The Big Tits Club: Chapter 5 (Patreon)

-- CHAPTER 5: BJs --

“Holy crap, B. Mari’ll be here any minute!”

“Then shut up and let me finish!”

Suiting action to her words, Belle wasted no time getting her mouth around my rapidly-expanding erection. My jeans were around my ankles as I sat in her desk chair, one eye watching the beautiful strawberry-blonde kneeling on the floor between my legs bobbing her head up and down in my lap, and the other eye trained out the window and through the blinds in anticipation of Mari’s car parking in the driveway.

Of course, I needn’t have worried that much. The front door was locked and Mari would never just barge in unannounced. Even if she came early, we’d have plenty of time to get my dick back into my boxer shorts and make myself presentable while Belle headed downstairs to let her best friend into the house. But there just something so… wrong… about what we were doing that even the slightest percentage chance of discovery was enough to send me into paralyzing panic attacks.

I shouldn’t have this fear. I’d never FELT this kind of fear before because I’d never had anything to HIDE. All my life, the girls had teased me and messed around with me and the worst thing anybody could catch me doing was masturbating within the safety of my big, empty house. Big deal.

But now? Now I was in Belle’s room getting a fucking blowjob from the literal girl-next-door I’d grown up with all my life… and none of her so-called best friends even knew about it!!!

Yes, we were hiding our blowjobs from the BTC.

Shit, I still couldn’t believe I was even GETTING blowjobs.

And I REALLY couldn’t believe I was getting blowjobs from BELLE.

I’d been getting a LOT of blowjobs from Belle, actually. For someone who hadn’t even touched a male penis for her entire life up until a couple of weeks ago, she was certainly making up for lost time.

I’d woken up Sunday morning after the Halloween party slightly hungover but with a perfect memory of everything that had transpired. That’s when the guilt came in, the mental angst of letting the little girl I’d grown up with commit such a debauched, depraved act with me making me feel lower than a horse turd. And her declaration of love at the end? What was THAT about?

I hadn’t been able to sleep in as I usually did on Sunday mornings, so I remained awake in bed for over an hour, agonizing over the previous night’s activities until I finally got up and started my morning routine. I headed downstairs and into the kitchen to start making breakfast. Mother was home and she walked in while I was cooking, so I offered to make her breakfast as well. We made small talk for a few minutes and I doubt she had any clue what kind of mental turmoil I was in. She simply didn’t know me well enough to form a baseline for comparison. In the end, she started reading the business section of the newspaper while I returned to my room to change clothes and get ready for the day.

I waited until noon before walking over to Belle’s house. Her dad let me in and gave me a warm hug hello. I almost couldn’t hug him back, wracked with guilt for letting down this kind-hearted man who had been more of a parent to me than either of my biological gene-donors. How could I face him knowing I’d defiled his only child in such a degenerate manner? But Belle was super-happy to see me, and if she recognized the mental turmoil I was in, she didn’t let on. She simply turned and hopped up the stairs, leading the way into her bedroom while I followed, and closed the door behind me.

I knew Mr. K wouldn’t come to check on us. If any other boy had been alone in the room with Belle, you’d better believe the door would’ve had to remain open, but this was me. Matt. The son he’d never had. I had his TRUST.

Lower than a horse turd was too good for me.

Not that Belle cared about how I was feeling. She parked me on her bed, climbed into my lap, tenderly held my head in her hands, and softly pressed her lips to mine.

“Belle,” I groaned, prying her face off mine. “We need to-- mmph!”

She’d cut me off with a kiss.

So I pried her off again. “I’m serious. We nee-- mmph!”

Again, she cut me off.

So I pried her off again. “Belle, seriously. Last night… oh holy crap… Mmph!”

I’d been wearing comfortable Adidas track pants, nothing fancy, with a super-stretchy waistband. So it had been easy for Belle’s hand to slip down and grab hold of my cock, which she started squeezing and stroking while she once again sealed her mouth on top of mine.

The next thing I knew, I was flat on my back across her bed while Belle and I made out with a fury. Every time I tried to break the kiss, her hand tightened a little more around my rapidly-elongating shaft. Every time I tried to say something, she kissed me a little harder and what little mental processing capacity I had available for verbal communication got reassigned to sexual stimulation.

Perhaps two minutes later, Belle finally broke for air, slid down the bed, and pulled my track pants and underwear with her. “Keep it down,” she hissed. “Unless you want my dad to come find us with your dick in my mouth.”

I kept quiet. My dick was already in her mouth.

Five minutes later, I sat up against Belle’s headboard, breathing hard while she snuggled up against my right side. Her hand was beneath my shirt as she rubbed my chest, a silly smile on her face as she enjoyed having a belly full of my cum.

But once I caught my breath, I looked down at her and sighed, all the guilt and mental anguish returning to my beleaguered (but no longer distracted) brain. “We need to talk.”

“I’m done talking to you about this,” she said wearily, with a look that suggested she’d rather do anything than keep talking about this. “I really do love you, but I hate going in circles about this. I’m not your little sister. Fuck, I’m a month older than you. We’re not related! I get that we grew up together, and you have this conflict in your head about sexualizing me. But I really don’t think you’d have this problem if I was 5’10” with Sam’s boobs. I joke about you not fantasizing about me because I’m a little shorty compared to everyone else, but there’s a kernel of truth there.”

I sighed. “It’s not that you’re a shorty, although I’ll grant that if you were 5’10” I might be a little less protective of you. I just… I can’t…” I trailed off.

“Come ON, Matty.” Belle shook free of my arm, sat up straight, and pivoted around to face me. “I literally have your sperm soaking into my stomach right now. What’s it gonna take for you to see me as a woman and not some little girl who needs your protection?”

“I DO see you as a woman! You think I don’t know you’re freaking hot and uber sexy?”

She crossed her legs into a lotus position and grinned at me. “You think I’m ‘uber sexy’?”

My heart broke. “I’ve thought you were uber sexy since we were twelve. Back then, I was your little brother. But I had such a crush on my big sister.”

Belle frowned. “You did?”

I nodded. “But I was the little dweeb next door who kept wanting to tag along wherever you went. You got sick of it and asked your dad once if he could make me stop coming over.”

“I did NOT.”

I nodded. “One of the most traumatizing moments of my life.”

Waving her hand, Belle said dismissively, “I’m pretty sure I was just overreacting to something. I never would’ve actually wanted you to stop coming over. You were my Matty.”

“Perhaps.” I shrugged. “The point is: when everybody else started wondering who had the biggest boobs in junior high: Sam or Mari, I didn’t even care. All I wanted back then was you.”

“And now you get to have me. Well, not exactly have me,” she clarified quickly. “I do love you, Matty, but I’m not breaking up the BTC for us. I’ve always enjoyed the teasing and flirting and messing around, but we’re not gonna start dating. I couldn’t take you away from the other girls. But I’m getting sidetracked. What I don’t understand is: If you’ve been crushing on me since we were twelve, why the hell have you kept me at arm’s length all this time?”

“I’m… I’m…” I started twice, thinking that if I just started talking the words would come out on their own. But they didn’t, and I rubbed my forehead while shaking my head. “I don’t know exactly. I know the reason I’ve told myself for all these years, but right now I’m starting to think I’ve just been lying to myself to cover up the pain.”

“What are you talking about?”

I shrugged. “I couldn’t have you back then. You were all I thought about, and not even in a sexual way. Even today I can’t quite put my finger on it. You were best friends with Mari and you hung out with a bunch of cute tween girls. I was best friends with Alice and we played sports and card games like Magic. Our two social circles did not intersect in the slightest, but every day I got to come home and hang out with you, and those few hours between the end of school and dinnertime were the highlights of my days.”

Belle glanced around her room, a smile on her face as she reminisced about those days. “Yeah, we had fun back then.”

“Building pillow forts out of the couch cushions,” I said with a small chuckle.

“Playing make-believe with our LEGOs,” she giggled. “Your pirates always wanted to attack my princess castles for some reason.”

“Just running around the backyard with nothing but our imaginations.”

“Teaching you to bake chocolate chip cookies.” Belle shook her head. “You never did catch on very well.”

“I always wanted to follow the measurements on the box precisely.”

“When a true baker knows how to tweak things a little to make it just right.”

I rolled my eyes and waved my hand. “There was nothing remotely hormonal or sexual about it, but I was in love with you back then. I wanted to spend every waking moment possible with you. I dreamed we’d fall in love and get married one day after we both grew up, the classic girl-next-door romance from the movies, you know? But then in… eighth grade… I think? You started crushing on Taylor Guazelli.”

“Who?”

“You seriously don’t remember Taylor Guazelli?” I shook my head. “You didn’t care whether or not I was around – I was the invisible brother at that point. You whined and complained to Mari and your other little girlfriends about how he walked past you in the hallway and didn’t even look at you. You thought you were gonna die. You described in great detail how he was such a hunk, defining qualities that did not resemble me in the slightest. And I convinced myself then and there that I would never get to be with you. Mari even said one time that I was getting pretty cute, but you dismissed her comment immediately saying that -I- was like a brother to you.”

Belle frowned and gave me a strange look. I had paused, so she led me with a somewhat impatient, “And then what?”

I wasn’t a hundred percent sure myself, but I thought back to the way I’d felt back then, thought really HARD and tried to will myself to bring such old memories back into clarity. I don’t know if I succeeded or if I was just drawing new conclusions from old data, but after a few more seconds of trying to make the puzzle fit in my brain, I said, “I think… I think… I think that’s when I decided I could never consider you as a potential partner because you were like a sister to me. Rather than let myself be hurt by rejection, I just… categorized you as out of bounds. It was easier to believe than continue to hope you’d eventually see me as man but be perpetually disappointed.”

Belle arched an eyebrow. “Umm… okay…” She furrowed her eyebrows and tried to process that.

“You know, we might be able to ask Alice. I’ve told her a few times about various crushes I had back then. She might remember some of this part, or at least verify how obsessed I was with you back then.”

“I just might do that.” Belle popped her eyebrows. “So if I have this right, you put a mental block around me, convincing yourself that I would only ever be your sister, and THAT’S why you’ve never been able to fantasize about me or otherwise get… well… intimate?”

“I think so?” I said uncertainly. “In a way, the origin of the mental block doesn’t even really matter. It’s there. And even now, it hasn’t gone away. Like you said: you’ve got my sperm soaking into your stomach right now. We’re not related and clearly I’m not the one molesting you or anything like that, and yet I can’t help but feel this guilt inside like I’m an incestuous bastard for letting you.”

“Uggghhh,” Belle groaned, burying her face in her hands. “You are NOT an incestuous bastard. We aren’t even fucking related!”

“I know, I know.”

“So how do we get you over this mental block? Because I REALLY don’t want to keep having these conversations every time I wanna do something ‘uber sexy’ with you.”

“I don’t know.”

Belle took a deep breath, let out a long exhalation, and then hopped off her bed. “Okay fine. C’mon. Let’s go.”

“Go where?”

“Back to your house. I’ll tell my dad we’re going out but will be back in time for dinner.”

“Um, okay… But we’re actually going over to my house?”

“Yep.”

“To do what?”

“Well I’ll tell you what we’re NOT gonna do: We’re NOT gonna keep talking about this!”

****

“WHY are we still talking about this?!?” Belle screamed at the ceiling, not quite loud enough for her dad to hear next door, but pretty loud. “I want to. You want to. Why is that not good enough?!?”

I’m getting ahead of myself again.

Mother was still home when Belle and I walked in. Belle greeted her politely, Mother asked all the expected questions about how things were going, and after completing the required amount of small talk, finally asked what the two of us were up to. Belle smiled and announced that we were here to bake chocolate chip cookies, which was news to me. But I just smiled and nodded silently until Mother said she was going out and said, “Have fun you two!”

To my utter and complete surprise, Belle and I actually made chocolate chip cookies. She knew her way around my kitchen pretty well after all the Friday night dinners we had with the BTC. And the longer we spent baking, the more I forgot about all the angst and guilt over my incestuous bastard behavior.

After the cookies were finished, we pulled out a tub of vanilla ice cream and made ice cream sandwiches, which didn’t work very well because the cookies were still too hot. But they were quite tasty nonetheless. And afterward, Belle dragged me up to my bedroom and asked me to find my old Magic: The Gathering cards so I could teach her how to play.

By this point, I had NO IDEA what was going on, but I went along with it. She was pretty bad at the game. Not that she wasn’t smart enough to pick it up – Belle was a straight-A student – but there are a lot of complicated mechanics involved and the decks I had built at that point were pretty advanced. No matter, she wasn’t actually interested in playing for very long.

We were in the middle of our second game when Belle set down her hand, got up to her knees, and leaned over so she could kiss me. I had been so concentrated on my hand that I didn’t even realize what was going on until her face was only inches away from mine, and once her tongue slipped into my mouth I forgot about everything else.

I promptly forgot about the game. I forgot about the cookies. And I forgot I was supposed to NOT be doing this because I thought of Belle like a little sister.

All I felt was the fireworks of joy exploding in my mind and my heart as Belle… my Annabelle… kissed me.

We’d been sitting up playing cards on my bed, and Belle swept them aside without a second glance. She pressed me onto my back and straddled my hips, her tongue spearing down into my mouth over and again like a fish-hunting bird of prey. She mewled into our lip-lock, her arousal quite evident. And then moments later, she sat up and ripped her sweater over her head.

I held my breath gawking up at her. Although she’d given me blowjobs both last night and this morning, Belle had remained fully-clothed for both of them. And while I’d seen her in her bra or in skimpy bikini tops that covered even less than her bra, the moment Belle unclasped her bra this afternoon and tossed it aside was the very first time I ever laid eyes on her perfect breasts.

I mean that: Belle’s breasts were perfect. She was a goddess scaled down, with perky 32D boobs that fit her frame without being too big like… well… like most of the BTC. Sam, Mari, and Naimh were flat out top heavy with their big Double-Ds. Zofi’s D-cups were somewhat comic book disproportionate to her otherwise model-slender physique. Alice wasn’t quite as skinny as Zofi, but her D-cups were still seemed overly large for her otherwise athletic frame.

But Belle was a doll, and while her boobs were definitely on the large side, they were just so firm and upright without a trace of sag that it seemed impossible that they weren’t fake. But as soon as she pulled my hands to them and I felt their pliant softness, I knew with a hundred percent certainty that they were indeed all real.

And I devoured them.

Belle moaned and groaned and whimpered my name while I gave her tits a tongue-lashing. I suckled and fondled to my heart’s content. Very clearly, I’m a tits man, and I’d ended up with the most amazing circle of friends in that regard. I made each pink nipple stand up and salute, and I bathed those beauties with love until she couldn’t take it anymore and rolled off me.

“Take my pants off,” Belle husked urgently, grabbing my wrists and directing them downward. “I wanna know what made Holly rave about how you were such a natural at eating pussy.”

With a grin, I eagerly leapt to the task, taking a firm grip on her waistband and jerking hard. I didn’t quite get it right at first, having never taken someone’s pants off before other than my own. The geometry angle of my arms to the direction of travel was a little weird at first, as was the fact that girls have hips, hips that are typically wider than her waist, much like Belle’s hourglass shape. But eventually I figured it out and managed to drag both her pants and panties off together.

Belle was bare-shaven, not a surprise given some of the bikinis she’d worn over the summer. Of the BTC I was pretty sure only Alice, Mari, and Naimh had small landing patches. Unlike Holly’s had been, Belle’s labia were tightly closed, having never been separated by a dick before. But I could see a thin line of moisture secreting through from within, and after separating her thighs to the sides, I took a long lick through her channel from base to top.

“Ohmigawd,” Belle shivered and moaned. “Do that again.”

So I did it again. And again. And again.

Little by little, Belle’s flower petals opened up to me. Once she cracked open a few millimeters, I could even feel the hard nub of her clit near the top. And by flattening my tongue and firming it up, after a while I could even penetrate her pussy a couple of inches by pushing my tongue inside.

Belle announced her first orgasm when her fingers combed through my hair and suddenly yanked none too gently. I had often wondered if Holly overstated by cunnilingus abilities, buttering me up or otherwise attempting to boost my confidence so that I’d fuck her that much better afterwards. But if Belle’s reactions to my oral attentions were sincere, I was two-for-two on the pussy-eating front.

I never asked Belle to teach me. I assumed she knew as little about eating a girl out as I did, even if she had her own box to play with. I pretty much just did the same thing I’d done to Holly, which was to read my lover’s reactions and act accordingly.

Flicking her clit with my tongue over and over again definitely got her going, but just as with Holly after a while the technique became predictable and I had to change it up. I switched to more of a sucking motion, then flatted my tongue and sort of grinded it down against that little nub, and pointed my tongue so I could swirl it around and around the circumference of Belle’s clit.

“Ohmigawd, Matty…” she moaned every so often. “How are you doing this to me?”

“Right there, right there, ohmigawd, right there!” she whimpered a few times when I found a particular rhythm on a particular spot that just flat out worked for her.

And “Holy FUCK, Matty! Ohmi… GAWD! I’m gonna cum! You’re making me cum! Matty’s making me cum! OHHHWWWAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!!!”

She did that one twice.

No two girls react the same, and I already knew my “routine” would not be nearly as consistent as my massage routine. But I definitely wanted to refine and fine-tune this particular routine, because I had so much fun making Belle both scream and cream that I knew I’d want to do it again.

And again and again and again. Maybe the best way to get over this “she’s my little sister” mental block was just to keep going down on each other and making out until she truly became a sexual being to me because it would just be too ridiculous for me to think otherwise. At least, that’s what I had started to think by the time Belle squeaked and screamed her fourth orgasm, after which her legs collapsed flat out to the sides, nearly doing a full split. And as she grunted and gasped for air, she started tugging at my hair while moaning, “Matty… Matty… Come up here… Come up here…”

I sorta figured Belle could stand one more orgasm. After all, she hadn’t rolled over into a fetal position on her side begging, “No more, no more.” So rather than allow myself to be tugged upward, I tried to keep licking at her clit.

But she insisted on yanking and yanking and finally stopped, groaning, “I need you to get up here and fuck me.”

THAT made my eyes pop open wide. “Umm, what?”

“Fuck me, Matty. I want it. I need it.” She held both arms out to me, her hands gesturing urgently for me to come to her.

Annnd the mental block slammed back down. Having sex? With Belle? No way. Going down on her was one thing, but deflowering my little Annabelle? No fucking way. I would NOT be that kind of molester.

“I can’t,” I said dejectedly, pulling back and propping myself up on my elbows.

Her legs closed in to either side of me, and she drummed her heels on the mattress like a toddler throwing a tantrum. “Matty, it’s me.”

“That’s the problem.”

“I want you. I need you.” She started to prop herself up on her elbows, staring at me with an expression of unadulterated lust. “I already told you last night you could have my virginity.”

I sat back on my heels and wiped my soaking wet chin with my forearm. “And I love that you love me enough to trust me with that, but… I mean… are you even protected?”

“You can use a condom.”

“I don’t have any condoms.”

Belle sat up straight and looked agog at me. “What kind of teenaged boy doesn’t have any condoms?”

“The kind of boy who committed himself to the BTC, all of whom swore they’d never have sex with me!”

“We never swore any such thing!”

“Wait, really?”

“MATTY!”

“Okay, okay, getting sidetracked.” I held up my hands and waved them defensively. “But seriously, Belle. We can’t. Not like this.”

“Not like what? In your room? On your bed?”

“No, not that. I… I just can’t.” I rubbed my forehead and winced.

Belle knew the look. By now, she knew it well. It was the look that told her I was locked up because I still thought of her like a little sister, and she held up her index finger and waggled it at me. “Oh, no. Oh, NO. Do NOT tell me we can’t have sex because you see me as your little sister.”

I blushed pink, averted my eyes, and shrugged. “Fine, I won’t tell you.”

“Fucking A, Matty! Am I not beautiful?”

“Of course you are.”

“Am I not fuckable?”

“Of course you are.”

“Do you not stare at this naked body and think of how amazing it would feel to bury that big gorgeous cock of yours all the way up my virgin pussy?”

“Of COURSE I do!” I gazed down at her puffy pink slice of heaven, with glistening rivulets of girlcum trailing down her crack. “But… but…”

“Don’t you DARE fucking say it!”

“I’m not saying it! I’m not saying it!”

“WHY are we still talking about this?!?” Belle screamed at the ceiling, not quite loud enough for her dad to hear next door, but pretty loud. “I want to. You want to. Why is that not good enough?!?”

“I don’t know!”

Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, Belle turned and flopped off my bed like a fish on the deck trying to get back to the water. Eventually she managed to get to her feet and started hunting around for her clothes.

“Belle… I’m sorry…” I whimpered. “I love you. I wish I could get over this block, I really do.”

The L-word caught her attention, and she immediately froze. Blinking fast, she looked over at me and arched an eyebrow. “Do you? Do you really love me?”

My mind racing, I could scarcely hold three thoughts together. But I knew the answer with absolute crystal clarity, so I stated quite seriously, “Yes. I love you. I always have.”

Belle’s eyes narrowed, and she stared up at the ceiling for a moment before sighing and shaking her head. “But you love me as a little sister, right?”

I shrugged helplessly. “You told me not to say the s-word.”

Shaking her head even more vigorously, Belle focused on hopping back into her panties and pants, and then re-clasped her bra around her back, and finally shrugged into her sweater. I had never taken my clothes off in the first place, so I simply sat in the desk chair watching her get dressed without an ounce of arousal.

Once completely clothed, Belle turned to face me and crossed her arms over her chest. Her jaw was set, and her pale green eyes NOW blazed like some kind of evil robot. Even though I was quite literally a foot taller than her, she loomed tall and intimidating over me at this moment. And after pursing her lips and tapping her toe, she finally exhaled and said, “You seemed to be able to get over your mental block both when you were going down on me and I was going down on you. You were even able to get over it when we were just kissing. It seems to me the only time this mental block is able to actually stop you is when you have time to actually think about it. Otherwise, if we can just get straight to the action before you have time to really think about it, we can do just that: get straight to the action before you have time to really think about it.”

I blinked twice, processing all that for a moment. “Uh, yeah. That’s actually exactly what I was thinking right before you asked me to come up and fuck you.”

She pursed her lips again and sighed. “So I sealed my fate when I stopped to tell you I wanted you to come up and fuck me.”

I blinked again. “Uh, something like that.”

“So the solution would seem to be that I should just mount myself on you when you’re not really expecting it. Like… start a blowjob, make sure you’re lying down flat, and then just climb into your lap and impale myself. Sound about right?”

My throat tightened, and I suddenly had trouble swallowing. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

She waved me off dismissively. “Doesn’t matter right now. First things first: I need to get on the pill, then finish my period, and that’ll take like three weeks. Otherwise if I take the time to try and roll a condom onto you, you’re liable to go into vapor lock and start whimpering about how you’re molesting me or some such bullshit.”

I grimaced. “I’m sorry.”

She waved me off again. “Don’t be. It is what it is. I love that you care that much about me, let’s leave it at that. If I think about the rest of it too much I’ll just get more annoyed.”

“Um, sure.”

Taking a deep breath, Belle stretched out her arms and dropped them as she exhaled. Waving at the scattered Magic cards, she muttered, “Sorry about the mess but uh, I need to take a walk to clear my head.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied immediately. “Totally understand.”

Almost mechanically, Belle stepped forward and pulled me down so she could peck my lips, a sibling peck that didn’t set off any alarm bells in my mind. With a curt nod and a tight smile, she turned and walked out the bedroom door. I heard her thump down the stairs, and eventually the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut a moment later reached my ears as well.

I was still bent over on all fours, collecting loose cards when I suddenly felt myself get rolled over. My mouth dropped open in shock as Belle yanked down my track pants and underwear, grabbed at and squeezed my limp dick. She must’ve faked going out the front door. And three seconds later, she shoved every last inch of me into her mouth, although as my rapidly-expanding dick well… elongated… she quickly had plenty of room around which to fit her tiny hands.

Five minutes later, I lay flat across the floor of my bedroom, breathing hard while Belle snuggled up against my right side. Her hand was beneath my shirt as she rubbed my chest, a silly smile on her face as she enjoyed having a belly full of my cum.

“Whaddaya know?” she said mirthfully. “My theory holds.”

****

Where was I? Oh, right.

“Holy crap, B. Mari’ll be here any minute!”

“Then shut up and let me finish!”

Suiting action to her words, Belle wasted no time getting her mouth around my rapidly-expanding erection. My jeans were around my ankles as I sat in her desk chair, one eye watching the beautiful strawberry-blonde kneeling on the floor between my legs bobbing her head up and down in my lap, and the other eye trained out the window and through the blinds in anticipation of Mari’s car parking in the driveway.

It was now Thursday in mid-November, almost two weeks since that fateful Halloween party. Belle and I had driven home from school and gone straight to her bedroom. Mari always joined us on Thursdays to study and do homework together, but she also had to drive her younger cousin home first (they carpooled) before coming over to Belle’s place, which gave Belle and me a narrow window in which to sneak in this latest BJ session.

Belle never asked permission to take my shorts down and start jacking my cock. She knew that if she took the time to ask, I’d hem and haw and go into vapor lock, which was the absolute least arousing thing I could possibly do, for either of us. Instead, she held to her theory that if she could start the hormone rush quickly enough to completely bypass my conscience, we would both get what we wanted. And ever since Sunday, that theory had held.

Belle blew me in-between kids coming to the door to trick-or-treat (Mother and I never decorated our house, but I had always helped pass out candy at hers once I got too old to trick-or-treat myself). It was a good thing her dad had to work late that day.

Belle blew me one night when she told her dad she was going over to my place after dinner but would be back in an hour. After she swallowed everything, she asked me to go down on her, which I was more than happy to do. No mental block there. It was the least I could do after she’d gotten ME off first. She loved it so much that when she gave me a second blowjob, she pulled off and let me spray all over her naked tits.

The next night, Belle came over to my place after dinner again. This time, instead of going straight into a blowjob, she pulled her pants down, spread her legs, and asked me to get her off first. I think it was a test, actually, to see if I’d go into vapor lock and insist I thought of her as my little sister or something. But surprisingly, the mental block never materialized. Going down on her was doing something for her, not for me, so there was no guilt. She definitely seemed quite pleased by this development, and after that, pretty much every time we weren’t under some kind of time constraint, we’d start off with me going down on her first, and by the end of it I’d be so revved up and horny that I was only too eager to let her return the favor, any mental blocks completely nonexistent.

She also started to get even bolder with our encounters. Twice, she pulled me into her bedroom for quickie blowjobs after dinner even though her dad was downstairs. One morning, she blew me in my minivan halfway to school. I sat bolt upright in the driver’s seat, idling on the curb by a neighborhood park, praying fervently that no morning joggers came by before she finished me off. It was a minor miracle I didn’t crash in the first place when she’d reached over and slid her hand into my unzipped jeans.

After that, she asked for a spare key to my house so she could just let herself inside in the morning, unless I wanted to risk more minivan blowjobs en route. I warned HER that Mother would still be home in the mornings, as she usually didn’t go into the office until 10am. Belle conceded the point… and promptly gave me another minivan blowjob the next day.

That very same afternoon, Belle parked me on the couch and blew me as soon as we got to my house after school only minutes before a study session with Alice, Sam, and Zofi. An hour later, Sam wanted a “study break”, turned our makeout session into a handjob session, and expressed surprise at how long it was taking me to blow, even when she took her top off and started titfucking me. Our friends had no idea Belle had already pulled two ejaculations out of me that day, but Alice and Zofi were happy to have the extra time playing with my dick before Zofi did the honors of jacking my eruption all over Sam’s big titties. Zofi even licked up a few globs and fed what she found directly into Sam’s mouth with her tongue. It was just as hot as the first time I'd seen her do it.

And that’s the thing: the rest of the BTC had no idea what Belle and I were doing with each other (“to” each other?) when they weren’t around. They had their own lives to lead, with families that demanded their attention, after school activities to attend, and hobbies to soak up their time. Zofi took dance classes. Sam wanted to be a doctor. Naimh was into arts and crafts. Alice was really into manga, and she and Naimh would get together to do projects for fun, like the one time they wrote a comic book together. Mari had a large extended family and spent a lot of time with her cousins. So long as Belle and I confined our activities to times that none of the BTC were around, nobody had a clue.

Well, Alice noticed that I’d been unusually tired for the past couple of weeks, and asked with sincere concern if I was sick or something. I couldn’t tell her Belle was draining my dick as fast as I could get it up, in-between sessions of the rest of the BTC attempting to drain my dick as fast as I could get it up. Lots of guys (including me) have fantasized about getting off six times a day with a harem of nubile, hot babes who literally line up for him to service them, but even though I was still a freaking virgin, I was absolutely exhausted trying to keep up. At least Belle was the only one I was obligated to satisfy in return (for now). I couldn’t imagine what life would be like if I had to spend all week going down on the other five girls of the BTC in addition to servicing Belle almost every night.

With all that going on, I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised Belle was starting another blowjob on a Thursday afternoon before Mari arrived. At this point, I should be more surprised if there was a window of ten minutes or more and she didn’t start something. But the longer we kept this up, the more likely it was that we’d get caught. And I knew all hell would break loose as soon as we did.

Oh, how right I was.

I just had no idea it would happen the way it did.

Belle popped off my prick and glared up at me. “C’mon, you’re not paying attention.” Pulling her sweater up to her neck, she trapped my dick in the fold of her D-cup cleavage and started humping her chest up and down.

Well that certainly got my attention. This would make only the third time ever that Belle tried to give me a titfuck. But as great as a titfuck is visually, it can’t compete with the feeling of a warm and wet mouth, so after another minute I started looking out the window again.

“C’mon, Matty!” Belle complained. “I don’t want you going soft on me!”

“I’m sorry! I’m not doing this on purpose. The six of you are pulling so much cum out of me it’s a wonder I haven’t died of dehydration.”

“You ARE drinking extra fluids, aren’t you?” she asked while continuing to pump her tits around my cock.

“Yes, yes, of course.”

Pulling me out of her cleavage, Belle ducked down to take another long lick from balls to tip and frowned. “You know what? Just get away from the window. You’re psyching yourself out watching for Mari’s car.”

I whined but let Belle tug me out of her desk chair and put me onto her bed instead. I dropped back onto my elbows, forcing myself to relax and focus on the sight of my beautiful Belle’s face and her small little mouth getting stretched obscenely wide around my thick shaft.

She was right. Not staring out the window worrying about Mari’s car definitely helped me relax. I reached out and caressed her cheek, and actually caressed the bulge my dickhead made as it dented her cheek out from the inside. Belle’s huge, pale green eyes twinkled as she felt the adoration in my gaze. And as she closed them to focus on pumping her entire head up and down my dick, making the shaft disappear and reappear over and over again, I felt the pleasure begin to build.

“Fuuuuck, B,” I groaned. “You’re getting GOOD at that.”

She popped off for a second and grinned at me. “Practice, practice. Someday I’m gonna get the whole thing in my throat.” She promptly tried to swallow as much of me as she could, although she still had a good three inches still to go, room enough for one of her hands to keep twisting around the base.

“I’m happy to let you keep trying. But don’t think I’ll love you any less if you can’t.”

“Mmm-mmph!” she insisted with a mouthful of meat, although I had no idea what words she actually meant to say.

I just patted her head and let her keep going. Mentally, I calculated how much time we would have left: maybe five more minutes at most. I started to visualize the semen boiling in my balls. I imagined the creamy white goo thinning into a slippery fluid as it heated up. I thought about what my jizz might look like pouring up through the narrow tube of my cock, rising rapidly like an out of control mercury thermometer until it exploded volcanically from my protruding upright tower and bathing the insides of Belle’s mouth with my scalding hot white lava.

“Gonna cum, B,” I warned, perhaps two or three minutes later.

To my surprise though, Belle slowed down. Instead of pumping her head quickly, her usual way to make me blow, she stopped at he top, nursed on my mushroom head, and used her hands to stroke my shaft slowly.

“Ungh,” I groaned, feeling the bubbles in my balls settling down. “Don’t tease me.”

She popped off my prick and grinned. “Who’s teasing?”

“You are,” I complained. “Mari’ll be here any minute.”

Giggling, the beautiful strawberry-blonde started bobbing her whole head up and down my dick again, and I felt the boiling bubbles start to return.

But then thirty seconds later, she backed off again.

“C’mon, B! Lemme cum!”

“You will. I promise. Here, lay back flat, close your eyes, and let me please you. If we had time, I’d let you cum all over my tits again.”

“Nngh!” I groaned, my hips jerking at the thought. I really wished we had time, but we didn’t, so I’d have to settle for imagining it, and lay back flat as she suggested while closing my eyes.

Belle didn’t tease me anymore. She bobbed her head, corkscrewed her hands, and jacked me off with a purpose. In less than two minutes, she brought me back up to a boil. And when I started grunting and bucking my hips, moaning, “Gonna cum… Gonna cum…” she held nothing back and stroked me feverishly.

“Eeeyarrrghhh!!!” I groaned, launching my hips off the bed and cramming an extra inch of cock into Belle’s throat. Expecting the sudden thrust, she held onto my thighs and took the impact, swallowing rapidly until I collapsed back down and she could resume using her hands to milk out every last drop.

Despite the suggestion to imagine blowing all over her tits, I found myself visualizing the way each glob of spunk splattered within her tiny mouth and slithered down her throat into her belly. And with the infinitely-pleased grin of a post-ejaculative young man, I sighed, opened my eyes, and reached out to thank her.

And then I froze.

My words died on my lips as I realized we were no longer alone. Mari stood beside the bed, staring down at us with a look of absolute shock. About three seconds later, I jerked backwards and scrambled up to a seated position against the headboard. The motion withdrew my spent dick from Belle’s mouth, leaving her to lick up stray bits of cum from her own lips as she looked up at me with a silly smirk. Only then did I realize that she wasn’t freaking out about Mari’s presence nor was she surprised by my panicked reaction.

Belle confirmed it when she glanced up at her best friend and said in a smart-alecky tone, “Told ya.”

I blinked twice and exclaimed, “You TOLD her?”

Belle shrugged. “We knew we wouldn’t be able to keep this a secret forever. BFFs don’t keep secrets from each other, and I figured I’d rather she hear it from me rather than find out any other way.”

“I didn’t believe it,” Mari breathed quietly, her eyes as big as saucers. She was staring at my semi-limp dick, traces of cum still on it. A moment later, she looked over at her best friend, who had gotten up to sit down on the edge of the bed and was now scraping glob of creamy jizz off her own lips and popping them into her mouth with a look of smug satisfaction.

Goggle-eyed, I asked Mari, “How did you get in? Wasn’t the door locked?”

Mari shook her head. “Belle told me to park down the street and sneak in quietly. She didn’t want you to see me coming.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “Well it worked.”

“I’ll say. And you’ve been doing this for almost two weeks already?”

I nodded.

Mari took a deep breath and fixed Belle with a look. “Sam is gonna be PISSED.”

Belle rolled her eyes. “Fuck her. I’m not apologizing. The rest of you got to mess around with him while I couldn’t do a thing for a LOT longer than two weeks. But I’ll tell her now.”

Mari shook her head. “I still can’t believe you’re giving him blowjobs.”

“You want a turn? I’ll teach you.”

“Uhhh…” Mari’s eyes got big again, an expression of sheer terror spreading across her face.

“Hey, don’t push her,” I cautioned.

“Oooh! Oooh! Better idea!” Belle said enthusiastically as she reached up and grabbed her best friend’s hands. “Lie down on the bed and take your pants off!”

Mari jerked her hands away. “Wait, what?”

“Trust me.” Belle’s eyes sizzled. “You’re gonna LOVE this.”

****

“I’m just saying: I don’t love this,” Sam said with a sigh, pursing her lips and pacing back and forth in front of the TV. It was Friday afternoon, the day after Mari got to third base for the first time, and the whole BTC was at my house.

“Why not?” Belle argued from the seat next to me. “We’re not doing anything with him he hasn’t already done with Holly of all people. And YOU were the one saying we’re not fifteen anymore and we were mature enough to push our boundaries after Mari first gave him a handjob.”

“I know that,” Sam conceded.

“And we’re not gonna stop, no matter what you say,” Belle charged, fire in her eyes. “He was my Matty before he was any of yours, and if one of you tries to keep me from him, I’m taking him home and not giving him back!”

Sam rubbed her forehead and sighed. “Nobody’s suggesting they’ll keep you from him.”

“Then what are we arguing about?”

“Nobody’s even arguing. At this point, you’re the only one yelling and I’m saying, ‘Yeah, I get it. There’s no going back from this.’”

Belle sat up straight, looking confused for a moment. This was all playing out much differently than she had imagined in her mind. “Then… what’s the problem?”

Sam shrugged helplessly. “The problem is that I’m not thrilled we’re moving this far, this fast.”

“Says the girl who’s already given blowjobs and had sex,” Zofi drawled from the 2-cushion loveseat.

“This isn’t about what I have or haven’t done before,” Sam countered. “This is about keeping the BTC in balance when it comes to Matty. We came up with The Rule for a reason.”

Alice chuckled while pacing behind the big couch. “A rule that’s been getting slashed and burned every week it seems.”

Sam rubbed her forehead again. “Exactly my point.”

From the other seat beside me, Naimh pointed out, “Technically we’re not violating anything. Nobody’s dating Matty.”

“That’s not what The Rule means anymore, and you know it,” Alice warned.

Sam spread her hands out. “Yes, the original intent was for nobody to date Matty and therefore take him away from the others. But since then, we all know the actual meaning has shifted quite a bit. At this point, the idea is to keep everyone on a level playing field. To keep everyone ‘in balance’.” Sam provided her own air quotes.

“None of y’all seemed to care when -I- was the only one out of balance,” Belle grumbled.

“Well you certainly caught up in the last two weeks,” Naimh snarked, leaning around me to look at Belle. “How could you do that to us? I could have sucked off that beautiful dick a dozen times by now!”

“Exactly why I didn’t tell you,” Belle shot back. “I needed to have him to myself for a little bit. Give me credit for coming forth and telling you all instead of waiting to get caught. Would you rather I kept it a secret for another month?”

“What’s done is done,” Sam stated loudly, trying to get control of the room again. “And nobody is going to resent Belle for what’s already happened. We get it. I’d probably have done the same if I were in your situation.”

Belle gave Sam a tight smile and a nod.

Sam gestured to the room. “The question is: What do we do about it now?”

“Obviously, blowjobs have been added to the menu,” Naimh said salaciously.

“Eww.” Alice made a face.

“It goes both ways,” Mari pointed out from the armchair. “Eating you out gets added to the menu, too.”

“Oooh.” Alice visibly brightened. “I rather like THAT idea.”

“It was amazing,” Mari continued, visibly enthused. “Soooo much better than any masturbation session. I literally had the greatest orgasms of my entire life!”

“Boooo!” Naimh complained. “Stop rubbing it in our faces.”

“I call ‘next’!” Zofi called enthusiastically.

“Everybody calm down!” Sam shouted, gesturing with outstretched hands.

“But how was it… putting your mouth on him?” Alice asked Mari with a wince. “You didn’t swallow his sperm, did you?”

“Seriously!” Sam yelled, glaring at Alice. The Korean girl shut up. She then continued by glaring at each and everyone else around the room, including me. And after a long, pregnant pause, she finally relaxed and took a deep breath, muttering, “Thank you.”

Sam took to pacing in front of the TV again. Everyone waited her out in silence. Finally, she spoke again.

“As I said, there’s no going back from this. Blowjobs and cunnilingus are apparently on the menu. But we HAVE to draw the line somewhere.”

“Anal?” Naimh offered with a smirk.

“Neevie, not helping,” Sam drawled and rubbed her forehead. “Clearly, The Rule has been a moving target, one that’s moved a LOT since the start of the year, but I do think it’s been doing its job. I get that we’re all want to explore our sexuality, and do so in a way that feels safe and under control. I always knew things would eventually progress. I didn’t expect us to go from over-the-clothes grinding to oral sex in a matter of weeks, but… yeah… that happened. It’s impossible to keep a gorgeous, straight male in a club with six beautiful girls and NOT have fireworks eventually go off. If it weren’t for The Rule, Neevie would have taken his virginity three months ago.”

“Damn straight!” Naimh looked rather peeved.

I arched an eyebrow. “‘Gorgeous’?”

“But…” Sam continued, ignoring me, “we didn’t let her because it wouldn’t be fair to all the other girls who weren’t ready to go that far.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Belle chimed in. “It sounds like you’re saying The Rule is basically a democratic consensus. For example, if we all WERE willing to fuck Matty, we all could?”

Sam shrugged. “I’m not a dictator, even if I’m the one standing up here, and you’re all here of your own free will. But I am doing my best to keep the BTC together. And I AM scared that if we don’t draw the line somewhere BEFORE actual intercourse, the club will break apart.”

Everyone looked at each other, weighing Sam’s words. Alice piped up, asking, “So are we supposed to vote or something?”

“I vote for sex!” Naimh thrust her hand into the air.

Alice shook her head. “I vote for NOT sex. This is already getting out of control.”

Zofi shook her head slowly. “I have to agree with Alice. I like the idea of Matty being my boyfriend and holding my hand around school, but I am NOT ready for sex, let alone blowjobs.” She paused and smiled, “But I really would like to feel what Mari’s raving about him going down on you.”

“Can I vote we postpone the argument about whether or not we can have sex with him until AFTER we’ve sampled the new oral sex stuff on the menu?” Naimh whined. “Do you have ANY idea how long I’ve been waiting to suck him off?”

“A lot less than Belle was waiting, so you can wait five more minutes,” Sam retorted. “Seriously, let everyone have their say.”

Naimh grumped and folded her arms across her chest. I reached out and patted her knee. She responded by sliding her hand onto my thigh, and then almost immediately moving it higher so she could rub my package. Sam noticed and sighed, “Neevie, really?”

“Just let her,” Belle put in. “Maybe this way she’ll finally stop interrupting.”

“I’d stop interrupting if my mouth was full,” Naimh giggled. “Just saying.”

Alice was behind the couch and bopped Naimh lightly on the head.

“Well… whether or not we agree to something,” Mari said thoughtfully. “I mean, even if we all voted ‘yes’ to sex, that does mean we… I mean… we don’t have to have sex with him, right?”

“Relax, the BTC’s not a cult,” Zofi insisted before shooting a look at Sam. “Right?”

“Of course nobody HAS to have sex with him, just like nobody has to give him a blowjob if they don’t want to,” Sam assured everyone. “Free will and all that.”

“Well that means Matty doesn’t HAVE to go down on everyone if HE doesn’t want to, right?” Belle asked with a bit of a smirk.

Sam waved her hands urgently. “Whoa, whoa, let’s not get any crazy ideas here,” she quipped. “If pussy-eating is on the menu, I am DEFINITELY getting in line.”

Everyone laughed at that, but Alice did give me a nervous look. So I went ahead and spoke up for the first time, declaring, “Of course I’d be honored to have the privilege of taking care of all six of you… time-permitting.”

“That sounds like an offer to get started right now,” Naimh husked right in my face, her hand tightening around my package. “Clock is ticking, girls.”

Sam sighed and complained, “We STILL haven’t decided where we’re going to draw the line.” But Naimh ignored her as the Irish beauty climbed into my lap, grabbed my head, and crammed her tongue into my mouth.

“I’m afraid that ship has already sailed,” Belle said consolingly as she got up and walked over to Sam.

Zofi was suddenly beside me and Naimh, taking over Naimh’s old seat, eyes glittering. “You can give him the first blowjob,” she told Naimh. “I’ve been fantasizing about him eating me out forever.”

Naimh was already sliding down to the floor in front of me, her hands tugging at the waistband of my cargo pants. I never wore jeans on Fridays anymore; easier access this way. But while Zofi leaned in to nuzzle her nose against mine and then give me a wet kiss full of her arousal, I started trying to calculate the best geometry for all of this to work.

Belle beat me to it. “You should put him on a bed; easier to have a three-way. Mari and I figured that out yesterday.”

Zofi giggled and started tugging me off the couch by my hands. “C’mon, Matty. Let’s go!”

I let Zofi pull me up to my feet. And still kneeling on the floor, Naimh threw up her hands and whined, “You’re making me wait AGAIN?!?”

****

What followed solidified that day as the greatest day of my young life up until that point, and even now stands in the Top 5 of days that didn’t even have any actual intercourse. For a teenaged virgin boy, you really can’t top licking six different pussies and getting your dick sucked by four different girls (neither Alice nor Zofi was ready for that part yet). Alice actually seemed willing to try it once, but as she approached me, Naimh teased her that it looked like I was about to blow from excitement, and Alice dove away from the bed as if a grenade had exploded. I think Naimh just wanted to get the competition out of the way and seize another opportunity to shove my dick into her throat.

Knowing what was sure to happen in the afternoon, Belle had not gotten me off since yesterday’s little three-way with Mari. She also forbade me from masturbating, not that the idea of handling my own dick appealed when compared to the probability of getting all six girls of the BTC to do it for me. Heck, it had probably been a month since I’d jerked myself off to completion. The girls had been draining me often enough already. And in the end, I came five times in one afternoon.

Naimh swallowed my first load, although it didn’t happen until three of the other girls had also taken a turn blowing my dick. I started flat on my back in bed with my legs spread to the sides so Naimh could rest on the mattress belly-down between them. She stroked my shaft for a few seconds not unlike the many times she’d already done so in the previous weeks, but wasted no more time before giving me a toothy grin and wrapping her plump red lips around my mushroom head and swiftly pushing her face downward, taking in inch after inch of my cock. She stopped at the entrance to her throat, clenched her eyes, and shivered a little.

Did she just have a little orgasm? Just from finally having my dick in her mouth? I wondered to myself. It turned out she was fingering herself at the same time, so perhaps she did.

In any case, I only had a minute or two to admire the gorgeous Irish redhead’s face as she slurped and licked and generally made oral love to my cock, as if her fondest wish was finally coming true. That’s because Zofi was impatient to let ME make oral love to her pussy, and the tall, leggy brunette soon had those long, lithe legs folded to either side of my head as she lowered her bare-shaven pussy down to my lips.

Somewhat surprisingly, Zofi didn’t look remotely nervous, the way Mari had been yesterday the first time my face approached her most intimate place. That set off a lightbulb in the back of my head that this probably wasn’t the first time she was getting her pussy licked, although I was still pretty sure I would be the first male (hopefully?). Given the way she’d already been kissing Sam, I had to assume the two gorgeous girls had been playing around with each other for some time, although the way she had licked up my semen from Sam’s boobs made me wonder.

The point is: I didn’t hesitate to grab Zofi’s thighs, yank her down onto my face, and simply devour her. I’d taken things slowly with Mari, gently working her into each sensation by taking a long lick and then pausing to let her absorb the brand new sensations. With Zofi, I went from zero to sixty in two seconds, munching and sucking and driving her up the proverbial wall intent on getting her off before one of the other BTC girls got impatient and started whining about getting a turn.

From the sounds of her mewling whimpers and choked-off moans, it seemed that I had a pretty good chance of achieving that goal. Zofi’s ecstatic expressions were a marvel to behold, and I took the time to really admire her classically Eastern European facial structure and piercing blue eyes. She really could be a model if she wanted to, although high-fashion was probably out of the question because of her big D-cup boobs.

Speaking of those big boobs, while Zofi was completely bottomless to sit on my face, she still wore all of her clothes on top. I couldn’t see her luscious melons while eating her, but settled for sliding my hands underneath her sweater, across her somewhat bony ribcage, and pushed her bra out of the way so I could palm her tits. In hindsight, this was a highly unusual move for me. I’d never actually held Zofi’s naked breasts before! And I was supposed to wait for the girl to grab my hand and bring it to her boob or otherwise give me explicit permission before initiating the next level of physical contact.

But I’d sort of gotten into the habit with the others by now. Belle was more than happy to let me manhandle her tits whenever we got busy, and even once when I lost my head for a second and forgot to think "she's like my little sister". We were making dinner before her dad came home when I snuck up behind her and just started fondling away. She squealed in surprise, then -I- realized just what I was doing and immediately felt a wave of guilt hit me. But Belle promptly grabbed my hands, put them back on her breasts, and started a makeout session that ended with her swallowing a fresh load of cum while I braced myself against the kitchen counter. Sam and Naimh were happy for me to play with their big titties during our makeout and handjob sessions each and every time. And Mari seemed to love my stimulation of her massive mammaries even more than I did, especially while I’d been going down on her yesterday. So it was purely out of habit that I reached up through Zofi’s sweater and started fondling away.

She gasped at the unexpected touch and immediately clamped her hands on top of mine. But rather than pull my palms away, she bit her lip, groaned, and mashed my fingers around her boobs even tighter. I put my thumbs to use tweaking her hard little nipples, curled my other fingers around the curvature of her breasts, and continued caressing them on autopilot while putting the rest of my focus into munching.

It took less than five minutes before she was bucking and writhing on top of my face, and I tasted her sweet essence pouring out onto my tongue. She whimpered and squeaked rather cutely, her hips shuddering for another minute before she finally went still and hung her head down between her shoulder blades, panting for oxygen. She may have collapsed entirely if not for the way I still held her up by her boobs. When I finally pulled my hands out of her sweater, she smiled, dismounted, and knelt beside me to say sweetly, “Thank you, Matty. That was SOOOO good.”

She finished by giving me a kiss, one that started off as a soft peck but quickly turned into more. Zofi actually started licking my face, obviously turned on by the taste of her own girlcum, and a minute later we were full-on making out. But then Alice got impatient and started shaking Zofi’s shoulder, complaining, “My turn! My turn!”

Zofi finally broke our kiss and grinned. “We have to do that again… and soon!” But she finally backed away.

Meanwhile, I had actually missed the first time Sam sucked my dick. Hell, I’d missed Naimh handing me off to Sam, who then handed me off to Belle, who then handed me off to Mari, and finally came back to Sam. The girls were still messing around having fun with the idea of sucking my dick and in no hurry to get me off. So it wasn’t like I was getting intense lightning bolts of pleasure shooting up into my brain that would have distracted me from getting Zofi off. But now that Zofi was out of the way, when I looked down the length of my body and saw a blonde head bobbing in my lap instead of a redhead, I jerked a little in surprise.

Sam looked up at me, grinned, and crammed her head down as far as she could go. She couldn’t quite deep-throat me, but she got within a couple of inches of the base. Wrapping her hand around the remaining portion, she pulled off, checked the level, and turned to Naimh, saying, “Ha! Beat that!”

“You’re on, bitch,” Naimh growled with electric green eyes and a wide smile. The next thing I knew, the redhead was back between my legs sinking her face down as far as she could go.

And then Alice’s pussy was suddenly blocking my vision. “Hey there. Remember me?”

I blinked twice and grinned up at my long-time friend. “Sorry. Got a little distracted there.”

Alice shrugged like it was no big deal, and for a second it looked like she was going to offer me a fist bump as a peace offering. But after starting to lower her pussy down toward my mouth, she suddenly froze and backed up a bit. “Is this as weird for you as it is for me?” she asked nervously.

I gave her a sincere look and replied, “Not weird, just the next step in our friendship. We’ll ALWAYS be friends, even if you do happen to have boobs.”

Alice chuckled. It was the exact same sentence I gave her when we were in fifth grade and she started growing puffies. She was worried I’d stop being her friend like so many of the other boys, but I’d reassured her otherwise. “This is gonna be awesome, isn’t it?” she asked with an excited tremor, as if she were at the top of a bungee jump bridge all buckled in at the edge of the precipice.

So I pushed her off, metaphorically speaking, by raising my head to close the gap between us and taking a long, wet lick along her pussy from base to clit.

Yes, it was awesome.

After Alice screamed like a banshee and thrashed all over the place hard enough that I had to hold onto her hips just to keep her from bucking off my face, I was starting to reach my ejaculatory limit. Naimh had me back in her mouth, and once she realized she had my full and undivided attention, she sat up, cupped her big freckled titties in her hands, and waggled them for my enjoyment. “Wanna fuck these again?”

“Oh, hell yeah.”

By now, the girls were well aware of my penchant for titfucks. In a world where blowjobs had still been off the menu, titfucks beat hand jobs by a long ways. I certainly got more excited whenever she, Sam, or Mari would wrap up my hot dog in the middle of their Double-D buns (or Belle’s somewhat smaller 32Ds) and just go to town. Physically, it wasn’t as stimulating as one of Belle’s blowjobs. But mentally, it made for an amazing view. The chesty redhead wrapped her big melons around my shaft and started humping away. But the angle was wrong, and she had to pull me to the edge of the mattress so that my legs dangled and she could get to her knees instead of lying belly-down on the mattress. And then she was able to really get going.

Sam crawled forward and started kissing my belly. Belle crawled over and started kissing my face. Mari got on the other side of me, took off her top, and started feeding me a nipple as soon as Belle got out of the way. And Zofi sidled up behind Naimh, doing… something… I couldn’t really tell from my vantage point. But whatever she was doing, Naimh closed her eyes and started whimpering even while continuing to pump her tits around my cock.

Alice was half-conked out and delirious somewhere behind me.

By the time Belle and Sam started licking my nipples, Naimh crammed me back into her mouth and started pounding my dick with her face, trying to make me blast down her throat for the very first time. Her head moved faster than I would have thought humanly possible, pistoning like a race car cylinder until I groaned, clenched my abs, and fought to stave off the impending eruption.

“Neevie!” I warned, breaking my mouth away from Mari’s boobs and tightening my hands in the hair of both Belle and Sam who were still hovering over my chest licking and sucking away.

Naimh felt the first thrust of my hips and backed off, lest she choke. Instead she rapidly jacked my cock with her right hand, squeezing and tugging while sucking powerfully on the head. And three seconds later, she finally got what she’d always wanted:

My thick cum spraying straight into the back of her mouth.

And that was only my first ejaculation of the day.

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Author's note: If anyone really can't wait, the VIP Folder has my rough drafts out to Chapter 10.