The Big Tits Club: Chapter 16

-- CHAPTER 16: Tahoe II --

Something tickled my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” somebody squeaked, promptly choked, and pulled away to start coughing.

The sound of a girl’s anguish woke me up FAST, and I sat up to find out what had just happened. Belle was bent over, eyes bugged out and her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she pounded her chest and coughed violently to clear her throat.

“Oh, crap, Belle!” I exclaimed. “I’m sorry! What happened?”

She held a hand up to me, palm out, while she dry-retched before coughing exactly twice more. After that, she managed to catch her breath, start gasping for air. A few seconds later, she managed to burble, “That did NOT go the way I had planned.”

“What happened?” I asked again.

Mari, lying on her side facing away from me from where we’d been spooning in the night, mumbled without turning around or even opening her eyes. “She wanted to wake you up with a blowjob, remember?”

“Oh.” Only then did I realize I must’ve unconsciously thrust upward, shoving my dick into Belle’s throat when she wasn’t prepared for it, hence the choking. I reached out to rub her spine. “B, I’m sorry.”

She shook her head and wiped tears from her eyes. “Not your fault.”

“C’mere. Let me make it up to you.”

“Nuh-uh. I’m giving you a wake-up blowjob, and that’s final.” With that, she shoved my chest so that I fell back down, coughed once more, and then bent over my lap again. Soon, her lips and tongue bathed my prick in warm wetness, and I sighed while enjoying the oral love my beautiful little Annabelle chose to give me this morning.

Mari, meanwhile, rolled over sleepily and put her head on my chest. She smacked her lips and hummed happily to once again be in direct contact with my skin. She had REALLY loved falling asleep with me spooned behind her, and I had loved it too. Her body was just made for spooning, and I’d fallen asleep cupping her big left breast in my palm.

Belle, on the other hand, had cuddled with me initially when I’d been on my back trying to hold both girls at the same time. But she just couldn’t quite get comfortable, no matter how she adjusted herself. Finally, she ended up scooting away from us to have her own space and eventually nodded off on her own. Combined with her interrupted morning blowjob, things certainly weren’t going the way she’d dreamed.

In the end, though, I got to stroke my Annabelle’s hair while she gazed at me adoringly with those pretty, pale green eyes. And even though I wasn’t even touching her (nor was she touching herself), she looked like she had a mini-orgasm at the first taste of my cum gushing into her mouth.

Eventually we were all roused awake. Actually, Sam screaming her bloody head off woke up the rest of the house. That girl seriously could not be quiet. Mari and Naimh started making breakfast for everyone, we got changed into our ski gear, and headed out for the slopes.

For a so-called “ski trip”, the actual skiing activities weren’t particularly memorable in comparison to everything else we’d done on the trip. Nobody was a complete novice, as most of us had been to Tahoe with our families somewhat regularly over the years, and even Naimh had skied a few times on vacation in Europe. At first, the six of us stayed together and warmed up on the bunny slopes. Sam and Zofi naturally paired up, as did Belle and Mari. Naimh was only too happy to wrap herself around my arm and make out on the chairlift.

The gorgeous redhead was absolutely stunning. Her dark blue jumpsuit fit her like a glove, especially when she got the zipper over her sizeable chest. She kept the furry hood up for warmth, even over her cute beanie, but let her long red locks hang out through the front. But when we got back in line to take another ride up the mountain, she pulled her sunglasses above her forehead, dropped the hood, and wrapped her arms around my neck for a tongue-filled kiss. We heard a wolf-whistle a second later, and I glanced back to see a couple of guys flashing “shaka” signs at me.

“Dude, your girlfriend is smokin’ HOT,” one of them complimented.

Rather than correct him, I smirked and replied, “I know.” And then I went right back to making out with my ‘girlfriend’. The four girls of the BTC were just in front of us, and they glanced back giggling.

But as nice as it was to be paired up with Naimh, we separated after the first two runs. She was the least-experienced skier of all of us, and while I’d shepherded her through those first trips down the mountain, I was itching to challenge myself on the more difficult runs.

So we split into two groups of three: Naimh, Mari, and Zofi would stay on the easier slopes while Sam, Belle, and I took the Mountain Express all the way up.

Sam took over Naimh’s “girlfriend” role immediately. She wrapped herself around my arm, made out with me on the chairlifts, and generally stuck to my side like there was a physical tether attached to our waists. She was a GOOD skier, probably even better than me, but she had me take the lead and followed to make sure she never got ahead of me. If I fell, she’d pull up next to me and wait. If she fell, which she only rarely did, she’d catch up to me pretty quickly. And every now and again we’d both pull over to the side and wait for Belle to catch up to us.

During those moments, Sam was quick to move in close, wrap her arms around me, and start a new makeout session. One time, we did so underneath a chairlift. And lo and behold, the “shaka” guys were passing overhead.

“DUDE! You’ve got TWO smokin’ hot girlfriends?” one called out.

“Wait, does the redhead know about the blonde?” the second one asked.

“Shit man, what if we just busted him?” the first one exclaimed.

“Sorry, bro!!!” the second one yelled backwards as the chairlift kept pulling them higher up the mountain.

Sam and I had a good laugh about that.

If Belle minded all the attention Sam was giving me, she didn’t show it. Still, she happily accepted kisses going up the next chairlift when I decided I needed to pay her more attention as well. But as we got halfway back up the mountain, she pulled me close, whispered, “Let Sam have this today. Go back to her.”

“What about you?” I asked softly.

“I’m still satisfied from breakfast,” she replied, with an eye waggle that told me she wasn’t talking about Mari’s instant pancakes. And she promptly turned me around so I could make out with Sam instead.

Sam was more than happy to have me back.

The group rendezvoused for lunch, overpriced burgers and chili fries not feeling so expensive when you considered that we weren’t paying for the cabin. When it was time to hit the slopes again, though, Belle surprised us by saying she was going to rejoin the other group.

“What?” I gave her a look, silently asking if me kissing Sam so much was making her feel like a third wheel. Belle gave me a mysterious smile, shrugged, and explained, “It’s clear that I can’t keep up with you two. I know you’re itching to just smoke a black diamond, Matty.”

Zofi frowned, looked thoughtful, and commented, “There’s a euphemism in there, I just know it.”

The girls laughed, and soon we were on our way. Sam and I wound up in the boonies, serviced by a single two-person chairlift that was pretty old and creaky, to be honest. But this far away from the main runs, the area was the exact opposite of crowded and full of fresh powder, and we happily tore off down the mountain.

The first run was a bit exploratory. Sam and I went through a little conservatively to make sure there weren’t any big surprises that might wipe us out. The second run we took at full speed, each of us crashing at least once but having a great time while doing so.

The third run blew my mind.

Well… not exactly my MIND.

Sam told me she wanted to lead, and I was perfectly amenable to letting her. She set a blistering pace on the top half of the run, but crashed her landing after jumping a cornice. I was moving so fast after my own landing that I couldn’t stop until I was a good twenty yards further downhill.

Rather than ski down to continue her run or even just join me, Sam instead skied off the trail and into the trees nearby. I was worried that she was hurt, so I stepped out of my skis and carried them with me as I hiked traversed the hill at a slight angle, heading for her position. For some reason she’d disappeared from view.

Belle had worn a hot pink snowsuit which made it easy to spot her wherever she went, but Sam was clad in all black, which really made her platinum blonde hair stand out. The suit blended into the shadows of the trees, however, and while the tree trunks themselves were reasonably spaced apart, you couldn’t see more than three rows into them before the overlapping trunks and branches blocked one’s view.

“Sam?” I called, a little confused.

“I’m over here,” she called back, not too far away.

“Are you hurt?” I asked in concern.

“No, I’m fine. Just come over here.”

“What’s going on?”

She giggled. “You’ll see.”

I kept walking and spotted the track marks of her skis. Following them another three rows of trees into the forest, I came to a stop when I saw that she’d taken them off and set them aside. And that’s when she stepped around the side of a particularly large tree trunk, put her hands on her hips, and grinned at me.

Sam’s snow jacket was open throat to tails. Her vest had been unzipped throat to tails too. And she’d pulled both her thermal undershirt AND sports bra up around her neck. In short, Sam’s big boobies were out in the open and her nipples were rock hard in the cold. I could even see goose bumps on her skin.

“Come warm me up?” she asked coquettishly.

“Are you serious?” I gaped.

“Matty, come HERE,” she stated a little more urgently. “I’m getting COLD.”

I quickly hurried up to her, bit my glove fingers to help rip them off, and promptly planted my hands right on top of her naked breasts. She shivered but smiled as I started fondling to my heart’s content, knowing that my warm sweaty hands had to feel much better than the cold mountain air.

At the same time, she pulled my face to hers for a frenzied kiss, and we made out like that for a minute or two. Neither of us had taken our ski goggles off, so the chunky things bonked into each other now and again. And after I had enjoyed her tits for a while, I yanked down her sports bra and thermal, saying, “As much as I loved that, it’s COLD!”

Sam giggled and started zipping her vest. “Drop your pants,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Excuse me?”

Sam gave me an ‘I think you heard me’ look. She was used to me obeying directions.

Blinking, I dropped trou, looked around rather awkwardly to make sure we were completely out of view, and then backed up to the tree trunk, making sure I was on the exact opposite side from the trail.

While the air had made her tits cold, it practically froze my balls in less than two seconds. Fortunately for me, Sam didn’t leave me hanging (literally) for long. She squatted before me, and without the use of her ice-crusted gloved hands, she leaned forward, slurped my cold and mostly-limp penis into her mouth, and started going to work.

Once inside the warm confines of Sam’s mouth, my dick rose quickly. Within a minute, she was bobbing her head back and forth along my elongated shaft instead of just suckling the whole thing, and the repetitive contrast between hot mouth and frigid air was definitely a new experience.

I didn’t hold back, not wanting to prolong the amount of time we were exposed out here. It was cold and even though not many people came down this way, I didn’t want to get caught with my pants down (literally). Clearly, Sam wanted the thrill of giving a blowjob out here by a ski trail, and lasting any longer than two minutes wouldn’t necessarily make for a better experience. Her lips were cold but her mouth was hot, and the view was even hotter. For some damn reason, Sam didn’t even take off her fucking ski goggles, and the sight of her flowing platinum blonde locks draping down from her cute beanie, with her eyes still covered by the goggles, was certainly unique, if nothing else. At least the lens wasn’t mirrored, so I could still see her eyes.

“Oh, you’re so fucking hot,” I groaned when she took me as far as she could go and sucked powerfully. Thankfully, she wasn’t testing her gag reflex trying to deep-throat me, instead blowing me for maximum pleasure right from the jump. Her full lips were a tight seal of pleasure, a shield containing warm ecstasy against the cold air, and when she stuck her tongue out and managed to tease my balls, I grunted, tensed up, and came.

Sam pulled back until only my cockhead was still in her mouth. She visibly flinched when the first shot impacted the roof of her mouth, but she swallowed quickly and bent forward, drinking down everything else I could give her. My vision swam, my legs turned to jello, and only the threat of my bare ass landing in the snow made me keep upright. Finally, I finished spurting, and Sam had consumed every last drop.

Perky and energized, the beautiful blonde snow bunny popped up and grinned at me. “Love you!”

With a silly grin, I replied, “Love you, too.”

Beaming proudly, Sam kissed me quickly, pulled her gaiter over her mouth and nose, and then helped me get my pants back up. I was still gloveless, although I’d tucked my hands inside the sleeves like a turtle head pulling back into its shell during the blowjob, so it was easy for me to get fastened up again. But she still got back into her skis before I did, and after flashing me a wink, she called, “Last one down is a rotten egg!”

And then she took off.

****

“Really? Behind a fucking tree?” Naimh exclaimed in amazement. She was wrapped around my left arm on the couch back in our cabin as Sam regaled everyone with the story of her blowjob on the mountain.

“My butt was freezing by the end of it,” I muttered with a bit of a scowl as I took a drink from my tumbler, but chuckled and grinned afterward.

“Bet you loved every second of it,” Belle drawled with a laugh.

“Definitely a first for me,” I agreed. “Especially since Sam kept her goggles on the whole time.”

“You mean?” Zofi asked in confusion, but then aped having goggles on her face with both hands over her eyes while miming a forward and back head bobbing motion with her mouth in an ‘O’ shape.

Mari laughed so hard she tipped over onto Belle’s lap and didn’t immediately come back up.

Naimh raised her glass in a toast to Sam. “You’ve got an imagination, I’ll give you that.”

Sam saluted back and took a sip of her drink. After that, though, the room lapsed into silence. It had been a long day on the mountain, and we were all pretty tired. The alcohol wasn’t giving us any energy. If anything, Mari looked rather sleepy drunk, and even Sam was dragging quite a bit.

“A question for everyone,” I began several decibels louder than normal conversation. Bleary-eyed Mari looked like she had to wake up just to pay attention. “Did everyone get in enough skiing today? And by that I mean: Do we really need to go back tomorrow?”

Belle leaned forward and dropped her elbows onto her knees. “What are you suggesting?”

I shrugged. “I’m suggesting we skip going back to the mountain tomorrow and just sleep in.”

Sam frowned. “Kind of a wasted opportunity being up here and all. We all came here to ski, didn’t we?”

Naimh licked her lips and snuggled in tighter to me. “You may have come here to ski. I just came to be with my friends.” She emphasized the last word by pecking my cheek.

Mari giggled and said to Sam, “You just want to go skiing again because you’re the only one who can keep up with him on the slopes.”

“No, no,” Sam said defensively, holding up a hand palm out. “Not the motive, I promise. But if we don’t take advantage of being up in the snow, what else are we gonna do?”

“We can still get out and enjoy the snow,” I reasoned and pointed to my left. “The beach is a few blocks that way, and it’s a snowy beach probably well-suited to building snowmen and taking pictures. The cabin has a big shovel and a foam sled, so we can drive up into the hills a bit and see if we can’t find a nice place to build a sledding run. Those are the sorts of things we can all do together as a group.”

“NOW you’re talking.” Zofi plopped her wine glass onto the coffee table. “No more feeling like a cow on ice trying to ski.”

I blinked and let my eyes run up and down Zofi’s svelte body. “Nobody would EVER call you a cow.”

Zofi blushed and smiled coyly at me.

Naimh raised her hand. “I vote sleep in and build a snowman tomorrow.”

Mari’s hand shot up. “I vote sleep in no matter what we do after!”

Belle shrugged. “I’m good whichever way, actually.”

Zofi raised her hand. “I vote NOT skiing tomorrow.”

Sam raised her hand too. “I’m good with not skiing actually. Matty and I covered the whole mountain. And I think I’ve got bruises on top of bruises. Ugh.”

I sat up straight and offered, “Backrub?”

“OOH, yes please.” Sam raised her other hand, drink tumbler and all, managing not to spill anything.

“I call ‘next’!” Belle chirped.

“‘Next’!” Zofi called.

“Juss lemme sleep,” Mari moaned.

I glanced back at Naimh, the only one who hadn’t said anything. She gave me a mock innocent look and said, “What? I’m spending the night with you tonight. I intend to get a LOT more than a backrub.”

The girls laughed, and Sam got up rather gingerly from her armchair and started walking into the second bedroom, tugging at her sleeves along the way.

I frowned. “Where are you going?”

“We’re doing this on my bed,” Sam stated wearily as she pulled her pajama top off entirely, leaving her completely topless.

I chuckled, patted Naimh’s knee, and went to follow her.

Ten minutes later, Sam had actually fallen asleep face-down across her mattress. She looked so peaceful, with a bit of a smile, utterly relaxed after a long day’s exertion.

Belle, who was going next, jerked a thumb back out of the room. “Loft. Now. And you don’t stop until I look like THAT, got it?”

I chuckled. “Got it.”

****

After ten minutes of steady massage, Belle conked out in the loft alongside Mari, who had fallen asleep on the bed beside us just watching me rub down her half-naked best friend.

I then returned to the second bedroom to find Zofi waiting for me. She’d gotten Sam tucked underneath the covers, the blonde curled up on her side facing away from us, not quite snoring but making a rhythmic noise nonetheless. Zofi wasn’t quite so exhausted that she fell asleep like the other two, but she was feeling quite relaxed AND satisfied after first getting a back massage and then asking me to slide her pajama shorts off and eat her to an orgasm. I’d been happy to throw her legs over my shoulders, suck her hard little clit into my mouth, and curl a finger inside her in a “come hither” gesture until she squeaked and came. Unlike her current bed partner, Zofi COULD keep quiet if she needed to.

I was pretty rock hard by the end of that, but when she saw the tent in my pajama pants, Zofi just patted my bulge, saying, “Save it for Neevie.”

I looked down at her, remembering the sight of her lips wrapped around my prick from just last night.

Zofi seemed to sense what I was thinking, and she giggled, saying, “I love it when you look at me like that. But seriously, save it. I promise last night won’t be the last.”

So it was that I returned to the Master bedroom with a rather large erection. Naimh sat up in bed in her pastel purple pajamas, reading a book. She looked up at my arrival, her emerald green eyes glittering as they zeroed in on my crotch. “Is that for me?”

“All for you tonight. Everyone but Zofi fell asleep.”

“Merry Christmas to ME.” The horny redhead dropped the book onto the nightstand and beckoned me forward with both hands.

I closed the door behind me for all the good it would do, if the walls were as thin as the girls had said. “Let’s try to keep it down tonight, huh? Let the others sleep?”

Naimh shrugged. “No promises.”

I chuckled and approached while she tapped her chin speculatively, muttering, “Kiss the boy first or suck his dick first? Decisions, decisions…”

I laughed, dropped myself onto the bed beside her, and opened my arms, making the decision for her. Naimh quickly rolled into my embrace, our lips meeting firmly but not hurriedly. I felt much the way I had whenever she came to my house alone, without all the other girls around. Just me and the most gorgeous girl I’d ever seen.

Her tongue dived into my mouth like a hunting osprey while my fingers went to the buttons of her pajamas. I had loved the teasing glimpses of bare titflesh I got through the gaps of the too-tight material, but now I wanted the soft cotton GONE and out of my way. Meanwhile, Naimh’s hand slipped into my pajamas so she could wrap her fingers around my hot and throbbing shaft. We made out like the pair of horny teenagers we were, and once I divested her of the pajama top, I ripped my own shirt over my head so I could feel her big 34DD tits pressed up against my bare chest.

At the same time, I slipped my hands into the back of Naimh’s bottoms and palmed her buttcheeks with both hands. She moaned into our kiss, let go of my dick, and settled her crotch over my rod so she could start dry-humping me. A second later she broke the kiss, moaned, “I can’t wait. I need you in me. Now!”

I nodded since that sounded like a great idea to me, and she abruptly rolled off me so she could yank down her pajama bottoms and panties. I was doing the same, and five seconds later, she climbed right back on top of me in the same position she’d just been in, only this time there was absolutely nothing between her neatly-trimmed pussy and my rock hard dick.

I can’t term what she did next as “dry-humping”, since the horny redhead’s pussy was juicing out of control and literally painting my rod with lubrication. But she only did that three or four times before snaking her hand between us, elevating my cock, and notching it into place. Then after putting both hands on my shoulders, she picked her head up, closed her eyes, and crooned in rapture as she slowly backed up, filling herself with Matty-dick in one slow, prolonged movement.

And then she rested. Naimh had never seemed quite as tired as the other girls. Perhaps she had more endurance than them, or perhaps she simply hadn’t exerted herself as much as them. Perhaps she’d been conserving energy knowing that tonight was her night alone with me. But that didn’t mean she was bright-eyed and bushy tailed. We were both a little worn down from a long day on the slopes, and for a long while we simply rested like that, Naimh cooing happily as she relaxed atop my chest while skewered on my cock.

“I wish I could do this every day with you,” she muttered softly, her Irish lilt intoxicating. “Lying here… naked… feeling you so deep inside me. It’s… incredibly fulfilling.”

“I wish that too.”

“Is this what it would’ve been like as your girlfriend?” she asked quietly. “Cuddling close. Nobody else around. Falling asleep in your arms? I get the impression your mum wouldn’t mind you having a girlfriend sleep overnight. I mean, she’s letting all of us have three nights with you.”

“You’re probably right.”

“Would that be okay with you? Even after we go home? Can I have more nights like this? Just the two of us, together, the way we should’ve been months ago?”

I turned my face to look at her. She was tall enough that her face was more or less at my level on the pillow, even while skewered. Her emerald green eyes sparkled as she stared intently into mine, and with the waves of her brilliant red hair cascaded around her face in the dim light of the lamp on the nightstand, I couldn’t help but mutter, “Good fucking lord you’re so beautiful.”

Naimh grinned, showing off sparkling teeth as she kissed me quickly. But she pulled back a second later and said, “You didn’t answer my question.”

It took me a moment to remember, but I finally replied, “Yes, I would love that, actually. But…” My voice trailed off.

“I wouldn’t hide it from the girls, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

I shook my head. “Wasn’t worried about you hiding it. Neither of us would ever keep a secret from them. I’m just thinking about The Rule.”

“Everything in balance?” Naimh shrugged. “I’d be perfectly fine with letting the others have overnights with you, so long as -I- get overnights with you. I’m not asking for much. Just one night a week, perhaps? One night to fantasize I’m the girlfriend we both always wanted me to be? Like tonight?”

“Is that what you want?”

Naimh nodded. “I’ll never betray the BTC. I promise you that. I will never do anything to take you away from them. And I WILL find a way to bring Alice back to us. But…” Now it was her turn for her voice to trail off.

I brushed her hair back from her face and gave her a quick peck on the nose. She closed her eyes, and I was surprised to see a tear rolling down her cheek. But before I could say something about it, she opened her eyes and spoke again.

“I love you, Matty. I’ve been in love with you since I met you. It breaks my heart that I can’t have you. But…”

“Shhh…” I soothed her and kissed her quietly, keeping my lips firmly pressed to hers until she stopped shuddering and calmed down. Only when she finally began kissing me back with greater intensity did I finally break away and look her straight in the eyes.

“One night,” I told her. “Tonight, it’s just you and me. You’re my girlfriend, and I love you. I’m not taking the BTC away. Our friends are still our friends. But for tonight, right now, there’s nobody else here but you and me, okay?”

She started crying then. “I’m your girlfriend? You’re my boyfriend? And you love me?”

I nodded and kissed her quickly. “I love you, girlfriend. Now will you please make love to me?”

Tears streaming down her face, Naimh shook her head in the negative, grabbed my head, and seared my lips with a kiss so hot I was surprised I didn’t catch on fire. She broke away just as suddenly, growling, “No. I’m gonna fuck the hell out of you!”

As it turned out, it was the other way around.

****

She didn’t “keep it down”. Why would she, if there was nobody else here but her and me? I’m pretty sure Naimh woke up the whole cabin. But unlike last night with Belle and Mari, nobody came to the door to watch. The others left us alone.

We started by making out while she ground her clit down against my pelvic bone, but once she got heated up she started riding me roughly, trying to “fuck the hell out of me” as it were. She planted her hands on my chest and really humped her body up and down, clenching her inner muscles for my pleasure. I started making sucking faces then, and with a laugh the busty redhead bent over so I could grab onto her big tits and slobber all over them.

I wanted to pound her then, so I rolled us over, wrapped her legs around my waist, and started pistoning in and out of her pussy at a rapid pace. She clutched my neck and crooned in my ear, and when my abs started to slow down, she husked, “Fuck me deeper.”

So I relocated her legs up and over my shoulders, bending the gorgeous girl in half beneath me so that I could take really long, powerful lunges. She grunted and groaned and moaned about how hard I was hammering her and how great it felt. And then she kissed me and whimpered, “I love you so much.”

I kissed her back, fucked her even harder, and she tightened up and came, moaning her ecstasy into my mouth.

Then it was my turn. She slipped her legs off my shoulders and grabbed them behind her knees, spreading herself open wide for me. “Take me,” she husked in a gravelly voice.

So I took her. I jackhammered the hell out of her, seeking my own release, until she abruptly opened her eyes and urged, “In my mouth. Grab my head and fuck my face and drown me with your sperm!”

Well, since she asked so nicely.

I swiftly exited her sodden snatch, crawled up the bed, and straddled Naimh’s chest. Her head was propped up by a pillow, and she stared up at me with an emerald glow as I took hold of it behind her ears and fed her my dick. I tried pumping in and out a few inches but couldn’t really get a rhythm. In the end, I just grabbed the top of the headboard and bucked my hips, letting Naimh hold my hips to help control the depth while I fucked her face, listening in astonishment to the wet gagging sounds she made as I repeatedly invaded her throat. I tried stopping, just once, but she slapped my ass and forced her own face even deeper onto me, and after that I decided to just go with it. I was so close to cumming.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck,” I chanted as I ramped up to the edge. “Fuck-fuck-fuck-HRRRK!”

I was there, slamming my dick forward one last time and letting the gates burst open. Naimh grabbed my ass and swallowed as fast as she could, which wasn’t quite fast enough. She gagged at the very end and pulled off, the final few shots impacting against her cheek and running down her neck. But she didn’t seem to mind, catching her breath quickly and scooping up what she’d spilled with a delicate finger before popping it into her mouth, humming happily.

“That was a good start,” she said.

“Start?” I asked, not understanding yet.

“It’s my first night together with my boyfriend. You didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you?”

The next thing I knew I was flat on my back across the mattress while she slowly bobbed her head up and down in my lap. The naked redhead knelt at a right angle to me, tickling my balls with her hand while her hot mouth worked to revive me. I reached out, rubbed the creamy white skin of her perfect ass, and slid a finger into her juicy pussy from behind. She wriggled a little at my touch but tried to focus on her oral technique. After a couple of minutes, though, I grabbed her leg and urged, “Bring that ass over here.”

Naimh resisted at first, intent on her blowjob, but when she realized what I was doing, she let me bring her body into a sixty-nine position. She pulled her head off to moan the instant my tongue swiped through her wet labia. And even though she put her mouth back down around me, once I started to really go to work eating her out, her blowjob technique obviously started to suffer.

Whimpering a little, Naimh pulled off and whined, “You’re distracting me.”

“I’m already hard enough. I wanna get you off first,” I muttered before diving back into my task.

She put her forehead down on my thigh and moaned as lightning bolts of pleasure shot up her spine. She twitched and spasmed while my agile tongue wrapped around her clit. And after a minute, she put my dick back into her mouth, sucking on it like a pacifier while I pushed her up toward orgasm.

She was almost there when I impulsively pulled down on her ass and let my tongue swipe along her perineum and across her crinkled sphincter. Naimh screeched and clamped up in surprise. “Matty!” she exclaimed rather loudly, the tone in her voice rather positive.

I chuckled and did it again, only this time I didn’t stop. Remembering Mari’s reactions, I kept going, licking her anus and even pushing my tongue inside.

“Eep! Matty! Matty! Ohmigawd! You’re tonguing my ass!”

“I noticed,” I quipped and went back to giving her a rimjob. She was already so close to cumming before that it didn’t take long for her to shudder and squeal as her climax rocked her body. And when she finally stopped shaking, I pushed her forward, slid myself out from beneath her body, and stepped off the side of the bed while yanking her butt back to me and putting her in a doggy-style position on the bed.

“Matty, Matty, fuuuuuuuuuuccccckkk,” Naimh whimpered as I swiftly re-buried my cock to the root. She was more in a frog-position, with her knees out to the sides but down on the mattress and her chest down too, lacking the energy to stay up on all fours. Still, I was able to grab her hips and angle them enough to start pounding her from behind while she closed her eyes, pressed her cheek into the mattress, and moaned while feeling each heavy impact of my pelvis against her ass.

“Fuuuuck meeeee…” the gorgeous girl groaned. “Fuuuuck meeeee…”

On impulse, I reached out and spanked her right asscheek. Naimh squealed and shot up in surprise. “Matty!” Again, her surprised tone was quite positive, even delighted.

So I spanked her left asscheek. And then her right asscheek. And once I even slapped them both at the same time. The Irish redhead just got hotter and hotter every time I did that. She even reached back with both hands to grab her reddened cheeks and pulled them apart, spreading herself even more for my assault.

The thing is, her hands were now covering my prime spanking targets. So I grabbed both of her wrists and yanked them forward over the small of her back. I used my left hand to pin both wrists together, leaving her completely helpless to resist me having my way with her. And I swear Naimh got even HOTTER.

She started screaming in ecstasy while I rutted in and out of her cunt from behind. There were no coherent words, just howls and shrieks mixed with squeals and even a little crying. It was everything I had fantasized about during all those months masturbating to dreams of fucking the hell out of the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen, and she was LOVING IT. She must’ve cum three times from that round alone.

In the end, I pinned her wrists down with my left hand and rapidly spanked her asscheek with my right hand. She screamed and thrust and bucked and wriggled. And when she howled in orgasmic ecstasy for the third time, her spasming snatch drew the semen out from my pumping prick.

“Neevie! Neevie! FUUUCK!” I grunted as I slammed forward one final time and blasted her cunt with all my cum.

“Ohhhhhhh… Myyyyyyyyy… Gaaaaawwwwwwwddddd…” Naimh groaned as her body finally went still, my pelvis no longer pounding her forward over and over again. She drooled onto the mattress, groaning in mixed agony and ecstasy as I finally let go of her wrists, letting her arms fall limply to her sides. Her eyelids fluttered feeling each shot of sperm shooting into her snatch.

And she had the BIGGEST grin on her face the whole time.

After I was done creaming her cunt, I collapsed onto the mattress beside her. I kissed her nose and rubbed her sweaty body while panting for breath. I’d been fucking her so hard for so long that I was feeling pretty wiped out.

But she opened her eyes, looked at me with an expression of absolute adoration, and said, “You are everything I’ve ever dreamed of. But we’re not done yet.”

I blinked and groaned. “Still? I’m TIRED.”

Naimh smiled, looking happier than she’d ever been in her life. “I wanna give my boyfriend my last purity. Will you please fuck my virgin arse?”

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The naked sweaty redhead between my spread legs popped off my prick for a moment, although her right hand still stroked my shaft. “I’m finally gonna get one of Matty’s cherries,” she said happily. “Mari made you spurt with her hands first, Holly was your first blowjob, and Sam got your virginity, but I’m gonna give you your first arse.” And then she went back to blowing me.

I arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure about this?”

She nodded and popped off again. “Never been surer of anything in my life.”

“Not worried at all about The Rule?”

Naimh giggled and replied, “If they wanna keep ‘everything in balance’, that’s up to them. I’m shivering just thinking about all five of us bent over a bed, waiting for you to sodomize us all in a row.”

My cock visibly twitched at that thought, but it also gave me pause. Any guy would give his left nut to be in my position, and yet I couldn’t help shake the feeling that things were getting a little out of control. What Naimh had just described fit perfectly into the name “Matty’s Harem”, and while that sounded awesome in theory, I did worry a little if we were changing too much from the original BTC.

While Mari had told me the Monday morning after she’d given me her virginity that she regretted telling me so many secrets about the girls’ true feelings for me, I reassured her that she hadn’t really told me anything I didn’t already know.

Belle had already confessed back during that first blowjob that she was in love with me, and had been in love with me for a few years. I had worried initially that she’d be jealous of Sam getting my cherry first, but the reveal of her voyeuristic desires had taken me by surprise. And in a way, of all the girls I was worried the least about hurting her feelings. In a way, she might even want Matty’s Harem more than I did.

Sam, on the other hand, worried me the most. I’d been watching her this week, actively looking past the misdirection to see if her true face really did reveal itself. She kept a lid on her jealousy, mostly, but it came out in moments. She was quick to say “I love you” immediately after swallowing my cum or fucking me within an inch of my life, and visibly brightened when I replied, “Love you, too.” Those responses accurately reflected the way I felt for her in those moments, but I worried that she’d been right all along that she could successfully “buy” my love for her through sexual satisfaction. She was sex personified, the reincarnation of Aphrodite, and she turned me on like crazy. But I knew it needled her how much I close I was to Belle, and how much I lusted for Naimh, and I wondered what would happen if she ever decided to put her foot down and make me choose a favorite.

Mari wasn’t in love with me, which was a relief in a way. She clearly valued the BTC and had integrated her sexuality rather seamlessly with the others. I had always made sure to spend time with her even when Sam, Belle, or Naimh were ready and willing for sex while Mari wasn’t. This past week she’d simply been eager to climb aboard instead of finishing a blowjob, but otherwise things had been much the same.

Her secret, on the other hand, was a bit of a ticking time bomb. I had encouraged her to come clean with Belle at least, stating that I was sure her best friend would understand. But Mari’s fears had kept that secret locked away for years already, and she wasn’t quite ready to open it up again. In the meantime, I knew how important it was to her that I remained the one man in the world she could trust and feel safe with, and I wouldn’t violate that trust for anything in the whole world.

Zofi was a mystery. In my humble opinion, she and Naimh were empirically the two most beautiful girls in the entire club. But while she’d always enjoyed being part of the group and even stretching her boundaries with me physically, everything seemed more like a game to her. She sought out unique experiences for the sake of having a unique experience, not because she was horny, and CERTAINLY not because she was emotional. There was no love between us whatsoever, and I felt that she was the only one who still held to the original purpose of the BTC, treating me as the safe guy she could practice on. I didn’t worry about her blowing up the club, but if things started to fall apart, we didn’t have the emotional closeness for me to believe she’d be on my side.

And then there was Naimh: the girl who, if I was being honest with myself, represented the greatest threat to the BTC. She was the one who wanted to be my girlfriend, who wanted me to be her boyfriend, and quite frankly, I wanted those things too. I wished I could go for that drive down the coast in a convertible, hold hands as we walked in the waves, and cuddle together to watch the sunset. I wished I could bring her to a concert, have a quiet dinner at a fancy restaurant, get jealous stares from guys admiring her beauty, and then take her home and make love until the sun came up the next morning.

Nevermind that doing so would destroy my relationships with the other girls. I was tempted. And to have the object of my lust worshiping my dick with her mouth while moaning about how she wanted me to plunder her virgin asshole only magnified that temptation.

Not that either of us would willingly blow up the BTC for a relationship. Naimh would kill herself before betraying the others (hopefully not literally), and I would never intentionally do so either. But I had to admit, I could see myself laying the foundation for a romantic pair-bonded relationship with the gorgeous redhead “just in case”. I mean, if things went wrong and the BTC broke up, at least we could be together then, right? And I knew that the very idea of having “girlfriend Naimh” as a backup plan could very well undermine my resolve to keep the BTC together, even if subconsciously.

Presently, “girlfriend Naimh” pushed her face down as far as she could go around my cock, breathing shallowly through her nose while probing her own gag reflex. She pulled back slowly, took a long deep breath, and then sank her face all the way down.

Yes, I mean ALL the way down. The redhead’s lips formed a tight ring around the very base of my cock, and I could feel the tense compression of her throat around my cockhead. She only held it for a second or two, whimpering softly before pulling all the way up and off, gasping for breath and coughing twice before flashing me a beaming grin.

“I did it!” she cheered enthusiastically before repeating, “I did it!”

My eyes were huge, and I felt a little bad that my very first thought was, ‘Sam is NOT gonna be happy about this.’ But I grinned, started clapping slowly, and congratulated her by saying, “You did it! That was amazing!”

Naimh did a little happy dance on her knees, making her big jugs jiggle. Then she bent over and promptly attempted to repeat the feat. She actually couldn’t do it, gagging herself about an inch from the bottom over and again until she started to get frustrated. I started to tell her it was alright and that she didn’t need to, echoes of that night with Sam after the wedding in my mind. But Naimh sat back for a moment, closed her eyes and became absolutely still. Exhaling slowly, she went into a meditative Zen state, calmed her breathing, and after a minute, she bent over to try again.

She succeeded.

I knew she would. She had that look in her eye right before she pushed her head back down. This girl would succeed at anything she put her mind to.

Even if that thing was… me.

But first, she had another goal in mind. Having completed her second deep-throat, she pulled off my prick and stared straight into my eyes. Her voice was deeper than usual, and deadly serious. “I need you in my arse.”

I nodded slowly.

With a cocky little smile, not a single trace of nervousness, the gorgeous redhead crawled up my body and kissed me slowly. But just when I started to really kiss her back, she broke away and moved over to the side. She bent over in that frog-position again, her ass up in the air, and said, “Fuck my pussy first to get nice and lubed up.”

I nodded my agreement and sat up to get into position, but the word “lube” ping-ponged around my brain for a few seconds until I suddenly jerked and exclaimed, “Oh yeah!”

Naimh glanced back at me in surprise. “What?”

I was already scrambling off the bed and rummaging through my suitcase. “I have a bottle of lube.”

“You do? Why?”

I flashed her a slightly embarrassed smile. “Uh, well, Belle is really small down there, and I’m kinda thick. Sometimes we need a little help to get me in.”

“Huh.” Naimh blinked a couple of times but nodded her understanding. “Lucky me. I was a bit worried how much this would hurt.”

I had climbed back onto the bed, but paused just before opening the cap. “We don’t HAVE to do this. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh no, we’re DOING this,” she stated emphatically and put her head back down. “Just don’t be shy about using a lot of that stuff if you need to.”

With that in mind, I went ahead and opened the cap. But the sight of Naimh’s beautiful backside thrust up toward me was just too enticing to resist, and I set the bottle down on the nightstand so I could grab her ass with both hands and start rimming her anus again. Naimh squealed and giggled and shook her butt free, complaining, “That tickles! I mean, I like it but just lube me up already, will ya?”

I laughed, retrieved the bottle, and squirted a healthy glob into my hand. I painted her sphincter first, then pushed first one lubricated finger and then a second into her colon while she groaned and gritted her teeth, trying to get used to the sensation. But then I brought my rock-hard dick up with my other hand and guided it into her sopping-wet pussy from behind. And my Irish lover moaned in pleasure as I swiftly buried myself to the root.

For a few minutes, I slow-dicked her snatch while pumping two fingers in and out of her anus, adding more lube every now and again. Then, I pushed a third finger in, causing her to stop and tense up, but after about a minute she went back into that meditative Zen state, relaxed, and allowed me to resume thrusting.

“Soooo… fulllll…” she mumbled into the mattress.

“Still wanna do this?” I asked in concern.

“Mmm-hmm…” She opened her eyes, twisted her face back to me, and reached back with both hands to pull her own buttcheeks apart.

“Fuck my arse, Matty. Be the first one to ever fuck my arse. Be the only man to ever fuck my arse for the rest of my life.”

I choked up a little at that last part. The idea of spending the rest of my life with the most gorgeous girl I’d ever seen and having her profess that kind of fidelity to me hit me like Cupid’s arrow to the heart. She was inviting me to sodomize her, but I kept my cock in her cunt and bent forward, planting my left hand on the mattress for support so I could get all the way down and kiss her lips.

“I love you, Matty,” she told me sincerely.

“I love you, too,” I replied with just as much emotion.

“Fuck my arse, lover,” she crooned, eyes glittering.

I grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

Coming upright again, I pulled my dick out of her pussy first. She got a fresh grip on her asscheeks, spreading them wide. With the bottle of lube in hand, I pulled my fingers out of her anus and gazed in wonder at the gaping dark hole that remained. I squirted another healthy glob of lube right into that gap, set down the bottle, and aimed my cockhead into her open sphincter. And easier than I would have thought, I pushed the first three inches through.

“Holy shiiiiiiiitttt…” Naimh’s head SHOT up fast at the moment of penetration, and I could only imagine the way her mouth gaped open almost as big as her eyes must’ve been. I suddenly wanted a mirror in front of her for the next time we did this so I could see that expression on her face.

For my part, Naimh’s asshole was unlike anything I’d ever felt before in my life. It was wet from all the lube, but still not nearly as moist as a pussy. She felt tight, almost as tight as Belle’s virgin vagina, but less constricting at the same time. And it was HOT. Oh my gawd it was hot in her ass, and I groaned to feel such a uniquely amazing sensation for the very first time.

We were SO doing this again.

Meanwhile, Naimh groaned as she felt her colon being filled with cock for the first time. She kept her head down now, breathing shallowly with her eyes closed, trying hard to maintain that meditative Zen state. I worried a little that I was still hurting her, and even though this felt absolutely amazing to me, I was ready to stop at the first sign of her discomfort.

But she had a wicked smile on her face, all the way up until I hit bottom and had given her every last inch of Matty cock she could take. “That’s everything,” I told her. “You’ve got my entire dick in your ass.”

“Yasss…” Naimh hissed, still with that wicked grin. Only then did she open her eyes and look back at me. “Fuck my arse, lover. Fuck my fuckin’ arse.”

So I fucked her “arse”. I started slow, both letting her adjust to my thickness and absorbing the sensations myself. She got up onto all fours, a proper doggy-style position, and started bucking her butt back to meet my thrusts. We started speeding up, really building up a rhythm. But along the way I asked her how she felt every now and again, getting answers like, “So full”, “So good”, and finally “I’m fine stop asking just fuckin’ FUCK me!”

So I stopped asking and focused on fucking. But I still kept talking. So did she.

“Holy shit, Neevie, I love this. Your ass feels so fucking good.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she grunted. “You’re so fuckin’ big!”

“You’re so fuckin’ tight! And so hot! I mean your ass is literally HOT! Not that you’re not hot, too. I mean you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s just… Ohmigawd…”

“Ohmigawd is right. I can’t believe you’re fucking my arse, Matty! Fuck my arse, fuck my arse, fuck my arse!”

“I’m gonna cum in your ass, Neevie. This is incredible.”

“Yes, yes, I want it in my arse! You came in my mouth tonight. Then you came in my pussy. Now you’re gonna cum in my arse! I want it all! I want it everywhere!”

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

“I’m gonna cum too! I’m gonna cum with your cock in my arse! Cum with me! Cum in my arse! I’m gonna--! I’m gonna--! I’m gonna… AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!”

“Neevie! Neevie! I’m… AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!”

Her butthole clamped down on my cock, grabbing on and not letting go. But I was already thrusting forward one final time, losing control and hammering her so hard that her forearms collapsed. She lay pinned beneath me, ass up in the air while I evacuated the contents of my balls and dumped it like a fire-fighting plane dropping water bombs.

Neevie howled at the top of her lungs.

I was howling with her.

And I was pretty sure everyone in the cabin could hear me filling up Naimh’s little asshole.

This was gonna make for an interesting conversation in the morning.

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