The Big Tits Club: Chapter 47

-- CHAPTER 47: Sam --

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Sam felt much better after taking a shower. Belle and I were seated on my bed, having spent the time speculating on the reasons why Sam would have (A) withdrawn her admission to Stanford and (B) been able to get admitted to Berkeley. We couldn’t figure out how the mechanics of that would work out, since the whole point of an Early Decision application meant that as soon as you found out you were admitted, you had to withdraw your applications to every other school.

So of course, that was the first thing we asked Sam after she emerged from the bathroom.

“Oh, well…” Sam shrugged while wearing nothing but a towel around her midsection, a towel that did a poor job of concealing her massive cleavage. Belle had actually asked the question since I was busy ogling the gorgeous blonde. And Sam finally answered by explaining, “I didn’t apply for Early Decision. I applied for Restrictive Early Action. It means I didn’t have to withdraw my other applications and can still accept Cal Berkeley admission. The paperwork is in my truck.”

“Oh…” Belle looked at me. “Why did we think she did Early Decision?”

“Uhhh… That’s what Zofi told me months ago,” I explained before turning back to Sam. “She said you were expecting her to get an apartment with you.”

Sam shrugged. “C’est la vie. Are those for me?” she pointed at the t-shirt and gym shorts I’d left on the bed.

“Uh, yeah,” I explained. “None of Belle’s stuff in my closet will fit you.”

“It’s alright. It’ll work for one night.” With that, Sam tossed the towel onto the bed, leaving her gloriously naked. My jaw dropped at the sudden sight of her spectacular nude body, Aphrodite come to life. This wasn’t a sexy moment and I knew she was in emotional turmoil. But still… you know… tits.

Sam noticed my gaze and allowed herself a small smile. But she quickly put on the shirt and gym shorts, which hung loose at her trim waist even with the elastic waistband, and were stretched quite tight across her ass and gave her quite a camel toe. “Tomorrow I’ll go back home and pack myself a suitcase or two. That is, if you really meant it when you said I could stay a while.”

I managed to pick my jaw up off the floor long enough to say, “Uh, yeah. Totally. As long as you need.”

Sam’s eyes were wary as she glanced over at Belle. “I really don’t mean to crash your night with him, B. I’ll talk to Beverly when she gets home. I’m sure she won’t mind me moving into the guest room for a while.”

“I don’t mind you crashing, OR sharing Matty’s bed.” Belle shrugged like it was no big deal. “But can we ask what’s making you move out in the first place? Something about your parents not understanding. I mean, I can totally get the urge to walk out and spend the night at a friend’s house after an argument. But do you really intend to pack a suitcase and move in here for a while?”

Sam shook her head and scowled. “I’m not going to rehash the same argument over and over with them. Dad threatened to not pay my tuition if I didn’t go to Stanford. I told him Cal offered me a full ride and I don’t need his money or his connections. Mum’s a little more understanding, but not enough to defend me against him. So to hell with both of them, I say.”

Sam pursed her lips and tucked her left leg beneath her as she sat down on the foot of the bed, her right foot still on the floor. This put her in profile to me, and my attention was drawn to the way her big tits pushed out the front of my t-shirt with her erect nipples making conical dents in the cotton, although I tried to remind myself this wasn’t a time for ogling and that I should focus on Sam’s emotional needs right now.

“My dad was convinced this whole lawyer thing was just a phase,” Sam muttered rather dispiritedly. “Everything had already been laid out for me at Stanford. He’s got friends in the School of Medicine who talked to friends to make sure I got the best classes and the best teachers and everything. Both of my older siblings went through the same program, so our family is kinda treated like royalty there, you know? All of that just really rubbed me the wrong way. I’m already struggling with self-esteem issues, worrying about whether or not I really measured up. The LAST thing I wanted was any doubt that the grades I received or the classes I got placed into were because I truly earned them and not given to me because of my family’s connections.”

“But you don’t have to declare a major at Stanford,” Belle pointed out. “You could’ve still taken all the pre-law coursework you wanted and just bypassed all your father’s pre-med hookups.”

Sam shook her head. “I don’t know if that would be better or worse. My parents are still known at the school. Their connections could still pull weight. And to be perfectly honest, once I compared the coursework offered and what I know of both schools, I realized I sacrifice nothing by going to Cal instead of Stanford, AND I get out from under my parents’ thumb.”

Belle smiled. “And you get to go to school with both me and Matty.”

Sam blushed and looked down into her lap. “Yes… the thought had occurred.”

“Especially Matty.”

Sam’s blush deepened, and she closed her eyes for a moment. Taking a deep breath, she picked her head up and looked quite intently straight at Belle. VERY intently. “Tell me you don’t want me in the way and I’ll shred the Cal acceptance letter,” she stated quite sincerely. “I won’t go back to Stanford, but I can still go to UCLA or something.”

“What? Why would you say that?” Belle chirped.

Sam remained steadfast. “Just tell me the truth. If you don’t want me in the way, I won’t get in your way.”

“What? No. I’d LOVE for you to come with us. I told Matty that like fifteen minutes ago. Matty, tell her!”

Sam glanced at me for confirmation, and I nodded. “She said you’ve become her best friend outside of Mari, that she feels like you understand what she’s going through with her complicated feelings for me, and that she can talk to you about anything and you’ll know what to do.”

Sam looked genuinely touched. “Really?”

Belle crawled forward across the bed and grabbed both of Sam’s hands in her own. “Really. I am THRILLED that you’re coming with us.”

“I thought you were the happiest girl in the world at the idea of going off to Berkeley alone with him.”

“Why does everybody keep saying that?!” Belle squealed in exasperation. “What I’m so thrilled about is that I get to go to college with HIM. The idea of Matty going to USC or Cornell terrified the HELL out of me.”

Sam gave her a skeptical look. “You just told Matty you felt like you could talk to me about anything, and you’ve already told me this part. I know you’ve dreamed about going off to school somewhere together WITHOUT the rest of the BTC so he could be yours and only yours.”

Belle sighed. “The selfish bitch inside me feels that, yes. The horny voyeur wishes all six of us would go, and then I even told Matty my little fantasy about forming a new BTC harem so he could plow the shit out of a bunch of new big-titted Tight-Assed sluts so I could slurp creampies out of them. But the reality is that I really would love for you to come to Berkeley with us.”

Belle suddenly perked up, and she added. “And hey, if you’re coming to Berkeley with us, maybe you can finally become his official girlfriend and I can stop worrying about some other greedy bitch taking him away from me.”

Sam blushed pink again. “I’m NOT becoming his girlfriend.”

“Ehhh semantics.” Belle waggled her head and her right hand at the same time. “The point is: the two of us would do a lot better job keeping him satisfied and loyal than just me trying to do it by myself. I really WILL need a horny big-titted Tight-Assed slut for me to slurp out creampies to get through the next four years, and I’d be quite happy for that to be you.”

Sam blushed again and started laughing. She glanced at me and jerked a thumb at Belle. “I mean, I’ve seen her get like this when we’re all naked and in the middle of an orgy, but we’re all fully dressed and nothing’s going on at the moment.”

I shrugged. “She’s Matty’s Little Cumslut and she’s on a roll tonight.”

“Matty’s Little Cumslut needs to taste a cream filling,” Belle moaned, rubbing her thighs together and panting softly. “Please, Master? Can Matty’s Little Cumslut suck Master’s dick, feed it into this big-titted Tight-Assed slut next to us, and then suck out Master’s creampie?”

I blinked in surprise and looked back to find Sam looking at me as well. “Is she referring to herself in third-person?”

Sam giggled. “I think she’s been paying attention to Holly.”

I chuckled. “I think that makes you ‘Big-titted Tight-Ass Slut’ then.”

Sam screwed up her face. “Kind of a long mouthful.”

“Master has a ‘long mouthful’ for Tight-Ass Slut if she’d like,” Belle chimed in.

Both Sam and I started cracking up. Belle’s pale green eyes glittered, and she started crawling toward me, clearly with sex on the brain. But I held my hands up to slow her down. “Whoa, whoa. Sam just got here and she’s clearly had a bad night.”

“All the more reason for Master and Matty’s Little Cumslut to take Tight-Ass Slut’s mind off her troubles, doesn’t Master think?” Belle asked with mock innocence.

“Tight-Ass Slut agrees with Matty’s Little Cumslut,” Sam laughed as she pulled my t-shirt off and started jiggling her big boobies.

Belle grinned at me and licked her lips. “Now we REALLY need to get Holly back to complete the Slut trifecta. Can Master imagine Tight-Ass Slut and Personal Slut in a sixty-nine while Master pounds himself into them waiting for Matty’s Little Cumslut to suck out Master’s creampie? Hmm, Master?”

I held my hands up. “Master is perfectly happy to have Matty’s Little Cumslut and, uh, Tight-Ass Slut together. Master doesn’t need to make this a foursome.”

Belle turned and briefly kissed Sam before working her way down the platinum blonde’s chest and slurping a pink nipple into her mouth. “Does Tight-Ass Slut want to suck Master’s dick first?”

Sam thought about that a moment before shaking her head in the negative. “Matty’s Little Cumslut can do that first. Tight-Ass Slut wants to park her tight arse on Master’s face.”

And so she did.

****

“Ah, Samantha. I thought I heard you screaming your pretty little head off last night,” Mother said warmly as my two bed partners and I arrived downstairs for breakfast. “So nice to see you on a Monday morning.”

“Good morning, Beverly,” Sam replied just as warmly. “I’m glad you feel that way, and I hope you won’t mind if I impose on your hospitality for a little bit longer.”

Mother looked puzzled at first, but she caught on fast once Sam started explaining her situation. As expected, she was more than willing to let Sam stay for as long as she wished, and even remarked cheerfully, “If you marry Matty you can stay forever!”

She was joking.

I think.

She also took Sam upstairs to her room to get a few clean articles of clothing. Sam had dressed this morning in the same shirt, jeans, and underwear she’d worn during her impromptu trip to my house last night. She returned wearing the same jeans, but picked up one of Mother’s camisoles and a new button-down shirt, along with a stylish jacket over the top. I didn’t really want to think too hard and wonder if she’d borrowed Mother’s underwear as well.

Now some of you may be wondering how Sam could fit into Mother’s shirts (or underwear) given Sam’s rather prodigious 36DD bosom. I’ve gone out of my way not to describe Mother’s figure because… well… she’s my mother and I don’t ever want to think of her that way. So let’s just say Mother’s rack would qualify for BTC membership and leave it at that.

Cue the Oedipus complex jokes.

In any case, we all headed off to school with Sam driving her own SUV. We had a fairly routine day, if by routine you mean Alice dragging me out to the parking lot for a quick BJ and VJ session. In the afternoon, Naimh came over for “Neevie Monday” and proceeded to fuck my brains out. Twice. Sometime after round 2 we heard the sounds of someone walking down the hallway outside the door and discovered Sam bringing in three suitcases worth of gear into the guest bedroom, one of which was full of her books and things.

Naimh got horny again while Sam protested that she had to unpack and organize her things. The redhead convinced the blonde that there would be time to unpack later, so that’s how I ended up blowing a big load into Sam’s penis garage from behind and then pulled out so a sixty-nining Naimh could lick up everything that dripped out.

Mother came home early, to check on Sam I must assume. A part of me felt annoyed that I couldn’t recall a single instance when Mother had ever come home early to check on MY well-being, but the greater part of me figured that ship had sailed a long time ago and if the attention made Sam feel better, I was all for it.

I didn’t really want to leave Sam, so I asked Belle to bring her dad over to my place for dinner. The five of us had a nice meal together, and even stayed at the dining table having a pleasant conversation for close to an hour after the plates had all been cleared away. But then Belle and her dad returned home, Sam went up to the guest room to catch up on studying. And even at 11pm when I went to go check on her, she sat at the folding table we’d set up for her as a makeshift desk, studying who knows what because I already knew her homework was done.

She thanked me for caring enough to look in on her, and I returned to my bedroom alone. With no idea how long this situation would last or what it might take for Sam to reconcile with her family, I had a hard time falling asleep. But in the end, one thing gave me a blissful sense of peace, and with that one thing in mind, I found the solace I needed to drift off.

Sam had mailed in her Cal Berkeley paperwork today.

****

A stray beam of sunlight woke me up. The curtains had been shut, but there was a half-inch of space between them, and at this very time on this very date, the sun’s rays came through at just the right angle to hit me right in the eyes.

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 and didn’t really care. All that mattered was that she was here now. I briefly checked the clock to make sure we had time before school on a Tuesday morning, and then I set to work gently stroking her body, titillating her senses, and teasing her flower petals open.

The last time I’d done this, she’d still been slick from the load I’d dumped in her the night before. I had no such lubrication to count on this morning, so I spent extra time dipping my finger into her honeypot and gently tickling her budding clit. I forced myself to be patient so as not to wake her and really worked her up to it, and by the time I was ready for entry, I could feel on my fingers just how absolutely soaked she was.

“Holy SHIT,” Sam gasped as she abruptly awoke, astonished to find herself suddenly filled with a thick column of man meat.

“Good morning,” I murmured from just above her right cheek, still on my knees as my surprise insertion twisted her a bit so that our two bodies formed a narrow X-shape. I flexed my dick inside her for emphasis.

“Oh, fuck that’s a great way to wake up,” she groaned, already curling her abs to undulate her body like a belly dancer even though she was on her side, automatically taking up the rhythm of pumping her pussy along the length of my shaft.

Bending forward, I kissed her with fervent passion while she wrapped her arm around my neck and held me close. I squeezed first one breast and then the other with my right hand before sliding it down her torso to begin strumming her clit.

Sam’s first orgasm came fast, primed as she was by my deliberate teasing while she’d still been unconscious. After that, she rolled onto her belly with her legs together, forming an exquisitely tight tunnel of love that didn’t let me get as deep but really worked the shallow part of her vagina.

After screaming out her second orgasm (seriously, the girl couldn’t be quiet if her life depended on it), Sam had me pull out and re-enter her missionary style, hooking her ankles around my calves and pulling us close together chest-to-chest. And she made love to my mouth with hers mouth while putting her milkmaid muscles to work to finally draw out my ejaculation.

One, two, three times I pumped, each time blasting more and more of my liquid love deep within the very center of her essence. She clinched me to her bosom, crooning her joy into my ear, until I finally ran out of juice and collapsed straight on top of her.

“Mmm, that really IS a great way to wake up,” Sam crooned into my ear, holding me close. “We should do it more often.”

“We can do it as often as you like.”

“That a promise?”

“Well, you’ll have to sleep in my arms more often.”

Sam gave me a serene smile. “I think I can live with that.”

****

“Ah, Samantha. Sounded like you had quite a pleasurable morning,” Mother greeted warmly as my bed partner and I arrived downstairs for breakfast.

Still holding my hand, Sam held her head up proudly and grinned. “Your son is spoiling me. I’m afraid I’m going to get used to this.”

“See that you do,” Mother replied and actually winked at me.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and tried not to think too hard about that comment. I let go of Sam’s hand and went to start eating.

Sam actually rode with Belle and me in the minivan to school. She usually had extracurriculars on Tuesdays and would therefore need her own ride home, but she said she needed a break from the grind and could afford to skip for once. She wasn’t the only one: lots of seniors started blowing off extracurriculars once their college acceptance letters came in.

Alice was waiting for us at the parking lot and came over as soon as we stepped onto the curb. She held up a fist for Sam and greeted, “‘Sup, girlie. You’re looking particularly rosy and relaxed this morning. Shacking up with Matty seems to suit you. Shoulda done it a long time ago.”

Sam blushed and returned Alice’s bump. “It’s a big house. Plenty of room if you wanna move in too.”

The Korean girl snorted and shook her head. “I prefer to go home and sleep in my own bed after getting fabulous orgasms. Santa Cruz showed me that cuddling’s not really my jam. This afternoon, on the other hand…” Alice’s eyes twinkled and she stared at Sam rather hungrily.

Sam paused from walking and gave Alice a questioning look.

Alice nodded back toward the parking lot. “You rolled up in the minivan, so I’m assuming you’re going home with him after school. I’m working on my own personal checklist to slurp a creampie out of each of the BTC during a private threesome. I already got Zofi a while back, Belle a week ago, and Neevie last Tuesday.”

Belle blushed and returned Alice’s fist bump.

Sam definitely looked interested, but she still confirmed, “You don’t mind? It’s ‘Alice Tuesday’.”

The Asian girl’s grin was all teeth. “Just means I make the rules and you have to do whatever I say.”

Sam laughed and slipped her hand into mine, squeezing it firmly, intoning quietly, “Whatever Master says.”

I arched my eyebrows, smirked, and replied in the same loaded tone, “Master says Alice gets to be your Mistress this afternoon.”

Sam shivered and looked rather excited, an electric crackle of energy running through her whole body. She stayed keyed up like that the whole walk to our shared first period, wrapped tightly around my arm as we walked. Nobody blinked an eye as we went into the room like that, and rather than go to her own desk, she followed me to mine and sat on my desktop while we continued chatting. I stroked her leg rather possessively, not that she minded. And when the bell rang she bent to give me a sweet kiss before returning to her own seat.

Walking together to our shared second period, Sam once again wrapped herself tightly around my arm. Halfway to class, she pulled me over into a familiar alcove out of the steady flow of human traffic and we had a pleasant makeout session for a few minutes. But perhaps recognizing just how affectionate she’d been with me all morning, when recess came she deliberately nudged Mari in my direction before going to sit down at the far end of the table on the other side of Zofi.

My luscious Latina was more than happy to climb into my lap and shove her tongue into my mouth for the entirety of recess. The rest of the school day passed quickly, and then Sam, Belle, and I returned to the minivan to drive home.

After I parked the van in the garage, Belle walked home and Sam followed me into the house to put away our backpacks and await Alice’s arrival. In fact, Alice usually didn’t show up for twenty minutes or so, enough time for us to at least start our homework.

At least, that was the theory.

I was seated at my desk with my books open when Sam knocked at my open door and came in. Wordlessly, she rolled back my chair away from the desk, straddled my lap, and tilted her head to the side to give me a really deep kiss. I let my hand slide up the back of her shirt, stroking her bare skin as we made love with our mouths. And after perhaps two minutes, she pulled her head back to breathe, “I want the Holly treatment today, Master.”

Her eyes glowed amber, irises blazing with obvious lust. “Even with Alice around?”

“Especially with Alice around. Master said he wanted Alice to be Tight-Ass Slut’s Mistress today.”

My eyes narrowed, and a surge of electricity shot up my spine. “Stand up, Slut,” I commanded firmly. “Unbutton your blouse.”

Instantly, Sam leaped to obey. Her lower lip quivered for a moment before she smiled eagerly, already three buttons open. And my next several commands were likewise followed without question.

“Lose the jeans.”

“Turn around.”

“Bend over at the waist.”

“Drag your panties to the floor.”

“Step out of them.”

“Stay bent over.”

“Reach up and spread your asscheeks for me.”

“Dip your fingers inside yourself. Rub your clit with them. More. Harder. Firmer.”

“Don’t cum yet. You’re not allowed to cum until I tell you. Stand up. Come kneel before me. Take off my shorts. Remove your bra. Wrap those fabulous tits around my cock. That’s it. Oh, yeah. Fuck my big dick with your amazing titties. Good freaking heavens you’ve got a fabulous rack, Slut.”

Sam shivered and winked at me. “I’m your slut, Master. Anything to please my Master. In any hole, including my tight arsehole. That’s why I’m Tight-Ass Slut.”

“Well you’re certainly gonna get it in all three of your holes today, Slut.”

“Oooh, I can’t wait.”

“Well you’re gonna have to wait. This is Alice Tuesday, and while Master will let Tight-Ass Slut warm him up, she had better not make Master cum early. Or the punishment would be severe.”

Sam’s eyes glittered. “Exactly how severe?”

“Master won’t let Tight-Ass Slut orgasm at all today.”

Sam blinked fast and stiffened up. “Oh. Uh… okay then.” She probably thought I was going to say something about bending her over and sodomizing her or something similar she would secretly want, not be disallowed from climaxing.

I grinned. “Get back to titfucking me, Slut.”

Tight-Ass Slut got back to titfucking, and after a few minutes Master ordered her to suck his dick and deep-throat him a few times as well. But after checking the clock, I told my slut to stop and sit back on her heels while I pulled up my shorts and went to my closet. I didn’t own any sleep masks or blindfolds, but I figured a black t-shirt would have to do. When I returned and started tying it around Sam’s eyes, she stopped me and said, “Your mum has blindfolds if that’s what you’re looking for.”

I blinked in surprise. “Now how would you know that?”

Sam shrugged. “I saw them yesterday morning when she helped me get a change of clothes. Would Master like Tight-Ass Slut to go get one?”

I took a deep breath. “I really don’t want to think about what my mother does with those, but sure, go get one and then meet me downstairs. Do NOT put any clothes on.”

“Yes, Master.” Sam bowed her head deferentially and then got up to walk out of the room. I shook my head and grinned to watch her go, still amazed at the juxtaposition between the assertively bossy leader of the BTC and the meekly obedient Tight-Ass Slut. And then I headed downstairs.

When the bell rang, Sam was in position. After checking the peephole, I opened the door and gestured theatrically for Alice to enter, but she remained outside on the front porch gawking at the sight before her. I couldn’t blame her. After all, I doubt she was expecting to see a platinum-blonde teenager kneeling in the middle of the foyer buck naked wearing a blindfold with her wrists handcuffed behind her back.

Oh, yeah, Sam found a pair of velvet-lined handcuffs next to Mother’s blindfold. I REALLY didn’t want to think about THAT.

But Alice got over her shock quickly and she walked inside, allowing me to close the door. I rather doubt anyone happened to be in position to see Sam’s naked form while the door was open, but the brief window of opportunity had been there. Sam had been trembling the whole time the door had remained open, blindfolded with no idea who or what might be outside. And upon hearing it shut, she visibly shuddered, relaxed from her rigid posture, and started gasping for oxygen.

Alice started chuckling, staring back and forth between me and the naked, blindfolded, handcuffed Sam. Folding her arms across her chest, and grinned and said, “Oh, this is gonna be FUN.”

****

Sam made little “glug, glug” noises while I pounded my way in and out of her throat. With her wrists still handcuffed behind her back, she was helpless to resist or otherwise control the depth of my thrusts while I held her head and face-fucked the hell out of her. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her whimpers rising in desperation the longer I held myself at full-depth and cut off her breathing. And yet, I already knew she could disengage the trick handcuffs anytime she wanted. So long as she didn’t do that, I really wasn’t about to stop.

Well, actually, I was about to stop, but that’s just because it was Alice’s turn. The naked and sweaty Korean babe sat back against the armchair with both legs thrown over the armrests. I pulled my long dick out of Sam’s throat, let her cough for a bit trying to catch her breath, and then knocked her forward off balance. With her arms cuffed behind her back, Sam was unable to catch her fall and squealed until she landed cheek-first on Alice’s thigh.

“Eat her out, Slut,” I commanded. “Make her cum on your tongue and I MAY let you cum, too.”

Once Sam got a sense of her positioning, she sort of chin-walked and smeared her cheek along Alice’s thigh until getting her face in position in the Korean girl’s crotch. Then she hungrily went after Alice’s gaping pussy as best she could. Her task was made even more difficult when I grabbed her hips and elevated them up, so that she was braced only on her knees and her cheek planted on Alice’s thigh. I knelt down on the carpet behind her, angled my angry purple head, and smoothly drove it back into her sodden cunt.

Alice still wanted a creampie, you see.

“Fuck yeah, you look so hot, Slut,” Alice groaned, holding Sam’s head in her hands while she undulated her own body to hump her own pussy against the blindfolded blonde’s face. “You were born to have your tongue up my twat while Matty’s big dick plows into you from behind. He’s gonna leave a massive load of sperm inside there for me you know. I can’t wait to taste it. Oh, fuck yeah you’re good with your tongue. I shoulda started letting you hotties eat me out YEARS ago. Ungh, ungh, ungh.”

“Nngh, nngh, nngh,” I grunted as I pounded Sam’s pussy from behind.

“I spent so many years trying so desperately to ignore my own desires,” Alice continued. “Half of the school thought I was dating Matty. The other half thought I was a dyke, just because girls who play sports are dykes or something. Fuckers. I wouldn’t let myself even think of messing around with other girls for so long. Do you realize how hard that is to do when you’re surrounded by girls as gorgeous as the BTC? But Matty’s helped me find myself. Matty helped me realize who I want to be. So I’ll admit it now: I love having a hot babe’s tongue up my twat. I’m gonna love slurping Matty’s creampie out of your cunt. I’m always gonna love guys, and I’m especially gonna love Matty for the rest of my life. But I’m ALSO gonna enjoy fucking other hot chicks like you, Slut. Fuck yeah. Eat me, eat me. Fuck you’re gonna make me cum. I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

Alice threw her head back and howled, “EEEEYYYYAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGHHH!!!” Her pelvis thrust upward, almost snapping Sam’s head back as she came.

“EEEEYYYYAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGHHH!!!”

“EEEEYYYYAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGHHH!!!”

Sam continued licking Alice throughout the Korean girl’s climax, but once Alice went still, Sam turned her head to the side and panted for breath, concentrating on the way I continued to piston my prick in and out of her tight pussy.

Moaning and groaning, I grabbed her cuffed wrists with my right hand, yanking on them to arch her back. At the same time, I planted my left hand on her head to pin it down into couch cushion between Alice’s spread thighs. I swear I could see Alice’s girlcum leaking out of her stretched labia and oozing out across Sam’s forehead.

“Master…” Sam whimpered. “Please? I’m so close.”

Tight-Ass Slut still hadn’t cum yet. She’d gotten right up to the edge twice, but I hadn’t forgotten telling her she wasn’t allowed to cum until I gave her permission.

“I’ve been a good Slut, haven’t I, Master?” she begged. “I’m so close. I need it. Master, please?”

I hammered her three more times, stopped at full depth, and then slapped her ass HARD, enough to blank away some of the pleasure she’d been feeling and bring her back from the edge again. “No, not yet.”

Sam whimpered again and looked crestfallen.

But that’s when I wrapped both arms around her torso, bodily yanked her up with me as I got to my feet and then sat down heavily on the big couch. That left Sam in a reverse-cowgirl position, still completely impaled on my prick. And then I put all my strength into my forearms, yanking her curvaceous body up and down my prick while urging, “Fuck yourself on my fuckstick, Slut. You wanna cum? Fuck yourself on my dick and get your orgasm back. Alice, you want a creampie? Come sit next to us and rub her clit for her. With her handcuffs the poor thing can’t do it herself.”

“Ohhh… ohhh… fuck…” Sam moaned as she started riding me. “So good, Mistress. Your fingers feel so good on me. Rub me, please? I was a good slut for you, wasn’t I? Fuck-fuck-fuck. Master’s cock feels so good in me. I’m gonna cum. Master and Mistress are gonna make me cum together.”

“Not yet, Slut,” Alice growled into Sam’s ear even while frigging her friend’s pussy faster and harder. “Hold it! He hasn’t given you permission yet. You gotta hold it!”

“I’m trying! I’m trying!” Sam simpered. “I’m trying to hold it. But it’s so good. Master’s dick is so big! I can’t help myself!”

“Not yet! Not yet!” Alice hissed. She briefly exchanged a glance with me, a question in her eyes.

I chuckled and shook my head in the negative. I had already decided I was never going to give Sam permission. And with that in mind, I grabbed her hips and hammered her cunt even harder.

“I’m trying!” Sam whined. “Master! Mistress! Please! I can’t hold… I can’t… I’m trying but… It’s too much! Slow down! Mistress, please slow down! Master’s big dick is… Ohmigawd… Ohmigawd… I can’t. I can’t! Please, no! I… I…”

I popped my thumb into Sam’s ass and started wriggling.

“AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!” she howled in ecstatic release.

“AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!”

“AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!”

“EEEEYYYYYAAARRRGGGHHHH!!!” I bellowed as I joined her, thrusting upwards to penetrate my prick as high up into Tight-Ass Slut’s body as it could possibly go. At its apex, my imbedded schlong erupted great gouts of white lava into Tight-Ass Slut’s private cavity, blasting bursts five separate times while she thrashed and quaked in my lap.

At last we were both finished, Sam slumping forward and nearly toppling off my prick. Valiantly trying (and failing) to hold back her orgasm made her nearly black out, and her head visibly listed too far to one side while her eyelids fluttered, and I had to grab hold of her arms to prevent her from collapsing.

Quickly, I slipped the catch to her trick handcuffs and pulled them off. The blindfold got removed a second later. And then reaching forward, I palmed both of Sam’s heavy boobs and yanked back on them so that she did collapse, but did so against my chest.

Her eyelids fluttered as her head felt limply against my left shoulder. I cradled her cheek and bent forward to give her a tenderly sweet kiss. And she sighed with rapturous happiness and smiled while weakly trying to kiss me back. And her big brown eyes stared back into mine, the same happy smile in her irises as well.

“Open… sesame…” Alice’s voice intoned, interrupting our little reverie.

I looked down to find Alice kneeling in front of us, staring down at the point where the base of my dick still split Sam’s pink taco. Her hands had been parted to the sides, as if miming a magic spell to open the doors.

I laughed and got a better grip on Sam’s torso with my forearms. Lifting up the blonde’s body, I elevated her off my prick until it popped free and flopped semi-limply downward.

“Oooh, a treat!” Alice enthused, bending over to slurp my prick into her mouth and hoovering it powerfully to suck all of Sam’s and my mingled cum off of it. But a minute later, the first droplets of sperm began to emerge from Sam’s sodden snatch. And then Sam and I both watched the Korean babe suck out and swallow every last drop.

Eventually, though, Alice had cleaned Sam out as best she could and finally sat back on her heels. After a moment’s thought while tapping her chin, Alice smiled perkily and announced, “Okay, Tight-Ass Slut and I make out while Master recharges (you just taste so fuckin’ yummy), and I give him a blowjob while Tight-Ass Slut gives me a rimjob. I want a dessert tonight, and while I won’t make you slurp out the creampie (unless you want to, that is), you’re gonna sixty-nine underneath me while Master cornholes the hell outta my ass. Oh, and I’m still gonna squeeze his jizz outta my stretched asshole and watch it splatter all over your pretty face as punishment for cumming without permission.”

“Oh that’s right,” Sam moaned in alarm as she looked back at me. “I didn’t wait for Master’s permission. What’s YOUR punishment for me, Master?”

She actually looked afraid I would order her not to orgasm again for the rest of the afternoon.

But I chuckled and said, “Oh, after Master blasts Mistress’s butthole full of gooey sperm, and it dribbles all over Tight-Ass Slut’s face, Tight-Ass Slut will have to go with Master and Mistress into the shower and clean us both up until we’re all squeaky clean.”

Sam looked surprised. “Is that all?”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Master will put the blindfold and the handcuffs back onto his gorgeous, naked little blonde plaything. Tight-Ass Slut will have to bend over the armrest, let Master blast HER butthole full of gooey sperm, and THEN go take a shower and clean up both Master and Mistress until we’re all squeaky clean.”

Sam’s eyes glittered happily as she chirped, “Yes, Master!”

****

I’ll never forget the sight of my creamy jism leaking out of Alice’s gaping asshole and dribbling all over Sam’s face while she licked up every drop she could. When it was Tight-Ass Slut’s turn to get assfucked, Alice wasn’t particularly interested in getting a butthole-leaking facial, so the two of them ended up making out face-to-face and tits-to-tits while I splooged Sam’s rectal cavity with every drop of semen I had left. We did all take a shower together, and then Alice went home.

Unfortunately, we went from one of the highest highs to one of the lowest lows in the span of a few hours. After bringing Sam over to Belle’s place to have dinner with Belle’s dad, we returned to my house to catch up on studying – Sam in her room and me in mine. When Mother came home she went downstairs and the two of them chatted for about an hour. And ultimately, both of us went to sleep in our own beds.

Once again, though, I woke up the next morning to find myself spooned around her, one bare breast in my palm and my morning wood absentmindedly grinding into her ass. My first thought was to push myself inside her while she was sleeping again, but as consciousness came to me I quickly realized that this wasn’t a morning for sex. Sam was already awake, and she was crying softly. I quickly removed my hand from her boob and instead cuddled her close with both arms. I shushed her gently and kissed her neck. “I’m here,” I told her quietly. “Whatever you need, I’m here.”

“Just hold me, Matty, please?” she asked quietly.

“Of course,” I replied warmly while mentally castigating myself for being so selfish at a time like this. I mean yeah, I really enjoyed having Sam live with me in my house and waking up each morning to feel her in my arms, but she was only here because of her current estrangement from her own family. While it was easy for me to forget that, I knew the situation had to weigh heavily on her mind.

Refocusing myself on Sam’s emotional needs, I held her for the next fifteen minutes until my alarm clock went off, and by then my morning wood had already gone down.

Sam had stopped crying long before that, and she gave me a quick kiss before slipping out of my bed and going to her own room to get ready for the day. By the time she joined Mother and me for breakfast, she looked fresh as a daisy without a trace of the morning’s emotional distress. Sam rode with me and Belle in the minivan to school again and the pair of them chatted happily for the whole drive. We had a fairly normal day, and in the afternoon Zofi came over for “Zofi and Sam” Wednesday.

An hour later, Zofi rolled over onto her belly and propped herself up with her elbows. She leaned over to gently rub her lips across Sam’s, not exactly kissing but just sort of gliding their mouths together side-to-side. And then the brunette sat up and asked her bestie, “So how has it been living with him for what, three-four days now?”

Sam glanced upside-down at me, oriented as she was flat on her back while I sat up against the headboard. “I’m getting spoiled. I spent months purposely keeping my distance from him so I wouldn’t get too attached, but now I’ve gotten fucked four days in a row and it’s becoming a habit.”

“Poor Sam, getting spectacular orgasms day after day after day,” Zofi mocked lightly.

Sam looked up at me again, sighing almost mournfully as she replied. “Yeah… You’re getting me addicted to your cock.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It is.” Sam sighed again. “Like right now: I should be studying for AP exams. But instead, I’m gonna suck your fat dick.”

I blinked in surprise, but sure enough, Sam rolled over onto her stomach, slid between my spread legs, and rather lazily took my semi-hard dick still wet with Zofi’s pussy juice between her thumb and two fingers. She angled my penis upward and took it into her wet and warm mouth. And she hummed erotically while gazing up into my eyes, looking for my approving expression as I reached down to tenderly stroke her hair.

Five minutes later, Sam squatted over my refreshed monster and sat down with a coo of deep contentment. A minute later, Zofi climbed onto my face and I munched her quite merrily while listening to her making out with her BFF. I hadn’t forgotten what Belle had told me about Zofi at least thinking about letting me into her ass, and with that in mind I shifted my angle and started giving the lissome brunette a rimjob. Zofi shuddered and paused to look back at me and mutter, “I’m not kissing you again until you brush your teeth and use mouthwash.”

I chuckled and backed my head away.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” she complained, grabbed my head, and mashed my face back into her butthole.

Later that afternoon, Zofi went home and Sam joined me in going next door to have dinner with Belle and her dad. After dinner, we had a couple of hours of daylight left and Sam told me to grab my running clothes as she wanted me to build up my running endurance.

At first, I was scared she’d want to drag me on the 5-mile loop again, but instead she let me drive us to the park and then just go for a pleasant jog around the lake instead of running all the way from home. I brought the bag of leftover bread from the Santa Cruz trip which by now was getting stale, and after the run we spent a good thirty minutes chatting and feeding the ducks. There were also a few Canadian geese who I knew from past experience would bully the smaller ducks trying to get to the bread. So Sam and I kept on the move, walking along the shoreline trying to throw our bread pieces where only the ducks could get them and the bully geese couldn’t. By the time we ran out of bread, we’d walked halfway around the lake again.

Feeling good with ourselves for sticking up for the little guys, as it were, both Sam and I were in a happy mood. She slipped her hand into mine and held it the whole walk back. The sun was also setting, and with no wind to speak of, the lake formed a near perfect mirror of the trees on the far side. It wasn’t quite a beach sunset view, but it was still quite pleasant and I certainly couldn’t complain about the company.

We were walking hand-in-hand back towards the minivan when she asked out of the blue, “Were you really serious about letting me stay with you as long as I needed?”

My answer was immediate. “Yes. Absolutely.”

She flashed me a skeptical look and muttered, “You’re just saying that because I’ve let you fuck me every day since I arrived.”

I stopped walking and turned to hold both of Sam’s hands with mine. “I’d like to think you know me better than that. Do I enjoy the sex? Absolutely. Would I want you to stay as long as you needed even if we never had sex again? Absolutely. Your welcome in my home is NOT contingent on you putting out for me, and I rather resent the insinuation.”

Chagrined, Sam nodded and muttered, “Sorry. I don’t even know why I said that.”

“I think you’re feeling a bit in limbo right now, caught between a desire to go back home and a desire to stay with me, and maybe you’re trying to accuse me of ulterior motives as a reason to make yourself go home and talk to your parents.”

She pursed her lips and thought about that. “Maybe. I know I should at least try. But at the same time, they’re the ones being pig-headed about it. If they want to show me they truly accept me as I am, shouldn’t THEY be the ones to reach out to me first?”

“And you’re gonna stay here with me until they finally do?”

Sam shrugged. “Maybe they never will. Dad’s as stubborn as I am.”

“You said your mom’s not as hardcore about Stanford as he is.”

“But she’ll side with him to present a united front. Maybe call me on the side, write me a check here and there to make sure I’m taken care of. But I already know Dad’s waiting for me to crack first, and I don’t want to do it.”

“Then don’t. I mean, of course I’d love for you to be able to patch things up with your family and go home, because that IS your home. At the same time, you’re more than welcome to stay in my house for the rest of the week, the rest of the month, the rest of the school year, or even until we all leave for Berkeley together.”

Sam blushed. “According to your mum, if we get married, I can stay forever.”

I squeezed her hands. “The idea does appeal.” I smiled and leaned in.

Sam smiled and leaned in as well, but before our lips met, she abruptly let go of my hands and turned to start walking.

I blinked, confused, but followed after. And as I came alongside her, she reached out and took my hand again.

“I won’t keep slipping into your bed at night,” she stated evenly. “The first night I just felt lonely in a strange house, and this morning I was just feeling sad and needed you to hold me. I mean, if we’re having a weekend threesome with Belle, I’ll be fine staying with you. But I don’t want to make a habit of cuddling in your arms when that’s not what our relationship is supposed to be.”

“Fair enough.”

“I’m not your live-in girlfriend. We’re friends, Matty. Friends with benefits, yes, but just friends. I have my own room and my own space and I’m going to do my own thing. I hope you understand that me living under your roof doesn’t make me beholden to obeying you or anything like that, the roleplaying Master and Tight-Ass Slut stuff aside. I need to live my own life, even if I happen to be living rent free in your house.”

“Don’t worry about rent.”

“I know. Beverly stopped me cold when I suggested otherwise.”

“I might move back home tomorrow, or I may actually stay with you until we leave for Berkeley. I have no idea right now, and that… uncertainty…” She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I AM a bit of a control freak, I admit it. And the fact that I can’t control the current situation drives me bonkers.”

“I think you’re doing a great job of controlling the situation as best you can,” I suggested. “Obviously, your dad is putting a lot of pressure on you to live the life he’s chosen for you (and quite frankly, is probably where you get your own desire to control everything). First, you chose a different career. Then, you chose an entirely different school to make a name for yourself away from the shadow of his connections. You’re even taking away his financial leverage over you. Finally, you removed yourself entirely from his house. I’m not so sure I could’ve been so strong, and I really admire that about you.”

“But I can’t control how he’s going to react and I have no idea when or if this estrangement is gonna change.”

“You control what you can control. You can’t control your dad, or when he may or may not extend an olive branch to you. So if you’ve decided you won’t be the one to make the first move, then it’s decided: You’re staying in my house for the foreseeable future. With me. And… with my mother. And with that as a done and confirmed baseline, you can focus your attention on everything else.”

She smiled and squeezed my hand. “Thanks, Matty.”

“Of course.”

Sam stopped walking, and she turned to press herself up against my chest. I automatically enfolded her him my arms and gave her a reassuring hug. One moment turned into two, and I wound up scooping her off her feet while she squealed, gently swaying her left and right several times before setting her back down on the sidewalk.

Cooing softly, Sam turned her face up to mine and I swiftly met her lips for a soft kiss. We made out like that for a minute, and when we finally parted for air, she repeated, “Thanks, Matty.”

“Of course,” I repeated.

“Take me home?” she asked, perfectly aware that she was using the word ‘home’ to imply MY house, not her parents’ house.

I grinned and replied, “As you wish.”

Her eyes glittered as we started walking again.

****

The evening then became a repeat of the week’s previous evenings. Sam went into her room to study, save for carving out time to chat with Mother, and we fell asleep in our own beds. She must’ve joined me at some point during the night once again, because on Thursday morning I woke up in a familiar position spooned around her lush body with a bare breast in my palm. And this time, she wasn’t crying.

“Thought you said you weren’t going to keep slipping into my bed anymore,” I mumbled, only half-conscious.

“Would you rather I left?”

“Never said that.”

Wriggling her butt against my morning wood, she glanced back at me and murmured, “Can you slip into me from behind?”

Let’s just say we both really enjoyed that morning.

We had a normal day of school, and in the afternoon Sam actually attended to her regular extracurriculars while I spent my regular Thursday with Belle and Mari. But when Sam came home, rather than let me and Belle cook dinner for us and Belle’s dad, she shooed us both out of the kitchen and made Steak and Mushroom pie, one of her favorite home-cooked meals, having picked up the ingredients before coming home. I’d never had it before, and I would always remember that meal. Actually, to this day I can still remember her hand-feeding me the first bite.

In the evening Sam went into her room to read, although when I went to check on her, she was sitting up in bed reading a fiction paperback, not the Wall Street Journal or anything like that. When Mother came home she went downstairs for an hour to chat. And at night we went to sleep in our own beds.

And then came Friday.

****

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 and didn’t really care. All that mattered was that she was here now. I briefly checked the clock to make sure we had time before school on a Friday morning, and then I set to work gently stroking her body, titillating her senses, and teasing her flower petals open.

Seeking to push myself in her before she woke up, I spent extra time dipping my finger into her honeypot and gently tickling her budding clit. But somewhere along the way I must’ve pushed her a little too hard, because she inhaled sharply as she awoke, found me fingering her hard little pearl halfway to orgasm, and she moaned still only half-awake, “Matty?”

“Mmm-hmm?” I asked, feigning innocence as if I were as half-asleep as she was.

“I need you inside me,” she whined in a breathy voice. “Stop fucking teasing me and shove it in.”

Well since she’d asked so nicely…

It didn’t take much to push my boxers down to my knees. After pulling aside the strap of her panties, I brought my cockhead up while she separated her thighs and stuck her butt back at me. I swiped my knob through her cleft a couple of times to smear her natural nectar over my mushroom cap for lubrication, notched myself into her pink taco, and started pushing.

“Nnnnngggggooooowwwaaaahhhh…” Sam groaned as I burrowed inch after inch of thick dick into her snug slice of heaven. She trembled in my arms until we were fully joined together, and once we achieved a complete coupling, she twisted her head back so I could kiss her.

We lay together like that for about a minute, not even thrusting, just enjoying the moment of intimate connection. We made love with our mouths, and I wrapped my arms around her body and beneath her night shirt to hold both of her amazing breasts in my palms. After a minute, I let my right hand slide back down her naked torso and begin strumming her clit. The added sensation caused her to start wriggling and clenching, and only then did I withdraw a few inches and take up the familiar pumping motions.

But she didn’t let me continue that way for long. Reaching a hand back, she held my hips and whispered, “Stop, Matty, stop.”

I ceased my thrusts and looked at her curiously, wondering why she’d paused our lovemaking. She pulled herself off my prick and rolled over, taking hold of my shoulders and pushing me onto my back. She quickly removed her panties, climbed back onto me, and re-inserted my schlong into her sweet snatch. But instead of taking charge of our lovemaking, she simply sank herself all the way down and remained there, feeling our loins pressed together while she removed her night shirt. I lay back and gazed adoringly at the now completely nude goddess straddling me, from her beautiful face and down across her spectacularly curvaceous body.

She grinned, feeling the heat of my gaze, and then bent forward, crushing her big tits into my chest. And then once again our lips met, tongues tangoing as we resumed making love with our mouths without the usual undulations of traditional lovemaking.

I lost track of how long we kissed. There was no danger of me going soft inside Aphrodite’s pussy, as her milkmaid muscles occasionally squeezed my shaft within her core. I realized that Sam was far more interested in kissing me at this moment than in achieving orgasm, so I relaxed all of my muscles (save for the important one) and surrendered myself to the simple pleasure of making out like a couple of teenagers (which, well, we were).

We did pause to breathe in the middle, a welcome respite from the passion that had been steadily building inside me. Had she kissed me much longer, my urge to fuck and find ejaculatory relief might have taken over. But as it was, she stopped just in time and I found myself grinning goofily at the sight of the fair-haired goddess smiling down at me.

Sam beamed down at me, her true face naked and unafraid. There was no mask, no restraint on her unbridled joy. Her smile was full of happiness as she bent down and kissed me again.

Again we kissed without any need for anything further. Our bodies were still intimately connected. I was quite literally deep inside her. But there was no need to “have sex”. There was no urgency to “fuck”. We simply remained joined together as closely as any two human beings can be joined. And we could have continued like that indefinitely except for one problem.

I came.

I didn’t plan on it. I had no idea it was coming. My ejaculation sorta snuck up on me when I wasn’t expecting it. One moment we were making out like any other pair of teenagers in love, lost in the moment. The next moment her super-snug and comfortable pussy just drew out my orgasm. My eyes popped open wide in surprise as I grunted and started spurting away, and she started giggling, more at the expression on my face than anything else.

“Did you just cum in me?”

I blinked, momentarily shaken, and not by the unexpected orgasm. “Uh… yeah,” I muttered lamely.

“Mr. Sex God Matty turned into a premature ejaculator?” she teased.

I frowned. “I’ve been inside you for like fifteen minutes. I wouldn’t call that premature.”

“But you just sorta went off on your own, didn’t you?”

I smirked and complained, “I blame your pussy; it’s just too heavenly. Aphrodite’s pussy made me cum.”

Sam laughed and pecked my lips. “Well THAT’S a first.”

I laughed with her, and then kissed her more fervently while my mind was racing. It was racing FAST because I knew exactly why I’d climaxed early.

And the reason changed everything.

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