BTC2: Prologue

THE BIG TITS CLUB 2.0

by bluedragon

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The following story is a direct continuation of “The Big Tits Club”, and assumes that you already know the primary characters from that story. If you haven’t already read the previous book, go back and read that one first.

The complete story includes lesbianism, anal, threesomes, and group sex. If any of that bothers you, find another story to read. This fictional story also makes reference to several locations and organizations that exist in real life. They are not necessarily represented accurately in this story, and any similarities to real people or real situations are unintentional. My characters are my own. My apologies if anyone feels offended, but this is fiction. This story and all other stories I've written are owned by me, and publishing them in any form without my express written consent is prohibited.

I hope you enjoy.

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-- PROLOGUE --

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-- SEPTEMBER --

“Bro, are you fucking ALL of them?”

The ruggedly handsome Cal Berkeley senior with soap-opera-star hair and a perfectly manicured five o’clock shadow folded his arms across his chest, giving me an expectant look. Arching an eyebrow, he regarded me with an icy coolness in his brilliant blue eyes and didn’t say anything further, seemingly content to wait me out and see what additional information I’d spill beneath the pressure of his baleful gaze.

But I shrugged noncommittally, feeling no particular obligation to continue the discussion any further beyond that initial response, and took a healthy swig of the beer in my red Solo cup. Dozens of hot coeds and college guys on the prowl swirled around us, meandering about the room forming pockets of conversation that lasted anywhere from a few seconds to several minutes before dissipating and then reforming elsewhere with new and fresh compositions of young adults.

Case in point: the gaggle of girls around me had meandered off in search of fresh beverages while I intended to go relieve myself. But in the corner of my eye I’d noticed Mr. Handsome College Alpha Male and the admiring way he stared after the shapely figures of the girls, and I subconsciously prepared myself to intervene if he followed after them. So it was much to my surprise when I found him approaching me instead to ask his rather uncouth question, only to be met with my noncommittal shrug.

He still stared at me expectantly, and to break the stalemate I ultimately rolled my eyes and gave him a dismissive shake of my head. “Gotta pee, man.” Beer in hand, I headed off towards the bathroom, but he followed after.

“Is one of them your girlfriend? Are the rest of them available? If you’re not gonna answer me, I’m gonna go up and ask them myself.”

It was only after this final statement that I stopped and shot a glance down the hallway back towards the kitchen in the direction of the departing ladies. I knew they could take care of themselves, but if I had the opportunity to deflect some unwanted attention from them, I knew that I should.

“My girlfriends are among them, yes,” I confirmed.

“‘Girlfriends’ as in plural?”

I shrugged like it was no big deal.

“But are you fucking ALL of them?”

“I fail to see how that’s any of your business.”

“This is my house, man. Everything under this roof is my business, including this bathroom.” The guy stepped in between me and the open doorway.

I leaned back and raised both hands. “So you’re Lincoln, right? Thanks for letting us be guests in your house. But if there’s a problem, I can collect the girls and we can go.”

“Nah, man. We’re cool,” our host replied with a friendly smile. “It’s just that there are a finite number of Perfect Tens in this world and you’ve had FIVE of them hanging onto your arms from the moment you walked in. The rest of us guys can’t help but notice, you feel me? Now I’m not into poaching another man’s girl; that shit’s just wrong. But in order to make sure nobody crosses that line, a guy’s gotta know who’s taken and who’s not, you feel me? And after spending the last hour in discreet… observation… it’s hard to tell when--”

“-- when all five of them have stuck their tongues down my throat at one point or another,” I finished for him, chuckling as I gave Lincoln a lopsided grin.

“You feel my dilemma.”

I pursed my lips and sighed, glancing down the hallway again before conceding, “I feel your dilemma.”

“So I’ll ask again: Are you fucking ALL of them?”

I sighed again and shook my head. “It’s not like that.”

“Why not? Are you gay or something?”

“Why do people always ask me that?”

Lincoln shrugged like the answer would be obvious.

I sighed - again - and stated flatly. “I’m not gay.”

“And what’s this about a ‘Big Tits Club’? I overheard the girls say that name a few times.”

I groaned and momentarily rubbed my forehead. “I’ve never really liked that name and wish it had gotten left behind in high school. It’s immature. It’s objectifying.”

“Seems pretty fucking accurate, though.”

“Well I can’t deny that,” I admitted with yet another sigh.

Lincoln grinned. “Crazy name for a group of girls to name themselves.”

“They didn’t name themselves that,” I replied defensively. “High school football team started calling them that and the name just kinda stuck.”

“With good reason. Good lord: amazing racks on each and every one of them. So is there like a cup-size requirement for a girl to be admitted into the club?”

“No, no, nothing like that. The girls never did anything like that. It just… kinda worked out that way.”

“Kinda worked out that every girl in their group had big tits?”

I flipped both hands palms-up helplessly.

“Lucky you,” Lincoln laughed. “And now you’re fucking all of them?”

“I’m not fucking ALL of them.”

“A-HA!” He clapped his hands and pointed. “Finally got you to answer the fuckin’ question. So seriously: just tell me which ones are your girlfriends and me and the boys will play nice and leave ‘em alone, alright? Let’s start with the little one.”

My eyes flared, my spine straightened, and I couldn’t help but take a half-step forward as I growled venomously, “You stay the fuck away from ‘the little one’.”

Lincoln immediately held up his hands. “I’ll take that as a confirmation she’s your girlfriend.”

“Actually, Belle is…” I began with a wince. Annabelle Kramer had always been the girl-next-door and the little sister I never had, even if she was actually a month older than me. Her surgeon father and stay-at-home mother had practically raised me - given my own absent parents’ indifference to child-rearing - and I’d spent more of my formative years in her house than my own, especially after my dad moved away following my parents’ divorce. I’d ultimately grown up past six feet tall but my Baby Belle had stopped at 5’1”, a tiny little thing with dainty features and a delicate bone structure save for her top-heavy D-cup rack. I knew that she still dreamed of the two of us ultimately settling down in holy matrimony and living Happily Ever After. But the pale-green-eyed strawberry-blonde beauty waffled back and forth as to whether or not we were officially “together” or “just friends” multiple times a day, and my voice trailed off for a minute before I finally finished, “… it’s complicated.”

Lincoln snorted. “Girls are never NOT complicated. Now what about the blonde? The one glaring ‘Back off, fuckers, I’m taken’ to any dudes who’ll so much as glance in her direction.”

“Sam is definitely my girlfriend,” I said with a chuckle. Samantha Smith had moved to America back in seventh grade and her striking good looks, native Australian accent, and yes, her boobs - which were already far more developed than the other girls in our grade - made her one of the most popular girls in school from the day she arrived. The buxom blonde beauty had started coming over to my house after discovering that it featured a big swimming pool, and the afternoons spent together in my backyard with Sam, Belle, and our dear friends Alice, Mari, and Zofi had been the genesis of the clique that would eventually be named “The Big Tits Club”. Back then, no one could’ve predicted Sam and I would end up together, and yet here we were: madly in love with each other. Giving Lincoln an apologetic look, I added, “As for the ‘back off, fuckers’ glare, don’t take it personally. She barely has any time for me, let alone for anyone else.”

Our host grinned. “Fair enough. And one might say you’ve already qualified for ‘plural’ girlfriends with those two, but the freckled redhead was all over you like white on rice.”

“Neevie is my girlfriend too, yes,” I admitted. Naimh O’Brien was a classic Irish ginger full of freckles with piercing emerald-green eyes and a gravity-defying 34DD rack. She’d immigrated from Ireland with her family towards the end of our junior year and I’d been smitten from the very first day we met; she was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen. The sexual chemistry between us had always been off-the-charts, and the sex itself had always been absolutely amazing. But it had only been more recently in our relationship that we’d begun to develop a more emotionally intimate bond that wasn’t based on sex. Towards the end of high school, we’d expected to part ways as friends while I came here to Cal Berkeley and she headed off for UCLA. But at the last minute she’d been admitted to Cal off the waitlist, and we’d both been eager to find out how much we could truly mean to each other now that we had a second chance. And with a warm smile as I thought of my personal passionate redhead, I shrugged and told Lincoln, “But that’s it.”

“What about the other two girls that have stuck their tongues down your throat tonight?”

I popped my eyebrows and thought about the two busty young women who had been hanging out with us all night: petite Lily - a Chinese-Hawaiian hottie - and tall, willowy Evelynn - her hapa friend - both of whom had racks that would certainly qualify them for BTC membership if cup-size were an actual requirement. Of course, there were a lot more important factors to consider when deciding whether or not a girl would be a good fit for the group, so I explained, “Those two are our neighbors a couple of doors down. We only met a few weeks ago and I hold no claim over them as my girlfriends or anything like that.”

“Even though they’ve both been shoving their tongues down your throat all night.”

I blushed. “Belle likes to egg them on about that, yes.”

“But they aren’t part of your little harem or anything yet?” Lincoln asked with a smirk before his eyes popped open wide in surprise, and he grinned while redirecting his attention to a point somewhere behind my right shoulder.

Arms suddenly circled around my midsection and I felt a firm pair of tits pressing against my back. I smelled my Irish girlfriend’s scent immediately and turned to smile at her. But for the moment, at least, her attention was on Lincoln…

… just long enough for Naimh to giggle and declare, “Not yet.”

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I took a short writing break after finishing ASL2 (and then got COVID, which hit me really hard and sidelined me for a couple of weeks). Long story short is that I lost a lot of writing time and similarly lost my stockpile of chapters, so I'm not yet ready to resume twice per week chapter posting just yet.

So here's the plan: Chapter 1 of BTC 2.0 will post next Thursday 9/15 and then I'll be posting every 5 days (9/20, 9/25, 9/30) for the rest of September, and I'll reassess after that. Thank you for your patience.

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