The Big Tits Club

THE BIG TITS CLUB 2.0

by bluedragon

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-- CHAPTER 78: Future --

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"So what did you and your mom talk about tonight?"

It was the end of the evening, and we were all settling into bed. Eva, Skylar, and Luna had all gone home. My trio of official Berkeley girlfriends had come up with a new rotation, with Sam and Naimh spending the night together while granting me and my Baby Belle some one-on-one time.

My impish pixie looked up at me from her favorite position: her strawberry-blonde head pillowed on my chest while I reclined back against my headboard, my left arm wrapped around her petite body, and her pert little booty nicely cupped in the curve of my palm so that we fit together like perfect puzzle pieces. Both of her arms were wrapped around my midsection. And it felt like the two of us could remain cuddled together like that for the rest of our lives.

A smile tugged the corners of my lips upwards as I let the back of my skull drop against the headboard. "We just... talked. Like... we had a stereotypical parent/kid conversation. She asked, 'How is school going?' I told her it was going fine. She said a friend actually gave her a book on Talking to Your Teenager: For Dummies, and the first thing it warned was how to get around answers of 'It's fine'."

Belle laughed and rubbed my belly.

"I could tell she was feeling nervous," I remarked. "My Mother. Actually nervous."

Belle mused on that. "You're right. 'Nervous' isn't a word I would ever associate with your mom."

"It put me at ease, honestly. It made me feel like she was really trying. Like she was actually worried about making a good impression on me or something. My Mother. Worried about impressing ME."

Belle looked up at me. "Was she never nervous before? This was what, your third or fourth phone call since Christmas?"

"Fourth, including Christmas. Well, a-few-minutes-after-Christmas-midnight, but you know what I mean. That one was short. The New Year's Eve one was even shorter. Both conversations were little more than holiday greetings... dipping our toes in and testing the waters. No nervousness, just... guarded. She was guarded. She was normal, really: succinct and to the point. When I called her on our last morning in Mammoth, though, I told her I loved her. She seemed surprised, but she told me she loved me too. She thawed out a bit, but the conversation was still brief. And while she first called me late Christmas night, the timing of all three of those actual conversations were initiated by me, so all she could really do was react."

"But this time, she went out of her way to call you." Belle nodded her understanding. Looking thoughtful, she added, "I wonder if she took a few minutes to compose herself before dialing you. I wonder if she rehearsed what she planned to say like some opening speech for a criminal trial. Although I must admit, I can't imagine your mom being nervous even if she was in a criminal trial."

"Me neither," I agreed. "So like I said: her nervousness put me at ease."

Belle chuckled. "Don't get used to it. I'm sure that the more often you and your mom keep having these phone calls, the more relaxed she's going to be about it."

"I'm sure."

"Come to think of it, when was the last time you called our Dad?"

I glanced down at Belle's waggling eyebrows and chuckled. "You get way too much of a kick out of adding the word 'our' in front of 'Dad'."

My impish pixie put on a façade of extreme innocence. "Are you saying your Christmas letter to him was bullshit? Like, 'Oh, I got my mom back. I don't need him anymore.'"

"Of course not."

"Then why haven't you called him?"

"Do I need to call him? Does HE need me to call him?"

"Well..." Belle waggled her head before admitting, "No, not really, I suppose. I guess it would be a little weird for you to start calling him out of the blue just because. But I AM curious about whether or not this growing relationship with your mom will end up filling the gaping void in your heart that craves parental approval and ultimately mean you don't need him anymore."

I shook my head firmly. "Four phone calls doesn't even begin to measure up to everything your dad did for me over the last nineteen years."

"Our dad," she corrected.

"Seriously, B." I chuckled and shook my head. "Don't make it weird."

"And what if I like it a little weird, hmm?" Belle's pale-green eyes sizzled as she rolled onto my chest a bit and pushed her face up. "What if I like the idea of being your naughty little sister who wants her big brother's big dick stretching her teeny-tiny teenage pussy? Or even..."

Belle reached back to take hold of my hand that had been cupped around the curve of her pert little booty, and she guided my fingers beneath the waistbands of her pajama pants and panties. She slipped my middle digit down the cleft of her perfect peach, her eyes shining bright when she felt my fingertip bump up against what I immediately realized was the hard, faceted face of her blue-crystal butt plug between her cheeks.

"... your naughty little sister who wants her big brother's big dick stretching her too-tight, teeny-tiny virgin baby-sister butthole."

I blinked. "Um, as enticing as that would be, your butthole isn't exactly virgin anymore, Belle."

My naughty little minx giggled. "Well perhaps your sexy little girlfriend Belle has been happy to try and fit her boyfriend's big dick up her too-tight asshole whenever she had time to prep herself. But I think your adoring little sister Annabelle has never felt her big brother's big dick deep inside her teeny-tiny virgin baby-sister butthole."

Part of me wanted to roll my eyes and groan at the mental gymnastics Belle wanted to go through to claim her butthole as 'virgin' - or even claim adoring 'little sister Annabelle' as a separate entity - but part of me couldn't help but feel a little turned on by the idea. This fact wasn't lost on Belle, who felt my growing bulge beneath her belly. And she quickly used her other hand to slide between us and start pawing at my rapidly rising rod.

"Little Sister wants to feel Big Brother's big dick in her ass," Belle crooned into my ear just before biting down on my lobe. It wasn't a gentle nip, either; she really bit me. And the brief but unexpected sensation of pain was enough to shoot a bolt of adrenaline through my body that made me grab onto her asscheek with my meaty paw while my middle finger pushed down against her butt plug, and my other hand reached up to grab the petite girl's shoulder with an iron grip.

"Oh my god, B..." I groaned.

Belle's eyes glittered green as she sat up and winked at me. Raising an index finger, she waggled it reproachfully and scolded, "That's a blasphemy."

And then she immediately rolled away from me.

I blinked in surprise as I found my arms suddenly empty. But Belle had merely rolled over to the nightstand, pulled open the drawer, and then pulled out a familiar black choker necklace with a small silver crucifix dangling from it as a pendant.

"Holy shit, B," I exclaimed, suddenly out of breath and feeling very, very hot, any thought of further resistance evaporating away.

"That's a blasphemy too." Belle laughed while she reached behind her neck to fasten the choker. A moment later, she started tying her hair back into a ponytail with a simple hairband. And then she knelt to start yanking down my pajama pants and boxers.

'Big Brother's' big dick popped out, already thick and pulsing with its own internal energy. Belle didn't bother to drag my clothes down all the way, leaving them bunched up around my upper thighs while she ducked her head and glommed her lips around my shaft.

She started off fast and furious, clearly energized and eager to feast on my meat. She bobbed her head up and down several times, making sloppy wet sounds until she had to pause and slurp up her own saliva. After that, she tried to stuff as much of my cock into her mouth as she could fit, moaning as she worked her way down with her lips stretched wide around my girth.

She probed her gag reflex, actually gagged a couple of times, and had to pull off to cough and stroke my shaft with her tiny hand while she caught her breath. Undeterred, she tried again, choked again, and pulled off again.

This time, Belle collected herself a bit before proceeding. She smiled at me eagerly while I waited for her patiently. After catching her breath again, she slowly bent over to lick the length of my rod without trying to stuff me into her mouth again. She nibbled on my super-soft skin and stretched out her tongue to tease my testicles. She stared up at me with those electric green eyes, willing me to understand how much she loved me.

I raised my hand to caress her cheek, sensing what she wanted. A moment later, she moved herself back over my mushroom head, settling her lips in an open ring around the crown. And then she took in a deep breath...

I put my palm atop the back of her skull.

And then I pushed.

Belle's head sank down quickly, at least at first. I felt the resistance of her tight throat constricting around my cock, additional friction being added with every inch. And her dangling crucifix pendant was the first thing to touch down against my skin.

Still, I pushed.

Belle's nostrils flared as she tried to inhale around my prick. I felt her head quiver, and for a moment, her downward momentum completely stopped as she got hung up and started pushing back against my hand.

Still, I pushed.

She squeaked, the tight constriction suddenly gave way, and her head dropped the rest of the way down. My Baby Belle's lips sealed around the very base of my dick as I felt her entire body trembling beneath my palm. Her crucifix tickled the base of my balls as she quivered. I kept her pinned in place, forcibly supporting her position even as every instinct in her body yearned to pull back up. A moment later, she fought off that instinct herself, dug her nails into my thighs, and swallowed thickly...

... swallowing my thickness.

Belle stared up at me triumphantly, her heart visibly aglow through her eyes.

And then I let my hand go.

Belle stayed down, still staring at me. I knew she was going for a personal record at this point, maintaining the deep-throat for as long as she could. I felt tempted to help her along with my hand again, but settled for stroking her cheek and staring back into her eyes.

"I love you, my sweet Annabelle," I told her sincerely while raising my hand to cup her cheek. "I'll love you for the rest of my life."

She tried to smile, but her lips were already stretched to their limits. Still, I could see the joy in her shimmering irises -- well, some of that moisture was from tears of strain trying to hold herself there. And eventually she ran out of air and had to suddenly pull up, coughing and choking hoarsely while she thumped her own chest with one fist.

"How long was that?" she asked as soon as she could form words.

I chuckled and shrugged. "Sorry, I forgot to start a timer. But I'm pretty sure that's a new record."

"I'm getting better at it," she said proudly.

"You are, you are," I agreed while opening my arms. "Now come here."

Belle flowed into my arms to snuggle herself up against my side, pillowing her head on my chest and tucking her crown into the crook of my neck. I rubbed her upper arm and squeezed her fiercely. And then I kissed the top of her head.

She tilted her face up to look at me. "Does Big Brother love Little Sister's blowjobs?"

"I love them, my little Annabelle. I love them." I patted her cheek.

Her eyebrows waggled. "Will Big Brother please put his big dick into Little Sister's pussy now?"

I grinned and rolled her over onto her back, my larger body looming above hers. "Whatever Little Sister wants."

Belle beamed up at me merrily, already tugging her waistband down. Clearly, my acceptance of "Big Brother and Little Sister" roleplay excited the hell out of her, perhaps a little too much, and she actually lost her grip on her pajama pants and panties. I was quick to take over, and I pulled the articles all the way down her legs and dropped them off the foot of the bed.

Meanwhile, she tugged up her pajama top above her braless breasts, moaning with deep arousal while palming her own globes and pinching the nipples. And when I ducked my head into the valley of her cleavage, she was quick to direct my face over to first her left nipple and then the right one, crooning, "Suck Little Sister's titties, Big Brother. Suck them and dream of the day they start giving you milk."

I blinked and picked my head up. "Milk?"

"Little Sister wants to have Big Brother's baby..." she moaned. "Can you imagine it? Nursing on my swollen teats full of yummy milk?"

"That's a new fantasy," I muttered.

Belle giggled. "Hey, if Zofi can fantasize about you knocking her up, why can't I?"

"Well let's not actually knock you up just yet, hmm?"

"What if your sweet, innocent little Anabelle isn't on the pill? You may need to cum in her ass."

I chuckled. "One step at a time."

"The next step is Big Brother shoving his big dick into Little Sister's tight, teenage twat. Put it in me, Big Brother. I'm so wet for you. Stretch my teeny-tiny pussy with your massive, big-brother boner."

"Holy shit, B."

"I want to feel you deep inside me! Yes! Yes! Stretch me, Big Brother! Stretch me! Feel how tight I am for you! Feel how wet I am for you! Stretch me! Stretch me! I love it! I love you! More! More! Deeper! Deeper! YES!!! YESSS!!! YYYEEESSS!!!"

Belle was really worked up as I slowly sank inch after inch of hot cock into her exquisitely petite body. I would've like to say I slid into her like a hot knife through warm butter, but it was more like a cool, dull butter knife trying to push through a jar of peanut butter. She was tight -- always tight -- and progress was slow. The butt plug occupying her anal cavity reducing the available volume inside her body didn't help, either. But with back-and-forth rocking motions, constant pressure, and Belle's arms and legs clutching me close, I eventually got buried inside her to the root.

"Ohhh, I love you, Matty..." she crooned once I hit full-depth. Both of us were panting from the exertion of initial entry, neither of us trying to move just yet.

"I love you too, my Annabelle," I replied warmly, relieved for a moment that she'd used my name instead of calling me 'Big Brother'.

She kissed my cheek.

And then she began to undulate herself beneath me.

There wasn't a whole lot of in-and-out movement. Belle's pussy was still too tight and hadn't stretched out yet to accommodate me. Instead her snug-as-a-glove snatch massaged my prick, generating a world of sensation for both of us that was more than enough to set off fireworks of pleasure in both my brain and hers.

"So big inside me..." she moaned.

"So good around me..." I groaned.

"So deep... So... Oh, there it is! There it is!" Belle's eyelids flew open like shades on coiled springs, her irises glimmering brightly. I could feel my prickhead pinging off the entrance to her womb, our loins a perfect fit for each other.

Closing my eyes and bracing my forehead on the pillow, I concentrated on crunching my abs to keep gently pinging that same spot that gave Belle such sparkles of sensation. I felt her shivers against my chest, heard her whimpers in my ears, and smelled the sweet scents steaming from our loins. Soon I was rewarded(?) with her deafening shriek of satisfaction that nearly shattered my eardrum when she shuddered and scaled her pleasure peak.

The clamped-down constriction of the cute coed's clenched cunt prevented my prick from moving even a millimeter. I shuddered with her and held her close, reveling in the sensation of my adorable Annabelle's trembling in my arms. And I raised my head slightly to gaze down at her pretty face and admire her expression of rapturous pleasure.

She gazed up at me, eternal love in her eyes.

And then she grinned.

It was no surprise when Belle suddenly shoved me over to the side, so I let myself flop onto my back while she rolled over me and started raining kisses on my face. Some were quick pecks like a jabbing bird; some were heated liplocks full of throaty, passionate moans. Our intimate working parts had become separated, but she settled her soaking-wet snatch atop my still-stiff shaft and rode it like a rail -- back and forth, back and forth. And I expected her to elevate my erection and sink herself onto my big dick once again.

But of course my Baby Belle still wanted Big Brother's big dick deep inside her teeny-tiny virgin baby-sister butthole.

After a couple minutes of making out, my petite little brat sat up and gave me a pixie wink. A coy smirk dogged her lips while she spun around, straddling my lap and bending herself over at the waist. The position put her cute little rump on full display, the blue-crystal disc of the butt-plug front and center. And she reached back with both hands to spread her asscheeks wide while I groaned in audible appreciation (and anticipation).

"Does Big Brother want to stretch Little Sister's virgin asshole?" she teased, waggling her tushie.

"Um, yes please," I replied immediately, beyond caring about Belle's continued use of the naughty, incestuous titles.

"Pull out the plug, Big Brother," she crooned.

My fingers trembled as I reached forward, and I had to grab my own right wrist to steady it while taking a deep breath. Only after pausing for a moment to collect myself was I able to grasp the plug and pull it out.

Belle shivered and moaned, looking back at me over her shoulder. The perfect circle of her open lips matched the open circle of her dilated anus. "Hold your dick for me, Big Brother," she moaned.

I grasped my erection and raised it off my belly into an upright and locked position. Sitting up straight, Belle elevated herself into the air and hovered over my dick, my tapered mushroom head pointing like an arrow to the promised land. Still holding her asscheeks apart, the sexy minx settled herself into position, notching my cock at the portal to her back-channel canal. She whimpered as she felt her little starfish begin to stretch. The swollen knob was still much larger in diameter than her gaping hole, but she was well-lubricated. And as she slowly sat herself down, assisted by the force of gravity, her anal aperture eventually expanded far enough to accommodate my erection's entrance.

"Ooohhhmmmyyygggoooddd..." Belle groaned as she inexorably impaled herself on the first few inches of my upright shaft.

[SMACK!]

"EEEP!"

I let my hand settle back onto Belle's now-reddened asscheeks, caressing it while I intoned mirthfully, "That's for blasphemy."

Belle giggled, glanced back at me over her shoulder, and growled huskily, "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."

"Are you a Catholic schoolgirl or my little sister?"

"¿Por qué no los dos?"

I chuckled, raised my hands to her hips, and helped pull Belle's body down around my dick. It took a while. She was tight -- always tight -- and progress was still slow. The lube helped reduce friction, but there would always be diameter issues when it came to the size of my dick and the available space within Belle's colon. She'd clamped down and arrested her descent when I'd first smacked her ass, but she was descending once again in fits and starts with little whimpers and shivers and moans.

But eventually I was balls-deep up my Baby Belle's butt, and she sat up straight with her asscheeks flush against my pelvis, moaning, "Hhhhhooooollllllyyyyy ssssshhhhhhiiiiiiittttt, Mmmmmaaaaattttttyyyy. Soooooo ffffffuuuuuuucccckkkkkinnnnnngggg BBBBBBIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGG."

I slid my hands up her sides to stroke her arms and back, starting up an impromptu massage. I briefly tugged backwards on her shoulders so that she would lay down against my chest, but she stiffened and whimpered again as if doing so would stretch her rectal region beyond its limit, resisting my pull. And when I relaxed my grip, she instead bent forward over my legs, a movement that exposed the bottom couple of inches of my embedded rod and seemed to provide her with some relief.