, my "little sister" nodded her head while glancing around the tub, understanding that I couldn't talk about the other girls within earshot. The subjects of my melancholy thoughts continued nattering on, and Naimh laughed particularly loudly at some joke Mari made. But rather than leave me alone completely, Belle sagged down and set her head against my left shoulder while taking my left hand between both of hers and rubbing it reassuringly. I reached across my body with my right hand to gently caress her cheek before taking a deep breath and letting my thoughts drift across the tub to each of the girls surrounding us.

Mari was just to Belle's left, quite vocal and leading a good chunk of the conversation. It was a marvel to see how much the shy wallflower had come out of her shell over the past year, and especially the past couple of months. I thought about her cuddliness, her almost innocent warmth, and of course her lush body built for sex that never failed to blow my mind. Now that we were in late August and literally only two days away from going our separate ways, I knew that I would miss her terribly. She really had been a spectacularly awesome girlfriend, and if there was one thing I regretted about this year, it was not giving her enough consideration when I had the chance.

At least she got another full week as Queen Mari at the end of July. That was certainly fun, for both of us.

Alice was to my right, and she presently stood up on the submerged bench beneath us, waterfalls running down her spectacularly athletic naked body while she adopted some kind of pose that looked like a cross between a bodybuilder's flex and the Heisman Trophy. My ears weren't really working at the moment, lost as I was to my own thoughts. The sounds she made were like the trombone voice of Charlie Brown's teacher, but I could readily see the joy on her face when she grinned and then hopped forward to splash down into the water. I loved her energy, her uniqueness, and the comfortable sexuality she'd developed that made fucking such a natural extension of our friendship without any of the complications of "falling in love." She was the one and only girl in the BTC I could always trust to give me her opinion straight, unfiltered and without ulterior motive. I would sorely miss having that kind of unbiased confidante, not to mention missing my video gaming buddy. It's not like Belle, Sam, or Naimh would suddenly turn into a gamer.

She deserved to grow beyond me, and I didn't begrudge her decision to choose the school she thought would be best for her. But I sincerely hoped fate would bring us back together again someday.

Zofi sat to Mari's left, cool as a cucumber and content to observe the conversation more than participate. When she had something to say, she said it and could be quite witty and playful when she wanted, but otherwise she was the epitome of "chill". Thinking back over these past couple of summer months since she'd formally come out of the closet, it seemed to me that Zofi had never before seemed so at peace with herself and her life. I mean, she had always been graceful and reflective, going about her days with careful thought and at her own pace. But it was as if she had always been so restrained out of a need to keep her guard up, never completely able to let go for fear of revealing herself. No longer. Now, she moved and breathed with complete serenity, highlighted by the way she currently hugged herself against Sam's upper arm with unguarded love, not in the least bit concerned with any of us thinking negatively of her.

A romantic relationship had never been in the cards for us, but her promise of shared parenthood still bonded us together. I found myself more at ease with letting her go than any of the others, because I at least had that promise to look forward to.

I even found it easier to let go of Zofi than to let go of Holly. Her hair was back to blue, not quite the bright neon blue of that fateful night when "The Holly Incident" unexpectedly kick-started this whole thing off, but more of an iridescent dark blue. She'd even grown a small landing patch and colored it blue as well, just for kicks. She sat between Sam and Naimh, fully part of the BTC these last couple of months instead of feeling like the newcomer. She'd been a breath of fresh air for the group, playful and inventive, asking for nothing and just happy to enjoy the time that we had. In a way, I shouldn't have been surprised that she'd approached her relationship with me so casually. She had been, after all, a social butterfly for as long as I'd known her, never staying in one place for too long. The fact that she'd remained with the BTC this long was a minor miracle, although I was sure that had more to do with the knowledge that there was a known time limit on our relationships before the rest of us quite literally spread out to different schools from her.

Every now and again there had been hints of something deeper than the Personal Slut persona she adopted with me so often, fleeting glimpses into the psyche of a young girl who wanted more but never let anyone in past the surface. I found myself wondering more than once "What if?" What if we weren't going to different schools? What if she'd joined the BTC a few months earlier? What if I'd let her seduce me that first night? What if there could be something more between us than our purely physical Master/Personal Slut relationship?

Too late.

Perhaps I'd never find out.

I wasn't ready to let them go. Any of them.

But time had run out.

The end of the BTC was near.

****

For our final day together as a group, the BTC decided to spend it out at the beach. I drove around in the minivan picking the girls up just after breakfast, and we headed out to Half Moon Bay with a twelve-by-twelve canopy and a portable barbecue. We got a great spot on Dunes Beach with its high cliffs backstopping us and set up camp. Sam brought her boom box and a few mixed MP3 CDs. We built some sandcastles, did some body-surfing, flew kites, tossed a Frisbee, and generally had a great time. The girls even spent an hour burying me in the sand and carving a mermaid body around me. I still have a photo of all seven of the girls surrounding me as the sandy mermaid on my desk at home.

After the mermaid bit, I headed into the water to clean up and spent a good five minutes shoulder-deep while trying to get sand out of the various crevices in my body, especially my ass-crack. When I emerged, though, Alice moved to intercept me by the simple expedient of taking my hand and tugging me along the waterline for a walk along the beach. She brought my sandals with her, and I quickly realized she was taking me up to the coastal trail atop the bluff, probably so we could have a private conversation.

I was sort of right.

Alice wanted to talk, and she wanted to talk privately, but not one-on-one private. Mari, Zofi, and Holly were already atop the bluff, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to realize the four BTC girls who were NOT coming with me to Berkeley had pulled me aside for this little chat.

"Hello, ladies," I greeted them casually, letting the wind dry me off rapidly. The four of them had put on shirts or jackets for this little hike away from the beach. "What's up? I'm assuming we're not here to enjoy the view."

The four of them glanced at each other, and to my surprise it was Mari who spoke for the group. "I'm sure it goes without saying," she began, "but we need you to promise you'll take care of our best friends."

I chuckled. "You're right: It goes without saying."

Holly shook her head. "I know you think heading off to Berkeley with Sam, Belle, AND Neevie is a dream come true. The three girls who love you the most are going with you, but if you ask me it's a damned powder keg disguised as a happy ending."

I frowned. "Powder keg?"

Holly gestured at the others. "You're bringing the three most volatile girls in the BTC to school with you while leaving the stable ones behind."

I snorted and started to protest, but my voice left my open mouth as I thought about Holly's words. She had a point. Alice, though, bought me some time when she cracked, "I don't think you qualify as 'stable', Holly."

Holly rolled her eyes and immediately backhanded Alice's upper arm.

Meanwhile, the gears were turning in my mind. Belle had obviously turned out to be the emotionally erratic one of the group, and without Mari's steadying influence, who knew what might happen up in Berkeley? I liked to believe Sam had a good head on her shoulders, but she was just bipolar enough between her desire to be with me and her desire to avoid me so she could focus on her career goals for me to know that delicate balance could be upset at any moment. And if she tipped, Zofi would have made an ideal choice to help her get in balance once again. I mean, -I- certainly couldn't do it if I was the source of the problem in the first place.

Naimh, on the other hand, was just flat out in love with me but had already confessed a bit of an inferiority complex when it came to my depth of feelings for her in comparison to those for Sam and Belle. Plus, she did have that Irish temper. I couldn't say Alice had spent years with her the way the other two pairings had spent, but still I knew Alice would've been an unbiased, stabilizing influence on her.

Hell, Alice would've been an unbiased, stabilizing influence on ME.

Holly continued. "All three BFF duos are breaking up tomorrow, all are used to being the alpha in their bestie relationships, they're all in love with you, AND the four of you are gonna have to figure out roommate issues on the fly. So, yeah... powder keg disguised as a happy ending."

I frowned, not really liking the direction of this conversation. "Are you trying to make me NOT be happy about going to Berkeley with them?"

"Not at all." Holly shook her head. "Just wanted to make sure your eyes are open to the situation. We've had a spectacular summer together, and I don't regret a minute of it. But the three of them are our friends too, we've had this exact same conversation with each of them as well, and we just want to make sure you know what you're getting yourself into."