Chapter 77: The BTC 2.0 (Part II)

“Matty ... Matty ... Matty...” Sam moaned repetitively in sync with the rhythmic undulations of our two bodies as closely interconnected as two people can be.

She stared up at me with her big brown eyes, an amber inner fire glowing with an intensity that made it feel like she could see straight into my very soul. Our palms pressed together with our fingers interlaced, her hands pressed down against the mattress to either side of her head. I supported my weight on my elbows while still feeling the crush of her big tits against my chest. And I moaned repetitively in sync with the rhythmic undulations of our two bodies, “Sam ... Sam ... Sam...”

And then we kissed.

Sam whimpered into my mouth as I poured a tidal wave of fervent passion and love through my lips into hers, and I inhaled sharply feeling an equally fervent tidal wave flowing back into me. It was as if the energy of our two bodies were united as one, an electrical current that flowed between us in an unbreakable circuit.

Well, at least until she pulled her lips off of mine.

But just for a moment.

With a crackle of electric energy, Sam’s eyes sizzled with a naughty gleam. She suddenly rolled me off of her and pushed me onto my back, disentangling our loins. But she rolled right after me, centered herself with the comfortable familiarity of having done so literally hundreds of times, and then sank herself back down around my flagpole prick.

Now it was Sam’s turn to press MY hands down to the mattress while she took charge of our shagging. She fucked me in a way I recognized as her way of focusing on my pleasure without worrying about her own. She concentrated inward on the way her milkmaid muscles worked around my embedded cock, but that’s not to say she wasn’t receiving pleasure anyway.

I crunched my abdominals and worked my hips to grind my pelvic bone against her crotch. Sam’s eyelids fluttered rapidly like butterfly wings as little sensations of pleasure tickled her love button. Lightning bolts ran up her spine, through her brain, and back out from her body into me, up into my brain, and then back into her. It was our circuit of carnal satisfaction.

It was our circuit of love.

She leaned forward, draping her massive melons over my face so I could nip at her nipples and nuzzle my nose into the valley of her spectacular, swaying mounds. I slipped my hands away from hers so that I could hook them behind her shoulder blades, tugging her tits tighter against my cheeks before gripping her shapely hips and really grinding her body down against my dick.

“Matty ... Matty ... Matty...”

I would never tire of the sound of Sam moaning my name in that voice with that tone of deep-rooted longing and desire.

“Matty ... Matty ... Matty...”

“Sam ... Sam ... Sam...” I crooned back.

“Matty ... Matty ... Matty...”

“Sam ... Sam ... Sam...” I crooned back.

And then we were kissing again.

Although Sam had started off trying to give me pleasure with no concern for her own, I could feel her next climax building within her anyways. Hugging the small of her back with my right forearm, I trapped her body down so that her clit rubbed directly on my pelvic bone. Raising my left hand to the back of her head, I tugged her close enough for me to whisper into her ear.

“Cum for me, My Aphrodite ... Cum...”

“Oh Matty ... Oh Matty ... I’m gonna cum ... I’m gonna cum for you...”

“Sam ... My Sam...”

“Fuck me, Matty ... Fuck me ... I’m gonna-- Uuuunnnngggghhhh!!!”

I grabbed my lover’s naked body with both arms and really drove my dick deep within the very center of her pleasure, squeezing her tightly while she trembled and shivered in my arms. And I continued holding her long after she’d passed her apex and eventually gone still on top of me.

For a moment, we paused.

But just for a moment.

“Your turn, my love...” she murmured into my ear, nuzzling the lobe with her nose and then softly biting down on it with her teeth in a way that sent a fresh surge of electricity through me. “Tell me how you want me.”

I knew immediately and growled, “Bend over the foot of the bed, you Tight-Ass Slut.”

“Yes, Master...” she purred. “EEP!”

Leaving my palm on her reddened asscheeks where I’d just spanked it, I caressed the curvaceous globe before raising my hand to spank her again. Sam’s eyes sizzled with crackling energy, and all of a sudden she was ferociously kissing me again.

[thwack!] [thwack!]

“EEP! EEP!” Sam yelped again at the two additional spankings. She then squealed as I abruptly rolled her off me, forcibly manhandled her into position bent over the bed, and then spanked her two more times. “EEP! EEP!”

“I ordered you bent over the bed, Tight-Ass Slut!”

“Yes, Master! I’m sorry, Master! Your Tight-Arse slut deserves to be punished!”

[thwack!] [thwack!]

“EEP! EEP! UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!”

The busty blonde bombshell bent over before me moaned as she felt herself suddenly filled up to the brim with my massive meat. I grabbed the back of her head and mashed it down into the mattress, burying myself to the hilt. And I kept her pinned there like that while I started hammering my pelvis off her well-padded heinie.

“Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!” she groaned.

“Yesss...” I hissed at the sizzling energy shooting up my spine. I grabbed her forearms and bent them across her lower back. “Take it! Take all of me! Take me deep inside you!”

“Yes, Master! Yes!”

My Tight-Ass Slut had already cum, so I pounded away at her with the knowledge that this one was for me. I blasted her booty with my right hand in-between rounds of cramming my cock up her cunt. And she cried out in ecstasy from the way I pulverized her pussy with my big prick.

Releasing her forearms, I grabbed the back of her hands and pinned them to the mattress to either side of her face. That let me lean forward and really put my body weight into each thrust. And as the climactic energy built inside me, I thundered down the final stretch.

“Hngh, hngh, hngh, hngh!” I grunted.

“Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh,” she moaned.

“Hngh! Hngh! Hngh! Hngh!”

“Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!”

“NNGH! NNGH! NNGH! NNGH!”

“Fuck me, Master! Fuck me! I’m cumming again! I’m cumming again!”

“NNGH-NNGH-NNGH-NNGH!”

“I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! I’M-- AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!”

“HNGH! HNGH! HHHHNNnnggghhh... ”

I thrust forward a final time, closing my eyes and bowing my head as I grunted out my orgasm, feeling the delight of a quart of spunk flowing out of me and into my lover’s suddenly spasming snatch. My pelvis pivoted forward, with my knees as fulcrums so that my feet came off the bed and all of my weight and energy pushed forth into that final forceful thrust. I kept my big dick buried all the way down to the back of the beautiful, buxom blonde’s wet box, straining with my back and leg muscles while I spat out glob after glob of boiling cum into the furthest crevices of her creaming cunt.

“Ohhh ... migawwwddd...” Sam sighed in deep satisfaction as she pressed her right cheek into the mattress beneath her. Bent over the foot of my bed face-first, her elbows were out with my palms covering the backs of her hands while her legs were together, tightening her teenage twat around my tumescent tool. A small puddle of drool darkened my bedsheets, and the quivering from her lower lip expanded into a full shiver across her body as her orgasm rippled down to her toes and fingertips.

Like a light bulb going dim, I felt the energy of my climax fade from me, as did the tension in my glutes and legs. Slowly, my fingers relaxed their grip around Sam’s hands, although I kept my palms pressed down to her knuckles. I let my head fall all the way forward until my forehead came to rest on the mattress just past her right shoulder. And with a satisfied moan, I lowered the rest of my body down until my naked chest was pressed tight against her equally-naked back.

“Ohhh ... My Master ... My Matty...” Sam moaned, taking a deep breath despite my heavy weight crushing her into the mattress, and she tightened her fingers around mine for a moment before letting go. “That was a good one.”

“They’re all good when they’re with you,” I mumbled into her ear. And then I nipped her lobe with my teeth, adding, “Tight-Ass Slut.”

She picked up her right cheek and flipped her head around to face me. With a dreamy smile, my hottie Head Girlfriend opened her eyes to stare into mine. And then she puckered up for a quick kiss.

I gladly gave it to her, but neither of us felt any need to escalate the kiss into a deeper makeout session. Both of us were feeling plenty satisfied (and a little out of breath). The two of us were alone now. Naimh and Skylar had left to go clean up and give me and Sam some one-on-one time. So for another minute or two, we simply remained joined together where we were, basking in the orgasmic afterglow.

But eventually Sam took a deep breath and started to push down against the mattress with her palms. Feeling her upward force against my chest, I took that as my cue to finally extract my spent schlong from Sam’s sperm-saturated snatch. And after taking a step back, I pivoted to flop sideways onto the bed while Sam likewise rolled onto her right side and scooted up the mattress a bit so she could face me, folding her right arm beneath her head as a makeshift pillow.

“You seemed to really enjoy that round,” my beautiful blonde told me.

“I did.” I grinned before adding, “I enjoy every time we’re together.”

“But you seemed to especially enjoy that one just a little more.”

I shrugged. “It’s not often I get to be with you in the middle of the day, at least not on a school day.”

“True.” She waggled her head. “I did tell you I was going to make a better effort to be present in your life and not just slip quietly into bed at 2am just because I promised you I’d come home.”

“This is the part where I’d normally tell you that if you want to crash at Adeline’s place or anywhere else for the sake of efficiency, it’s fine with me.”

Sam winked. “I smell a ‘but’ coming...”

I grinned again. “But I’d still be happier if you slipped quietly into bed at 2am just so I could feel you in my arms. Although honestly, I’d be even happier if you’d come home early enough for me to fall asleep with you in my arms.”

She leaned in and pecked my lips again. “Bonus points for being honest with me.”

“Keep giving me kisses as rewards for being honest, and I’ll be honest with you a lot more often.”

“Deal.” She kissed me again. And this time, we went ahead and let it turn into a mini-makeout session for about a minute.

I’d scooted forward a bit to take her into my arms while we kissed, and we were still pressed together chest-to-chest when we pulled apart to breathe. Feeling her erect nipple against my pec, I leaned back a bit to give myself room to bring my right hand between us and thumb her little eraser-sized nub and cup her globe. Playing with one of my favorite things in the entire universe brought a smile to my lips, and Sam smiled at the sight of mine.

Arching her eyebrows, she murmured, “You seemed particularly excited watching me slurp out your jizz from Skylar’s pussy and then snowballing it back to her.”

I immediately blushed and couldn’t help my shit-eating grin. “Well yeah ... So that happened...”

“It wasn’t the snowball itself – you’ve seen me do that dozens of times before with the other girls – but the fact that I was doing it with Skylar.”

My blush deepened. “You’re not wrong. First time seeing the two of you together and all.”

“First time seeing my tongue reaching out and taking its first long lick at her puffy pink pussy?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

“First time watching that beautiful blonde bombshell and me kiss?”

“Yes...”

Sam’s eyes sizzled. “Knowing that the very first time our soft, supple lips ever touched together in the history of the universe was with your sperm mashed between us and tangled on our tongues?”

“Holy fuck, Sam. You trying to get me hard again for another round?”

Sam’s eyes glinted in the light. “When you were pounding me so hard from behind just now, did you even once fantasize you were fucking her instead of me?”

My jaw dropped open as I jerked my head back, my neck muscles going stiff from the sudden whiplash. “Wait, what?”

Sam closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and winced with an expression of immediate regret.

“Sam, seriously,” I said quickly. “You’re my Aphrodite, my Tight-Ass Slut. Not for a single second did I ever--”

“It’s alright, Matty,” she interrupted.

“No, I’m serious!” I insisted. “I didn’t! It wouldn’t be alright for me to--”

“I know, I know.”

“I mean it! I didn’t!”

“I know you didn’t,” she said with a sigh, reaching up to rub my shoulder as she forced a smile onto her lips. Taking a deep breath, she repeated calmly, “I know you didn’t.”

“Why would you ever think--”

“I don’t know why. That was my own insecurity coming out for a second. I shouldn’t have said that in the first place.”

I pursed my lips. “But you did. And I’m glad you did.”

Sam blinked. “Glad?”

I nodded firmly. “I’d rather you admit your insecurity than hide it from me, that’s for sure.”

Sam’s expression plainly told me what she thought about admitting her insecurity and started to turn her head away, but I quickly reached up to caress her cheek and keep her face pointed at mine.

“Please tell me this isn’t still because Skylar happens to be a busty blonde with a sexy accent.”

Sam shrugged and tried to look away despite my hand on her cheek, mumbling, “Fine, I won’t tell you.”

“We talked about this. The two of you are nothing alike aside from the superficial measurements.”

“You’re right. We’re NOT alike. Her superficial measurements are taller than mine, better than mine, with natural blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes--”

“Sam...”

“She’s already got her degree and she’s on her way to getting her Ph.D. and she’s somehow juggling two jobs in addition to her classwork--”

“Sam.”

“-- while simultaneously spending more quality time with you than I do!”

“Sam, we are NOT having this conversation again. Seriously.”

“I AM being serious.” She closed her eyes, slipped her hand beneath mine to dislodge it from her cheek, and then pinched her temples. “Look, I know I’m being ridiculous. I know I’m being insecure. I know Skylar hasn’t done anything wrong, hasn’t tried to usurp my position or horn in on my Head Girlfriend status. She says she doesn’t have any long-term romantic feelings for you and sees you as ‘just a kid’ so there’s no good reason for me to feel threatened by her presence.”

I arched both eyebrows. “But you feel threatened by her presence.”

“I’m sounding like a colossal bitch again.”

“You’re sounding like a teenage girl who hasn’t got it all figured out just yet – which, by the way, you are.”

“Just one more way in which I don’t stack up to the older, wiser, taller, blonder babe.”

“Sam...”

My amazing Aphrodite’s lower lip quivered as she fought the urge to cry. I quickly wrapped her up in a fierce hug, which burst the dam and let her start sobbing against my shoulder.

Sam shook and shuddered in my grasp. I could feel her trembling, not quite shaking like a leaf but not so far off from that, either. And she bawled like a baby for what felt like an hour before her tears ran dry and she started to quiet down.

My longtime lover went silent and still, so still that I wondered if she’d fallen asleep. But when I pulled my head back far enough to look down at her, I found her staring up at me with an expression of deep embarrassment.

“So that happened...” she mumbled beneath her breath.

I caressed her cheek and thumbed away a tear before lowering my chin and then giving her a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’m glad it happened. I’m glad you’re telling me these thoughts instead of keeping them bottled up. Bonus points for being honest.” And then I scooted myself just a little bit lower on the bed so I could reward her with a deeper kiss.

Sam sighed when I pulled back. “I know I shouldn’t be jealous of her. I don’t know why I can’t help myself.”

“I think I know why.”

“Why?”

I smiled and brushed another tear back from her cheek with my thumb before using my other fingertips to brush back some of her bangs behind her ear. “Because you’re stronger than you think.”

Sam furrowed her eyebrows. “I think you meant to say that I’m not as strong as I think.”

I shook my head. “No, I meant to say that you’re stronger than you think. You’re as strong as high-carbon steel. We’ve been studying a bit of metallurgy in Engineering. The higher the carbon content, the harder the steel is: very good at retaining its shape and resisting abrasion. It can withstand significant forces without deforming.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “I smell a ‘but’ coming...”

I smiled, feeling glad she could joke at a moment like this. “Under extreme tensile stress, high carbon steel is more likely to crack instead of bend. It’s brittle. Inflexible.”

“I’m not sure I like the idea of you calling me ‘inflexible’.” Sam’s lips pursed with the kind of facial expression one might have while trying to swallow a live beetle. “Or ‘brittle’.”

“There’s a trade-off in everything. Low-carbon steel is more flexible, but not as strong. Each type has its purpose. One type isn’t necessarily better than the other. You’re strong, Sam. Exceptionally strong. Nobody works harder than you. Nobody is more dedicated than you once you put your mind to something. But Mother warned me that you’re also more fragile than I’d realized. It takes a lot of work, a lot of energy, to be as strong and as ... well ... workaholic as you are. You’re a self-admitted control freak, which is exhausting. You spent all of first semester chasing your academic dreams, and I think that by the time we got to winter break, you were completely worn-out.”

Sam sighed. “You’re not wrong. But you could’ve told me I was fragile, inflexible, and brittle without trying to butter me up telling me I’m stronger than I think.”

“You ARE stronger than you think,” I repeated. “Even though she hasn’t actually done anything to you, you feel threatened by Skylar because you have some funny idea in your head that SHE is stronger than YOU. But she’s not. She’s just a girl like the rest of you, with her own insecurities, foibles, and problems. Sure, she’s a few years older than us, but she’s been through hell and quite frankly, I’d tell her that she’s NOT as strong as she thinks. Skylar’s started opening up to me, yes. She’s said she appreciates having my support. But she’s still trying to do too much on her own, still trying to handle everything going on in her life without help, and I’m worried about her.”

Sam frowned, processing that.

“You, on the other hand,” I continued. “You ARE strong. Super-strong. The strongest woman I know. I believe our relationship will be better next semester because I believe that now your initial semester of getting adjusted to Cal Berkeley life is in the rear-view mirror and that you really will have the bandwidth to strike a better work-life balance. I believe you’re going to ask for and receive support from me and your friends in The BTC to make your life easier in the places where we can help instead of trying to do everything on your own. Because I believe in you.”

Sam smiled and started chuckling. “Ohmigawd, Matty. You’re the high-carbon steel in this relationship.”

“Low-carbon steel,” I corrected. “I’m the flexible one.”

“You’re both strong AND flexible and don’t even start trying to argue semantics with me. I’m the lawyer. You defy the laws of physics. You defy the laws of metallurgy. You’re the reason I came to Berkeley and you’re the man I’m going to love for the rest of my life. You’re my anchor, Matty. You’re my HOME.”

“Remember that the next time you feel insecure about Skylar or anyone else. Remember that I love you, remember that I will FIGHT for you, and remember that I’m not going to LET you take me for granted ever again.” I shook my head and took hold of Sam’s upper arm, images from my dream of the future still fresh in my mind. “This isn’t always going to be easy. I know you’re going to get pulled in other directions by your career goals and anything else you set out to accomplish. I know I made a mistake by passively sitting back this semester, enabling you to ignore me while promising to always be your home.”

Sam winced and looked up at me with a guilty expression.