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THE BIG TITS CLUB by bluedragon
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— CHAPTER 47: Tight-Ass Slut —
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Sam felt much better after taking a shower. Belle and I were seated on my bed, having spent the time speculating on the reasons why Sam would have (A) withdrawn her admission to Stanford and (B) been able to get admitted to Berkeley. We couldn’t figure out how the mechanics of that would work out, since the whole point of an Early Decision application meant that as soon as you found out you were admitted, you had to withdraw your applications to every other school.
So of course, that was the first thing we asked Sam after she emerged from the bathroom.
“Oh, well…” Sam shrugged while wearing nothing but a towel around her midsection, a towel that did a poor job of concealing her massive cleavage. Belle had actually asked the question since I was busy ogling the gorgeous blonde. And Sam finally answered by explaining, “I didn’t apply for Early Decision. I applied for Restrictive Early Action. It means I didn’t have to withdraw my other applications and can still accept Cal Berkeley admission. The paperwork is in my truck.”
“Oh…” Belle looked at me. “Why did we think she did Early Decision?”
“Uhhh… That’s what Zofi told me months ago,” I explained before turning back to Sam. “She said you were expecting her to get an apartment with you.”
“C’est la vie.” Sam shrugged. “Are those for me?” she pointed at the t-shirt and gym shorts I’d left on the bed.
“Uh, yeah,” I explained. “None of Belle’s stuff in my closet will fit you.”
“It’s alright. It’ll work for one night.” With that, Sam tossed the towel onto the bed, leaving her gloriously naked. My jaw dropped at the sudden sight of her spectacular nude body, Aphrodite come to life. This wasn’t a sexy moment and I knew she was in emotional turmoil. But still… you know… tits.
Sam noticed my gaze and allowed herself a small smile. But she quickly put on the shirt and gym shorts, which hung loose at her trim waist even with the elastic waistband, but were stretched tight across her ass and gave her quite a camel toe. “Tomorrow I’ll go back home and pack myself a suitcase or two. That is, if you really meant it when you said I could stay a while.”
I managed to pick my jaw up off the floor long enough to say, “Uh, yeah. Totally. As long as you need.”
Sam’s eyes were wary as she glanced over at Belle. “I really don’t mean to crash your night with him, B. I’ll talk to Beverly when she gets home. I’m sure she won’t mind me moving into the guest room for a while.”
“I don’t mind you crashing OR sharing Matty’s bed.” Belle shrugged like it was no big deal. “But can we ask what’s making you move out in the first place? Something about your parents not understanding. I mean, I can totally get the urge to walk out and spend the night at a friend’s house after an argument. But do you really intend to pack a suitcase and move in here for a while?”
Sam shook her head and scowled. “I’m not going to rehash the same argument over and over with them. Dad threatened to not pay my tuition if I didn’t go to Stanford. I told him Cal offered me a full ride and I don’t need his money or his connections. Mum’s a little more understanding, but not enough to defend me against him. So to hell with both of them, I say.”
Sam pursed her lips and tucked her left leg beneath her as she sat down on the foot of the bed, her right foot still on the floor. This put her in profile to me, and my attention was drawn to the way her big tits pushed out the front of my t-shirt with her erect nipples making conical dents in the cotton, although I tried to remind myself this wasn’t a time for ogling and that I should focus on Sam’s emotional needs right now.
“My dad was convinced this whole lawyer thing was just a phase,” Sam muttered rather dispiritedly. “Everything had already been laid out for me at Stanford. He’s got friends in the School of Medicine who talked to friends to make sure I would get the best classes and the best teachers and everything. Both of my older siblings went through the same program, so our family is kinda treated like royalty there, you know? All of that just really rubbed me the wrong way. I’m already struggling with self-esteem issues, worrying about whether or not I really measure up. The LAST thing I want is any doubt that the grades I receive or the classes I get placed into are because I truly earned them and aren’t given to me because of my family’s connections.”
“But you don’t have to declare a major at Stanford,” Belle pointed out. “You could’ve still taken all the pre-law coursework you wanted and just bypassed all your father’s pre-med hookups.”
Sam shook her head. “I don’t know if that would be better or worse. My parents are still known at the school. Their connections could still pull weight. And to be perfectly honest, once I compared the coursework offered and what I know of both schools, I realized I sacrifice nothing by going to Cal instead of Stanford, ankara escort bayan AND I get out from under my parents’ thumb.”
Belle smiled. “And you get to go to school with both me and Matty.”
Sam blushed and looked down into her lap. “Yes… the thought had occurred.”
“Especially Matty.”
Sam’s blush deepened, and she closed her eyes for a moment. Taking a deep breath, she picked her head up and looked intently straight at Belle. VERY intently. “Tell me you don’t want me in the way and I’ll shred the Cal acceptance letter,” she stated quite sincerely. “I won’t go back to Stanford, but I can still go to UCLA or something.”
“What? Why would you say that?” Belle chirped.
Sam remained steadfast. “Just tell me the truth. If you don’t want me in the way, I won’t get in your way.”
“What? No. I’d LOVE for you to come with us. I told Matty that like fifteen minutes ago. Matty, tell her!”
Sam glanced at me for confirmation, and I nodded. “She said you’ve become her best friend outside of Mari, that she feels like you understand what she’s going through with her complicated feelings for me, and that she can talk to you about anything and you’ll know what to do.”
Sam looked genuinely touched. “Really?”
Belle crawled forward across the bed and grabbed both of Sam’s hands in her own. “Really. I am THRILLED that you’re coming with us.”
“I thought you were the happiest girl in the world at the idea of going off to Berkeley alone with him.”
“Why does everybody keep saying that?!” Belle squealed in exasperation. “What I’m so thrilled about is that I get to go to college with HIM. The idea of Matty going to USC or Cornell terrified the HELL out of me.”
Sam gave her a skeptical look. “You just told Matty you felt like you could talk to me about anything, and you’ve already told me this part. I know you’ve dreamed about going off to school somewhere together WITHOUT the rest of the BTC so he could be yours and only yours.”
Belle sighed. “The selfish bitch inside me feels that, yes. The horny voyeur wishes all six of us would go, and then I even told Matty my little fantasy about forming a new BTC harem so he could plow the shit out of a bunch of new big-titted tight-assed sluts so I could slurp creampies out of them. But the reality is that I really would love for you to come to Berkeley with us.”
Belle suddenly perked up, and she added. “And hey, if you’re coming to Berkeley with us, maybe you can finally become his official girlfriend and I can stop worrying about some other greedy bitch taking him away from me.”
Sam blushed pink again. “I’m NOT becoming his girlfriend.”
“Ehhh semantics.” Belle waggled her head and her right hand at the same time. “The point is: the two of us would do a lot better job keeping him satisfied and loyal than just me trying to do it by myself. I really WILL need a horny big-titted tight-assed slut for me to slurp out creampies to get through the next four years, and I’d be quite happy for that to be you.”
Sam blushed again and started laughing. She glanced at me and jerked a thumb at Belle. “I mean, I’ve seen her get like this when we’re all naked and in the middle of an orgy, but we’re all fully dressed and nothing’s going on at the moment.”
I shrugged. “She’s Matty’s Little Cumslut and she’s on a roll tonight.”
“Matty’s Little Cumslut needs to taste a cream filling,” Belle moaned, rubbing her thighs together and panting softly. “Please, Master? Can Matty’s Little Cumslut suck Master’s dick, feed it into this big-titted tight-assed slut next to us, and then suck out Master’s creampie?”
I blinked in surprise and looked back to find Sam looking at me as well. “Is she referring to herself in third-person?”
Sam giggled. “I think she’s been paying attention to Holly.”
I chuckled. “I think that makes you ‘Big-Titted Tight-Ass Slut’ then.”
Sam screwed up her face. “Kind of a long mouthful.”
“Master has a ‘long mouthful’ for Tight-Ass Slut if she’d like,” Belle chimed in.
Both Sam and I started cracking up. Belle’s pale green eyes glittered, and she started crawling toward me, clearly with sex on the brain. But I held my hands up to slow her down. “Whoa, whoa. Sam just got here and she’s clearly had a bad night.”
“All the more reason for Master and Matty’s Little Cumslut to take Tight-Ass Slut’s mind off her troubles, doesn’t Master think?” Belle asked with mock innocence.
“Tight-Arse Slut agrees with Matty’s Little Cumslut,” Sam laughed as she pulled my t-shirt off and started jiggling her big boobies, her Aussie accent quite alluring as she pronounced “ass” as “ahss”.
Belle grinned at me and licked her lips. “Now we REALLY need to get Holly back to complete the Slut trifecta. Can Master imagine Tight-Ass Slut and Personal Slut in a sixty-nine while Master pounds himself into them waiting for Matty’s Little Cumslut to suck out Master’s creampie? Hmm, Master?”
I held my hands up. “Master is perfectly happy to ankara bayan escort have Matty’s Little Cumslut and, uh, Tight-Ass Slut together. Master doesn’t need to make this a foursome.”
Belle turned and briefly kissed Sam before working her way down the platinum blonde’s chest and slurping a pink nipple into her mouth. “Does Tight-Ass Slut want to suck Master’s dick first?”
Sam thought about that a moment before shaking her head in the negative. “Matty’s Little Cumslut can do that first. Tight-Arse Slut wants to park her tight arse on Master’s face.”
And so she did.
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“Ah, Samantha. I thought I heard you screaming your pretty little head off last night,” Mother said warmly as my two bed partners and I arrived downstairs for breakfast. “So nice to see you on a Monday morning.”
“Good morning, Beverly,” Sam replied just as warmly. “I’m glad you feel that way, and I hope you won’t mind if I impose on your hospitality for a little bit longer.”
Mother looked puzzled at first, but she caught on fast once Sam started explaining her situation. As expected, she was more than willing to let Sam stay for as long as she wished, and even remarked cheerfully, “If you marry Matthew you can stay forever!”
She was joking.
I think.
She also took Sam upstairs to her room to get a few clean articles of clothing. Sam had dressed this morning in the same shirt, jeans, and underwear she’d worn during her impromptu trip to my house last night. She returned wearing the same jeans, but had picked up one of Mother’s camisoles and a new button-down shirt, along with a stylish jacket over the top. I didn’t really want to think too hard and wonder if she’d borrowed Mother’s underwear as well.
Now some of you may be wondering how Sam could fit into Mother’s shirts (or underwear) given Sam’s rather prodigious 36DD bosom and boner-inducing hips. I’ve gone out of my way to not describe Mother’s figure because… well… she’s my mother and I don’t ever want to think of her that way. So let’s just say Mother’s rack would qualify for BTC membership and leave it at that.
Cue the Oedipus complex jokes.
In any case, we all headed off to school with Sam driving her own SUV. We had a fairly routine day, if by routine you mean Alice dragging me out to the parking lot for a quick BJ and VJ session. In the afternoon, Naimh came over for “Neevie Monday” and proceeded to fuck my brains out. Twice. Sometime after round 2 we heard the sounds of someone walking down the hallway outside the door and discovered Sam bringing in three suitcases worth of gear into the guest bedroom, one of which was full of her books and things.
Naimh got horny again while Sam protested that she had to unpack and organize her things. The redhead convinced the blonde that there would be time to unpack later, so that’s how I ended up blowing a big load into Sam’s penis garage from behind and then pulled out so a sixty-nining Naimh could lick up everything that dripped out.
Mother came home early, to check on Sam I must assume. A part of me felt annoyed that I couldn’t recall a single instance when Mother had ever come home early to check on MY well-being, but the greater part of me figured that ship had sailed a long time ago and if the attention made Sam feel better, I was all for it.
I didn’t really want to leave Sam, so I asked Belle to bring her dad over to my place for dinner. The five of us had a nice meal together, and even stayed at the dining table having a pleasant conversation for close to an hour after the plates had all been cleared away. But then Belle and her dad returned home, Sam went up to the guest room to catch up on studying. And even at 11pm when I went to go check on her, she sat at the folding table we’d set up for her as a makeshift desk, studying who knows what because I knew her homework was already done.
She thanked me for caring enough to look in on her, and I returned to my bedroom alone. With no idea how long this situation would last or what it might take for Sam to reconcile with her family, I had a hard time falling asleep. But in the end, one thing gave me a blissful sense of peace, and with that one thing in mind, I found the solace I needed to drift off.
Sam had mailed in her Cal Berkeley paperwork today.
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A stray beam of sunlight woke me up. The curtains had been shut, but there was a half-inch of space between them, and at this very time on this very date, the sun’s rays came through at just the right angle to hit me right in the eyes.
The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against her back, covered only by a thin layer of cotton. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the large bare breast I was currently palming beneath her nightie. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge sincan escort bayanlar of the bed. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into her panty-covered ass. And breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her platinum-blonde hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.
I had no idea when Sam had come to join me in my bed. She could’ve arrived immediately after I’d fallen asleep or slipped in less than an hour ago. I didn’t know and didn’t really care. All that mattered was that she was here now. I briefly checked the clock to make sure we had time before school on a Tuesday morning, and then I set to work gently stroking her body, titillating her senses, and teasing her flower petals open.
The last time I’d done this, she’d still been slick from the load I’d dumped in her the night before. I had no such lubrication to count on this morning, so I spent extra time dipping my finger into her honeypot and gently tickling her budding clit. I forced myself to be patient so as not to wake her and really worked her up to it, so by the time I was ready for entry, I could feel on my fingers just how absolutely soaked she was.
“Holy SHIT,” Sam gasped as she abruptly awoke, astonished to find herself suddenly filled with a thick column of man meat.
“Good morning,” I murmured from just above her right cheek, still on my knees as my surprise insertion twisted her a bit so that our two bodies formed a narrow X-shape. I flexed my dick inside her for emphasis.
“Oh, fuck that’s a great way to wake up,” she groaned, already curling her abs to undulate her body like a belly dancer even though she was on her side, automatically taking up the rhythm of pumping her pussy along the length of my shaft.
Bending forward, I kissed her with fervent passion while she wrapped her arm around my neck and held me close. I squeezed first one breast and then the other with my right hand before sliding it down her torso to begin strumming her clit.
Sam’s first orgasm came fast, primed as she was from my deliberate teasing while she’d still been unconscious. After that, she rolled onto her belly with her legs together, forming an exquisitely tight tunnel of love that didn’t let me get as deep but really worked the shallow part of her vagina.
After screaming out her second orgasm (seriously, the girl couldn’t be quiet if her life depended on it), Sam had me pull out and re-enter her missionary style, hooking her ankles around my calves and pulling us close together chest-to-chest. And she made love to my mouth with her mouth while putting her milkmaid muscles to work to finally draw out my ejaculation.
One, two, three times I pumped, each time blasting more and more of my liquid love deep within the very center of her essence. She clinched me to her bosom, howling her joy into my ear, until I finally ran out of juice and collapsed straight on top of her.
“Mmm, that really IS a great way to wake up,” Sam crooned into my ear, holding me close. “We should do it more often.”
“We can do it as often as you like.”
“That a promise?”
“Well, you’ll have to sleep in my arms more often.”
Sam gave me a serene smile. “I think I can live with that.”
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“Ah, Samantha. Sounded like you had quite a pleasurable morning,” Mother greeted warmly as my bed partner and I arrived downstairs for breakfast.
Still holding my hand, Sam held her head up proudly and grinned. “Your son is spoiling me. I’m afraid I’m going to get used to this.”
“See that you do,” Mother replied and actually winked at me.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and tried not to think too hard about that comment. I let go of Sam’s hand and went to start eating.
Sam actually rode with me and Belle in the minivan to school. She usually had extracurriculars on Tuesdays and would have therefore needed her own ride home, but said she needed a break from the grind and could afford to skip for once. She wasn’t the only one: lots of seniors started blowing off extracurriculars once their college acceptance letters came in.
Alice was waiting for us at the parking lot and came over as soon as we stepped onto the curb. She held up a fist for Sam and greeted, “‘Sup, girlie. You’re looking particularly rosy and relaxed this morning. Shacking up with Matty seems to suit you. Shoulda done it a long time ago.”
Sam blushed and returned Alice’s bump. “It’s a big house. Plenty of room if you wanna move in too.”
The Korean girl snorted and shook her head. “I prefer to go home and sleep in my own bed after getting fabulous orgasms. Santa Cruz showed me that cuddling’s not really my jam. This afternoon, on the other hand…” Alice’s eyes twinkled and she stared at Sam rather hungrily.
Sam paused from walking and gave Alice a questioning look.
Alice nodded back toward the parking lot. “You rolled up in the minivan, so I’m assuming you’re going home with him after school. I’m working on my own personal checklist to slurp a creampie out of each of the BTC during a private threesome. I already got Zofi a while back, Belle a week ago, and Neevie last Tuesday.”
Belle blushed and returned Alice’s fist bump.
Sam definitely looked interested, but she still confirmed, “You don’t mind? It’s ‘Alice Tuesday’.”
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