The Big Tits Club: Chapter 4

-- CHAPTER 4: Halloween --

I didn’t really get over the brother-sister thing. Mari and Belle had their little girl chat, and after Mari went home, Belle and I sat down and had our own talk. But it was the same conversation we’d already had before, with me thinking of her as my little sister and her thinking of me as her hunky unrelated step-brother. Her dad came home early and we were behind on making dinner, so we never actually finished the conversation. And after dinner I went back to my own house.

Word of Mari’s boldness traveled fast.

Alice was waiting for me and Belle at the parking lot and came over to us as soon as we stepped onto the curb. Literally, the first words out of her mouth were, “Is it true Mari gave you a hand job until you came on your belly?”

I blinked twice and looked around to make sure nobody else was nearby. Other people were walking in from the parking lot, so I quickly grabbed Alice by the elbow and pulled her toward a quiet corner where I could at least have my back to a wall and see if anyone was eavesdropping, and Belle followed. “Can we not have this conversation out in public?” I hissed.

Belle drawled, “Did you wanna do it next or something?”

“What? Eww!” Alice made a stink face. “I just wanted confirmation because doing that is the LAST thing I ever thought Mari would do.”

“Well, not the LAST thing,” Belle snarked.

Alice rolled her eyes. “I’m being serious. When has Mari ever been the first to do anything with Matty? Not even Neevie or Sam have gotten him off yet.”

Belle sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Can we not have this conversation?”

“Fine, fine, let’s get to class,” Alice conceded. “But you know this won’t be the end of it. As soon as Mari tells the others what she did, they’re gonna wanna do the same. You know, so we’re all ‘still in balance’.” Alice finished the last phrase miming air quotes.

I frowned. “Didn’t you just say you wouldn’t want to do that?”

Alice looked at me like I’d grown a horn out of my forehead. “No, eww! I mess around with you because it makes ME feel hot and sexy. I mean, I AM a little curious about you sucking on my titties. But I don’t actually want your yucky sperm on my hand or anything like that. Like… Eww! But you know Sam and Neevie are gonna be all over that.”

Belle grumbled, “It’s not exactly ‘still in balance’ if only two or three of us can do something.”

Alice furrowed her eyebrows and gave Belle an agreeable look. “That’s a good point. We should take it up with Sam.”

“Well can we do it at home?” I complained. “I really don’t like having this conversation out in the open.”

“Fine, fine.” Alice held up her hands defensively and started walking. But she looked back at Belle and said, “Seriously though. I need your help coming up with some good and logical reasons why we collectively need to tap the brakes. Because ever since Matty became the BTC’s official boyfriend, I’ve started panicking we’re all somehow gonna lose our virginities before Christmas.”

Belle snorted. “Don’t worry. Things would never get THAT crazy.”

****

“Oooh, oooh. I wanna try again,” Alice chirped enthusiastically as she knelt before me in front of the couch and once again wrapped her hand around my thick and throbbing dick.

I groaned and let my head loll over the backrest, closing my eyes and relishing the sensations of my long-time friend pumping my naked prick with her hand.

Based on Alice’s mood this morning, I would have NEVER expected to be in this situation right now. And yet here I was, getting my dick fondled by all six of the BTC girls.

Yes, I said all six. Even Belle had joined in. Well, I didn’t know Belle was going to join in. I was a little busy sucking face with Zofi and therefore barely noticed when Mari quite literally handed my dick off to her best friend. Only when Zofi broke away to let Alice have a turn kissing me did I look down and notice the petite blonde’s small hands stacking up around my big dick with some room left over at the top.

I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I?

At lunchtime, Alice and Belle had indeed raised the notion of tapping the brakes on our runaway hormones, stating that while the original intent of “The Rule” was for no one to literally “date” me and therefore take me away from the other girls, in practice The Rule had existed to keep everyone from getting too intimate with me. Physical intimacy and plain old “doing sex stuff” would put us on a path where somebody would get feelings that may or may not be reciprocated, somebody would get hurt, and in the end the BTC could very well fracture. As much as I’d enjoyed “doing stuff” with the girls, I couldn’t disagree and figured that when we all ended up at my house this afternoon to hang out and grill dinner, per usual for a Friday, the girls would hammer out a clarified understanding of The Rule and we’d start rolling back some of the liberties the girls had been taking with my body lately.

I was exactly wrong.

Somehow, someway, as soon as we got to my house Sam convinced the girls that “fair was fair” and The Rule was about keeping a level playing field, not restricting the girls from getting too intimate with me.

“We’re not fifteen anymore,” Sam argued. “Aren’t we mature enough to push our boundaries a little? It’s not like I’m asking you to have sex with him. But if Mari is woman enough to explore her sexuality a little bit with the only man she’s ever felt safe enough to explore with, who are we to say she’s not allowed?”

That particular argument was what won over Alice. Naimh was already on the side of pushing those boundaries as far as they could go. Zofi was pretty chill about the whole thing, saying she’d go along with whatever the group decided. And of course Mari did NOT want to roll back being allowed to play with my dick and feel me sucking on her tits the next time there was an opportunity.

Belle was the lone holdout, and in the end she just threw up her hands, barked a little angrily, “Fine! You sluts do whatever the hell you want. I’m going for a walk.” And then she went for a walk.

Her little tantrum nearly stopped everything in its tracks. -I- certainly felt that if any one member felt that strongly about NOT crossing a particular line, the group really couldn’t proceed. Wasn’t that the entire point of The Rule? But Mari went after her, insisted she could change Belle’s mind, and sure enough, in less than five minutes Belle came back and said she’d changed her mind.

No one was more shocked at the sudden U-turn than me. But with the matter apparently settled, the girls were happy to move on to other things. I got sent out to heat up the hot tub. The girls started chatting about other things, and an hour later I found myself surrounded by six hot girls wearing skimpy bikinis.

Five minutes after that, Naimh climbed into my lap and started a pleasant makeout session. A minute later, her hand slid into my swim trunks. The rather obvious way her elbow pistoned up and down made it clear to everyone else she was giving me a hand job and not merely rubbing my package, and Belle was the first to sweep all the bubbles aside, stare down through the water, and mutter dryly, “Oooh, big surprise.”

Sam smirked and drawled, “Just don’t make him pop. I--”

“Next!” Zofi interrupted before Sam could finish.

“Bitch,” Sam complained without any real heat in her voice.

“Next after Zofi!” Mari announced.

Sam groaned, “Now I think it’s clear that I already--”

“Next after Mari!” Alice cheered with both hands in the air.

Belle frowned. “Wait, I thought you didn’t even want to--”

“Everybody gets a turn!” Sam yelled, and the others all shut up and sat still. “But not in the hot tub. Let’s just relax, have the jets soothe our sore muscles, and enjoy the heat for a bit. THEN we’ll go inside and you all can have your way with him.”

“Aww, does this mean I have to stop?” Naimh complained. The way her elbow kept pistoning, I didn’t want her to stop, either. She also hugged my head to her chest, which basically meant my cheek was pressed into her cleavage with titflesh tantalizingly close to my lips.

Sam rubbed her forehead. “Fine, I’ll give you three more minutes. Do not make him pop.”

Naimh glowed happily. “I promise.” Her hand started pumping and we promptly went back to Frenching. Gawd I loved kissing this girl.

She didn’t get me off. We made out for about four and a half minutes, after which Belle started tapping her shoulder and we reluctantly stopped sucking each other’s face. Naimh didn’t take her hand out of my trunks though, and it was only when Alice noticed her arm was still subtly moving and called her out on it that the Irish redhead finally let go of my cock.

The girls returned to their conversation and I slouched down in the tub to actually relax. Twenty minutes later, we all finally climbed out of the tub and headed into the house to dry off.

But nobody put their clothes back on. Sam’s instructions. Instead, Sam led me over to the middle of the big couch and told me to drop my swim trunks.

“Umm, what?” I balked. I was still topless from the hot tub, and my swim trunks were my only article of clothing. I’d never been NAKED in front of any of the BTC girls before.

Sam leveled her gaze, giving me an expectant look. But now it was my turn to have a deer-in-the-headlights expression, and with a sigh, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bikini top.

I must have blanked out for a second, because the next thing I knew Sam stood before me, completely topless, with those gravity-defying massive 36DD breasts proud and bare before me. This wasn’t a quick 5-second flash with her friends. Sam’s bikini top was nowhere to be found, absolutely nothing impeding my view of those fabulous knockers capped with puffy pink nipples. And this time when she repeated, “Take your trunks off,” I immediately dropped trou.

Sam grinned, quite pleased with my reaction, as she knelt on the couch by my side. She held my head in her hands and leaned forward, initiating a kiss not unlike the ones she gave me in the parking lot after school. Only this time, she didn’t stop kissing me, and her hands didn’t remain on my head.

“Oh, shit,” I groaned into her mouth when she circled her fingers around my throbbing dick.

Sam giggled and kissed me again. I was consciously aware of her naked tits pressing into my right shoulder, but I made no move to grab them. I’d been well-trained not to initiate something like that unless the girls started it first.

Sam and I only made out for about a minute before the other girls caught on. “Wait-wait-wait,” Zofi complained shrilly. “-I- called ‘next’ in the hot tub!”

“And I was after her!” Mari complained.

Sam broke our lip-lock and looked pointedly at both girls. “So sit down,” she said, gesturing to the couch.

Left-handed Zofi took the open spot on my other side, grinning widely. She started to look nervous when Sam stopped stroking my shaft and instead held it out to her best friend. Blinking rapidly, the tall, slender Polish model-type uneasily took my dick into her hand, holding it extremely gently as if it were an eggshell.

“It’s not gonna break,” Sam intoned with amusement. “You can squeeze him pretty hard.”

Still blinking rapidly, Zofi closed her fingers around me more tightly, and even if she wasn’t pumping my prick, the mere idea of this being the first time the pretty brunette had ever held a cock in her hand gave me a surge of pleasure.

She turned to look at me, fear evident in her irises. I felt a surge of protectiveness wash over me, urging me to reassure her. So I cradled Zofi’s cheeks in my hands and murmured, “It’s so fucking hot to have you holding my dick.” And then I leaned in for a kiss.

Zofi moaned when our lips met. Her hand tightened around my cock. And as the pleasure of our kiss built, she started stroking.

Meanwhile, Sam got up and let Mari take her spot. The lovely Latina started by rubbing my pectoral muscles and abs while bending over to kiss my shoulder. I sighed and pulled away from Zofi, turning to Mari and giving her an inviting look. She was quick to take me up on the offer, grabbing my head and searing her lips across mine. Soon we were making out with the same kind of fervor she’d shown yesterday in Belle’s bed.

Alice was suddenly on my left side as Mari took over pumping my cock. After Mari had her fill, she handed me off (literally), and once again I got a little thrill out of the idea that one of my friends was holding a dick in her hands for the first time.

Kissing Alice was always fun, but also a little… weird. She was a pretty girl and I’d had many fantasies about running my hands over her beautiful body, but we’d also grown up together and I still had memories of us running around the soccer field in elementary school. She enjoyed teasing me and playing with my body as a safe way of exploring her sexuality, but I never felt the kind of heat from her as I did from some of the others, and not for the first time I wondered if my erstwhile best friend was actually a lesbian.

That said, I couldn’t imagine a lesbian grabbing my dick and stroking it with such gleeful abandon.

“Careful there, Alice,” Belle intoned with a chuckle. “You keep that up and you may end up with yucky sperm on your hand.”

Alice let go of my dick immediately and stared at it with saucer-shaped eyes, wondering if it indeed was about to go off.

Sam laughed. “Relax, he’s nowhere near cumming.”

“Is it my turn again yet?” Naimh asked impatiently.

Sam gestured as Mari vacated her seat. “Go right ahead.”

“But Belle hasn’t gone yet,” Mari pointed out.

My eyes immediately went to Belle’s. Everyone else’s eyes started yo-yoing back and forth between us. The awkward tension that had formed between us over the past few weeks had become pretty obvious, and this moment wasn’t exactly relieving that tension.

“Go ahead, Neevie,” Belle said after a pregnant pause. Her words were for Naimh but her eyes were on mine.

Fortunately, Naimh didn’t care whether or not Belle and I were feeling awkward tension. She was happy to take over, and better yet, mid-kiss she untied the bows of her halter-top bikini, tossed aside the flimsy fabric, and pulled my mouth down to her pale pink nipples instead.

“Neevie!” Alice shrieked in startled disbelief.

“What? Mari did this already, didn’t she? We’re ‘still in balance’. Matty sure looks happy.”

I was happy, and I was sucking away at Naimh’s freckled Double-D tits with abandon, fearing Sam might change the rules and suddenly take them away. I’d wanted the Irish redhead’s breasts in my mouth the very first time I ever saw them, and that desire had NEVER gone away. Even if nothing else happened for the rest of the afternoon, at least I could say I finally got my lips around her puffy pink nipples. But eventually Naimh pulled my face off her boobs and started kissing me again.

After that, the whole order of who was “next” got lost, and the girls just started trading off as soon as one of their friends chirped that they wanted another turn. Sam let me suck on her big tits, and I nearly came just from the excitement of doing that for the first time, but all the other girls kept their tops on, even Mari. Even though she’d let me nurse at her nipples yesterday, perhaps the pressure of being surrounded by her friends made her less comfortable than she’d been yesterday when it was just me and Belle.

Speaking of uncomfortable, I assumed that’s how Belle was feeling. She’d clearly been uncomfortable with the changes happening between her friends and me ever since I became the BTC’s boyfriend. But I’d been too busy having fun with those changes to really want to stop. So it was a complete surprise to me when she suddenly joined in. Mari and Zofi had me distracted, and then suddenly I looked down to see my “little sister” looking up at me with an expression of can’t-stop-me now mixed with please-don’t-be-mad-at-me.

Her small hands weren’t big enough to completely cover my cock. She started pumping them both up and down the way she’d seen the others doing it, bent over, and for a heartbeat I thought she’d actually put me into her mouth. I knew she’d fantasized about doing so quite a lot, even if I tried hard not to think about it myself.

I was certainly thinking about it now.

“Okay NOW he looks like he’s about to cum,” Sam chuckled while I clenched my teeth and tried valiantly not to let that happen. Thankfully for everyone involved, I did succeed.

But Belle didn’t kiss me. She didn’t even try. She knew I still considered kissing like that to be intimate, at least with her. Perhaps she considered herself lucky I’d let her participate this much and didn’t want to push her luck. When everything was over at the end of the night, I did ask her, “What did Mari say to you to get you to change your mind?”

Belle just gave me a mysterious smile and said, “Maybe I’ll tell you someday, but not today.”

At the time, Belle only jacked me off with both hands for a couple of minutes before letting Sam take over. Then Alice said, “Oooh, oooh. I wanna try again,” and I surrendered myself to the blissful sensations. It had been an amazing afternoon, but all good things must come to an end.

By now I had three girls surrounding me at all times: one on each side and one on the floor in front of me. I added a fourth when Naimh stood behind the couch and leaned over to kiss me while Zofi and Mari sandwiched me between them, with Sam kneeling on the floor stroking my shaft. Naimh, Zofi, and Mari started passing my head between them every three seconds or so, shoving a succession of tongues into my mouth one after the other before their friends physically rotated my head away.

I started grunting into Mari’s mouth as the pleasure built and built inside me. Sam recognized the tension in my abs, and she suddenly sped up her strokes. “He’s gonna blow soon,” she told the girls.

Mari broke our kiss and turned to look, watching the busty blonde’s hands twisting and pulling at my prick. I watched as well, taking in Sam’s eager expression and the way her lips parted as if in anticipation of swallowing my load.

“How do you want me, Matty?” Sam asked in her alluring Aussie accent, eyes twinkling. You wanna cum on my face? Or do you want me to swallow it? Or maybe… hmm… I’m thinking you’d love to bust your nut all over my big boobies, huh? Would you like to shower me with your sperm in front of all our friends? Can you imagine blowing a big load right into the valley of my naked breasts? That’s a good idea, actually. Hang on a sec.”

My eyes went WIDE as Sam bent forward, grabbing hold of both her boobs to try squishing them around my cock. The upright rod actually got knocked out of the way at first, and Zofi reached over to hold my mushroom head and keep it in place so Sam could finish wrapping her tits around me. But once she had me enfolded in her titflesh, Sam flicked her eyes up to mine and hummed erotically as she began to hump her chest up and down.

“Holy crap,” I moaned. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this.”

Sam chuckled musically. “Actually, I think I’ve got a pretty good idea. Hope I live up to your expectations though. I’ve seen this in porn but never actually done it.”

I shook my head slowly. “You couldn’t disappoint me if you tried. Ohmigawd… I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

It didn’t take long. Primed as I was from the girls jacking me off for close to half an hour, plus the girls making out with me one after the other, plus occasionally sucking on Naimh’s or Sam’s big boobs, I was ready to blow. Getting my first ever titfuck (and Sam’s first, too) was just icing on the cake. And as soon as I started visualizing my engorged cockhead spitting wads of creamy cum all over the busty blonde’s chest, I started doing just that.

“Eeeyarrrghhh!!!” I groaned as my dick erupted. The first two shots actually fired hard enough to splatter onto Sam’s face, one just beneath her left eye and the second across her lips and chin. She hunched over a little more after that, so that the third shot impacted underneath her chin. The rest lost power and merely coated the upper slopes of her chest before all of the cumwads started trickling downward with the force of gravity, the ones on her face literally dripping down onto her spectacularly big boobs.

My hips bucked and shuddered, trying their best to keep fucking Sam’s cleavage all through my orgasm. But eventually I collapsed and went limp, sinking deeper into the couch cushions. Sam pulled her tits off my dick and sat back on her heels, smirking in smug satisfaction. And then to her surprise and everyone else’s, Zofi suddenly tackled her onto the floor, licking up cock cream from her best friend’s boobs before sealing her lips over Sam’s and feeding my sperm directly into the blonde’s mouth.

“Holy crap!” Alice exclaimed.

Sam and Zofi froze mid-moan and mid-kiss. Clearly they had both been really into it, and I wondered (not for the first time) if the pair of them had ever made out with each other before. Given Zofi’s self-professed virginity, I imagined this was the first time they had done so with someone’s sperm on their lips, although admittedly I couldn’t be sure. They sat up and glanced back at us, Zofi blushing fiercely and covering her face with both hands in disbelief she’d lost control and done that.

“Don’t mind us,” Mari intoned seriously. “If you want to keep kissing her, go right ahead.”

Now Alice’s surprised expression was directed at Mari. But I didn’t have time to think about them any further as Naimh literally vaulted herself over the couch’s backrest and into Zofi’s vacated seat. She grabbed her left breast and shoved her nipple into my mouth before seizing my head with both hands. And in a raspy voice just bursting with sexual need, she growled, “I am NOT going home until you spray your cum all over ME.”

****

“Hey, Matty?” Belle called. “Can you help me zip this up?”

It was the Saturday before Halloween, and even if kids wouldn’t be trick-or-treating tonight, the member of the BTC were all dressing up for a party. There would be alcohol involved, so rather than let the girls drive themselves individually, I was going to pick them all up in my minivan and refrain from drinking myself so I could drive them all back home at the end of the night.

Belle had come over to my house already dressed in her costume: Jane from the Disney animated Tarzan. She had a yellow dress including the structured butt-bustle, white gloves, and a purple cravat with a white collar. A safari hat and yellow parasol completed the outfit, but the dress was super tight up the back (it wasn’t designed to accommodate her bigger-than-normal bustline), and she couldn’t quite get the zipper closed.

I turned away from the mirror as Belle walked into the bathroom. She spun around and I took hold of the back of the dress, tugging it closed and hooking it together. Belle gasped a little, as the top was pretty tight, and I paused to ask, “You sure this is the right size?”

“It’s fine,” she replied with shallow breaths. “Girls are used to suffocating themselves for the sake of beauty.”

“You already know I think you’re gorgeous, B. No need to make yourself uncomfortable to convince me.”

Staring at my reflection in the mirror, Belle smiled and rolled her eyes. “I’m not trying to impress you. I need to look good for everyone at this party.”

I shrugged. “Your funeral.” Getting a tight grip of the zipper, I managed to slide it all the way up to the top. Belle held her chest and fought to get used to the constriction, reacting as if I’d put her into a corset.

“Sure I can’t convince you to dress as Tarzan for me?” she asked one last time, having failed on the previous three requests.

I imagined wearing a brown loincloth and nothing else and immediately replied, “Hell no.”

“C’mon. The girls would have a much easier time jerking you off.”

I blushed and thought about all the hand jobs the girls had given me over the last couple of weeks. It seemed that not a day went by without one of the girls making me explode at least once. Sam and Naimh were still the most frequent culprits; both of them got a kick out of making me pop purely for the fun of it. For Mari, jacking my cock was more of a complement to our continuing makeout sessions, and she also loved letting me suck on her nipples at the same time. Zofi had stroked me to completion twice, both times with Sam present to watch and give pointers. Even Alice had fun playing with my dick, although she only did so on Fridays when the whole club got together, and she never once tried to make me cum.

Speaking of Fridays, those were the only days Belle handled my dick as well, and only for a few minutes before giving up her spot. If all five of the other girls were messing around with me, I couldn’t bring myself to stop her. Everyone had to be in balance, right? But if it was just a small group like her, me, and Mari studying in her bedroom, the expression on my face made it clear I’d rather not cross that line of intimacy. I wouldn’t stop her if she’d tried, but she never tested that resolve.

Fridays were also great for me because those were the days Sam and Naimh really wanted to show off. It seemed to become a competition between them to see which one of them could make me pop during a titfuck. Once, Naimh even got me off between her bubbly boobs in the hot tub. Alice shrieked and promptly climbed out of the water, insisting that we’d contaminated it.

So no, I didn’t feel the need to wear a Tarzan outfit just to give the girls easier access to jerking me off. I was getting plenty of action without the loincloth, thank you very much.

Looking in the mirror, I finished making sure my hair was in place and took a step backward, looking at the full picture of my generic Star Wars Jedi costume. Checking that my lightsaber was clipped to my belt, I nodded to Belle. “Let’s go pick up the others.”

Luckily, I only had three stops as Mari had gone over to Alice’s house, and Zofi had gone to Sam’s place. It took about thirty minutes to collect everyone and another ten to drive to the party. I parallel parked on the curb about six houses away, everyone got out, and then we spent another five minutes making sure everyone’s costume looked alright. Belle took a while to get her structured bustle in place under her dress.

The party itself was fine. The host was an old friend of Sam’s and Zofi’s that the rest of us at least knew in passing. There was pretty good music, a couple of kegs, and an eclectic mix of people from a variety of social cliques at school. Nobody got crazy drunk. Nobody started a fight. The police didn’t get called for a noise complaint. In short, it was nothing like you’ve seen in the movies.

The only real change of plans came in the form of the designated driver. Over and over again someone passing out red solo cups offered me a beer, which I politely declined by holding up my car keys. No biggie, no pressure. But after the first hour, Belle nudged me and said, “Hey, why don’t you go ahead. I haven’t had a drop tonight and don’t really feel like drinking. I can drive everybody home.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, no problem.” She gave me a warm smile, and I leaned over to peck her cheek in thanks.

I still didn’t get drunk or anything, but I had enough to get a good buzz going. Admittedly, my inhibitions were lowered a little and I started to get a little more affectionate with the BTC girls than I would have otherwise been, not that they seemed to mind. After all, I was the club’s official boyfriend, right? Nobody else at the party seemed to bat an eyelash when I gave Sam a kiss, or pulled Mari into my lap, or even when I grabbed Belle’s ass. It just looked so fucking perky and cute, just like her.

Well, -I- minded (a little bit) that I had grabbed Belle’s ass, and that was my cue to myself to stop drinking.

I was still feeling warm and fuzzy when the party started to wind down and we started collecting all the girls together. Belle, Mari, Alice and I had already been hanging out together for the most part, although I’d spent time with each of the others as well. We found Sam, Zofi, and Naimh together with some of the other “pretty and popular chicks”, let them say their goodbyes, and everyone piled back into my van, this time with Belle in the driver’s seat.

It took close to an hour to run everyone back to their own house, with five stops this time instead of three. By the time Belle parked the minivan in my garage, the alcohol buzz was wearing off but I was feeling pretty sleepy, bracing my elbow against the windowsill and my cheek against my open palm.

“C’mon, big guy,” Belle muttered as she opened the front passenger door from the outside and I nearly fell into her arms. She propped me up and complained, “You’re too heavy for me to carry upstairs.”

With a sleepy nod, I stumbled out of the van but yawned, stretched, and managed to walk under my own power to the door into the house. Belle followed, her hand on my hip as a guide while I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. She walked with me all the way into my bedroom where I turned around, sat down on my bed, and then dropped flat on my back. I may have started snoring.

Belle’s laughed musically. “You gonna just go to sleep in your costume?”

“Mmm-hmm,” I mumbled. “Think I drank more than I thought.”

“I think it’s grammatically impossible to think more than you thought.”

“Wha…?”

“Nevermind.” Belle giggled. She grabbed both my hands and leaned back, unsuccessfully trying to pull me upright. “Seriously, you’re too heavy. Help me out here.”

With a groan, I managed to sit up and start tugging at my Jedi robes. Belle helped me drag the sleeves off, and I managed to rip my undershirt over my head, leaving me topless. And then I flopped down onto my back again.

Belle sighed and pursed her lips. I closed my eyes and may or may not have passed out, because when I took a deep breath and opened my eyes again, all seemed quiet. I started to assume Belle had gone home, but a moment later, she was on the bed beside me, running her hands over my naked chest. Her palms rubbed my pecs. Her fingers trailed across my abs. These were simple touches, nothing too extreme and nothing she hadn’t already done many times. All of the BTC girls had been rubbing my body like this since we were sophomores, no big deal, and I relaxed beneath her touch.

But then I felt her lips against mine. They were soft and warm, and in my sleepy-drowsy state they felt really, really good. I kissed her back, and she moaned happily. So when I felt the tickle of her tongue parting my lips, I opened my mouth and let her inside.

There were none of the usual alarm bells going off in the back of my mind, the ones that screamed “She’s like a little sister to you!”. Belle was just a very pretty girl, completely unrelated to me like the rest of the BTC, who was having a pleasant makeout session with me. It was the same thing I’d done with no less than five other girls over the past week alone. Indeed, as the kiss built and built, I circled my arms around her and pulled her chest on top of mine so we could have a better kissing angle.

My hands grabbed her ass of their own accord. She didn’t have to put my hands on them or anything like that. I’d graduated past waiting for permission with the other five. At this point, if Sam, Zofi, Naimh, Alice, or Mari started a makeout session, it was pretty much a given that I’d grab their ass and fondle away to my heart’s content. So it was pretty much an automatic thing for me.

Belle moaned at my touch, throwing one leg over my hips and centering herself so that she could grind her crotch down against the iron-hard dick in my pants. The height difference was such that she couldn’t actually dry-hump my prick while kissing me at the same time, so she had to settle for riding my cock like a rail for about a minute without kissing before sliding back up my torso so we could resume our lip-lock. She seemed more interested in making out than getting off, which was fine by me.

And then suddenly she was gone.

I was still sleepy-drowsy-drunk, the pleasant buzz of the makeout session helping me float away on a fluffy cloud of bliss, so I didn’t have any real sense of time. For a moment, I thought I must’ve fallen asleep mid-makeout session, and that she must’ve gone home.

But then I felt her hands at my feet as she tugged off my black boots. After that, her fingers hooked into the waistband of my pants. And sleepy or not, drunk or not, my eyes opened wide once I felt both my pants and underwear start to slide down my legs.

I picked my head up, asking quietly, “Uh, Belle?”

She’d lost the hat, gloves, and umbrella, along with the uncomfortable bustle. She’d even unhooked the back of her dress, giving “the girls” a little more room to breathe, but otherwise my Annabelle was completely clothed. Her tits weren’t even on display, as the dress had a high collar. Yet there was something unmistakably… sexy… about her at this moment. And I realized the mood came entirely in her eyes.

They practically glowed.

Okay, they weren’t actually glowing in the dark like some kind of evil robot, but there was a shimmer in Belle’s pale green irises as she stared at me. I saw the hunger in her expression as she pulled my pants down to my knees, exposing my semi-soft cock. It wasn’t all the way soft, because while my brain might have been a little slow on the uptick, my dick apparently realized a beautiful girl was trying to get access to it. And it started to get harder pretty fast when she took it into her hands and started squeezing.

And then it was inside her mouth.

No warning. No murmured endearments. Not even a second glance at my face to ask if it was okay. I wasn’t even hard all the way yet before Belle ducked her face and crammed every inch of my dick between her lips. But within seconds it thickened and elongated until she couldn’t fit all of it inside her mouth anymore. And the next thing I knew, she had both of those tiny hands stacked one on top of the other but still leaving a few inches at the top for her mouth to suck on like a lollipop.

Belle’s knuckles suddenly moved, her hands twisting around my shaft in opposite directions before reversing course and twisting back the other way. Her agile tongue licked along the underside of my glans, flicking and teasing. She let her left hand drop away to start tickling my balls instead and used her right hand to start pumping up and down the full length of my cock. And a few seconds later, she placed both hands on my thighs and forced her head downward, trying to swallow as much of me as she possibly could.

Oh. My. GAWD.

Belle is giving me a blowjob.

BELLE is giving me a blowjob.

In all honesty, it wasn’t the greatest blowjob of all time. Even though it was only the second BJ of my life, it was apparent that Belle had never done this before and had a lot of catching up to do compared to Holly in the skill department. Actually, Belle’s first time going down on someone seemed a lot like MY first time going down on someone: just trying things out and attempting to react to your partner’s reactions.

But even if it wasn’t the greatest blowjob of all time, it was still a pretty good blowjob. Even looking back at it in hindsight, I can admit she did an amazing job for a complete novice. I never felt her teeth. She could tell when something wasn’t working and changed up her technique. And she backed off when I started bucking my hips, threatening to blow.

Presently, Belle had returned to sucking on the mushroom head while twisting both hands in opposite directions around the remaining part of my shaft. I liked the pleasure, loved the visual, and she’d picked up enough of my cues to tell. Staring straight at me with those pale green eyes, I felt her love washing over me in waves. I knew she was doing this as fulfillment of her long-time fantasy, but she was also doing her very best to give ME pleasure just for the sake of making me happy.

I didn’t deserve her.

The guilt would come later. The mental angst of letting the little girl I’d grown up with committing such a naughty, nasty act wouldn’t hit me until the morning. But right then and there, all I could feel was the love. And the more pleasure she gave me, the more I wondered why the hell I’d kept her at arm’s length for so long? The more I agonized over how unfair I’d been to keep her from being just as much as an active participant in the BTC’s “fun” as everyone else. I’d grown up with Alice almost as much as Belle, and you didn’t see me stopping HER, or giving HER warning looks of disapproval, did you?

“Belle…” I moaned rapturously, fireworks of pleasure going off in my brain. The sound of my voice saying her name so erotically spurred her on, and she turned up the pressure.

“Belle…” I moaned again, and she shifted her knees beneath her, getting herself into a position where she could bob her whole head up and down, creating a ring of suction with her lips that seemed barely wide enough to fit around my girth.

“Annabelle…” I groaned, rapidly reaching the point of no return as she fucked her own face with my cock, pumping her hands with abandon up and down the inches she couldn’t fit. “I’m gonna… You’re gonna make me…”

I expected her to pull me out of her mouth and let me blow all over my belly. The thought of her actually swallowing my sperm never even occurred to me. I mean, I’d thought about girls swallowing my spending in fantasies, including all of the other BTC girls. But not Belle. Not my precious Annabelle. It was too… dirty… In my head, she was too pure.

But she didn’t pull off. Maybe she’d always planned on swallowing. Maybe she just got caught off guard and didn’t realize I was about to actually blow until I already had. Maybe she just wanted to keep her costume clean, I don’t know. Whatever the reason, she didn’t pull off. She flinched when the first blast of sperm impacted against the roof of her mouth, but her eyes tightened and she kept her mouth down. She swallowed reflexively as the second shot exploded, and then the third, and the fourth. Her mouth stopped moving but her hands kept pumping, drawing out every last drop while I groaned and thrashed on the bed beneath her, moaning her name over and over again.

“Annabelle…”

“Annabelle…”

“Annabelle…”

And then I was done.

The next thing I knew, Belle was cuddled up alongside me, her petite 5’1” frame spooned in front of my much larger body. I cradled her with both arms, squeezing her tightly while she hummed quite happily in my embrace.

“Holy shit, B,” I moaned, still a little delirious from the incredible ejaculation. “I can’t believe you did that.”

She giggled cutely and rubbed my forearm where it crossed over her chest. “I can’t believe I did that either.”

“But… why?”

“Silly Matty. You already know I’ve been fantasizing about giving you a blowjob forever.”

“I… okay…” I conceded. “But… why now? Why tonight?”

“Because you didn’t stop me; simple as that. Maybe it was the alcohol, I dunno. For once, you didn’t get all hung up on your ‘she’s like my little sister’ mentality at the first hint of me putting a move on you. Don’t you get it? I’ll let you have anything you want from me, even my virginity.”

Belle rotated in my grasp, turning to face me with those wide, luminous, pale green eyes.

“I love you, Matty,” she said with absolute sincerity. “I always have.”

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