The Big Tits Club Pt. 02 Ch. 31

The Big Tits Club Pt. 02 Ch. 31 by bluedragonauthor

by bluedragon

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— CHAPTER 31: Going Through the Motions —

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

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

The sound of a girl’s anguish woke me up FAST, and my eyes flew open so I could stare down the length of my body to find out what had just happened.

Isabela dry-retched twice and thumped her chest with her right fist while sounding for all the world like a sick cat trying to hurl out a hairball. Her eyes were bugged-out and her tongue waggled in the air just like Jabba the Hutt did when getting strangled to death at the beginning of The Return of the Jedi.

Not exactly the sexiest image to come to mind, you understand. Although admittedly, Leia was effing hot in that gold bikini. But I digress…

Meanwhile, Belle sat up behind the busty brunette, stroking her new friend’s back and then thumping it lightly with the heel of her hand.

“Holy shit,” Isabela finally croaked after a minute of hacking. A glob of snot leaked from her right nostril, and she wiped at both the snot and the tear tracks running down both cheeks. “That did NOT go the way I expected it to.”

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” Belle soothed. “Happens to everyone the first time.”

“You okay?” I asked with obvious concern.

“I’ll be alright. Belle warned me to watch for the recoil, but shit.” Isabela sharply inhaled, trying to suck up another snot ball, while reaching for the tissue box on the nightstand. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose, twice, before sighing, “I was thinking to myself, ‘No problem. I got this.’ And then BAM. Thought I was gonna die there for a second.”

“Like I said: happens to everyone the first time,” Belle chuckled.

“Seriously, you okay?” I repeated to Isabela.

“My ego is wounded more than anything else. I’ll be fine,” she assured me, grabbing a few more tissues and blowing her nose. “Sorry for ruining the mood.”

“You haven’t ruined anything,” I assured her, beckoning to her with both arms to come in for a hug. “C’mere.”

But Isabela didn’t seem to be interested in a hug. She wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, and then gave me a grim look of determination. She ducked her head back down, slurped my still-hard shaft into her mouth, and then visibly swallowed to shove more and more of my thickness into her throat. As usual, she got stuck with about two inches to go, but the sultry Latina gathered herself for a moment and then forced herself the rest of the way down to seal her lips around my very base.

I groaned and smiled. Despite Isabela’s concerns about ruining the mood, it’s difficult for any guy to be in a bad mood when a gorgeous girl has his entire dick in her throat. And I reached down to caress her cheek with a look of warm gratitude for sharing such an intimate part of herself with me.

But Isabela didn’t smile up at me around a mouthful of meat. Rather… she sorta smirked at me, as if the deep-throat accomplishment was far more important to her than giving me pleasure. To be fair, she was well within her rights to feel great about that accomplishment. And yet I couldn’t help but feel… well… not in the right mood.

Isabela then popped off my prick, looking quite proud of herself for recovering so quickly. But my wet prick remained in the open air for only a moment before Belle ducked her head down, swiftly swallowing my schlong as far as she could. My sweet “little sister” of course had never been able to drop down the entire way in a single plunge, and she paused for a moment halfway in to catch her breath and gather herself for the final descent.

But her second attempt didn’t quite reach the summit. Well, perhaps “summit” wasn’t the correct word for it. Apex? No. Zenith? No. Something else with an “n”? Nadir, right?

With a sigh, I castigated myself for getting distracted by playing word games with myself while my beautiful Annabelle was trying to give me a blowjob. But like I said: I wasn’t in the right mood. Everything about this morning just felt… off. And when Belle kept getting stuck with about an inch to go, I could literally feel her frustration feeding mine.

At that point, I wished we could just call off the attempts at deep-throating my dick as if successful completion of the act itself was more important than the three of us finding pleasure together. But before I could suggest that we move beyond making such attempts and coax one of the girls to come climb onto my face while the other one mounted my prick, Belle dropped her head back down around my dick and once again got hung up with about an inch to go.

I watched my Baby Belle’s nostrils flare as she tried to suck in a bit of oxygen past the big blockage compressing her trachea. But rather than try to force her way down again, she instead reached up to tap the back of her own head twice.

I blinked in surprise at the realization that Belle wanted me to push her head down. I’d set my hand atop her head many times while she was giving me blowjobs, and she often reacted to my gentle pressure as if my hand outmassed Sam’s Escalade. But there was no way I was going to try and physically force her head down around my dick if her throat wasn’t cooperating this morning.

As it turned out, I didn’t need to. Isabela reacted before I did, planting a hand atop Belle’s head and then literally pushing it downward, spearing Belle’s skull that extra inch further until my pint-sized pixie’s puffy lips “tagged” the very base of my cock.

And then Isabela let go.

And then Belle popped back up, thankfully looking none the worse for wear. Even more, my impish little fae was beaming with pride and raised her right hand for a high-five while squealing, “WOOO!”

“You go girl!” Isabela crowed with her, clapping her hand against Belle’s.

Admittedly, their enthusiasm was infectious. The two girls were clearly having a good time together, and even if I didn’t feel like either of them was particularly interested in bringing me pleasure, I was content to see them having fun.

We mercifully moved past the deep-throat attempts and the girls literally ro-sham-bo’d to see which end of me they’d get first. Belle “won” and wanted to get my dick in her tight teenage twat, but she wasn’t wet enough yet, so Isabela toppled the sexy strawberry-blonde onto her back and started delivering some Grade-A cunnilingus. After only two minutes, my Baby Belle’s baby box was warmed-up enough to start. She swung a leg over my lap, spread her own labia with her fingers while Isabela held my dick erect, and then slowly settled down around my schlong. Immediately after that, Isabela matter-of-factly settled herself down on my face. And immediately after that, I heard the sounds of the two bodacious babes moaning in heat as they kissed and fondled and humped themselves up-and-down their respective ends of my body.

Just a routine Tuesday morning.

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By any reasonable measure, Belle, Isabela, and I had a great threesome to start off our morning. Everybody came. Matty’s Little Cumslut got her creampie. And Isabela even came again while my horny “little sister” ate her out.

It’s just that the whole thing felt a little… mechanical.

Devoid of any real intimacy.

‘Just sex’ was something I’d once made the mistake of thinking I’d experienced with Eva and had the rotten judgement to say out loud. In hindsight, I realized that what we’d shared had merely been confusing thanks to Eva’s conflicted emotions. This though? This was the real deal. There wasn’t an ounce of conflict to be found in Isabela. The orgasms were her lone objective and I doubted she’d have any qualms with my calling what we shared, ‘Just sex’. And I wasn’t sure I’d really enjoyed it.

Well, obviously, pounding away at Isabela’s tight pussy while motorboating my face in her marvelous melons and then making out with my Baby Belle and moaning into her mouth while I slammed forward a final time and basted the bodaciously busty brunette beneath me’s baby box with blast after blast of baby batter had felt… nice. I mean, I really had no grounds for complaint.

And yet…

I mean…

It was just that the whole thing just felt like… like I’d been going through the motions.

I’d pumped for the sake of pumping. I’d performed my duty for the girls in the house because it was expected of me as “The BTC’s boyfriend”: nothing more, nothing less. I was a living dildo that existed solely to provide the girls with pleasure. And I was very good at my job.

But I took no pride in doing my job this time. I was just going through the motions. For now, at least, I was just passing time — trying to stagger to the finish line. I was tired — really tired. I was tired of school. Tired of girl-drama. Tired of my life. And what in the holy hell… Was I actually tired of sex?

It had been a week since Lily walked out. Thanksgiving was in two more days. And all I wanted to do was make it to the holiday in one piece.

After we were done, the three of us got up and got dressed. Blessed as I was with a Y-chromosome, I finished first and headed downstairs while Belle and Isabela went to freshen up in the upstairs bathroom.

Unfortunately, Sam was no longer in the kitchen making brekkie. Given that neither Belle, Isabela, nor I had an early class on Tuesday mornings, we’d all slept in late, and I’d missed my ex-Head Girlfriend’s departure from the house. But it wasn’t the first time I’d done so, and I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be the last. So I simply went straight to the dining table and sat down to join the girls who were still within the walls.

“Dia duit, Matty,” my Irish Head Girlfriend greeted me warmly.

“Maidin mhaith, Neevie,” I greeted her in kind, leaning over to give her a quick peck on the lips. She cradled my cheek and then caressed it with her fingertips when I pulled away, smiling a smile that told me her world was all the brighter now that we were together again.

And I wondered right then and there why I hadn’t spent the night with her instead.

The answer to my question sat right beside her. If Isabela was visiting, that meant that Luna was visiting as well. The comely brunette with the kind eyes behind delicate glasses smiled up at me, but there was no way I was going to try giving her a good morning kiss. Luna had made it clear that she was only interested in girls and would never share my bed. So whenever Isabela came to visit to get filled up with my thick manmeat, Luna was more than happy to keep my gorgeous redhead company, and that was perfectly fine by me. Naimh very much enjoyed Luna’s company, and anyone who helped make the ladies in my life a little happier without making any further demands of my already stretched-thin bandwidth was A-OK in my book. And when I greeted Luna politely, she greeted me politely in reply.