The Big Tits Club: Chapter 21

-- CHAPTER 21: Escalation --

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It was getting close to midnight, and I lay in bed dressed in my pajamas not feeling even remotely sleepy. I stared straight at the darkened ceiling, eyes wide open, and yet saw absolutely nothing. Not with my mind a few hundred yards away wondering what was going on at Belle’s house.

The moment Belle kissed me I’d broken the kiss and whipped around in shock while simultaneously trying to hide the evidence behind my body. Really, it wasn’t so different from the way I’d reacted that time when Mother walked into my bedroom while I was masturbating to a 4x6 photograph of the BTC girls in bikinis from a beach trip sophomore year. Mother had pursed her lips, shook her head, and turned to walk away without saying a word.

Mr. K’s reaction was… different.

He wasn’t aloof, like Mother, nor was he angry. He’d just been surprised, really, staring at us with big eyes, raised eyebrows, and a confused expression on his face. “Uhhh…” he muttered, “is there something you two wanna tell me?”

Belle jerked upright, now suddenly awake. “Daddy, I can explain.”

She tried to explain. It didn’t go well. She was still pretty tipsy, and didn’t quite have all her marbles together. He wanted to know if I was her boyfriend, which she truthfully stated I wasn’t. He wanted her to explain the ‘I love you’ statement, which she truthfully (although bashfully) admitted that she did. That got him to ask me if I loved her in return, which I truthfully admitted that I did. And then he asked how long this had been going on.

Belle’s precise response was, “We’ve only been having sex since November.”

Then his eyes got BIG.

I muttered, “I think he would’ve been okay with you just saying, ‘Since November’.”

Mr. K blinked and glanced at me. “You’re right about that.”

Belle cringed. “Uh, wait, that didn’t come out right.”

“Oh, there’s more?” Mr. K folded his arms across his chest, his expression that of a father who had just found out his only daughter was no longer a virgin, and whose patience was wearing thin.

“Mr. K…” I started, but he held a hand up, his palm facing me.

“Matt, I think it’s time you went home.”

“Sir, I really--”

“Did you seriously just call me ‘Sir’?” Mr. K cut me off.

I blinked, not having an immediate response to that.

“Go home, Matt.”

“Please, just let me explain.”

“Matt, seriously,” he said in a voice that did NOT invite further discussion. “I’m asking you to leave my house. I need to have a private conversation with my daughter."

I took a deep breath, thought about arguing the point, but the look Mr. K was giving me warned me not to. I glanced helplessly at Belle, but she just closed her eyes and cried softly. I was still seated next to her on the bed, so I quickly wrapped my arms around her in a reassuring hug and gave her a chaste kiss atop the crown of her head while she patted my forearm.

But in the end, under Mr. K’s baleful gaze, I got up and left the room. Right before I went out the bedroom door, I looked back at Belle, but her attention was entirely on her dad. Clearly, neither of them was going to say another word until I was gone.

So I left.

Things weren’t much better for me at home. As soon as Mother returned after dropping off all the girls, she came straight to my room, knocked twice on the door, and entered without waiting for my response. I sat up in surprise and looked up at her.

“Belle?” she asked first.

“At home, with her dad,” I replied. I did NOT tell her anything beyond that.

She nodded, and with that out of the way, crossed her arms over her chest and leveled me with a look. “Matthew, what happened tonight?”

I frowned. “Um, what?”

“You’ve had Friday hangouts with the girls for over a year now, and this is the first time I’ve ever come home to find a house full of young women in no condition to drive.”

I winced. “We, uh, never actually finished the box of alcohol you left us in Tahoe. Sam’s big idea was to polish it off.”

Mother blinked at me. “And it never occurred to you that except for Belle, every single one of them drove herself over here?”

I winced again. “Uh, well, no… it didn’t.”

Mother pursed her lips. “And what was with your brilliant idea to have Zofi drive everyone home?”

“I really don’t think she was drunk. It would’ve been a perfectly acceptable solution.”

“And you calmly evaluated her state of sobriety with your equally sober and unclouded judgment?”

“We had it covered,” I said defensively.

“You mean a bunch of teenagers THOUGHT they had it covered. I can understand your impulse to handle your own messes, but it wasn’t the mature thing to do. You knew I’d come home eventually, and even if I didn’t, Belle’s father was right next door!”

I blinked and my mouth dropped open a little. The thought of asking Belle’s father to drive had never even crossed my mind.

“Zofia is under 21,” she continued, “and did it ever occur to you to consider what a DUI would mean to her future? Or worse: What if she wasn’t quite as sober as you thought, and something actually happened to the girls?” Mother huffed. “I don’t claim to have been a very maternal parent, but I thought I had drilled into your head the need to be a responsible young man.”

“I know, I know.”

“Clearly, you didn’t know. Not tonight.”

“I’m SORRY, Mom.”

That brought her up short. With a bit of a smile, she looked at me and asked, “Did you just call me ‘Mom’?”

I blinked, honestly not able to remember. My brain was still a bit mushy. I didn’t think I’d said it, as it was so out of character for me, but I simply shrugged and replied, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. But that said, I do need to say ‘thank you’ for coming home and saving the day, as it were. You didn’t have to drive the girls back, but you did, and I’m grateful for that.”

Mother actually smiled, and for half a second I thought she might actually step forward and hug me. But that was a ridiculous thought, and she ultimately waved me off dismissively. “It’s what any adult would have done, parent or not.”

“Still. Thank you.”

Mother nodded and turned to leave the room, but stopped short and looked back at me sternly. “Be better next time,” she admonished. And then she finally walked out, closing the door behind her.

With a sigh, I rubbed my forehead and organized the phone calls I’d need to make in the morning in order to arrange pick-ups to bring the girls back here so they could collect their cars. But that didn’t take very long, and once I was done, I found myself alone in my room, staring at the ceiling, wondering what the hell was going to happen.

And I’d been doing this for close to two hours.

That’s when I heard the doorbell ring. I jerked upright and practically FLEW down the stairs. Mother was home, reading in the living room and she frowned at me, asking in a bit of an exasperated tone, “Now what?”

I didn’t respond, too intent on getting to the door. Without even looking through the peephole, I jerked the door open, and my heart leaped at the sight of Belle standing before me, a rather shy smile on her face. I reached across the threshold, yanked her up into my arms while she wrapped her legs around my waist. And without even asking her a single thing, I grabbed her head and pulled her to me for a fierce, intense kiss.

For half a second Belle kissed me back, but then she pressed on my shoulders, pulled her face off mine, and hissed from inches away. “Matty! He’s watching us!”

I blinked, jerked my head around, and saw that Mr. K was indeed watching us from the sidewalk. And my heart sank down just as suddenly as it had leapt up moments earlier, as I started to panic that I’d just made the situation even worse.

But Belle giggled and rubbed my cheek. “Relax, he just wanted to make sure I made it safely inside. It’s not every day Daddy lets me walk outside in the middle of the night.”

I winced, shifted my weight, but didn’t set Belle down. She remained perched on my hip as I gave him a nervous wave.

“G’night, Daddy,” Belle called in a cheery voice, waving as well.

Mr. K took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and nodded slowly. He waved back to us, and then turned to walk back to his own house, moving as if he had aged two decades in the span of the last two hours.

The air was quite cold outside, so I stepped back and closed the door without letting Belle down from my hip. If you asked me in that very moment, I would tell you I had no intention of losing physical contact with her skin again for the rest of my life. Only when we turned around and came face-to-face with Mother did I remember that we weren’t alone in the house. I blushed and stared nervously at my feet while Mother arched an eyebrow and gave us a curious look.

“Good evening, Belle,” she finally said quite politely.

“Um, good evening,” Belle replied rather timidly.

Mother looked thoughtful, and apparently decided not to make any further inquiries. In the end, she pursed her lips, shook her head, and turned to walk away without saying another word.

I carried Belle all the way up to my room.

Fifteen seconds after I closed the door, I brushed her strawberry-blonde bangs back from her forehead just before lowering my lips to hers.

Two minutes later, my tongue slid into her already moist pussy, preparing the way.

Five minutes after that, my cockhead burrowed inch by inch into her tiny tight twat, Belle moaning her arousal against my chest while I dug my toes into the mattress.

Ten minutes later, she cried her orgasm into my neck, gripping me with all four limbs while I groaned and responded in kind, filling her up with all my liquid love.

“I love you, Matty,” she whimpered in the aftermath, happy tears in her eyes.

Still buried deep within her, I kissed her tenderly and replied, “I’ll love you forever… my Annabelle.”

****

“Ha ha, very funny,” Sam drawled when Belle opened the front door on Saturday morning, clad in my white button-down dress shirt and one of my ties. On her petite 5’1” frame, the shirt tails hung down past her knees.

We were all outside on the front porch. Before I’d left to go pick them all up, Belle had expressly told me to let the girls into the house through the front door so she could greet them in this manner. But Zofi and Mari never made it past the front entryway.

Zofi had a dance thing to get to. Mari, likewise, couldn’t stick around for long, as her family was meeting up with her cousins. They at least had time enough for Belle to ask if there had been any fallout from Mother’s little taxi run last night (i.e. “Did your parents get mad about you coming home drunk and without your car?”). While none of the parents were pleased, nobody got grounded or anything like that, and while Mother didn’t exactly earn brownie points for being a supposed chaperone who let the girls get that drunk in the first place, at least they appreciated a grown-up returning their teenaged daughters home in one piece.

After that conversation, Zofi and Mari exchanged hugs with everyone and then left to drive home in their own cars. But Sam, Naimh, and Alice didn’t have anything planned and were happy to have a spontaneous hangout for a bit.

Don’t ask me how, but somehow we ended up in front of the big TV playing video games. At least, Alice, Belle, Naimh, and I ended up playing Mario Kart 64 while Sam and Mother ended up sitting at the dining table chatting about… Well, I have no idea what they were chatting about. I was still super-confused about how Sam and Mother had started bonding recently, and didn’t know how to feel about that. So I just played the video game and tried not to think too hard about it.

But eventually, Mother left the house to go somewhere. For all I knew she was leaving to meet up with her boyfriend, but again, I didn’t really want to think too hard about it. Alice promptly complained that I was winning too much and asked Sam to distract me. So of course, “distracting” me meant pulling my shorts down and giving me a blowjob while I desperately tried to focus on racing.

Naimh actually ended up getting the most distracted, because she dropped her controller, parked herself next to Sam, and the pair of busty babes started giving me a tandem blowjob on the couch. I actually took the whole thing as a challenge, well and truly focusing on my driving, much to the girls’ consternation.

Belle laughed and commented, “He’s getting jaded. You guys give him too many blowjobs so even the two of you going down on him together is just run of the mill. Three months ago, he’d drop everything on a dime just to have one of you give him a handjob. We’re losing our power over him. Maybe you should stop entirely and start withholding sex until you get the power back.”

Sam and Naimh looked at each other, thought about it, and abruptly stopped blowing me. They backed away, Naimh blew me an air kiss, and the pair of them started making out with each other instead.

“Suckers,” Belle drawled, dropping her controller and spinning around so she could start bobbing her head up and down my dick instead, moaning rapturously to feel my throbbing meat in her mouth.

“Hey!” Naimh squealed. “You little bitch!”

Belle popped up to laugh. Sam slammed her face down on my dick, batting Belle’s hand away from my shaft so she could deep-throat me. And the whole kerfuffle actually succeeded in distracting me so that Alice crossed the finish line first.

“I win!” she cheered, thrusting her arms in the air.

I gestured at Sam still fucking her own face on my cock.

“What?” Alice shrugged. “I told her to distract you. All’s fair in love and war and video games.”

****

The girls stuck around through lunchtime but drove themselves home right afterwards, except for Alice. She and I had a quiet conversation where she thanked me for not taking advantage of her drunkenness last night, and even more for not risking anything while she was unprotected. She still didn’t know when in the future she might be ready to “go all the way”, but in the meantime, she said she would make an appointment to go get birth control pills.

After Alice left, I found myself reclining on the couch lengthwise, Belle’s petite body neatly tucked in beside me with my arm around her shoulder and down across her chest, cuddling her close. I rubbed her belly, and she abruptly let out a loud burp.

“Eww,” she remarked a moment later, making a face. “Spaghetti and sperm is not a flavor I ever expected to taste on the way back up.”

I laughed and held her close. “I’ll take your word for it.”

She laughed with me and snuggled into my chest. “I love this feeling with you wrapped around me.”

“I love wrapping myself around you. Actually, after last night nearly imploded so spectacularly, I’m just happy you’re here at all.”

“I can’t stay much longer,” she said with a sigh. “Daddy will be worrying about me until I come back.”

“But you WILL come back, won’t you?”

She patted my forearm. “Yeah, tonight. That’s the deal. I can stay with you on Friday and Saturday nights, but not on school nights.”

I nodded my understanding. She’d told me as much last night. “I’m gonna miss you tomorrow night.”

Belle giggled. “We haven’t even gotten through tonight yet and you’re already missing me tomorrow night?”

“Of course. You’re gonna spoil me with these overnights. Turns out you’re a pretty good cuddler after all. I was a little worried after the Tahoe trip that you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep with me holding you.”

Belle shrugged. “Just took a bit to get used to sharing a bed with someone. Plus, the solution might be falling asleep in your arms immediately while your sperm soaks into my pussy. In Tahoe, I got all worked up sucking the creampie out of Mari, so I wasn’t in that dreamy, post-orgasmic state.”

I mimed writing a note into my palm. “‘Required… to… creampie… Belle… before bed.’ Got it.”

She giggled again and patted my dick, which didn’t respond at all. Between last night’s marathon, Belle waking me up with a morning blowjob, and then the girls pulling two more loads out of me before lunchtime, my balls were pretty drained. And a moment later, she moved to get up from the couch.

I didn’t let her. I just hugged her tighter, unsure about letting her go. It wasn’t the only thing I was unsure about, and in a quiet voice, I asked, “Are you certain you don’t want to tell your dad that I’m your boyfriend now?”

Belle looked up at me and touched my cheek. “Despite what the whole school thinks, you’re not actually my boyfriend.”

“But he’s made clear he’d be happier about the situation if I was.”

She shrugged. “I’m not gonna lie to him.”

“You’re not gonna tell him I can’t be your boyfriend because I’m fucking all your friends, though.”

“No, of course not. Telling my dad the truth about me is one thing, but I won’t betray their secrets.”

I nodded my agreement.

“This is the way it is. I love you, and I love being with you, and I promise I’ll see you tonight after dinner.”

I blinked. “AFTER dinner? I’m not coming over to your place to cook like usual?”

Belle furrowed her eyebrows. “Did I not tell you that part? He wanted to take me out to dinner tonight, just father/daughter. We’ll still have all our weekday dinners together, just not weekends.”

Surprised, I asked, “Wait, what?”

Belle frowned and thought about it. “I know I told you this last night. I get to stay overnights on Fridays and Saturdays, and we can still have the whole BTC have dinner together Friday nights, but Daddy wants Saturday dinners to be just for him and me from now on.”

“Oh, uh, I think I remember that now. I may have just been a little giddy about the getting overnights twice a week and stopped paying attention for a bit.”

Belle rolled her eyes but then gave me a reassuring look. “I told him that was a more than fair trade. He feels like he’s losing his little girl. It’s the least I can do.”

I sighed but nodded my head in agreement. “I know. Fair enough.”

Belle turned in my grasp, puckered up, and kissed me sweetly. “I’ll see you tonight.”

I nodded. “I love you, Annabelle.”

She grinned. “I love you, too.”

****

Belle did return to me late in the evening, wearing her pajamas and carrying a small overnight bag. We made love, I creampied her, and she fell asleep in my arms.

In the morning, I woke up before she did, spooned up behind her with one hand on her naked breast and my dick subconsciously hotdogging her cute buttcheeks. I couldn’t help running my hands up and down her naked skin, gently in an attempt not to wake her, but she woke up anyway, at which point I switched to rubbing her clit, slipping a couple of fingers into her pussy, and eventually pushing my erection into her from behind. We screwed on our sides until she had a quiet orgasm, at which point we disengaged so I could re-enter her missionary style. When I eventually asked her, “In or out?” she replied “Out” with a sizzle in her eyes. And so Matty’s Cumslut got to get dressed and head downstairs with a belly full of fresh protein.

Actually, Belle got two batches. Not wanting to go home to her dad smelling like sex, she invited me to take a shower with her. We didn’t try to start a round of shower sex, but I inevitably got hard again soaping down Belle’s beautiful naked body. Her big tits were just so… perky! And they drew my hands to them like magnets. We made out under the spray, cleaned each other up, and dried off. But before getting dressed, Belle parked me on the foot of my bed, knelt down so that my big dick was waving right in her face, and took care of that second erection.

By the time we came downstairs, Mother was up making breakfast for three. Apparently she’d heard us last night and dryly commented, “I knew you had an overnight guest. I just couldn’t be sure which one.”

Belle laughed and elbowed me in the ribs. “Most girls would get really suspicious about a comment like that.”

I grinned and replied, “Lucky for me you aren’t ‘most girls’.”

Belle thanked Mother for her hospitality, but explained that she needed to get home. I kissed her goodbye as she left and returned to the kitchen. That’s when I explained, “Belle and her dad came to agreement, now that we’re… uh…”

“Fucking?” Mother finished for me, looking amused.

I made a face. “I was going to say, ‘now that we’re intimate’.”

Mother shrugged, “Same difference to a father of a teenage girl.”

“ANYways, he said that she can spend the night with me on Friday and Saturday nights. So, uh, you can expect to see her around a little more often than you used to.”

Mother’s eyebrow arched. “Does Sam know about this little arrangement?”

I frowned. “Sam? What does she have to do with it?”

“If you seriously need to ask that question then you’re in over your head even more than I originally thought.”

I pursed my lips and rolled my eyes. “This is different. Everyone knows Belle and I have always been close. I already spend afternoons and evenings with her. This is… just an extension of that. And more to the point: Belle’s dad knows about our relationship now. Sam’s parents don’t, and unless that changes, there’s no conflict. Maybe she can use Zofi as an alibi a few more times, but it’s not like she or any of the other girls can consistently stay overnight anyway.”

Mother chuckled, sipped her coffee, and shook her head wryly. “Got it. You’re in over your head even more than I originally thought. Sometimes I keep forgetting you’re only eighteen.”

“Mother…” I drawled.

She just waved me off. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

****

Despite Mother’s cryptic warning, Sam and the other BTC girls took the news in stride. Like I said, everyone knew Belle and I had always been close, and now that her dad knew of our relationship, it sort of made sense that she’d seize the opportunity to have a few overnights with me. None of them could spend consistent nights with me without their parents giving them the Spanish Inquisition, but if Belle could get away with it, ‘Go get some girl!’ It’s not like there were any scheduling conflicts. As long as they got their “study breaks” and I made time to satisfy their cravings on demand, they were satisfied.

In the meantime, after two weeks off, we were all absorbed in getting back into the school routine. It was a bit of a system shock to have homework and need to study for tests again. So our afternoon study sessions once again became primarily about actually studying and less about messing around with each other (although of course we still carved out time to mess around with each other).

Two weeks away from school also gave me some perspective on the way the PDA had been steadily growing without me really being aware of it while it was happening, much like that boiling frog urban myth. For example, lovely Zofi held my hand as we walked between classes, same as always. But after she cradled my head in her hands and gave me a sweet kiss just before we parted, it occurred to me that I couldn’t remember exactly when we’d started doing that. Maybe early December or something?

Naimh straddled my lap during lunch, face-to-face while feeding me grapes. Then the Irish redhead started putting them into her own mouth and French kissing me to pass me the grapes directly. This development in and of itself wasn’t such a big deal. People were used to us making out at school. But then Mari commented that what we were doing looked fun, and she asked if she could try.

I imagined there were quite a few eyeballs staring in surprise in our direction when the luscious Latina started making out with me in my lap only seconds after Naimh had been doing the same.

Alice also started holding hands with me, although that wasn’t a boiling frog slow development, but rather an instant microwave of heat. The first time she did so was during morning recess on Monday, and she didn’t just hold my hand going from point A to point B. She held my hand, dragged me out to my minivan, and yanked my cargo pants down to my ankles to give me a blowjob right there in the parking lot. She even still fist bumped me when we got back onto campus and joined our friends for the few minutes of recess we had left.

Sam was… well, Sam was quiet, actually. Our normally loquacious leader was uncharacteristically taciturn, but when Zofi asked her about it she waved dismissively and said she was just thinking about an upcoming Modern Lit paper. The very next day she was back to her usual self, flirty and fun and chatting up a storm, so I figured the whole thing was no big deal. In hindsight, I should have known better. Mother certainly did.

At least I could honestly say I was on top of “the Belle’s dad issue”. Belle and I made dinner together at the Kramer house Monday evening, the same as always. She agreed to let me make one of her dad’s favorites, even if it wasn’t the healthiest meal, to try and help put him in a good mood. After all, this would be the first time we really had a chance to talk to each other since that Friday night when he’d asked me to leave his house.

The food helped. He came in from the garage, took one big sniff, and smiled. Looking forward to the meal, it was like he forgot to be awkward around me, falling into the routines we’d lived for six years already since his wife died.

At least, he forgot until about five minutes in. And then I saw his eyebrows furrow, and he looked up at me as if suddenly realizing I wasn’t just “Matt” anymore; I was the boy fucking his daughter.

Like I said though, I could honestly say I was on top of the situation. As soon as the meal was finished, I asked Belle if she could handle clean-up so her dad and I could talk. She nodded immediately and Mr. K and I went into the living room. Belle could still overhear us, but she didn’t interfere.

In short, I explained that I was still the same Matt he’d known all these years. I told him that I had never planned on developing an intimate relationship with Belle, and had in fact expressly made her off-limits in my mind as the little sister I never had. But we loved each other, and at some point that love crossed the physical barrier. At the same time, we didn’t intend to start a romantic relationship that quite honestly, could result in a bad breakup, which none of us wanted. The reality was: Belle was a young woman now, exploring her burgeoning sexuality. And when it came down to it: would he rather Belle explore that sexuality with some guy or guys (plural) she met at school and around town? Or would he rather she do so safely with a young man she loved and trusted like me?

Mr. K explained that Belle had said the exact same thing to him Friday night, which was why he’d ultimately allowed us to be together. He thanked me for my honesty, but told me that he had to be honest as well. From now on, I could no longer be “just Matt”, the young man he’d watched grow up all these years. From now on, I was “Belle’s lover”, the young man taking his little girl away from him. And while he could accept that her growing up into an adult living her own life was an inevitable reality, that didn’t mean he had to like it.

“We’ll get there,” he assured me with a comfortable hand on my shoulder. “You’re right: I’d much rather she be with you than pretty much any other guy in existence. Of course, I’d be even more okay with it if you two were boyfriend/girlfriend.”

I gave him a helpless shrug. “I offered, but honestly that’s pretty much Belle’s call.”

He sighed. “Well, whatever the official relationship is between you two, it’s going to take me a while to get used to this new reality, and until then there’s going to be a little awkwardness. I imagine I’ll have to go through the same thing with whoever she chooses to be her husband one day, unless that still turns out to be you.”

I gestured with my hand way above my head. “Marriage is 30,000 miles above us. Right now, we’re just trying to make it through high school.”

He nodded.

“But until then, I promise you: I’ll take care of her.”

“I know you will.” He smiled. “Besides, you once gave me a different promise you still have to uphold.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “What’s that?”

He grinned. “Any guy she’s with, if he turns out to not be such a nice guy, you have to pound his face in. Even if it’s you.”

I chuckled and nodded. “Fair enough.”

****

The rest of the week passed uneventfully, if you can call getting laid multiple times a day by multiple different girls to be “uneventful”. Five of the BTC girls regularly kissed me at school, regardless of who might be watching. Only Alice refrained from that level of PDA, although the way she’d started holding my hand and even occasionally making flirty comments spoke to how comfortable she was becoming with the new normal of being my best friend AND lover at the same time (even if the cherry-popping part hadn’t happened yet).

By Friday afternoon, everyone was DONE with school. “Can we have another two weeks off?” Mari complained. No one wanted to even think about homework, and since we actually hadn’t used the hot tub in a while, Sam declared that we were all going straight to the tub on arrival.

I turned up the tub from “standby” to “hot” on arrival and then went inside to change into my trunks, knowing that we wouldn’t be skinny-dipping today. Sam had been clear on this point: Yeah, we’d all seen each other naked and yeah, it was quite likely the swimsuits wouldn’t stay on the entire time. But… well… she rather MISSED wearing itty-bitty bikinis she could use to titillate and tease me with, and the other girls agreed they felt the same.

The most gorgeous girl I’d ever seen was the first to arrive. Naimh came straight through the side garden gate into the backyard and met me by the grill while I was cleaning the grates and checking the propane levels. She gave me a passionate kiss full of tongue and moaning and the whole nine yards. But even though it seemed like the horny redhead wanted to mount me right then and there, it was too early to start something and we both knew the rest of the girls would be arriving soon. That didn’t stop her from sliding a hand into my trunks and jacking my dick a few times, though. Seriously, that girl had sex on the brain ALL the time, and some days I wanted nothing more than to fuck her hot body 24/7.

She carried a gym bag with her suit and towel and headed inside to change. Less than three minutes later she emerged back outside, a smirk of her own on her face.

No matter how many times I saw one of the girls emerge from the house in a swimsuit, I always enjoyed it. They seemed to appreciate it, too. Today Naimh wore a brand new emerald green bikini that matched her eyes and accentuated her pale, freckled skin. She crossed the distance between us walking like a Victoria’s Secret angel during a fashion show, hips swaying and lips pouty. It was a pretty skimpy bikini, revealing plenty of lush Double-D cleavage that threatened to reveal the hard nipples, cold in the January air, that poked through the sheer fabric, making obviously large dents. And coming to a stop a few feet away, she paused and did a slow twirl to let me see the tiny thong strap up the back that revealed her entire perfect peach ass to my hungry gaze.

“Gawddammit I wanna fuck you right now,” I grunted.

It was the right thing to say. Stopping her turn with her ass towards me but her upper torso twisted back so she could look at me over her shoulder, the Irish redhead bit her pinky nail coyly and moaned, “Wanna squeeze in a quickie before the other girls get here?”

I found myself moving on autopilot as I walked forward. Recognizing the uninhibited lust in my eyes, she started fingering herself while walking over to one of the large posts that held up the wood-lattice patio cover. She bent over at the waist, bracing her left arm against the post while continuing to rub her own clit with her right. And it was a simple matter for me to drop my swim trunks to my knees, slide her ridiculously thin thong aside, and push myself inside.

The instant I was buried to the root, Naimh moaned, braced both arms against the post, and started fucking herself back at me. I sped up quickly, getting into a pretty good rhythm. But less than a minute after we’d gotten started, the sound of a big truck engine revved from the other side of the house. Sam had arrived.

“Keep going! I’m almost there,” Naimh whimpered.

So I kept going. A minute later, Sam came in through the gate along with Zofi, saw us, and immediately howled, “Hey, hey, hey! Party foul!” I still loved the way her Aussie twang made the phrase sound like "pahtty foww".

Naimh started screaming right then. Arms braced against the post, she banged her butt back at me three times in hard succession, clenched up, and came. I felt her cunt clamping around my cock as the ecstasy of her climax took over. But since we’d only been going at it for two minutes, I wasn’t anywhere close to cumming myself. And after the redhead finished screaming her pretty little head off, I backed out, gave Sam a sheepish look, and tucked myself back into my shorts.

Her expression was not that of a girl who would respond positively to a suggestion that she finish me off, you see.

“Neevie: the point is to TEASE him with our bikinis today, not give him the whole shebang,” the platinum-blonde admonished.

“I got horny,” Naimh replied, panting against the post. “Today’s a big day for me.”

Sam shook her head and muttered, “Just get in the tub. It’s cold out. We’re gonna go change.”

****

With Sam’s baleful gaze in mind, Naimh’s comment about a “big day” sort of slipped past without me noticing. Plus, Alice arrived soon after, coming over to give me not only a fist bump, but also a quick kiss. As usual, she’d worn her bikini beneath her clothes (a basic blue one she’d often worn) and so stripped off right then and there before joining Naimh in the tub.

Belle and Mari arrived, having changed into their bikinis at Belle’s house. Belle wore a cute number I remembered from the summer in baby blue with white trim that emphasized her youthful appearance. Mari wore a pure white bikini with a gold ring connecting the two triangles together in the middle and two more connecting her bottoms at the hips. Mari’s was definitely new, and she did a mini fashion show for me to fully appreciate it. I didn’t whip my dick out and start fucking her the way I’d done with Naimh, but the thought definitely crossed my mind.

Zofi emerged from the house next, in a rectangular black bandeau that revealed both upper cleavage and a good bit of underboob. I didn’t think it was really designed with D-cups in mind, and the very first thought I had was to slide my dick into the gap from beneath the bikini top so I could fuck her tight cleavage. The bottoms would generously be called minimalist and hung quite low on her hips, making her already long torso appear even longer. The black strap that covered her mons was similarly narrow and disappeared into a thong in the back.

Finally there was Sam, wearing a neon pink bikini that literally SCREAMED for attention. Further, it proved to turn almost completely transparent when wet, and… well… we were getting into a hot tub. Let’s just say I really enjoyed the view.

Unfortunately, viewing is basically all I got to do. To me, it was like a strange rewind back to the summer, before the Holly incident to a time when the girls would tease and titillate but not actually DO anything sexual with me. Sam’s “pahtty foww” admonishment made a heckuva lot more sense once I realized what was going on, and at first it was pretty annoying.

For one thing, I’d been looking forward to seeing naked breasts bobbing up and down the surface of the hot water. Seeing bikini-covered breasts bobbing up and down is pretty nice, but… well… naked tits are better. But nobody took off their top, and I had to reach back into the spank bank to retrieve memories of the girls’ boobs I could overlay over the view before me. At least Sam’s transparent bikini made it much easier to imagine. For another thing, nobody started giving me a “wristy” in the hot tub. I’d gotten rather used to the girls sticking their hands into my trunks and jacking me off at the slightest provocation. But while they rubbed my legs and patted my bulge a few times, nobody put their bare hand onto my bare dick. And it wasn’t like I was going to ASK one of them to do so.

For about ten minutes, I had just assumed the girls were all warming up, someone would start something, and the others would eventually “keep up”. But when nobody took off their top or put their hand into my trunks, I’d started to wonder. The girls rotated as we chatted, each of them getting a turn to sit on one side of me or the other. When it was Sam’s turn, she rubbed my bulge, turned to straddle my lap, and started rubbing her big tits against my face. I reached up to grab her ass, but she gently took hold of my hands and rather pointedly put them down at my sides while backing her breasts away from my nose. “Down boy,” she reprimanded, and I took the hint that she wanted me to keep my hands to myself for a moment. At the time, I assumed it would only be a moment. But when she dry-humped herself against my erection, started peeling back the edge of her bikini top right next to my lips, but never quite exposed her nipples, I groaned in frustration and grabbed her ass again to really press her pussy against my rod trapped between us.

Again, she scolded, “Down boy,” and took my hands off her ass.

Then it was Zofi’s turn. I had always been less free with Zofi’s body, conscious of the need to let her set her own pace. So I never grabbed her booty and she never put my hands on it, either. She licked her lips, dry-humped my dick, rubbed her tits against my chin and cheeks, but ultimately moved off in less than two minutes. And by the time Alice did the same right after, again without letting me get anywhere, I had realized what was going on.

So when Naimh buried my face in her lush cleavage and writhed in my lap, I kept my hands to myself. When Mari did the same right after, she actually apologized and whispered that she’d make it up to me later.

And Belle was last, but as she ground her pussy against my dick, she gave me a quick peck on the lips and leaned in to whisper into my ear. “I don’t know how long Sam is gonna push this, but I promise I’ll take care of you tonight.”

The reminder that this was Friday, and therefore would be Belle’s first overnight with me since last Saturday certainly did wonders to put me at ease. Knowing there was a light at the end of the tunnel washed away my anxiety, and I finally started getting into the tease. Getting teased for years by the girls with no idea when or even IF there would be a payoff hadn’t been easy. But armed with the knowledge that it would only last for an afternoon and end with Belle’s sweet pussy wrapped around my dick… well… I could think of the next couple of hours as… foreplay.

With that in mind, I decided to change up the game a bit. While I could understand Sam wanted to play her little game of teasing me the way the girls used to do in the old days, I didn’t HAVE to play along. The girls had continued rotating, as in literally rotating around the hot tub. And since Sam had gone first, she was now seated to my right.

I have no idea what Sam intended to do next, although I could be sure she’d cooked up a plan. I promptly wrecked that plan by spinning around, hoisting her in my arms, and bodily lifted her into a standing position atop the submerged bench. Sam squealed in surprise but quickly recovered, slapping at my arms and howling, “Down boy! Down boy!” But I reached down to the hips of her bikini bottoms, dragged them down to her knees, and dropped her into a seated position on the deck. She grabbed my head for balance, which actually made it easier for me to yank her bikini bottoms off completely. And then with her crotch right up against the edge of the tub, I ducked my head down and furiously started eating her out.

“What the… Holy… FUCK!” Sam howled in mixed pleasure and surprise. “Matty! Matty! We’re not… Fucking FUCK!”

Her last exclamation was punctuated by the penetration of her pussy with two of my probing fingers. I quickly started sawing them in and out of her dripping snatch while gnawing on her clit, any sense of sticking to her plan overridden by the blissful sensations I was shooting into her brain. She wound up reclining back on her elbows, her knees up and her heels parked on the lip of the tub, no longer resisting and completely surrendering to my oral attack.

It didn’t take her long to cum. She’d teased herself while dry humping my dick in the tub, and watching all of her girlfriends doing the same didn’t exactly take the edge off. All of the girls had been surreptitiously rubbing themselves, and after I finished off Sam and slid myself over to Zofi, she abruptly yanked her hand out of her bikini bottoms and squealed when I picked her up.

One-by-one, I ate out each of the girls until they came right there on the edge of the circular tub. I never took my trunks off. I never grabbed their tits. I still got to SEE a few naked breasts, as first Alice and then Naimh were quick to dislodge their own bikinis and grip and squeeze their titflesh in their own hands while I worked over their pussies. Mari completely took her top off before I even arrived. But while I fingerbanged all of them, I otherwise kept my hands to myself. Any of my actions were for their pleasure, not mine, although I certainly enjoyed myself nonetheless. And in the end, I sat back down in the tub while the six girls of the BTC sagged around me, satiated and a little bit sleepy.

“Not quite what you had planned?” I asked Sam.

“Nuh-uh,” she admitted before smiling. “But that was BETTER.”

I chuckled and gave her a thumbs up. “Glad you agree.”

Sam nodded, sat up a little straighter, and turned to face me. “New plan. Matty sits up on the edge of the tub, and we all rotate giving him blowjobs until he finally pops.”

“Ooh, I LIKE this plan!” Alice cheered.

****

Nobody whipped out a sand timer, but the girls switched off pretty regularly while giving me blowjobs. At this point, it was less about getting me off than just messing around having a good time. At first, the girls went in strict order: Sam, Zofi, Alice, Naimh, Mari, and Belle, each girl bobbing their mouths up and down my shaft for anywhere from thirty seconds to two minutes. After that, the order got a little jumbled, not that anybody seemed to mind.

Naimh was the first to wrap her big titties around my dick and start humping away. Zofi climbed out of the tub so she could make out with me. Alice reclined against my side so I could reach around and play with her big tits. And they kept switching things up.

I first started grunting on the way to orgasm while Sam was giving me a titfuck, Mari was making out with me, and Belle let me play with her boobs. After that, Sam declared that everyone had to try and make me pop for 30 seconds each, timed with Alice’s waterproof watch. By that point, I wasn’t sure if I could last through all six of them. My balls had started manufacturing sperm back during the quickie with Naimh against the patio cover post, I’d maintained an erection throughout the round robin cunnilingus, and by now I’d been getting continuously blown for more than 10 minutes.

Belle probably could’ve made me pop. She went after both Naimh and Mari, two exceptionally skilled blowjob artists who battered down my defenses right away. But rather than get me off, she recognized the way I was straining to hold it back and she rather lazily slurped on my schlong, enough to keep me hard but not enough to push me over the top. When her time was up, I nearly blasted away the instant Zofi got me in her mouth, just for the mental high of blowing in Zofi’s mouth. But I managed to hold on, just barely.

Seeing how close I was to cumming, Alice and Sam ro-sham-boed to see who would get to go next. Alice won, and she promptly hoovered me into her mouth. But the momentary reprieve so they could ro-sham-bo actually gave me some time to back away from the brink. Despite Alice’s enthusiastic efforts, she didn’t have the skills some of the others had. And when the beeper went off after 30 seconds, she actually groaned around my dick.

Sam grinned rather smugly as she took over. She first wrapped her big breasts around my dick again and used her hands to jiggle them up and down in that cheerleader pom-pom motion I loved so much. I was gasping for air by the time she bent her mouth over me and started suckling on the mushroom head. And after pausing to flash me a wink, she dropped her entire face down, completing the deep throat as easily as Mari could, and she started swallowing in anticipation of my load.

I didn’t disappoint. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I grunted as I felt the tension go slack as the dam inside me burst. Sam’s contracting throat muscles ripped the cum out of me, and I nearly blacked out from the force of my orgasm. I certainly did collapse flat on my back across the deck while my hips bucked upward, ejecting great gouts of lava straight into Sam’s gullet.

The beautiful busty blonde moaned and hummed and swallowed every single last drop, reveling in her victory as it were. She didn’t even save anything for Belle, despite the pixie’s attempt to cram her tongue into Sam’s mouth searching for any remaining traces. Both Sam and Belle seemed to enjoy the attempt, regardless.

Alice looked at her wrinkled fingertips. “Man, how long have we BEEN out here?”

****

The rest of the evening was fairly routine. Everyone got out of the hot tub and went into the house to clean up and change back into their clothes. We hung out and socialized, I went outside to grill up dinner, and Alice came out to hang and chat with me.

After dinner, we assembled in the family room and popped in a rented DVD. Zofi and Mari were my cuddle partners for the evening, and while I played around with their breasts for a bit and they slid their hands into my shorts to fondle me, nobody tried to start any new sex rounds. In fact, I never had sex apart from that initial unfinished quickie with Neevie outside. After all, I’d satisfied every single one of them over the course of the weekday afternoon study sessions, and Belle already knew she’d get to stay with me overnight, so perhaps everyone was already comfortably satiated with what they’d gotten so far.

After the movie, the group started to break up. Alice gave me a fist bump and a wave before she went out the door. Mari gave Belle a warm hug before she left. Zofi had carpooled with Sam, and stood waiting while Sam and Naimh whispered something together. Sam looked surprised, covered her mouth, and looked a little sheepish. In the end, Sam pecked Naimh’s cheek and shouldered her bag, getting ready to walk out with Zofi.

It was Sam shouldering her bag that tickled my brain. The act itself was completely normal, but it made me realize that Naimh didn’t have her gym bag nearby, and I asked, “Neevie, where’s your bag?”

Naimh looked confused by my question. “In your room, of course.”

Belle, standing next to me, asked, “Wait, what?”

Naimh read the perplexed expressions on both of our faces and raised both eyebrows. “Sam’s ‘slumber party’, remember?”

I suddenly clapped my hand to my forehead. “Ohmigawd. I forgot!”

“My first overnight,” Naimh pouted. “I’ve been looking forward to it all week, and you forgot about me!”

Belle and I looked at each other in surprise.

Um. Shit.

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