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BTC 2.0: Chapter 44

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-- CHAPTER 44: The Garage --

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Sam was the first one to go after Naimh, and then Belle popped up and dashed after both of them. I stood there for ten seconds with my jaw on the ground, still stinging from the unexpected vehemence in Naimh’s voice, and glanced around at Eva, Isabela, and Luna with shock running freely across my face. But as soon as I gathered my wits about me, I hurried after my three original BTC girls.

The others remained on the couches surrounding the fire pit, or so I thought. But to my surprise I heard the sound of clacking high heels behind me striking the hard slate of the tiled back patio, and I glanced over my shoulder to find Eva hustling after me.

I merely gave her a tight smile and then continued forward, not running exactly, but still moving briskly to try and catch up. The girls were heading across the backyard lawn away from the house, and away from everyone else at the party.

Sam and Belle had both caught up to Naimh, but the redhead resolutely stalked all the way to the far corner of the backyard where the tall wood-panel fence bordering Lincoln’s property intersected with the steel railings marking the end of the landscaped yard and keeping people safe from falling down the hillside. With nowhere else to go, Naimh spun around and glared at them, saying something I couldn’t hear over the din of the pumping music and party conversations behind me.

But Eva and I joined them shortly, and I was just in time to see Naimh hold her hand palm out and bark hotly, “I said, ‘Go away!’ I don’ wanna talk t’you righ’ now!”

“Neevie, please.” Sam stood back. “I don’t understand why you’re so upset.”

“And tha’ makes me even MORE upset!” Naimh raged. “You don’t deserve him, you know that? You. Don’t. Deserve him!”

“Neevie…” I began in a conciliatory tone, but she abruptly started screaming a primal scream of anguish, but it was only out loud for a split-second before she buried her face in both hands and shuddered, trying desperately to hold it in.

“Neevie, please,” Sam started while at the same time I repeated, “Neevie…”

While Sam stayed where she was, I walked over to hug my Head Girlfriend. But just as soon as I came within range, I found my forward momentum abruptly arrested with a hard shove to my chest keeping me back.

“NO. This is YOUR fault too, you fookin’ idjit!” the Irish redhead barked, adding a little extra oomph into her hand to literally push me away.

I backed off, raising both hands. “What did I do?”

“It’s what you keep doin’! It’s what you always do! Christ Almighty, Matty! How can ya possibly not see?!”

“I’m sorry for not seeing,” I apologized. “I’m sorry for--”

“STOP. FOOKIN’. APOLOGIZIN’!!!” Naimh roared, her infamous Irish temper blazing hot. “It’s not helpin’ tonight! It’s not!”

“Neevie…” Sam interjected. “If this is about me, then let’s--”

“Of COURSE it’s about you! Have ya not been list’nin’?! You know what? Fuckit. Just go’way. I’m spittin’ mad and I don’ wanna be mad at’you but I’m still spittin’ mad, alright? I walked over here ’cause I don’ WANNA talk t’you righ’ now!”

“Neevie, please,” Sam persisted.

“GO BACK TO YOUR FRIENDS, SAM!” Naimh thundered, gesturing with both arms fully extended back towards the house.

“You ARE my friends,” Sam insisted.

All of the air seemed to deflate out of Naimh’s body. Her arms flopped limply to her sides, her shoulders slumped, and she pursed her lips while sighing wearily and shaking her head.

“No, we’re not,” Naimh muttered. She exhaled slowly, fresh tears rolling down her eyes as she repeated, “No, we’re not.”

And then she turned her back to us and buried her face in her hands.

Sam looked shocked, her mouth opening and closing a few times as she tried to think of what to say.

“Go away, Sam,” Naimh said softly, wearily. “Please. Just go away.”

Sam blinked, her lower lip quivering. Her eyes were moist, and she raised her right hand to cover her mouth.

And then she turned and slowly went away.

Eva was right behind me and immediately reached an arm out to Sam, catching hold of the blonde’s forearm and then immediately sliding down so that their hands were clasped. Sam stopped walking for a moment and turned to look back in surprise. Eva squeezed Sam’s hand and gave her an encouraging smile, which made Sam give her a grateful smile in response.

But then Sam sighed, shook her head, and pulled her hand out of Eva’s grasp to walk away again, this time walking much more quickly with her head bowed and her shoulders hunched. I felt an immediate tug to go after her, but instead turned back to Naimh.

Belle had already molded herself against the redhead’s side. Naimh still had her face buried in her hands and she was clearly sobbing, and I stepped over to Naimh’s other side to hug her as well.

But as soon as she felt my touch, Naimh’s forearm shot out to hold me at bay. “You too, Matty. Just go away. Go after Sam. She’ll need you right now.”

“But you’re clearly hur--”

“Just GO, Matty.” Naimh held her palm out to me. She shook her head, turned her back to me, and in a heartbroken voice, she muttered much more softly, “Just go.”

I glanced at Belle, who reassured me with a firm grip that she’d stay with Naimh. I glanced at Eva, who gave me a helpless shrug. Every instinct in me said that it would be a mistake to walk away from Naimh right now. But at the same time, I was too well-trained to obey a girl’s wishes in a moment like this.

Sam DID need me. She was all alone. Naimh at least had both Belle and Eva.

“Just GO, Matty!” Naimh barked one more time.

I went.

****

Walking back across the lawn towards the rest of the party, I realized I’d lost sight of Sam. You’d think a busty blonde in a fire-engine red dress would be easy to spot, but as I panned from side-to-side, I had no clue.

I first went to the back patio, returning to the couches surrounding the fire pit, thinking perhaps Isabela or Luna might have seen Sam return. But neither of the Latina girls were there anymore, and the seats had been reoccupied by other guests. I took a deep breath and let out a long sigh before running both hands up my forehead and into my hair while I turned to scan the area, searching for familiar faces.

Dozens of party guests looked semi-familiar. Sam and Charlie had led us around the whole house socializing for close to an hour, so I’d probably met each and every one of them face-to-face tonight. But of the people within view at the moment, there was only one whose name I knew with absolute certainty. And since he’d previously displayed a keen interest in paying attention to my girls’ whereabouts within his house, I headed over to him.

“Hey, Lincoln!” I called as I approached, drawing his attention away from the couple he was chatting with over by the outdoor Christmas tree. Jason and Melanie? Maybe? I wasn’t sure. I’d met WAY too many new people tonight.

The ruggedly handsome Cal Berkeley senior with soap-opera-star hair and a perfectly manicured five o’clock shadow turned to grin a pearly-white smile at me, his brilliant blue eyes twinkling with oodles of charm.

“Matty, my man!” Lincoln greeted pleasantly. “Is it Bounce House time yet?”

“Not yet, unfortunately. Have you seen Sam?”

“How could I NOT?” Lincoln chuckled. “That red dress she’s nearly spilling out of tonight? Bro… You have NO idea how jealous I am of you.”

I gave him a tight smile. “I meant recently. She walked off just a minute ago, and I was hoping you’d seen her.”

He arched an eyebrow, evaluating my expression. “Trouble in paradise, man? It’s never cool to have a girl that hot mad at you.”

“No, that’s not it,” I assured him. “Everything’s fine between me and Sam. Always has been.”

“She’s a devoted one, that girl.” Lincoln sighed somewhat mournfully. “No matter how many dudes try to hit on her, she’s always made loud and clear, ‘I love my boyfriend and you don’t stand a chance, so don’t even bother.’”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Good to know.”

“Well that and Charlie’s taken to being her bodyguard of sorts. Keeps the wolves at bay.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Like me.” Lincoln laughed before letting out a wolf howl, “AWOOOO!!!”

The couple standing next to us laughed, and Melanie(?) spoke up, saying, “I saw Sam head inside the house a minute ago. She did look upset. You sure she’s not mad at you?”

“I know she’s upset, but I’m pretty sure she’s not mad at me.”

“Mad at one of your other girlfriends?” Lincoln queried with clear intrigue.

“Something like that.” I shrugged and tried to look nonchalant.

“SIX girls tonight.” Lincoln turned to the couple and held up all the fingers on his left hand, along with his right index finger. “Last time this dude showed up here, he had FIVE girls he was fucking, and now he’s got SIX.”

“I’m not fucking all six of them,” I muttered before clenching my eyes momentarily for deigning to deny.

“Not yet?” Lincoln teased.

I rubbed my forehead and then pointedly turned my attention to Melanie(?). “Did you see which way Sam went?”

She gave me an apologetic look and shook her head. “Just that she went in through the back door by the kitchen. Charlie was at the bar. She probably went straight to him.”

I gave her a tight nod. “Thanks. Catch you guys later.”

And then I hustled off.

****

Charlie’s face was on my mind as I rushed in through the back door and immediately stopped to look around. The kitchen and a large great room were on my immediate left and filled with people, along with a separate granite bar adorned with rows of 2-liter soda bottles and various hard liquors. The bar itself where I’d met Charlie for the very first time three months ago was presently unmanned, although there were two guys standing on the other side pouring themselves a few drinks.

But then the tall, well-built young man I’d been looking for walked out from a hallway and turned in my direction. Charlie took one look at me, and when his face got tight, I knew with absolute certainty that he’d seen Sam.

“Where is she?” I asked without preamble as I walked straight up to him.

“She said she wants to be alone,” he muttered with a blush, looking rather embarrassed.

“Charlie, please. She’s my girlfriend, and she’s not upset with me.”

“How do I know that?”

“Did she tell you why she’s upset?”

“Well… no,” he admitted.

“Then can you please take my word for it?” I asked sincerely.

Charlie’s face got tight again, and he pursed his lips. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, bro, but I don’t really know you. I know Sam, and when she tells me she wants to be alone, I’m gonna make sure she’s left alone.”

“Dude,” I muttered with a sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose and closing my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I collected myself for a moment before exhaling and opening my eyes again. And after forcing myself to keep calm, I stated in the same sincere tone, “I saw you come back down that hallway. Is she in a room back there?”

“Matty…” He grimaced, clearly not wanting to say anything.

“Can you at least tell me if she’s still in the house? Please reassure me that she’s safe and sound and didn’t walk out the front door into the cold and who-knows-where in the middle of Berkeley after dark.”

Charlie sighed and nodded. “She’s in the house.”

“Please take me to her,” I requested. Planting my hands together as if in prayer, I gestured with them as I stated seriously, “Without going into details, she had a tiff with one of the other girls and I swear to you that she’s not upset with me. If she’s in pain, I can help. I’m her boyfriend. Lead me to her. We’ll stand outside the door, you can ask her if she wants to let me in, and if she says ‘no’, I promise that I’ll walk away, alright? You’re bigger and stronger than me - I wouldn’t be able to get past you anyway.”

Charlie’s eyes narrowed as he silently chewed over my proposal.

“I know you’re Sam’s friend. She says you’re a great friend,” I continued. “Please, Charlie. For Sam’s sake. Let me help her.”

The big guy sighed and rolled his eyes, and a moment later he gave me a tight nod. “Fine. For Sam’s sake. But if she tells us she wants to be left alone, we’re walking away. I’m not even letting us stick around for you to try and change her mind.”

“She won’t need to change her mind,” I stated confidently. “I’m her Matty.”

That last sentence seemed to pain him a little bit, and I saw a little bit of hope in his eyes fade away. I felt bad for the guy, knowing he had a crush on my girl, but it couldn’t be helped. When dating a girl as gorgeous as Sam, I knew there would always be guys who were attracted to her. But I was rock-solid in my belief of her faithfulness, and nothing would ever change my mind.

Charlie ultimately turned around and headed for the hallway, and I quickly followed after. It was a two-story mansion, and I expected him to lead me up the stairs to one of the bedrooms. But instead Charlie bypassed the stairs and walked to a door just past them. I noticed that the locks were on the hallway side of the door, and at first had to wrack my brain to figure out what kind of room would have a door set up that way, but then Charlie opened the door, and I realized he was leading me into the three-car garage.

The lights were off, and with only a little bit of moonlight illuminating two windows at the far end of the garage, it was difficult to see anything. When we stepped inside and the door closed behind me, I wondered for the briefest of moments whether or not Charlie had brought me into here so he could strangle me quietly and get rid of the competition once and for all.

“Is there a light switch?” I asked, turning around to try and peer through the darkness at the wall, still waiting for my eyes to adjust.

“Don’t. I asked the same thing, but she wanted to leave the lights off,” Charlie cautioned before turning forward and calling out, “Sam?”

My eyes were starting to adjust to the dimness, enough to tell that the first parking bay was empty, perhaps for the vehicle Lincoln’s parents had driven out for the night. The second parking bay had a shiny black Mercedes-Benz G500 SUV. And in the third bay beyond it by the windows I could see the nose of what looked like a Jaguar XKR.

“Sam?” I called out. “Sam?”

The front passenger door of the Mercedes opened, and the interior dome lights came on. I caught a flash of blonde hair and Sam’s red dress, and then she stepped out of the SUV and peered through the gap between the windshield and the open door. “Matty? Oh, Matty! How did you find me?”

I started forward, but Charlie immediately stuck his right arm out in front of me. He stated gruffly, “I brought him here, but I also told him you said you wanted to be alone. If you still want to be alone, I’m taking his ass back outta here.”

“Oh no, that won’t be necessary. I’m glad he’s here,” Sam said with obvious relief. “Thanks for bringing him here, Charlie. You’re the best!”

Charlie grumbled something beneath his breath, and it sounded suspiciously like a complaint about never being more than second-best. But he dropped his right arm from in front of me and gestured forward with his left for me to go ahead and proceed. And then without waiting for another second, he turned and walked out of the garage, firmly shutting the door behind him.

But by then I had already rounded the front of the Mercedes. Sam likewise had come around her door and leapt onto me, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a juicy kiss right on my lips.

I think Charlie had already left the garage before that and didn’t hear us.

I think…

****

After kissing me for what felt like hours, Sam eventually dropped back down on her heels and sighed. The dome lights in the Mercedes were still on, providing a bit of illumination on the side of her face, enough for me to see her frown. “Why aren’t you with Neevie? She was clearly upset, and it’s not like you to leave her.”

“You seemed pretty upset yourself. Was I expected to leave you completely alone?”

“I can handle myself,” she muttered dismissively.

“Neevie’s got Belle and Eva both with her, and more to the point: Neevie ordered me to go away as well. She’s upset with both of us.”

“Over the Charlie thing? Really?”

“It’s not a good look.” I gave her a tight smile. “I trust you, Sam. I really do. But the way you’ve been acting with him…”

“Pssht. Charlie’s a friend. He’s a good friend, but still just a friend.”

“I know that.”

“I know he’s got a crush on me, but we’ve talked about it and I’ve made clear to him he’s in my ‘friend zone’.”

“I believe you.” I let my hands around her waist slip down to grab my girlfriend’s ass and give her buns a squeeze. “I know that you would never cheat on me. I know that you’d never hook up with anyone outside of our relationship.”

Sam immediately winced, and for a split-second my heart dropped the way your stomach does when the bottom falls out of a roller coaster.

She must’ve noticed the way my eyes had suddenly gone wide, because she instantly stood up straight and stammered in a panic, “It’s not what you think!”

I blinked twice and gave her an expectant look, my rock-solid belief in her faithfulness momentarily floating unsupported on open air.

“It was just last night and I was gonna tell you, I swear! Addie and I just got soooo stressed out studying and then we got to talking and then one thing led to another and--”

“Wait-wait-wait,” I cut her off, my knotted muscles relaxing. “‘Addie’? Adeline?” I knew that last night, Sam had crashed at her female friend’s apartment for the umpteenth time this month before coming home midday to change and get ready for tonight’s party.

“You’re not upset, are you?” she asked with a hint of worry.

“No, of course not,” I reassured her. “You know I’ve given you my carte blanche permission to hook up with any other girls you want.”

“It’s still a relief to hear you confirm that.”

“Still, I’m a little shocked.” I let out a long whistle before muttering in disbelief, “Adeline…”

“Surely you know how tight we’ve been getting lately. I talk about her a lot.”

“Well… you talk about her on occasion the few times we’re together long enough for you to talk about anything. But I didn’t realize you were… THAT close…” I mimed fucking motions with my left thumb and index finger forming a circle and my right index finger poking through the hole. “But I’ve teased you about getting stress relief with Adeline for months already. Didn’t you tell me she was straight?”

“She is. Well, was. Well…” Sam’s voice trailed off. “She’s always known I was bi and that I hook up with the other BTC girls. That made her a little uncomfortable at first, actually, at least until she got to know me better and I was able to reassure her that I’d never hit on her.”

“Never hit on her… until last night, apparently.”

Sam blushed and shook her head. “No, seriously. I never hit on her. She was the one who started asking me questions. Like, how differently did it feel to have another girl licking me instead of you? What was it like to have someone licking my clit while I was getting fucked? Did I really enjoy making out with other girls or was it just to entertain you? Stuff like that.”

“Okay. And she was asking you all this stuff last night?”

“Nah. She’s been asking me that stuff for months. Last night? Uhhh…” Sam trailed off for a moment and blushed. “Last night Addie got to asking me about what you, me, and the girls were doing on Thursday night.”

I grinned immediately at the memory. It had been late at night and both Belle and Isabela had come to my room to have an evening threesome before bed while Naimh spent the night with Luna. I’d been in a wicked-hot sixty-nine with Izzy while Belle tongued Izzy’s ass when Sam had burst into the room, panting with obvious need and tearing at her clothes while complaining that she was super-stressed-out and in desperate need of relief.

“See, I’d been here studying with Addie on Thursday night right up until I hit my breaking point and declared that I couldn’t read another word,” Sam continued. “I apologized to her and said I had to go home and get some no-questions-asked stress relief from my friends. Not the first time I’ve done that over the past few weeks.”

I nodded and smiled. On the one hand, Sam had crashed overnight at Adeline’s apartment more and more lately, but she’d also come home to get fucked midweek more and more lately. And any night spent being able to hold her in my arms again was a net positive in my book, even if we did little more than fuck and go to sleep before she woke up early and took off before breakfast.

“But last night WAS the first time Addie stopped and asked me exactly what we’d done,” Sam continued with a lascivious grin. “And she wanted details.”

I blinked in surprise. “Did you tell her about…?” My voice trailed off as I raised my eyebrows questioningly.

“About you, Belle, and Izzy tying me up and using me as ‘Tight-Arse Slut’?” Sam queried with a drunken giggle. “Yes.”

“Exactly how in detail did you get?”

Sam flushed and hugged me closer, her massive mammaries getting crushed against my chest in a way that made them plump up beneath my chin. “Umm, a LOT in detail.”

“The blindfold?”

“Yes.”

“The handcuffs?”

“Yes.”

“The riding crop?”

“Yesss,” Sam purred before leaning in and licking my ear.

“You know you never told me where you even got the riding crop and handcuffs.”

“Rachael gave them to me.” Sam leaned in to lick my ear again. “I’d been saving them for a special occasion. Ever think about parking the two of us side-by-side so you can fuck one of us while spanking the other sister?”

“Holy shit, Sam,” I muttered while she slid her hand down the front of my slacks and wrapped her fingers around my rapidly rigidifying rod.

“But then Thursday night became special occasion enough. Holy fuck, Matty, you have NO idea how stressed out I’ve been.”

I planted my hand on top of hers, arresting her up-and-down handjob motions. “I have some idea, but I’d really like to understand more if you’ll tell me.”

“There’s nothing else to tell; nothing you don’t already know.” She sighed with a shrug, still trying to jack my rod. “Classes. Writing Committee. Networking. Buttering up professors. Meeting with alumni with high-level connections. Laying the groundwork for internships at upper echelon law firms.”

“You’re a college freshman, Sam. You’re allowed to live a little.”

“Ninety-nine percent of college freshmen get to live a little, but only the top one percent get to be elite.”

“And you are one hundred percent elite.”

“Damn fucking straight I am.” Sam leaned in to nuzzle my nose. “And I can only do it all because of you. Because I know you’ve got my back. Because I know you’ll always be ready and waiting to support whatever I need. There’s nobody else in the world who could ever be to me what you are to me. Not Charlie. Not Addie. Not anybody. You’re my Matty. You’re the Single Most Important Person In My Entire Life. My Eternal Love. My Home.”

“Always,” I assured her. “I will always be your home.”

Sam clutched my head and pulled it down to hers for a searing kiss.

****

The door between the house and the garage only locked from the hallway side, as do pretty much all such doors in the world. There was nothing stopping anyone from coming into the garage and catching us in flagrante delicto: fucking each other’s brains out right next to Lincoln’s SUV. Well actually, we were half IN Lincoln’s SUV, given that Sam’s elbows were braced on the front passenger seat while I stood behind her, sawing my big dick in and out of her soaking-wet box from behind. Sure, our actions were semi-hidden from the door given that we were standing on the floor between the Mercedes-Benz and the Jag. But even though the garage lights were still off, the SUV’s interior dome lights still cast enough illumination on our faces that anyone standing by the door would be able to recognize us immediately.

The possibility of getting caught excited Sam – of that I was certain. Sure, she could’ve been extra-wet and extra-horny just riding the emotional high of proclaiming her eternal love, and the three cocktails she’d consumed probably helped as well. But it was the way she kept moaning and whimpering, ‘We might get caught, Matty! Ohmigawd… we might get caught!’ with breathless excitement that really cemented the idea in my head.

For my part, I’d sort of given up any pretense of living an ordinary sex life. Every single person at this party knew that I’d rolled up with six girls in the Escalade, and every single person at this party knew that I was regularly fucking a significant percentage of them. If someone actually did come into the garage and caught me fucking Sam over Lincoln’s front passenger seat, I thought it far more likely I’d get a thumbs up in affirmation rather than any kind of admonishment.

After pistoning my prick in and out of my personal plaything’s perfect pussy at a pell-mell pace until she clenched up and came, crying out her climactic ecstasy, I slammed forward and held myself balls-deep before letting out a low groan of satisfaction. It just felt so fucking gooood to be buried deep inside of Sam - to feel so intimately connected to her so that our bodies were melded together as one.

My first.

My Aphrodite.

Our bond would never be broken.

Furthering that idea of being melded together as one, I leaned over to drape my chest against her back and reach my hands around to grip her hanging breasts. I’d pulled the neckline of her fire-engine red dress down below her boobs to give me unfettered access to two of my favorite things in the entire universe. And my lover hummed happily before craning her head back over her shoulder to meet me for a fierce kiss.

“Mmm, I love the way you fuck me, Master,” she murmured with heartfelt sincerity, still panting in the aftermath of her incredible orgasm.

“I love to fuck you, Tight-Ass Slut,” I growled before pinching her nipples and pulling back far enough to give my hand room to slap her ass.

[THWACK]

“Eep!” Sam squeaked at the impact and then giggled while a glowing flush of arousal spread throughout her entire body. “Again, Master. Please?”

[THWACK]

“Again!”

[THWACK] [THWACK]

“Ah, FUCK!”

She nearly came again.

But rather than continue to spank her, I planted my hand against the back of my Tight-Ass Slut’s head and pushed it down onto the leather seat cushion. The buxom blonde babe bent over before me turned her cheek to the side and braced herself, her left hand pressed against the folding center-armrest to keep from getting pushed forward any farther. With the hem of her fire-engine red dress bunched up around her lower back and her matching red thong around her ankles, I had a perfect view of her spank-reddened creamy bubble butt and my darker, blood-engorged cock bisecting it in the middle. And just above the place where my thick prick disappeared from view inside the teenage dream’s tight twat, I let my thumb gently rub against her winking anus.

“Does Master want to fuck his Tight-Arse Slut’s tight arse?” the Aussie vixen drawled enticingly.

“In a minute,” I intoned seriously. And then I took hold of the platinum-blonde hottie’s hips and proceeded to pump my big prick in and out of her soaking-wet pussy once again.

“Fuck me, Master, Fuck me…” Sam moaned in rhythm with my thrusts.

“Ungh, ungh, ungh.”

“Take me, Master, take me…”

I kept up that pace for a couple of minutes, no longer in any hurry to wrap things up. As I said before, I wasn’t worried about getting caught. And now that Sam had gotten her first orgasm out of the way, she seemed to have lost her sense of urgency as well.

Pausing to catch my breath, I leaned over to fondle Sam’s big breasts again before standing upright and running both hands around her back and shoulders. “So what did you tell Adeline next, you Tight-Ass Slut?”

“Umm, where did I leave off?” she muttered, half-delirious.

“You told her about me pushing Tight-Ass Slut’s head down into Belle’s pussy and ordering you to eat her out while I fucked you from behind - hence us reenacting the situation.” I pumped my prick in and out of Sam’s pussy one more time for emphasis.

“Oh, right.” Sam giggled and sighed, wrapping her right hand around the gear shifter and almost idly pumping her hand up and down the leather phallic object as if it were a cock.

Sam sighed and seemed to lose herself in reminiscence, so when she didn’t say anything further, I reached my hand back and gave her asscheek a fresh slap.

“Eep!” my Tight-Ass Slut yelped before moaning and thrusting her butt back against my re-caressing hand. And in a breathless voice, she continued her narrative by mumbling, “I remember telling Addie about how strong and forceful you sounded when you ordered Izzy to crawl beneath me in a sixty-nine, but not to lick my pussy. You grabbed the back of MY head and forced it down into HER pussy, and ohmigawd does she have such a tasty, spicy twat. But you buried yourself all the way into me and ordered her to lick your balls while you slow-grinded yourself at full depth, forcing me to feel every last inch of you all the way deep inside me.”

I pushed myself all the way forward and held myself there at full depth, slow-grinding myself to let her feel every last inch of me. Bending forward, I leaned down to murmur into Sam’s ear, “And did she wanna know more about you licking Izzy’s pussy? Or Belle’s pussy before that?”

“Not at first. Addie was leaning against the corner of her couch with one foot planted on the cushion next to her. She was sort of hugging her knee, but I could see her hand drifting down between her thighs. I’ve told her before about how you’ve got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, so when I told her about feeling every last inch of you, she asked, ‘Well how many inches IS it?’”

I chuckled. “And you told her?”

“Nah…” Sam giggled and clenched her cunt around my embedded cock. “I told her that if she wanted to know, she’d have to bring a ruler, get you hard, and measure it herself.”

“You’re bad.”

She giggled again. “She said that if I called you up and invited you over, she’d be happy to measure it.”

I stopped moving for a second. “Doesn’t Adeline have a boyfriend? I’ve met the guy.”

Sam shrugged. “They broke up a month ago. He couldn’t deal with her workaholic nature. Not every guy is as understanding as you.”

“And you really want her to come join us?”

“Tell me the thought of having a threesome with me and Adeline right now doesn’t turn you on,” Sam murmured. “She’s pretty enough, isn’t she? She doesn’t have a big rack, but still. Maybe I should text her to come here into the garage.”

“No.”

“C’mon. I promise you’d enjoy it.”

“I’d enjoy it in the moment, for sure, if for no other reason than I wanna see you go down on her. But I’m juggling too many girls as it is, and you know it.”

“What if we made clear it would only be a one-time thing?”

“When has a girl ever been able to have sex with us and leave it at a one-time thing?”

“I know, I know.” Sam reached behind herself and grabbed my lower back, tugging as if she could pull me deeper within. “It’s just that I know she’s as super-stressed-out as I am, and she could really use some relief.”

“And didn’t she get some stress relief with you last night?” I nibbled on her shoulder, murmuring, “You still haven’t told me how you two ended up hooking up.”

“Fuck your Tight-Arse Slut’s tight arse right here in the garage and I’ll tell you everything, Master.”

“Deal.”

I kissed Sam’s shoulder one last time before withdrawing my rock-hard dick and standing up straight. Sam looked a little wobbly and couldn’t yet push herself up, so I reached forward to hook a forearm under her midsection and help her stand. Even still, her knees were unsteady and I didn’t trust her skyscraper-height stiletto heels to keep her balanced, so I continued to hold my amazing girlfriend in my arms. But at last she took a deep breath and seemed to get her marbles back, and she twisted around to wrap her arms around my neck and start up another hot-and-heavy makeout session.

My lover moaned into my mouth while her right hand trailed its fingertips down my chest before wrapping around my pussy-juice slickened rod. She started jacking my shaft while I reached up with my own meaty paws to grab her tits and go honka-honka to my heart’s content. And after another few seconds, I ducked down to mash her marvelous melons around my cheeks.

But when I stood back up and she was still stroking my shaft, I arched an eyebrow and remarked, “If you want me to fuck your ass next, you’re wiping off all your natural lube.”

“Oh you’re right. Poor me.” She pouted with mock theatricality, knowing exactly what she was doing. And then with the sunny cheeriness of an airheaded valley girl, she beamed as if struck with sudden inspiration as she enthused, “I know! I’ll lube you up with my mouth!”

And then she squatted down right then and there, grabbing my ass and impaling her face on my dick.

I groaned and felt my knees go weak as my Tight-Ass Slut crammed as much of my cock as she could straight down her throat. I reached up with both hands to brace myself - my left hand on the angled edge of the SUV’s windshield, and my right hand on the passenger headrest.

Sam had never been the most accomplished deep-throat artist and still had trouble doing so. But she gripped my asscheeks and tugged on them hard while forcing herself forward until at last she’d sealed her lips around the very base of my shaft. And then she snuck her tongue out to tease my balls just for good measure.

“Fuck!” I grunted at the exquisite sensations. Setting my feet, I got my balance and then reached down to hold my Tight-Ass Slut’s head in my hands, holding her down on my dick. And my lover’s beautiful brown eyes glowed amber as she stared up at me.

When I released my grip, Sam pulled back to catch her breath and then gave me a slobbery, sloppy blowjob solely for the purpose of lubing me up. I stared down at her in amazement, scarcely believing my gorgeous girlfriend was giving me a hummer in a darkened garage between two cars during a holiday party with hundreds of guests milling around. But I wasn’t about to question my good fortune - merely enjoy the ride for as long as it lasted. And once Sam had decided we were both ready enough, the luscious lady in red stood back up and turned around, reaching beneath the hem of her dress and hoisting it up with her wrists while planting both palms on her asscheeks and spreading them apart invitingly.

“Fuck your Tight-Arse Slut’s tight arse, Master,” she cooed with dove-like innocence. “Please?”

I centered my cockhead at Sam’s crinkled sphincter, nudging it forward while she exhaled and tried to relax. But her anal aperture didn’t immediately give way, pushing her body forward and a little off-balance. She couldn’t keep herself standing straight while relaxing her asshole at the same time. So instead I reached my left forearm around her midsection, held my dick with my right hand, and tugged her body back at me while I simultaneously pushed my prick forward.

Her asshole resisted at first, but then abruptly gave way. My prickhead popped through her pucker and she yelped in surprise, her eyes opening up WIDE at the sudden entrance while her mouth gaped open in sympathetic harmony. Sam’s legs had already been precariously balanced on her skyscraper heels, and they now buckled as she shuddered in response to my anal entrance. But before either of us could fall down, I tugged hard on her midsection with my left arm and sat myself back against the SUV’s passenger seat. And gravity did the rest of the work impaling my Tight-Ass Slut’s tight ass around my big dick as she collapsed back against my chest.

The SUV’s passenger seat was high enough off the ground that I was still more or less standing, albeit at an angle with my butt braced against the side of the chair. Even with her high heels, Sam wasn’t quite tall enough for her feet to reach the ground, so she was suspended in my lap with her legs spread to the sides, almost all of her weight crushing down on that single point of support with my big dick up her butt, and she wailed aloud at the sudden sensation of being skewered in a single thrust.

“FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!” Sam screamed.

I went still for a second, ears cocked for the sound of the door to the house opening. Garages were usually pretty well-insulated from the rest of the house, but I had no certainty about the construction of this house in particular. At the very least, I knew the door itself would be a pathway for the sound of Sam’s scream to get through.

On the other hand, there was still pumping music and the sounds of a hundred people having a party to drown out any noise, and nobody came to investigate.

Still, I’d instinctively covered Sam’s mouth to muffle her scream, and I kept that hand in place while I started to flex my legs and crunch my abs to fuck her ass. Like I said: Sam’s feet couldn’t touch the floor, so she only got a couple of inches of up-and-down travel in my lap, but it was enough to feel her clenching colon constricting tightly around my cock.

I felt a splash of moisture against my right hand and glanced over to find that tears had leaked out from Sam’s eyes to run down her cheeks. I stopped thrusting and gave her a look of concern before pulling my hand away from her mouth. But she stared back at me over her shoulder with a look of infinite longing and need, murmuring, “Don’t stop. Fuck my ass, Master. Take your Tight-Arse Slut’s tight arse.”

I grunted and resumed thrusting, but I couldn’t support her in my lap forever. Leaning forward, I gently lowered Sam back down until she managed to re-balance her high heels on the garage floor. I’d have to squat to keep fucking her ass standing up, so instead I pushed her forward a bit so that she bent at the waist and braced her hands against the hood of the Jaguar XKR in front of her. And thus with her bubble butt thrust back at me, I found it easier to commence my downward drilling into her delectable derrière.

“Take me, Master… Take me…” she groaned at my persistent plundering. “Fuck my arse… Fuck your Tight-Arse Slut’s tight arse…”

“I’m taking it. I’m taking you,” I grunted back.

“Ohhh how much I needed this…” Sam moaned, bowing her head down and letting it sway back and forth while I sawed my stiff schlong back and forth through her stretched-out sphincter. “Carry me away, Matty. Conquer and claim me. Take control of me. I surrender to you. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…”

“Ungh, ungh, ungh…”

“I need this…” she whined. “I need YOU. My lover. My hero. My home. Fuck me, Matty… Blank my mind and carry me away. Take me to a place where I don’t have to think anymore. I surrender to you. Take control and keep me safe. Keep me loved. Fuck my arse and fill me with your love. Fuck me, Matty! Fuck my arse! It’s yours! All of me is yours! Every hole! Every fiber of my being! I’m yours, Matty! I’m forever yours!”

That’s exactly what Neevie said.

There was a hitch in my thrusting at the sudden realization that I hadn’t thought of Naimh in a good long while. The last time I’d seen my Irish redhead, she’d been visibly angry with me and ordered me to go away. I knew she was in pain, and every instinct in me had said that it would be a mistake to walk away from her.

But I’d walked away.

And now I was here: sodomizing the shit outta Sam.

And I couldn’t help but feel that this too was a mistake.

Not that I could stop right now. I kept on drilling my busty blonde bombshell’s derrière, fully cognizant of the fact that nothing less than my epic ejaculation would satisfy her. So I pushed on through - and focused on continuing to push my big prick through Sam’s stretched sphincter. And I pounded away at my lover’s bubble butt, hammering her heinie intent on getting us both off.

“FUCK MEEE!!!” Sam howled at the top of her lungs, and I wondered again whether or not the party sounds from inside the house would be enough to mask our activities. “FUCK MY ARSE!!! I’M YOURS, MATTY! FOREVER YOURS! CLAIM ME! CONQUER ME! CONTROL ME! I SURRENDER TO YYYOOOUUU!!! AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH”

“UNGH-UNGH-UNGH-UUUNNNGGGHHH!!!”

“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!”

“UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!”

“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!”

“UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!”

“AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!”

“UUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!”

Sam’s elbows collapsed and she dropped face-first onto the hood of the XKR, going into convulsions as an epic climax tore through her entire body.

I slammed forward a final time, cramming as much of my cock into her clenching colon as I could while my prickhead opened up and began firehosing what felt like gallons of creamy cum into the darkest depths of my Tight-Ass Slut’s tight ass.

Sam twitched and shuddered, and since my persistent forward pillaging had pushed her pelvis up onto the car hood, her high-heeled feet now waved in the air off the floor somewhere behind me. She gasped and groaned, shivering from the aftershocks of such an incredible explosion of ecstasy. And after my final groans petered out around the same time I crunched my abs and squeezed out the final few drops of spunky spooge into the back of her anal chute, I collapsed breathlessly across her back, both of us gasping for air.

And then I heard the garage door to the house open somewhere behind us.

Oh, shit.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS:

Prologue & Chapter 1: The BTC: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99290461

Chapter 2: Hoalauna: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99357682

Chapter 3: E10: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99433482

Chapter 4: Leeloo: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99506524

Chapter 5: The Fifth Element: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99618767

Chapter 6: Lily: https://www.patreon.com/posts/100326143

Chapter 7: The Hangover: https://www.patreon.com/posts/100548952

Chapter 8: Quality Time: https://www.patreon.com/posts/100806434

Chapter 9: The Favor: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101140618

Chapter 10: Ku’uipo: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101372817

Chapter 11: The R-word: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101672192