The Big Tits Club: Chapter 55

-- CHAPTER 55: The Truth --

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“So who talks first? You talk first? I talk first?”

No, I didn’t actually say that. I mean, I thought it, especially given how long Mr. Zelazowski and Mrs. Zelazowska continued to stare at me without speaking. The awkward silence dragged on and on, and finally I steeled my spine and decided to take the initiative.

“Respectfully, I care a great deal about your daughter,” I stated evenly. “We have a special relationship, but admittedly it is not an exclusive one.”

Zofi’s mom scowled, Zofi’s dad looked thoughtful, but neither of them immediately responded. Neither did Zofi for that matter, who sat beside me holding my hand. I took a deep breath, squeezed my girlfriend’s hand, and continued.

“I do apologize for deceiving you. It’s not that we wanted to lie to you, but both Zofi and I understand that our relationship is not a conventional one readily accepted by most parents. We did tell you from the beginning that we were pretty casual, and that we might very well end up going to universities across the country from each other. That part turned out to be true, and given the temporary nature of the relationship, it seemed safer to remain silent, enjoy what time we had left, and ultimately part as friends.”

“Is your relationship with this other girl equally casual?” Zofi’s mom asked acidly. “Or is she your true girlfriend and my Zofi your… what is word… Your ‘side piece’?”

“Matka,” Zofi exclaimed, a little scandalized. “Neevie is my friend, you know this.”

“Will she be going to Berkeley with him?”

“Well… yes…” Zofi admitted. “But that’s not the point.”

“Are his feelings for her stronger than his feelings for you? Has your relationship always been a sham? Are you even having sex with him or was that just a lie to cover your sinful cravings for other women?”

“Matka!” Zofi exclaimed again before pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes. “You know full well we’ve been having sex. You’ve done my laundry and seen the cum stains, haven’t you?”

Zofi’s dad muttered something in Polish, squeezed his eyes shut, and rubbed his forehead.

Zofi’s mom continued, “When you share him with Neevie, are you having sex with her as well?”

Zofi’s dad pushed his forehead deeper into his hand.

Zofi didn’t immediately answer, and her mother pressed forward. “Zofia, are you having sex with other girls?”

Zofi squeezed my hand and raised her chin proudly. “Yes, I am bisexual, Mama. Making love with Matty brings me incredible joy, but I enjoy sex with women as well.”

Her mom’s eyes went wide. Perhaps she was so used to Zofi’s denials that to have her daughter just proudly admit it shocked the hell out of her. Her mouth gaped open and flapped like a fish out of water for a moment, but she quickly found her voice and asked, “Have you been sexing with Sam all this time?”

Zofi sighed and nodded. “Yes, Mama.”

“Sam was here this afternoon when I came home. Did you have sex with her today?”

Zofi’s shoulders sank a little. “Yes, Mama.”

“While Matt was with this other whore?”

“Ohmigawd, she’s not a whore. She’s my friend.”

“Another girlfriend you have sex with? Huh?”

“Matka.”

“You were NOT sharing Matt with Neevie this afternoon. You were alone, in this house, having sex with Sam, yes? For how long have you and Sam been lovers?”

“I’m not getting into that.”

“Are you homosexual?”

Zofi looked away, tears in her eyes as she started shaking her head.

Zofi’s dad chimed in, “I think it is clear she is not homosexual if she is having sex with a man.”

“She is having sex with one man and two women. This is more homosexual than not, no?”

“That’s not how it works, Zuzanna,” Zofi’s dad muttered.

Zofi’s mom narrowed her eyes as she scrutinized Zofi. “Who do you love more, Matt or Sam?”

Lips pursed together, Zofi continued shaking her head and avoiding eye contact.

“Threesome I understand,” her mom continued. “Men enjoy watching two women having sex. Your father has watched pornography of this.”

“Zuzanna!” Zofi’s dad suddenly flared his hands out, shocked disbelief on his face.

“But you know I have worried about you for many years. You have always tried to deny me. You tell me for months you have boyfriend but I never see boyfriend. Then you bring Matt home and you make me think everything is okay. But now I find he is not real boyfriend.”

“He IS my real boyfriend,” Zofi protested.

“Do you love him?” her mom repeated.

“YES! I LOVE HIM! I will ALWAYS love him! I wanna have BABIES with him!”

That rocked her mom’s head back. Her dad blinked a few times and started darting his gaze left and right between his wife seated next to him and his daughter across the coffee table.

Her mom suddenly stared at me. “This is true?”

My mouth gaped open for a moment at suddenly being put on the spot after so much back and forth between Zofi and her mom. I’d arrived worried about how to explain having more than one girlfriend, but the conversation had rapidly shifted to Zofi’s sexuality instead. But my inaction lasted only a moment, and I sat up straight to reply steadily, “Yes, it’s true. I mean, she’s still on birth control and we have NOT discussed having babies anytime soon, but yes we have discussed it.”

“Do you love her as well?”

“I do.”

Zofi’s mom stared me down, eyes piercing in their intensity as if she could ferret out a lie through sheer willful power. I held her gaze, confident in the truth, and repeated, “I love Zofi.”

My girlfriend squeezed my hand harder.

“We’ve been friends for years,” I continued. “She was my first kiss back during sophomore year.”

That information surprised her. “Really?”

I nodded. “It’s the truth. Our relationship has grown so much over the years, and she’s an important part of my life.”

“Important enough to raise a family with her?” Her mom furrowed her eyebrows as she stared at Zofi. “Someday you will still give me grandchildren?”

Zofi sat up straight. “Is THAT what this is about? You’re afraid that if I’m lesbian I won’t give you grandchildren?”

“No, no,” her mom denied, but at the same time, I could tell there was some measure of relief in her shoulders that her daughter might someday procreate. “Homosexuality is a sin. This is the problem.”

Zofi sighed and shook her head. “Then I am a homosexual, Mama.”

“What?”

“I love women. I love Sam. She is my friend and she does not love me in the same way I love her, but I love Sam. I love her more than Matty. I’m gay. I’m lesbian. I’m homosexual. This is who I am.”

Shock ran freely across her mom’s face. The older woman gawked at us with a gaping mouth, looking back and forth between her daughter and me. A moment later, she gestured at us vehemently with both hands, barking, “You are NOT homosexual! Homosexual does not have sex with man!”

“This is what -I- said,” Zofi’s dad chimed in.

“I don’t want to marry Matty. I don’t ever want to marry a man. And I don’t ever want to have sex with another man besides Matty,” Zofi stated quite seriously. “I’m sorry. I did try to deceive you. In the beginning, I did ask Matty to pretend to be my boyfriend to get you off my back.”

“So he is NOT real boyfriend!”

“He IS,” Zofi insisted. “That was just in the beginning, but our relationship grew into so much more. I do enjoy making love with him because I love HIM. He has been my partner and my friend in discovering who I really AM. And when the time comes, I told him I would ask his help for me to give you those grandchildren you want. But I’m a lesbian, Mama. When I close my eyes and imagine my family, I imagine another woman next to me. When I fantasize about endless physical pleasure, I don’t fantasize about dicks. I fantasize about other girls, about their supple curves and soft, feminine touch. Matty gives me pleasure, but he’s the only boyfriend I’m ever gonna have. I love women, and someday I intend to marry one.”

Zofi’s mom closed her eyes and held up a finger. “Get out.”

“Zuzanna!” her dad exclaimed in surprise, and my jaw dropped, but Zofi didn’t make a sound.

Instead, Zofi simply closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if expecting this outcome. If anything, she looked rather relieved. The truth was out there. She didn’t have to hold it inside. She didn’t even have to hide behind a shield of being bisexual, even though at least from my perspective it certainly seemed more accurate than her being a complete lesbian.

But even if she continued to have sex with me, “being lesbian” was how Zofi felt deep inside. To finally have that state of being on the outside obviously meant everything to her, and I reached out with both arms and hugged her fiercely to my chest with her head tucked into the crook of my neck.

“Get out,” her mom repeated, voice cold as ice. “I do not want this sinful… slut… in my house.”

Only then did the tears start. Zofi broke down in quick shudders while I wrapped my arms around her head and glared at Mrs. Zelazowska. “With all due respect, ma’am… You do NOT get to call your daughter a slut.”

“It is none of your business!” she shot back.

“She’s the future mother of my children, which absolutely makes Zofi’s happiness my business.”

“What is this fairy tale you speak? If she is lesbian, then you do not have real relationship. If she wants children, would you marry her? Would she be your one and only?”

I sighed. “No, I wouldn’t marry her.”

“A-HA!” She shook her fist in my face.

“But that doesn’t mean I don’t love her. I’ve been thinking a lot about love lately, not least because it’s clear that I have such strong feelings for more than one young woman. But one thing I know with absolute certainty is that I love your daughter.” I squeezed Zofi tighter in my arms. “This beautiful creature… this beautiful soul… shared an incredibly important piece of herself with me. The very first time we ever made love, as I held her in my arms she trusted me to be the very first person she ever came out to. And when she asked me to father her children someday, the thought of her returning to me and assuming such a permanent role in my life was more than I could have ever hoped for.”

I turned and looked over at Zofi’s dad for a moment, explaining somewhat regretfully, “But while Zofi would make a loving, selfless companion, she could never give me the all-consuming love that I believe we both deserve. She loves women. That’s deep in her heart. So the answer is no, I wouldn’t marry her. I wouldn’t claim her as my own. She deserves better than me, and frankly, I deserve better than her. Not because either of us is unworthy, and certainly not for lack of love. But we both deserve a partner who loves us fully. I owe it to her, I owe it to myself, and I owe it to our unborn children to help her build the happiest, most loving family she’s capable of. And for that… she needs another woman.”

“This is lesbian! This is sin!”

“This is who she is!” I insisted. “This is your daughter!”

“She is NOT my daughter anymore!”

“Zuzanna…” her husband tried to say calmly.

“MATKA!” Zofi exclaimed before breaking into sobs again, adding much more quietly. “Mama…”

“GET! OUT!” Her mom’s voice was much louder now.

“Please be reasonable,” I began.

“GET! OOOOUUUUTTTT!!!”

After closing my eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, I nodded my acquiescence and helped Zofi stand up. She sobbed and clutched me close. Zofi’s dad stood with me, and Zofi’s mom barked something in rapid Polish. But he snapped something back and walked with us to the front door.

“I will talk with her,” he promised in the hallway.

“Thank you,” I replied with a nod.

“Please believe… the problem is not you, Zofi. She loves you. The problem is deep inside her… My, oh, my…” He paused to rub his forehead and sighed. “I have let it stay bottled up inside for too long.”

Zofi wasn’t listening. She just kept crying and clutching me.

But Zofi’s dad reached out and stopped our forward progress for a moment by taking her arm. When she turned her head and looked at him with bleary eyes, he bent forward and kissed her forehead. And finally he stated seriously, “I will make this right.”

Zofi started crying again and didn’t verbally respond. But she reached out with her hand and squeezed his forearm.

He turned his attention to me, ordering, “Take care of her.”

“Of course. I promise.”

He gave me a short, appreciative nod. And then he turned and walked away.

****

It was a late Saturday afternoon and my family room was once again filled with girls. But sex was the absolute LAST thing on our minds, the entire BTC instead focused on rallying around one of their own.

Sam was supposed to spend the weekend at her parents’ house, but she was waiting at my place for us to return. I also called Naimh, who of course would want to know what had happened after I got dressed and left her to head over to Zofi’s house. She said she’d call Alice and Holly, and I called Belle who called Mari, and within thirty minutes all seven girls had assembled at my place.

First off, Zofi would be spending the night with Sam in Sam’s bedroom, meaning the one here in my house and not at Sam’s parents’ house. Zofi’s dad had promised to talk to his wife, so the hope was that this would not be the kind of lengthy stay that Sam had just gone through. Still, if this threatened to last into next week, the girls would make a run to Zofi’s house to pack up some of her belongings.

After that, the rest of the conversation turned to Zofi’s formal admission of being a lesbian. Zofi realized that while she’d privately told a few of us that she was gay, “I never actually announced it to the whole group.”

“Uh, we knew,” Naimh chided with a smile.

“And you did announce it at Prom,” Mari chimed in. “You told Antonio you were proud of being a lesbian.”

“I did?” Zofi looked confused.

Holly laughed. “Yes, you did.”

After that, everyone went out of their way to support Zofi and let her know the admission didn’t change a thing about their friendships. Well, Holly teased that since she didn’t seem to have much of a shot at becoming my favorite, maybe she should change her aim and focus on becoming Zofi’s favorite instead.

At least I think Holly was only teasing.

But after that, the balance of the conversation turned into a different matter entirely.

“Zofi’s parents know you’re dating more than one of us now,” Mari wondered aloud. “How much time until the rest find out?”

Naimh looked over at Sam. “Are Zofi’s parents close with yours? I mean, you two have been friends forever. Would Zofi’s mam call your mam?”

Sam shrugged. “Mum knows Matty and I aren’t exclusive. Rachael tried to tease me that she’d blackmail me with the information, but I’ve been open with Mum the whole time. If Zofi’s mum calls her, she’ll be like, ‘Yeah, I know.’”

I made a face. “Zofi’s mom doesn’t know I’m with Sam, though. She thinks I’m just double-dating Zofi and Neevie.”

“Ah, shite,” Naimh swore. She stood up and paced away, muttering half to herself, “She’s gonna call me mam. Don' know why tha’ dinna ‘cur me ‘fore.”

Mari looked over at Zofi. “Do your parents have everyone’s phone numbers?”

Zofi frowned. “I know for sure they have Sam’s and Neevie’s. I don’t know if they have the rest.”

“Does it really matter?” I sat up straight. “We have to start with the assumption all your parents are going to find out. We probably should’ve planned for this eventuality from the beginning.”

“My mom won’t care at least,” Alice chimed in. “Well, she’ll care, but I made clear to her Matty and I are just fucking, not dating.”

“My parents won’t care either,” Holly added. “They got their own shit to worry about.”

“My dad already knows everything,” Belle confirmed. “I told him the group was sharing him. Really, it’s just Neevie’s parents and Mari’s parents we gotta worry about.”

“My dad hates him already,” Naimh observed. “This won’t make him hate Matty more. Actually, he might even like it.”

“Like it?” Belle looked confused.

Naimh laughed. “Well, if Matty’s dating seven of us, then he’s less of a threat to steal Daddy’s baby bird forever, right?”

“I suppose that’s one way to look at it,” Sam drawled.

“What about your parents?” Belle set her hand on Mari’s knee.

“I don’t know. I mean, I know they like Matty, enough to have agreed to the Mari Monday Nights thing. I think my mom is finally wrapping her head around the idea of me going to Caltech and becoming an independent woman instead of marrying young and popping out babies. Not sure what she’s gonna think of this. I mean, I’ve heard her cursing about the unfaithful cholos my cousins have dated. It’s not like Matty is cheating on me but… my parents might not see it that way.”

“Maybe we should go talk to them tomorrow and come clean,” I suggested. “Better they find out from us than from other parents.”

Mari looked glum. “What if they forbid me from ever seeing you again?”

I blinked and looked upstairs. “Well, worst thing they could do is kick you out, right? I apparently have lots of room in the house. And it’s only for a few more months.”

Mari chuckled.

“Maybe your parents, too,” I told Naimh. “I’d rather tell your dad myself than have him find out from anyone else.”

“Maybe come over for dinner tonight?” she suggested. “Even if Zofi’s mam has called them by now, at least they won’t think you ran and hid.”

I nodded and took a deep breath, mentally bracing myself for seeing Naimh’s parents again.

“Are we really doing this?” Sam asked. “Coming out and admitting to all our parents that we’re all dating the same guy? I mean, it’s one thing for me to tell my mum that Matty and I aren’t exclusive. It’s quite another thing to tell her he’s fucking ALL of us.”

“At least your dad won’t think I’m gay anymore.”

Sam snorted at that.

One-by-one, I met each of my girlfriends in the eye. Even the ones whose parents already knew or wouldn’t care like Belle, Alice, and Holly realized this could potentially be a game changer for all of us. But one-by-one, each of them gave me an affirmative nod.

Sam and I met each other’s eyes, and together we nodded. And with one last deep breath, I measured everyone and said, “Okay let’s do this.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed, and then she smiled rather broadly. Looking around the whole group, she perked up and said, “I have an idea.”

****

In the evening, I stood in front of the toilet brushing my teeth. Two minutes later, Belle and I moved around each other with practiced ease, me going to rinse my mouth while she stepped to the side rubbing on facewash. When I was done rinsing, I wordlessly stepped aside while she cleaned off her face. And when we were both done, we climbed into bed together and she laid her head on my chest while cuddling herself around me in a firm hug.

I glanced down at my cuddle partner, finding her looking up at me invitingly with her pale green eyes. I took that invitation and bent down to kiss her. She reached her hands up to hold my head, elevating herself a little higher while increasing the pressure of her lips. Eventually she wound up straddling me, her tongue darting into my mouth over and again like an osprey hunting for fish. And when she felt my cock harden up beneath her perky little ass, she pulled back far enough to whip her nightie over her head and bare her perky firm titties to my hungry gaze.

Two minutes later, her eyelids fluttered as she sank her super-tight pussy down around my upright pole. Belle and I moved upon each other with practiced ease, wordlessly undulating and writhing together in a familiar rhythm. She planted her hands on my shoulders, closed her eyes, and gritted her teeth as she rode herself upon my cock, masturbating herself with my heated organic dildo until she cried out her first climax. I didn’t mind being used, absorbed as I was in suckling on her cherry nipples and running my fingertips back and forth through the cleft of her ass.

After that, it was my turn, and I rolled us over so I could thrust away from on top. “Ungh, ungh, ungh,” Belle groaned every time my cockhead hit that little bump at the end, setting off little sparkles in her brain. “You’re such a perfect fit.”

“So you keep telling me,” I grunted without letting my pace abate, keeping the rhythm and concentrating on hitting that spot she loved so much every time.

“Fuuuuck, Matty…” the petite strawberry-blonde moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum again. I’m gonna cum, Matty. Uuuuunnnnggghhhh!”

My pint-sized pixie dug her fingernails into my shoulders as she shuddered and spasmed from the force of her orgasm. Her chest thrust into my belly as her back arched, her cunt clamping down so tight around my cock that I just had to hold myself within her vise-grip and endure the way her milkmaid muscles went crazy around me. She writhed and wriggled, so adorably cute in the way she came. I grinned to see the ecstasy on her face, ecstasy caused by me. And when she finally went slack beneath me and let her arms flop out to the sides, I bent down to kiss the top of her head.

“In or out?”

With a grin, she crooned, “Out.”

I nodded, put my forehead down on the pillow, and concentrated on piledriving my dick through her ultra-snug snatch. She wrapped all four limbs around me, holding on for dear life while I gave her a royal pounding. It took this long to stretch her out wide enough to let me really ram her, and I enjoyed every second of it. It was my turn to masturbate myself with my lover’s little body, but still she moaned and screeched with ecstatic pleasure of her own until she actually beat me to orgasm by cumming again.

This time though, her super-tight twat didn’t quite clamp down enough to stop me from moving. I could still keep pumping, plundering her snug pussy while feeling incredible friction. She howled in my ear, “Fuuuuck, Matty! Fuuuuck!”

And I howled right back, “ARRRRRRGHHHHH!!!” as I felt my balls uncoil and ready themselves to explode. She was still cumming when I yanked my dick out and took a big step forward. Her mouth gaped open in a scream that I abruptly cut off when I crammed my cockhead in-between her lips. Her eyes popped open wide when the first jet of semen splattered against the roof of her mouth, but she grabbed onto my ass and pulled me forward, Matty’s Little Cumslut coming alive at the taste of my sperm. And she moaned rapturously while drinking down every last drop.

“Holy crap, B…” I groaned, grinning at the sight of such a cute little creature nursing at my prick as if my jizz really was most delicious thing she’d ever tasted. “Such a good little cumslut.”

Her eyes twinkled as she slurped out the dregs, and only when she couldn’t get anything left did she finally back her head away and let me turn to flop down beside her.

I was still catching my breath when Belle crawled back onto my chest. Except for the fact that we were now naked and she was daintily licking her lips up for remnants of cum, we were back in our original positions from before we’d started fucking.

“Feel better now?” she asked brightly.

“Much.”

“I can tell. You’re far less tense than you were when we first crawled into bed.”

I frowned. “I wasn’t THAT tense.”

She rubbed my pectorals. “These don’t lie. Your muscles are still a little firmed up right now from the exertion of fucking, but they were even more firmed up before this and you’d barely done anything more than brush your teeth.”

I sighed. “I guess I’m still not a hundred percent sure how this is all gonna shake out.”

“If tonight was any indication, it’ll shake out just fine.”

I blinked. “You and I have different definitions of ‘just fine’. Tonight went the way it went because all eight of us showed up at once. Neevie’s dad didn’t know what hit him and he had no way of processing the sight of all that… boobage.”

“Boobage?” Belle laughed.

“Too much boobage for one man to handle,” I remarked.

Belle rubbed my belly. “Not too much for THIS man to handle.”

“Too much boobage for even ME to properly handle. I’m barely getting by as it is.”

“Poor Matty. Having to service seven hot and horny babes trying to maximize the time they have left. In a few more months, it’ll just be you, me, Sam, and Neevie. You think managing two girlfriends and a ‘little sister’ will be an easier amount of boobage to handle?”

“Can’t be any worse.”

“Don’t jinx yourself.” Belle laughed. “But back to tonight, you really don’t think things are going to work out just fine?”

I sighed. “Like I said: All eight of us overwhelmed Neevie’s dad. He was all geared up to blow his lid when he first saw me--”

“I still can’t believe Zofi’s mom actually called Neevie’s parents to tattle,” Belle interjected.

“Well both Neevie and Zofi thought that was likely, so it wasn’t a complete surprise. The point is: he was ready to blow his lid but then kept his temper in check in front of all of you. That won’t be the case the next time he sees me and Neevie alone.”

Belle shrugged. “So never go see him alone. You may never have to go over to her place for dinner again, so if the only place he sees you is in public – like at graduation – having other people around will keep his temper in check.”

“I suppose. But he still hates me.”

“He hated you before and he hates you now. That’s a net neutral.”

“But Mari’s parents actually like me.” I screwed up my face. “I’m not sure if Sam’s little idea is the best approach for tomorrow.”

“They’re gonna have to get used to the idea that you’re not exclusive to their little girl.”

“Maybe. But showing up with all seven girls seems more… overwhelming. Too much boobage. It may have worked for defusing Neevie’s dad, but I don’t think that’s the right approach for Mari’s parents.”

“Are you suggesting maybe it would be better if it was just you and Mari?”

“Actually, if you don’t mind, I was thinking it might be best if you came with us. Her parents know you’re best friends, and there’s a certain logic in the two of you sharing me. We can lead with that and see how they take it before expanding our admission to the whole club.”

“I suppose that makes sense.”

I nodded. “I’ll talk it over with both Sam and Mari tomorrow.”

Belle nodded, and she reached up to caress my cheek. But just before her hand touched my skin, she abruptly burped a loud <BRAAAP!>. It even smelled like cum.

Pale green eyes big, she blushed and covered her mouth. A moment later, she exhaled onto her palm and sniffed it. With a smirk, she started sliding off the bed and drawled, “I think I’m gonna go brush my teeth again.”

****

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

“Mmph!” somebody grunted, and as I sat up, I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into a girl’s throat. She gagged a little and briefly pulled her head off. Continuing to pump her left hand up and down the length of my shaft, she took a deep breath and took my mushroom head back between her lips, kissing it and licking the sensitive underside instead of trying to bob her head back and forth.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the dark brunette head in my lap. Zofi looked up at me, her brilliant blue eyes piercing in their gaze as she recognized I’d awakened. And she stopped to smile around a mouthful of meat while continuing to pump my shaft with her left hand.

“Well THIS is a nice surprise,” I murmured quietly, glancing to my left to check on Belle. My little pixie was still asleep, hugging my left arm like it was her teddy bear, so I couldn’t really move.

Zofi grinned and took another long popsicle lick at my schlong. She pulled off briefly to say, “Sam warned me you tend to buck upwards when you wake up. I almost choked, but I think if I practice that a few more times I’ll get it down.”

I blinked a few times and murmured, “Happy to let you practice whenever you want.”

“Me, not so much. But I think once you’re living with those three… I mean, I wonder sometimes if Sam won’t start slipping you her special pills every day.”

Despite the two of us keeping our voices down, Belle took a deep breath in and started to stir. Perhaps my left arm had shifted too much, or she realized my chest was no longer pressed snuggly against her back. Whatever the reason, while Zofi and I both went dead silent waiting to see if she’d fall still once more, she wound up rolling back and blinking slowly as she realized we weren’t alone in my bedroom.

“Mmm, morning, Zofi,” Belle greeted sleepily before her eyes dropped down to my erection still in the brunette’s left hand. “Don’t stop on my account. I’m just gonna snuggle up here a bit more while you blow him.”

Zofi grinned, shrugged, and bent her head back down. Meanwhile, Belle indeed snuggled herself up against my left side, this time pillowing her head on my chest.

But Belle didn’t try to go back to sleep. Instead, she just sort of lazily ran her hand all along my chest and sighed happily while cuddling herself against my warmth. Zofi continued sucking my dick for about a minute longer before sitting up and stripping off her borrowed nightie. The outfit had been designed to accommodate Sam’s massive bosom and came off easily. Then Zofi slithered out of her panties and climbed aboard.

The lissome brunette cooed happily while sinking her sweet snatch around my schlong. She bent over to kiss me, our tongues meeting in a ballet of passion, and after a minute or so, she pulled back to say, “This is rather convenient. Maybe my mom kicking me out of the house will turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to me. Certainly worked for Sam.”

Her tone was light, but there was an underlying tension that belied Zofi’s words. I stroked her cheek and said, “I’m happy to enjoy this morning, but I sincerely hope we get you back home by tonight.”

Zofi gave me a wan smile and shrugged, perhaps convincing herself she’d be fine either way. “Well like you said: let’s enjoy this morning.” And then she kissed me again.

Belle started to really wake up while Zofi went for a ride, and she rolled back to divest herself of her nightie and panties as well. I’d reached up to play with Zofi’s tits and thumb her nipples, but when Belle returned to us she moved my left hand out of the way, cupped Zofi’s breast with both of her palms, and moved in to suckle on a nipple. The willowy brunette moaned and cradled Belle’s head to her bosom while squeezing her inner muscles around my shaft. Belle then switched over to service the other boob. And finally, the strawberry-blonde pixie nibbled her way up Zofi’s chest, held her friend’s head behind both ears, and they came together for a sweetly passionate kiss.

A minute later, though, Belle threw one leg over my face and scooted back before lowering her succulent snatch down onto my waiting tongue. She was facing away from me and waggling her perfect little peach of an ass in my face. I grinned, grabbed onto her thighs, and proceeded to give her a tongue lashing she wouldn’t soon forget.

I couldn’t see a thing in this position, but I listened to the moans and wet smacking sounds of the girls making love to each other. I thought about what Zofi had told her mom about not fantasizing about dicks, and for a brief moment I felt guilty for all the times we’d had sex without another girl around, as if each of those occasions was solely for my benefit. Then again, I reassured myself with her comment about finding the situation convenient while choosing to mount herself on my dick, so she had to feel something pleasurable in me at least.

Still, I figured the way Zofi aggressively fucked herself on my upright fuckstick had quite a lot to do with Belle’s supple curves and soft, feminine touch. I could hear her moan into Belle’s mouth between kisses, and when I reached my hands higher to play with Belle’s tits, I found Zofi’s hands had beaten me there. And in the end, Zofi squealed her climax first.

After that, Belle wanted to go for a ride as well. The girls switched places, my impish pixie groaning gutturally while she immersed my thick prick into her tight twat. Entry was super-tight, as always, but we were practiced enough at this that she was able to stretch and accommodate my thickness with relative ease.

But Zofi didn’t come sit on my face, choosing instead to straddle my legs just behind Belle and continue their wet kisses while reaching around to fondle the diminutive girl’s undulating body and rub her little clit. And together we worked to bring the strawberry-blonde pixie off.

It didn’t take long. Within two minutes, Belle’s eyes were clenched shut and her head thrown back while Zofi sucked on her neck like a vampire, right hand squeezing a firm titty and left hand going crazy in Belle’s crotch. I held my Annabelle’s hips in my hands, pumping rapidly, and soon my pixie started whining, “Ohmigawd… Ohmigawd… So good you guys… I’m gonna… Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiii!”

Belle’s tightness clamped down on me, arresting further insertion. I gasped and clenched my Kegels to keep from cumming, riding out the waves. While I was sure neither girl would’ve minded had I given Belle an internal combustion and therefore given them good reason to snowball a creampie, I wanted to hold off and save it for Zofi.

Not that Matty’s Little Cumslut would mind slurping out a creampie.

With the idea of finishing inside of Zofi while she crooned for me to imagine fertilizing her unprotected womb, I sat up and encouraged Zofi to come lie down next to me. But she smiled and shook her head in the negative, instead planting herself on all fours, pulling all of her long dark hair over to one side of her head, and looked back at me in the other direction while waggling her naked ass invitingly.

Not one to question my good fortune, I lifted Belle’s worn body off me and stood at the foot of the bed. Zofi scooted back for me and went still as I grasped her hips and centered my cock. And then she cooed rapturously while I swiftly buried myself within her velvet loveliness. The exquisite brunette gasped at the speed of my entrance, and she looked back over her shoulder at me before murmuring, “I want you to fuck me, Matty. Hard.”

I blinked and gave her a look of surprise. Lovemaking with Zofi was usually soft and tender. A morning like this one, with her facing an uncertain parental situation, made me want to protect her even more. “Are you sure?” I asked, hesitating.

“I want you to pound me like you do to Neevie. Hurt me.”

I blinked a few more times, and all of a sudden, that building urge to cum had completely vanished. “Um, I’m not really sure I can do that.”

“Matty, please?”

I couldn’t do it. It didn’t make sense to me. Not my Zofi. I mean, I’d fucked her pretty hard before, especially once I got really revved up. But we’d built up slowly to that, naturally, as our passion swelled and ejaculation became imminent. The morning after I took her virginity she asked to feel me hammering the hell out of her just to know what it felt like, and I’d been happy to comply. But… “I could never hurt you, mój skarbie,” I finally said.

She didn’t look disappointed. If anything, she seemed quite happy with my response, as if I’d confirmed something she’d already known all along. With that, she bent her head down, swayed forward until only my cockhead remained within her tightness, and then rapidly rammed herself back at me.

I groaned and squeezed her hips a little tighter.

And then she did it again.

And again.

And again.

Zofi fucked ME this morning. I mean, the more I got into it, the more I started thrusting forward to meet her. But the bulk of the power came from her, hammering herself back at me over and over again as she bunched up the bedsheets and poured her energy into it.

“Holy crap, Zofi…” I groaned. “So good… you feel so fucking good.”

“Like that?” she crooned. “Like my tight, wet, lesbian pussy wrapped around your dick? Feel me fucking you. Feel me pleasuring you. I love you so much. Now take me. TAKE me, darling! Fuck me! Yes, that’s it! Fuck me! Harder! HARDER! HARDER!”

“Holy shit, Zofi…” I groaned as the pleasure built.

“Fuck me, Matty! Fuckme, fuckme, fuckme!!! So good! So deep! Fuck, Matty, FUCK! Harder-harder-harder-ohmi-GAWWWWWWWDDDDD!!!”

Zofi’s forearms abruptly buckled and she collapsed forward. Without really thinking about it, the more she kept talking, the more I’d started pounding her the way I did to Neevie. My right foot was up atop the mattress now for increased leverage, and I was ramming my pelvis against her comparatively bony butt with extreme prejudice. She whimpered and squealed under my assault. And then out of nowhere, Belle was suddenly beside us with her hand underneath Zofi’s belly, rubbing furiously at Zofi’s clit.

The brunette started writhing and twisting as if to get away from the new sensation, although of course she never went far and in fact always returned back when she felt herself getting too far away. Belle lay down next to her, parking her face beside Zofi’s, until the brunette crawled directly atop the pint-sized pixie and started a brand new makeout session. Their arms went around each other, clutching and squeezing while I kept pounding away at Zofi’s clenching cunt from behind. She came at least twice that way, her arousal amplified by Belle’s abrupt arrival. And her second climax came when Belle reached around and started spanking Zofi’s ass in a way I could never bring myself to do while I’d stopped to rest.

Eventually though, Zofi found her voice again and picked her head up. “Cum in me, Matty. Fill me with your fertile sperm! Cream me with your manly seed and claim me forever as your own! Fill me, Matty! Fill me with the only sperm that will EVER be inside me! Do you hear me? Fill me and claim me! FLOOD MY WOMB WITH YOUR LIQUID LOVE AND GIVE ME A FUCKING BAAAAABBBBBBBYYYYY!!!! I’M CUMMMMIIIIIINNNNGGG! FILLLLL MEEEEE MAAAAATTTTYYYYY!!!!”

“I’M FILLING YOU!!!!” I howled, slamming myself into her and opening the floodgates. Her ass was reddened from both Belle’s spanking and my hammering pelvic impacts, and I pinched down hard with my fingers, pinning her body as close to mine as it would possibly go while I evacuated every drop of spunk I’d stored overnight into her orgasmically-sucking snatch.

“FILLLLL MEEEEE!!!” she screamed again, Belle sucking on her neck all the while. “IMPREGNATE MEEEEE!!! FILLLLL MEEEEE!!!”

I filled her.

And then I collapsed.

And all went silent.

At least until Belle, pinned below both of us, started tapping my shoulder as she wheezed, “Can’t… breathe…”

“Oh, shit,” I muttered, rolling off of Zofi’s sweaty back. Zofi herself shifted with me so that we wound up spooned together, although I’d pulled my softening prick out of her flooded channel.

Belle chuckled between gasps for air. “Holy crap that was a trip. I mean, Mari told me you had a fantasy about getting knocked up, but it was even crazier to hear up-close and personal. Please tell me you’re on birth control, though.”

“Yes,” a new voice cut in from the doorway. All three of us whipped our heads around to stare at Mother standing two feet inside my bedroom, with Sam just behind her holding Mother back by hand to keep her from entering even further. “PLEASE tell me you’re on birth control.”

Zofi blushed and stammered, still a little in shock, “Uh, yes, birth control, yes.”

“It’s just a fantasy, we promise,” I added hurriedly.

Mother rolled her eyes and huffed. She glared at me for a full minute with a ‘Don’t you EVER fucking give me a heart attack like this ever again’ look on her face. But finally she sighed, turned, and walked away.

****

Sam and Zofi were on the couch talking when Belle, Mari, and I returned after lunch with Mari’s parents. Sam was instantly on the edge of her seat, asking, “You guys are early. How’d it go?”

“No sweat,” Belle replied with mixed relief and annoyance. “Matty’s totally in the clear about this. Mari, on the other hand, didn’t quite come out so unscathed.”

“What does that mean?” Zofi frowned, confused.

“I don’t think I like Mari’s mom,” I muttered, my right arm wrapped around Mari’s waist, holding her close as we walked in together. Her eyes were still red from recent crying.

Zofi and Sam exchanged a look, and now both of them sat forward on the edge of their seats. Belle folded her arms and dropped heavily onto the armchair. I led Mari over the loveseat.

Belle explained, “The whole bit about Matty dating both of us was a complete non-issue. We showed up looking to come clean, and when Mari admitted that the two of us were sharing him, her mom was all, ‘Oh, that makes total sense now!’ And we were all surprised but then she’s all, ‘I knew Mari wasn’t good enough to get such a handsome and well-spoken boyfriend on her own.’”

Zofi clapped her hands over her mouth, and Sam’s eyes got big. “She did NOT.”

Mari looked ready to cry again, and I squeezed her close.

Belle continued, “She talked about how Mari never flirted with boys and was never outgoing, unlike all her cousins. She’d apparently been trying to get Mari to stop reading books so much and go find a boy, quote, ‘Before all the good ones were taken’. So it had been a total surprise when Matty first showed up. And then she went and fucking bagged on Mari gaining weight for a couple of years while her dad apologized and tried to get his wife to stop.”

“What a fucking bitch!” Zofi exclaimed.

“Matty got all defensive and started barking at her about respecting the woman her daughter had grown up to be and how he was proud to be her boyfriend, that what they shared was serious, and how much he loved her. It was really sweet actually.”

Mari cuddled herself closer to me.

“Of course, her mom spat something in Spanish and muttered about how if Mari was all that, she would’ve been able to satisfy Matty on her own without me.”

Mari whimpered, and I turned to assure her, “Of course, -I- know that my Angel with the body built for sex could outfuck the entire BTC under the table if she really wanted to. I just didn’t want to say that kind of thing out loud in front of your dad.”

Mari blushed bright pink and nuzzled her cheek against my shoulder.

“So… yeah,” Belle sighed. “Overall, I guess bringing me along backfired in that sense.”

Sam rubbed her forehead and looked up at me. “Maybe would’ve been better off if we just let them think you two were monogamous and then deal with the fallout if and when they catch you otherwise?”

I shook my head. “Doesn’t matter anymore. What’s done is done. Although after all that, we didn’t stick around for lunch. I explained that we felt obligated to tell them the truth, thanked her father for being understanding, and then I took the girls out of the house. We went to get fast food and calm down.”

“Oh, and to your point,” Belle added, looking at Sam. “We never did get around to explaining all seven of us. Sooo… yeah, graduation might still get funky.”

“Well…” Sam sighed. “It’s not like we’re gonna strip him down and fuck him in the middle of the Quad. The students all know how close we are. So long as none of us get past first base with him in our graduation gowns, I think I’m inclined to go with the ‘deal with the fallout if any’ plan from this point on. The only parents who might’ve had issues at least all know Matty isn’t exclusive to their daughters at this point, even if not necessarily all seven of us except for Neevie’s parents. Just remind the girls to keep the kisses relatively chaste and I think we’ll manage to get through the summer in one piece, huh?”

“Works for me.” I nodded and squeezed Mari tight. Then I popped my eyebrows and looked over at Zofi. “So with THAT out of the way, are you ready for your own potential showdown?”

Since she was nodding slowly in response to my question, I expected Zofi to take a deep breath and then answer in the affirmative. But instead she abruptly stopped, looked me in the eye, and said, “Actually, not yet. I’m sorry Mari, but can I borrow our boyfriend? I’d like to talk to Matty in private first.”

Although she’d been struggling to hold back her sniffles during the previous conversation, Zofi’s request managed to completely wash away Mari’s distress. Perhaps being able to concentrate on someone else’s problems helped her stop thinking of her own, and she nodded agreeably right away. “Of course,” Mari replied while letting go of me and sitting up straight.

I was surprised but only for a moment. Zofi patted Sam’s leg and stood up, heading out of the family room while I got up and followed. She led me up to my bedroom, and I closed the door behind us. I knew she had something to say to me, something that needed to be said away from the others, but I was not expecting her to suddenly launch herself into my arms, wrap her legs around my waist, and kiss me like her life depended on it. I staggered under the impact – Belle did this a lot, but Zofi was a lot bigger than Belle – and I had to be quite careful to not fall over. But eventually I managed to stagger us over to my bed and sit down heavily on it.

Zofi kept her legs wrapped around my waist, so we sat upright with the gorgeous crying girl in my arms.

Wait, crying?

Indeed, Zofi had streams of tears down her eyes, and she choked up a bit while trying to collect herself. Eventually, she just closed her eyes and held up her right fist, mouthing numbers as she counted upwards and raising the fingers of her right hand one at a time from one to five over and again. She got to around twenty-three before she had calmed enough and opened her brilliant blue eyes to stare at me. And she looked absolutely heart-broken as she murmured, “I’m sorry, Matty. I’m breaking up with you.”

****

All was quiet in the minivan as I drove Zofi and Sam over to Zofi’s house. I was lost in thought, pondering over everything Zofi had told me in my bedroom. While I agreed with her decision, that didn’t mean I had to like it.

Sam, on the minivan’s middle bench seat, kept looking back and forth between me and Zofi. I could tell from the way her head turned in the rearview mirror. She knew the two of us had gone upstairs to have our private conversation, and I gathered from her quizzical expression that Zofi had NOT confided in her best friend about this particular matter. So now Sam’s sense of frustrated curiosity was going into overdrive being left in the dark like this.

Zofi, for her part, stared straight out the front windshield. I imagined she was pondering all the possible scenarios for her return back home. We were expected; Zofi had called home and spoken with her father about collecting her clothes and personal belongings. Yes, her mom was still home as well, although we didn’t expect to be having any long conversations with her. The plan was to get in, pack up quickly, and get back out as quickly as possible.

It was a short drive; the gated community was only about ten minutes away. As we walked up the sidewalk, Zofi automatically pulled out her keys. But a moment later, her eyes dulled and she put them back into her purse. Sam squeezed her hand while I resisted the urge to do the same on the other side. Instead, I watched Zofi sigh as she reached up and pushed the doorbell.

A moment later, the door opened and Zofi’s dad immediately opened his arms to her. Zofi didn’t hesitate, darting in and squeezing him tightly, murmuring a heartfelt, “Hello, Tata.”

Zofi’s dad patted her back and looked over her shoulder at me and Sam. He gave us a grateful smile, evidently pleased his daughter had such supportive friends. But there was also an apology in his eyes, and a sadness that broke my heart. He was a man in great pain at the fracture of his family, and I couldn’t help but reach out and put my hand on his forearm, squeezing it reassuringly.

A tear threatened the corner of his eyes, and he abruptly let go of Zofi and backed away to wipe it before it rolled down his cheek. Schooling his face into a stoic expression, the man stood up straight and cleared his throat. I expected him to now greet us verbally and gesture for us to enter. But rather than let us into his house, Mr. Zelazowski instead took a step forward, bringing Zofi back out onto the front porch, and closed the door behind him.

Zofi frowned, not understanding, and perhaps fearful she wouldn’t even be allowed back in to collect her things. But before she or any of us could say a word, Mr. Zelazowski reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a faded black and white photograph. “Maja… oh, Maja…” he murmured, the phrase giving me a sense of déjà vu. I belatedly realized he’d said the same thing just before we’d left the house yesterday, only then I’d thought he’d said, ‘My, oh, my.’

He held up the photo for the rest of us to see. In it were two teenaged girls, both quite beautiful. One looked exactly like Zofi had looked during sophomore year, although the clothes were outdated and the worn photograph quality meant that it had to be Zofi’s mom instead. The other girl was fair-haired and a little shorter. They were seated on a picnic table at a park somewhere, Zofi’s mom’s arms wrapped around the blonde girl’s neck while they grinned at the camera.

“This is Maja,” Mr. Zelazowski explained, now looking straight at Zofi. “She was your mother’s first love.”

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