The lusty, busty Latina laired like a lioness in her corner of the couch, a regal expression of almost condescending entitlement on her face as she smiled and held the back of Belle’s strawberry-blonde head to her loins with her right hand. Isabela’s proud, buoyant breasts thrust forward with dusky nipples erect and begging for attention. The fingers of her left hand gave them that attention, tweaking and rubbing while she bit her lip and stared down at the carnally satisfying sight of the petite pixie plundering her pussy with a long, rapidly flicking tongue. And then Isabela draped her left arm along the top of the backrest, slouched a little more in her seat, and let her head loll backwards while spreading her legs just a bit further apart to better allow the diminutive supplicant to worship at her altar of libidinous nectar.

Luna was in a mirror position of her girlfriend, leaning back against the opposite corner of the couch. Both lovely ladies were of Honduran descent, with similar height, skin tone, and hair and eye coloration. But the physical similarities stopped there, as nearly everything about Luna was more daintily built than Isabela.

Whereas Isabela had large, luminous eyes, Luna’s eye shape was narrower and almost angular, and those windows to the soul were often hidden behind her thin-frame prescription glasses. Isabela had broad features and puffy lips made for cocksucking, while Luna had a more gaunt, high-cheekboned look with delicate features. And while Isabela had a full hourglass shape with big tits and a matching Latina booty, Luna was practically a beanpole.

But I still really liked looking at her naked.

Oedipus Complex jokes aside, I’d clearly been attracted to girls with big tits for my entire life, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate different body types. Zofi and Eva had the tall, willowy, model-esque figures, and my Baby Belle was a pint-sized package. Luna’s figure was somewhere in-between, and although nobody would ever call her breasts “big”, they still had a very pleasant shape with puffy, dusky nipples that just begged to be suckled.

Not that I’D ever do that suckling. Luna was gay and not interested in men and that was that. I’d mentally categorized her as off-limits and that was perfectly fine with me; I had more than I could handle as it was. Plus, she’d gone out of her way to say she appreciated me not ogling her like she was a piece of meat, so I did make an effort to… well… not ogle her like a piece of meat.

Still, I allowed myself to enjoy the sight of Luna exchanging breathy kisses with my personal freckled redhead right in front of me, the sounds of her whimpered moans of pleasure as Naimh’s fingers found her tight little pink slice of heaven, and the smells of aroused woman after my Head Girlfriend kissed her way down Luna’s chest to perform the aforementioned suckling on the way to shoving her long tongue up the lesbian girl’s teenage twat.

With Isabela parked in one corner of the couch and Luna in the other corner, that positioned both of my “main” girlfriends together front and center on the floor with their bodies forming a V-shape before me. Belle was on the left, eating Isabela while waggling her teen-dream tushie at me invitingly. Naimh was on the right, bent over to eat Luna. And they were so close together that their legs somewhat crisscrossed together, with Belle’s compact booty occasionally bumping into Naimh’s left thigh. Even from my spot on the armchair, I could tell that their positioning was perfect for me to fuck one pussy and then the other. So with that particular fantasy firmly locked in my mind, I reached down to gently caress Eva’s cock-filled cheek and indicate that I wanted her to pull off.

Thus far, it had been a fairly routine Monday: wake up with Naimh, eat, go to classes, play video games with Eva, eat dinner, study, socialize, and have sex.

What made this particular Monday different from the previous ones was that this was the last Monday of classes. This was the last week of lectures and labs for the semester, with Final Exams starting up next week. And so all of us first-year college students were feeling the pressure a little bit.

Hence tonight’s “have some more sex” stress relief.

After dinner, it had only been me, Naimh, Belle, and Eva in the house. Sam was out studying with her pre-law classmates. And although Isabela and Luna had made a point of coming to hang out with us more often in the afternoons last week for social, non-sexual time given our discussions about building up the emotional side of our friendships (okay mostly non-sexual time, let’s not get crazy here), the plan was for them to study on their own away from us this week rather than get distracted by starting up an orgy or anything like that.

So of course, Isabela came over a little after 7pm saying she was horny and anxious about studying and could really use some stress relief. But none of us got upset with Isabela for not sticking to the plan.

Belle was already mounted on my big dick by then, you see, having already decided she needed some stress relief first.

Naimh and Eva were at the dining table studying. Belle and I had started off seated side-by-side sharing a blanket on the couch to ward away the cool December air. But at some point my Baby Belle decided she’d rather study while seated in my lap. Her pert little tushie rubbing against my crotch resulted in me developing a chubby. And at some point my impish pixie decided to slide down her sweatpants and impale herself on my upright prong reverse cowgirl.

We didn’t start up any wild and crazy fucking. Rather, Belle just wanted the comfort of being so intimately joined together with me with my big dick filling up the empty space inside of her in a way that only I ever could, her perfect match, making her feel whole, and she actually kept reading her textbook. It took a while before Naimh noticed the strawberry-blonde’s rather rhythmic undulations, and she reached over to silently tap Eva’s forearm and then gesture with her head towards us.

Eva had merely rolled her eyes and muttered, “I know.”

But once Isabela and Luna arrived, Belle was eager to rip off her shirt and toss aside the blanket, spreading her legs to the side and inviting the lusty Latina’s face down to our loins. I groaned at the sensations of Isabela’s agile tongue licking my balls and flicking my Baby Belle’s clit. I then grabbed Belle around the waist and started hammering her light body up and down my rigid meat stick, sending her perky boobs bouncing until she squealed in orgasmic ecstasy. And once my “little sister’s” sweet snatch successfully started sucking out my scalding sperm, Isabela was quick to pull my dick out and slam her face down around it, swallowing several shots of sticky semen but keeping the rest of my load in her mouth so she could sit up straight and snowball my creamy cum back between Matty’s Little Cumslut’s hungry lips.

And the BTC “study session” devolved from there, much as it had done so many, many times back in high school.

Isabela and Belle snowballing my sperm rapidly turned into the pair of horny coeds making out with each other and stripping off their clothes. Luna smiled almost shyly when Naimh got up to greet her in a similarly intimate manner. And Eva took one look at my waving wet prick and sauntered over to kneel at my feet and lick me clean.

Isabela got parked in one corner of the couch with Belle eating her out. I subtly admired Luna’s nubile teenage form in the other corner of the couch with Naimh eating her out. And Eva’s expert fellatio rapidly revived my rigid rod for Round 2.

So now you’re caught up.

As I said: Belle’s and Naimh’s butts were angled together in such a way that I couldn’t help but fantasize about fucking first one girl and then the other and continue to switch back and forth without having to move. After gently prying Eva’s face off my prick, I went to kneel behind my girlfriends, admiring the sight of their waving butts parked together.

Having already plugged my impish pixie’s pink pussy this evening, I started with my Irish girlfriend’s red-tufted snatch. Naimh picked her head up from Luna’s crotch to groan at my entrance and glance back at me over her shoulder with a green-eyed glimmer of love. I reached forward to caress her freckled cheek and then leaned over to kiss the top of her head before guiding it back into Luna’s loins. The mousey Latina girl grinned at me while pushing her delicate eyeglasses up the bridge of her nose. But then she closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensations Naimh’s adept cunnilingus was giving her. And I concentrated on holding my Head Girlfriend’s hips in my hands while using my big battering ram to slowly stretch her out.

Eva, meanwhile, came to kneel beside me. She ran her hand up and down Naimh’s spine, almost tenderly caressing the Irish girl’s pale, freckled skin. She reached underneath to palm and squeeze one of Naimh’s swaying breasts, and then flashed an almost cocky smirk at me before leaning in to sear her lips across mine.

I let go of Naimh’s hips to wrap up Eva in my arms, clutching her close and kissing her with a ferocity that promised I would give her a turn soon enough. The horny hapa girl was the only one still dressed, having come to me without disrobing. But I was happy to help correct that situation by reaching down to start lifting up her shirt. And once she finished by tossing the garment over her head, I was quick to unsnap her bra and then duck my head to suckle at one of her swollen light-brown nipples. But after letting me mouth her mammaries for a minute, she grabbed my head and pulled me up to her again for a fierce kiss.

A minute after that, though, Eva pulled away from me by biting on my lower lip and tugging it with her just a bit until it snapped back, flashing me a saucy grin. I next looked down to find Belle’s booty waving at me. When I reached out to caress her ass, my horny “little sister” looked back at me over one shoulder, set her other shoulder down against the couch cushion, and reached back with both hands to spread her cheeks and expose her pink pussy. I was quick to take the invitation, pulling out of Naimh and pivoting to the left. And it was Eva who reached down to handle my member, feeding my mushroom head into Belle’s lewdly spread labia and then pushing on my lower back as if directing me to penetrate her.

But I had only just gotten my big dick re-buried to the hilt inside Belle’s buttery-smooth cunt when Naimh crooned her familiar note of pleasure at being penetrated. I glanced back in surprise to see that Eva had slipped two fingers into the redhead’s snatch while continuing to reach down with her right hand and maul Naimh’s mammaries. And Eva gave me a saucy wink as she added a third finger to the redhead’s cunt, and even started probing Naimh’s anus with her thumb.

It wasn’t the first time I’d seen Eva taking a more active role in the overall group sex dynamics. A little more than a week ago, Alice had first coaxed out Eva’s bisexual side and helped start her shift in attitude from “eh” to “enthusiastic”. I still didn’t think Eva attached any sort of emotional intimacy to the act of having sex with other girls. Rather, she seemed to have taken Alice’s whole bit about lesbian sex being an advanced form of masturbation to heart. It made her feel good, so she kept doing it. I thought there might even be a bit of a power-trip element to it - an adrenaline rush in making another girl cum. Or perhaps it was more closely related to the “performance Eva” part of her psyche that enjoyed putting on a show.

I knew she certainly enjoyed putting on a show for me.

In the meantime, I kept banging away, bouncing my pelvis off of Belle’s cute little booty. But then after a few minutes of fingerbanging, Eva leaned over to whisper in my ear that Neevie was primed for an orgasm, pushing the pretty redhead to the precipice of orgasm and even cueing me, “Wait for it… wait for it… annnd now!”

I abruptly pulled out of Belle to switch back, swiftly slamming my steel-hard schlong straight into Naimh’s soaking-wet snatch. My horny Head Girlfriend started screaming her satisfaction straight into Luna’s crotch while I drilled her with my big dick. But when I slammed forward one final time and groaned while feeling her cataclysmically clenching cunt convulse around my cock, I glanced around in surprise to find that Eva was nowhere in sight.

At least not at first. Thirty seconds later, the statuesque Hawaiian babe came strutting out of Sam’s room with a familiar object bouncing before her: Matty Junior. And she came to a stop right next to the couch with her hips tilted to one side and both hands on her slender waist, a cocky grin on her exotically angular face.

Like I said: Eva certainly enjoyed putting on a show.

****

“¡Chimada madre!”

“¡Ay, Dios mío!”

“¡Sigue jodiéndome, cabrón!”

“¡Fuerte! ¡Fuerte-fuerte-fuerte!”

Isabela was going absolutely apeshit beneath me. I wasn’t exactly sure what she was telling me in Spanish, but the gist definitely seemed to be encouragement to keep fucking her. She’d always been animated and vocal in her lovemaking, but there had been a strong difference in the way we fucked ever since that called-off nooner last Monday.

She kept her eyes on me, communicating directly how much she wanted to feel my big dick pounding her over and over and over again.

She growled into my ear and bit down on it while rasping how good it felt for me to fuck her. That nobody had ever fucked her like I did. How I was such an incredible stud to be able to pound her so hard and so well while satisfying an entire harem of big-titted babes at the same time.

It was a pretty nice ego trip.

I would never negatively refer to a woman as a slut, but I knew for a fact that Isabela had slept with more guys than any of the other BTC babes (perhaps even more guys than ALL of the other BTC babes combined, for all I knew). For her to moan in erotic ecstasy about how I was the best lover she’d ever had mid-coitus was quite a rush, and it spurred me on to continue bringing my A-game each and every time rather than simply go through the motions.

I loved her spicy scent. I relished the feeling of her lush, plush body beneath mine. And I reveled in the adrenaline-fueled excitement of bending her legs back so that she was folded in half beneath me, absolutely hammering her harder and harder and HARDER until she was seeing stars.

As her body started shuddering on the epic ascent to an apex of orgasmic energy, Isabela’s howling Spanish started melting together into an incoherent blend of unintelligible exclamations. She screamed at the top of her lungs, almost deafening in its intensity. And all of a sudden, she arched her back and shrieked loud enough to announce to the entire city block that she was cumming.

I roared and kept pounding her for as long as I could, maximizing her pleasure with no fear of cumming myself. And I kept riding her for as long as she kept quaking, until at last all that orgasmic energy was spent and she collapsed limply against the area rug beneath her back.

“Nnnggghhh…” Isabela groaned, her head lolling to the side with her eyes closed. I braced myself above her on my elbows rather than let myself completely collapse on her with my full weight. Her lifeless legs slipped off my shoulders, spreading out to the sides and getting hung up on my forearms. And after taking a few seconds to catch my breath, I looked down at the pleasantly slack-jawed expression on the lusty Latina’s face and realized…

… she’d passed out.

Isabela’s puffy lips were parted and her breathing was shallow and rapid as her unconscious body fought for oxygen. But as I continued watching her, her breathing slowed down and deepened, with an almost dreamy smile spreading across her face.

I chuckled to myself but refrained from continuing to hump her comatose form. Instead I slowly withdrew my throbbing dick from her soaking wet snatch, pausing only to nuzzle my nose in the vast mountain range of her cleavage and playfully lick her nipples before sitting back on my heels.

“Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!” Naimh was slumped in the armchair with her legs thrown over the sides while Eva slam-fucked the strap-on Matty Junior in and out of my Head Girlfriend’s cunt. When Eva glanced back and found me staring over at them, she stopped at full-depth and leaned in to quite obviously make out with the hot and horny redhead, using lots of tongue and really making a show of it.

Stretched out across the nearest couch, Belle and Luna were engaged in a slinky sixty-nine. Luna was on top, her face out of view between Belle’s skinny legs. But the rest of her body was in full view, with oodles of creamy bare skin to admire and slender, well-formed legs. She may have not had a big bubble butt, but Luna still had perky, round buttcheeks that simply begged to put your hands on. And although I’d never actually grab the lesbian girl’s ass, Belle of course was happy to hold onto those cheeks. And from my vantage point, I could see Luna’s crinkled starfish and cute little pink slit below, every so often obscured by Belle’s extended tongue as my little pixie undulated her head back and forth with her licking motions.

But after a second, Luna turned her head towards us, perhaps recognizing that she could no longer hear her girlfriend’s enthusiastic screams. She giggled as she looked down at us, asking, “Did she actually pass out from pleasure overload?”

“Evidently,” I replied with a shrug, unable to completely contain my shit-eating grin.

“Ooh, that looks tasty,” Belle pronounced after picking her head up and locking her gaze on my waving prick. My personal impish pixie pushed Luna off of her, bounced off the couch, and quickly climbed over me, pushing my chest back like a demanding brat until I was flat on my back so she could suck my dick. And my sexy “little sister” moaned as she savored the taste of Isabela’s orgasmic nectar still coating my shaft.

But Belle wouldn’t remain satisfied with merely sucking my dick for long. After slurping up whatever girlcum she could find, she quickly crawled up my body, held my big dick in her tiny hand, and kept it still so she could slowly sit down on me. Since I’d already fucked her twice before, her skin-peelingly tight snatch stretched around my thick girth with comparative ease, all the way until she was fully seated in my lap. But then to my surprise, she turned her head and called out, “Hey Eva! Come stick that thing in my ass!”

Eva stopped mid-fuck with Naimh, her eyes popping open wide. “Um, what?”

Belle giggled. “My ass! I think it’s finally time I got DP’d.”

I blinked. “Belle, are you sure? Can you even fit both me and Matty Junior at the same time?”

“One way to find out!” she merrily chirped.

“But your ass isn’t even prepped.”

My impish pixie shrugged. “Matty Junior’s nowhere near as thick as you, and I’m starting to get used to being stretched without needing to wear the plug.”

“Um, I guess…” I conceded while still looking concerned.

Belle turned back to Eva. “Just use lots of lube.”

“I got you, B,” Luna offered, retrieving the tube from underneath the couch and kneeling beside Belle. The skinny Latina girl smiled at both Belle and me, happy to be helpful as she popped the cap, squirted a healthy glob onto her slender fingers, and then started probing Belle’s backdoor.

“Mmm, can’t wait, Matty…” my little hellcat crooned. Her pale-green eyes were on fire as she slowly rocked forward and back in my lap, grinding her clit down against my pelvic bone and also pushing her butthole back against Luna’s fingers, although she didn’t move much so as to not dislodge either of us.

Naimh’s hand shot in the air. “I call ‘next’!”

“And I call ‘next’ after that,” Isabela added somewhat tiredly.

I turned in surprise to see Isabela propped up on one elbow, once again awake but looking just a bit worse for wear. I arched an eyebrow, asking, “I thought you didn’t do anal.”

Isabela smirked and replied in a somewhat thicker accent than usual, “I seem to remember saying I didn’t think I could fit your gigantic cock inside my tiny, little asshole. But the Matty Junior should be okay.”

Eva pulled completely out of Naimh at that point, standing up, putting her hands on her hips, and smirking down at us. From the fire in her eyes, I think she rather relished the opportunity to raid Belle’s rectum with her borrowed equipment.

Belle seemed to relish the opportunity as well, grinning at me as she said, “I still can’t believe Eva’s about to fuck me up the ass.”

“Everything you’ve fantasized about since you first met her?” I asked.

Belle shook her head and glanced back at the Hawaiian girl with a wink. “Not everything. I’m still waiting for her to let me slurp your creampie outta her sodden holes.”

Eva blushed, glanced down at her faux phallus, and then shrugged. “How about after you let me sodomize the hell outta you with this thing. Then I’ll let you slurp a creampie outta me and we’ll call it square.”

“Can I snowball his load back to you?” Belle asked excitedly.

Eva looked dubious. “Don’t press your luck just yet.”

Belle simply laughed. She kept right on laughing right up until Eva notched the business end of the blunt instrument at her backdoor. Then, Belle’s mouth gaped open wide while her eyes went a little cross-eyed in front of me, her tongue lolling out only inches in front of my face as the Matty Junior burrowed deeper and deeper into her bowels.

“HolyfuckingshitIfeelfull,” Belle babbled rapidly before taking a deep breath and groaning with an unexpectedly guttural depth of pitch. “ToobigtoobigtoobigholyfuckfuckFUCK!”

“Eva, slow down,” I urged. “Maybe you should stop.”

“No! Keep going! Fuckity-FUCK!” Belle grunted while clutching my shoulders. Her jaw was clenched and her eyes were tight. Sweat beaded my Baby Belle’s brow. Her pussy clamped down like a vise around my cock in pulses as I could tangibly feel her trying to relax and allow Eva’s entry but couldn’t help tensing up every few seconds as well. And she whimpered and moaned every inch of the way.

But at last Belle had accepted the complete length of the artificial cock into her colon, all while my steel-hard schlong still stretched out her tight twat. And my pint-sized pixie set her cheek down on my chest, the top of her head just beneath my chin while I cradled her closely.

“Hoooly fuck,” Belle breathed. “I really needed this specific kind of stress relief. I feel so fucking full. So fulfilled. This is definitely much better than thinking of Finals.”

“Aww, why’d you have to ruin it!” Naimh complained. “I’d JUST stopped thinkin’ ‘bou’me Finals!”

“Get Isabela to go down on you!” Belle groaned back.

“No offense,” the redhead said to Isabela, “but as much as I love the way you eat me out, it can’t compare to feeling what Belle’s feeling right now.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it,” Isabela replied with a shrug. “I’ve never been DP’d before.”

Belle popped her head up. “Really?”

Isabela shrugged again. “Never been with two guys at the same time before. And well, I’ve never even been with a guy AND a strap-on before. Hell, never been fucked by a strap-on!”

“I changed me mind,” Naimh pronounced. “Isabela can go next!”

****

The idea of getting Isabela a bunch of “firsts” injected fresh energy into the evening’s stress relief orgy. Belle could only stand so long being stretched out at both ends, so Eva and I wound up only double-pumping her for about a minute before she had us stop and told Eva to back out.

The girls then got Matty Junior all cleaned up and sanitized so Isabela could feel what it was like getting fucked by the faux phallus. And when Eva offered to let Naimh do the fucking, the redhead eagerly accepted.

Belle, meanwhile, was thoroughly wiped out and nearly fell asleep on my chest. But I lifted her off my dick, cradled her in my arms, and carried her over to the couch to cuddle in my lap, watching Isabela take the comfortable spot slouched in the armchair with her legs thrown over the armrests while Naimh eased her artificial erection into the dark-haired beauty’s well-fucked cunt.

Luna and Eva sat down side-by-side on the other couch, both watching with rapt attention to the lesbian coupling right next to them. But while Eva’s hand drifted between her legs to rub herself while voyeuristically enjoying the show, and Luna’s eyes glittered at the sight of her girlfriend getting fucked by another girl’s fake dick, neither girl made any move to touch each other.

At first, Naimh simply kept her borrowed equipment buried deep within the busty brunette’s wet box. She bent over to kiss the other girl, used her hands to fondle Isabela’s melons, and ran her lips and teeth along the Latina girl’s neck.

For her part, Isabela slid her hands up and down the freckled redhead’s sides and back. She mashed her face into the Irish girl’s freckled mammaries. And she even reached her hands around to grab Naimh’s ass, her fingertips gliding through my Head Girlfriend’s crack and buzzing her ass.

But once Naimh started pumping her faux phallus in and out of the pretty brunette’s pussy, their combined energy level dropped off a cliff. Isabela frowned, her eyebrows furrowed as she concentrated on the sensations. And after only a minute she reached up to stop Naimh’s fucking motions, shaking her head in the negative.

“Lo siento. It was worth a try, but I don’t like it. There’s nothing wrong with the way you’re fucking me, and I love the feel of your soft, feminine body on top of mine. But this?” Isabela wriggled her hips around the penetrating artificial prick. “This part just doesn’t do anything for me. It’s cold and lifeless and can’t compare to Matty’s big dick.”

Naimh smirked, pulled out her fake prick, and stood up. “No need to apologize to me. I can certainly agree there’s no comparison. We use Matty Junior just to feel something when he’s otherwise occupied. Better than nothing, yeah? But if you’re not feeling it, there’s no need to continue.”

Isabela nodded.

“You still wanna try the DP?” Luna asked curiously.

“¡Claro que sí!” Isabela confirmed enthusiastically. “I’m up for anything that involves me getting Matty’s big dick inside me again!”

Naimh waggled her hips, which made her borrowed equipment bounce around a bit. “You still wanna try Matty Junior up your butt? Or wouldja rather hav’ Matty stretchin’ out’yar sacred core?”

It took Isabela a second to realize the redhead was suggesting she try having my real dick reaming out her rectum, and her eyes went wide.

“Um…” she hedged, looking just a little bit scared. “One step at a time.”

****

¡Chimada madre!”

“¡Ay, Dios mío!”

“¡Espérame un minuto, cabrón!”

“¡Paso lento! ¡Lento-lento-lento!”

We did do things one step a time. I had sat back in the middle of the couch with my ass at the front edge of the cushion. I had welcomed Isabela into my lap, and she’d cooed with deep-rooted satisfaction as she sat herself down around my upright shaft. And she’d rode me up and down for a few minutes just to get worked up and relaxed and into a happy state of bliss before looking over at Luna and nodding her head.

For the second time tonight, Luna had coated up her fingers with lube to prep one of the girls for anal entry. Isabela had shivered against my chest as I stroked her spine. She hadn’t looked particularly excited - more nervous than anything - and I’d asked her if she wanted to stop. But she’d silently kissed me by way of answer and then pivoted her hips forward to expose her anus. So Naimh had stepped up with the Matty Junior and slowly inserted it into Isabela’s tight asshole.

There had been no Spanish curses or exclamations. Isabela had merely groaned into my mouth with an unexpectedly guttural depth of pitch. As the faux phallus had burrowed deeper and deeper into her bowels, she’d arched her back away from me. And for the second time tonight, I’d watched a girl go cross-eyed right in front of me while she felt a turgid tool thrusting up her tailpipe.

“Holyfuckingshitthatreallydoesfeelfull,” Isabela had babbled even before Naimh got every last inch inside. But she’d gritted her teeth and endured it all before collapsing against my chest after Naimh informed her she’d taken the whole thing.

Isabela’s first DP only lasted as long as her first strap-on sex (i.e. not very long at all). She was soaked with sweat and gasping for breath, clearly uncomfortable while sandwiched between me and Naimh. With her pussy impaled in my lap and Matty Junior skewering her from behind, she gamely tried to hump us both but could never really find the right rhythm. Then, she pretty much just hugged me and didn’t move, gritting her teeth while Naimh assaulted her ass. But in the end, she told the girls she could understand how they might enjoy feeling so completely full, but it just wasn’t her thing. So Naimh had pulled out and then Isabela climbed off my lap, looking rather worse for wear.

So you’ll understand my surprise when she’d turned to me and said, “Okay Matty. I want your dick in my ass now.”

I’d blinked and muttered in surprise, “Wait, what?”

“Sacred core, right Neevie?” Isabela had asked with only mild trepidation. “I figure Matty Junior stretched me out already. If I’m ever gonna try the real thing, now is the time.”

You already know how this went.

¡Chimada madre!”

She told me that translated to, ‘Motherfucker!’

“¡Ay, Dios mío!”

That one I already knew.

“¡Espérame un minuto, cabrón!”

‘Wait a minute, bastard!’

“¡Paso lento! ¡Lento-lento-lento!”

‘Go slower! Slow-slow-slow!’

So as it turned out, Isabela was wrong. She really could fit my verga gigantesco dentro su culo pequeñito. It took a long time and a lot of effort, much like most other first times trying to fit my gigantic cock into a girl’s tight asshole (except for my Mariangel obviously, and kinda Alice and Eva both come to think of it). But eventually I got balls-deep up Isabela’s butthole and she had me start banging away.

And she never stopped cursing.

“FUUUUCK! TOO FUCKING BIG! ¡CHIMADA MADRE! ¡TE DESPRECIO, CABRÓN! ¡DÉJAME EN PAZ! NO DON’T STOP! FUCK! KEEP GOING! KEEP GOING! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY AAASSSSSS!!!”

You’ll understand I felt like I was getting mixed messages. But keep going, I did.

I fucked Isabela’s ass.

She was braced against the backrest, her head bowed over the edge and her fingers white-knuckled as she held on for dear life. I stood on the floor behind her: flat-footed initially, but I raised my right foot onto the couch cushion for additional leverage when she went back to insisting that I hammer her harder.

Specifically, she screamed, “¡Fuerte-fuerte-fuerte!”

“Hooooly shit, Matty!” Belle crooned, fingerbanging herself with a fury on the armrest. “Pound her! Fucking pound that ass!”

“Fuck yeahhh…” Eva groaned from her spot seated right next to Belle. “This is sooo fucking hot! I never knew I’d be such a voyeur!”

“Hells yeah!” Belle agreed, impulsively reaching up with her left hand for a high five, which Eva actually obliged. Belle then stared at her open palm, wondering aloud with wide eyes, “Did we just become best friends?!”

Eva cackled and went back to buffin’ her muffin.

Meanwhile, Luna sat somewhat nervously in Naimh’s lap. My Irish girlfriend hugged Isabela’s girlfriend, stroking the brunette’s slender forearms and thighs reassuringly while Luna pensively watched Isabela for any signs of significant pain.

But while I couldn’t honestly tell you that Isabela looked comfortable, she definitely didn’t seem to be in any pain. And when she snaked a hand between her legs to rather vigorously rub her clit while simultaneously banging her own booty back and forth to meet my piledriving thrusts, I started to realize she was actually going to cum from getting assfucked.

“FFUUCCKK MMEE! FUCK MY ASSSS! FFFUUUCCCKKK MMMEEE! FFFUUUCCCKKK MMMEEE! FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK MMMMEEEE!!!” she howled.

“UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!” I grunted.

With a white-knuckled grip on Isabela’s shapely hips, I yanked her body back against my driving thrust, blasting my pelvis against her bodacious booty as hard as humanly possible in an effort to drive my dick deeper into her anal depths than it had ever gone before. Her right hand was between her legs, and her left arm had buckled so that she was chest-down against the backrest. My last plunge, however, knocked her a little off-balance so that she started sliding over to the left.

I tried to hold her up, but Isabela had no strength left in her body. She wound up collapsing face-first into the cushions next to us, and her left knee also slipped off the couch and onto the floor. Ultimately, we ended up in a really awkward position with Isabela’s left knee on the floor but her right leg bent at the knee atop the couch cushions. Her left hand was braced on the floor but her chest was still on the couch with her right hand reaching up to hold the top of the backrest. And while I perhaps could’ve stopped drilling her now gaping asshole like an out-of-control oil derrick, I sensed that she was on the precipice of Ultimate Climax™ and didn’t want to lose the momentum.

So I kept hammering that heinie.

And Isabela came.

“AY! AY! AY! AY! AAAAAAYYYYYY!!!” she screamed at near sonic-boom intensity.

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!!!” I grunted as I slammed forward as far as I could. I was beyond caring of anything else at the moment, my entire consciousness consumed with the cataclysmic surge of energy exploding in my brain as my erection erupted a diluvial torrent of jism straight through her orgasmically spasming sphincter.

Over and over again I fired away, really cramming her colon full of all my creamy cum. My buttocks clenched, my abs crunched, and I gasped as my remaining breath left me… along with all my remaining energy… and all my remaining sperm.

And then I collapsed across Isabela’s sweaty back, my sweaty chest smearing against it while my still spurting cock emptied out the dregs through her perpetually pulsing pucker.

Wiped out from the force of her orgasm, Isabela wheezed breathlessly, and my heavy weight probably didn’t help her in that regard. But we both eventually started to catch our breath while remaining right where we were: completely wiped out with my still-hard shaft remaining completely embedded in her cum-soaked bowels.

Isabela found her voice first, muttering, “¡Dios mío, Matty! I can’t believe we just did that.”

“I can barely believe it myself.”

“Was it good for you?” she asked. “Did you enjoy fucking my virgin asshole?”

“Wait, what?” I picked my head up in surprise. “Your virg-- You’d never done that before?”

“Never.”

“But you talked about--”

“I’ve talked about it, sure,” she muttered. “I don’t mind spinning fantasies about it because I know guys get really turned on at the idea of fucking a girl’s asshole. And I’ve had toys in there before - vibrators and the like. But no, I never worked up the nerve to go through with it with a man’s thick dick until tonight.”

“I… u-um…” I stammered for a second before collecting myself and stating almost formally, “I’m honored.”

Isabela snorted and reached back with one hand to cradle my head. “‘I’m honored’? Really? Matty, sometimes you’re too much of a gentleman for your own good.”

“Your virgin asshole was incredible, Izzy,” I stated seriously, with much more confidence. “I loved every second of hammering the hell out of your heinie and feeling your tight cornhole wrapped around my cock.”

“Better,” she stated approvingly while patting my cheek. “And you keep calling me ‘Izzy’.”

“Sorry. Habit.”

“I know. All of the BTC girls like their nicknames.”

“But you prefer ‘Isabela’.” I winced. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s growing on me. Especially when it comes from you, chero.” Isabela leaned back over her shoulder to somewhat tenderly kiss my lips. “‘Izzy’ it is then. I’ll be ‘Izzy’ for you.”

****

“Well look what the cat dragged in…” Skylar drawled, her English accent sounding less severe and more casually welcoming when paired with a winning smile. By now it was routine for me to come spend Tuesday lunchtimes at her apartment, and after opening her apartment door for me, she immediately opened her arms.

“I don’t look that bad anymore, do I?” I replied while stepping in for our customary hug.

“Not at all.” She chuckled and shook her head before patting my shoulder. As she returned to her living room, she looked back over her shoulder, adding, “You’re looking pretty hale and hearty, actually. Are the girls finally giving you a break?”

“Uh, not exactly.” I shrugged and shut the door, thinking back over last night’s epic five-girl study break that ended with me cornholing the hell out of Isabela’s virgin asshole. Eva then spent the night with me since she actually didn’t get fucked the whole time, and I’d spent the morning with her making love.

Skylar read me like a book. “Are Isabela and Eva spending more time with you than ever?”

I blushed and nodded my admission.

The blonde gave me a wry grin. “Wasn’t the whole idea to cut down on the amount of time and effort you were spending on the girls outside of your romantic relationships? Instead, you invited Isabela and Luna to be a more consistent presence in The BTC. And are you still claiming Eva’s not a girlfriend now?”

“Eva’s not a girlfriend,” I insisted seriously. “We’re not like that.”

“If you say so…” Skylar went to take a seat at her dining table where a salad and a glass of ice water were waiting for her. As usual, there was also a glass of ice water waiting for me, along with an empty plate.

I set down my takeout bag next to the glass, sat down in my seat, and smiled to her in thanks before fishing into my bag to retrieve my wrapped burger and set it down on the empty plate.

“So how are you doing it?” Skylar asked while scooping up her fork. “How are you managing to keep up? Especially with Finals coming up next week?”

“Frequent stress relief,” I quipped with a shit-eating grin.

Skylar’s eyebrows arched at my innuendo. She took her eyeglasses off and started rubbing her right temple with her thumb. “Weren’t you supposed to be cutting back on that, Mr. I’m-getting-too-much-sex talking to a girl who hasn’t gotten laid in months?”

I chuckled and then apologized, “Sorry, I usually know better than to joke about that stuff with you. I never meant to rub it in.”

She waved me off dismissively, sighed, and then put her glasses back on. “Don’t worry about me. But seriously: how can you look so… well, hale and hearty? Especially after looking so haggard just two weeks ago?”

I waggled my head and thought about it. “Well, I suppose that physically, nothing’s really changed, while emotionally I’m less angsty about everything. It’s all about attitude. My mental health is better. I don’t feel like I’m just going through the motions anymore. There’s that saying: ‘If you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life.’”

“And you love having sex,” Skylar drawled with a smirk.

I grinned. “Is there a reason why I shouldn’t love it?”

“Well you seemed to not love it so much two weeks ago.”

“Like I said: it’s all about attitude. Two weeks ago, I didn’t feel any kind of connection with Isabela and felt obligated to… well… to ‘service her’ in order to support her friendships with the other girls, and Belle in particular. But we talked and she’s made a greater effort to be part of The BTC and spend actual quality time with me. She’s always been playful and vivacious, but she’s been more tender lately and goes out of her way to make sure I don’t feel like she’s just using me for sex.”

“That’s great.”

“And Eva’s been doing such a good job of integrating with the girls the past week. I told you she opened up to them to share what happened between her and her ex-boyfriend. She’s letting down her walls and letting them in.” I sighed and gave Skylar a broad smile. “So that’s two major things that have changed in the last couple of weeks that aren’t stressing me out so much anymore.”

Skylar gave me an equally broad smile. “I’m glad to hear it.”

“The frequency with which I’m having sex is about the same as it always was. The girls have their needs and I’ve always done my best to satisfy those.”

The blonde arched an eyebrow. “But when you add more girls to the mix, the volume of those ‘needs’ goes up, doesn’t it?”

“Well now that’s the beautiful part about them having relationships with each other.” I smirked rather smugly. “The way it actually works out, having extra girl partners means that everyone satisfies each other - and with more variety, to boot - and I actually have less work to do.” I shrugged and added rather smugly. “And it’s been an amazing stress relief the past week or so.”

“Stop rubbing it in,” Skylar scolded.

“Sorry, sorry,” I muttered at first. Arching an eyebrow, I then added, “But what happened to, ‘Don’t worry about me?’”

“You’re right,” Skylar sighed, leaning back in her chair. “I did tell you not to worry about me.”

“But now I’m worrying about you.” I sat up straight, my meal momentarily forgotten as I scrutinized Skylar’s appearance. At home, she wore her customary sweatpants and a baggy shirt that rendered her an amorphous blob rather than show off her generous curves. But beyond that, I noted what looked like dark circles under her eyes and her honey-blonde hair was limp and tied back in a functional bun. In a word, Skylar looked… tired. And leaning forward, I set my elbows on the table and gave Skylar a serious look. “Is everything alright?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” she said dismissively. “Perhaps I have some of that ‘going through the motions’ feeling myself nowadays.”

“Gloomy weather. Finals around the corner.”

“Contract work deadlines, papers to grade, my own classes to study for: all coming to a head at the same time,” she muttered. “I’m used to it, of course. My fifth year doing the same shite, although the contract work and T.A.’ing are new.”

“They’re unexpected burdens, I’m sure.”

“Well there’s no way I could ever say choosing to take contract work and applying for a T.A. position made those burdens unexpected.”

“‘Unprepared for’?” I suggested. “Intellectually, you thought you knew what you were getting into, but the reality of facing down these final weeks of the semester with so many things piling on top of each other is a little more than you realized it would be?”

Skylar gave me a rueful smile. “You’re not wrong.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Could prob’bly use summa’tha stress relief you were talkin’bout,” she muttered before her eyes popped open wide in surprise. And before I could say anything in response, she held a hand up and said hurriedly, “Tha’s not wha’I meant.”

I raised both hands deferentially and nodded, biting my tongue rather than reply that I’d be happy to help her out. Instead, I stated carefully, “You’ve got more than enough on your plate to deal with and complicating our friendship would only add to that. In fact, me being here twice a week taking up your lunch hour probably doesn’t help. I can leave and let you get back to your work.”

“No, stay, please,” she insisted. “I’ve been working all morning and I’ll be working all afternoon. I’m allowed to take a lunch break, and I’d rather take a break with company than without. My social life is in the shitter enough without you walking out on me.”

“I’m sorry. I never meant to suggest I’d walk out on you.” I held my hands out to her. “But let’s turn this around for a minute. You’ve been my confidante all semester, listening to all my problems and offering your advice. Even if I’m ‘just a kid’, I’d be more than happy to listen to you and return the favor.”

Skylar smiled but shook her head. “I appreciate the offer, but there’s nothing more that really needs to be said. Contract work deadlines, papers to grade, my own classes to study for: there’s nothing you can do about any of those. And there’s nothing in my social life to talk about, either, other than my complete lack of one.”

“Then come over to the house, do your work there, and socialize with the girls a bit,” I suggested. “You know Neevie would love to have you come hang out with us, and the others would all welcome you as well.”

Skylar smirked. “Wouldn’t that cramp your style? I don’t want the girls to skip having their ‘study breaks’ just because I’m around.”

I snorted. “What makes you think they wouldn’t start up a study break just because you’re around? Knowing them, they’d start up one on purpose just to try and tempt you into joining in.”

“Well then you’ve given me a reason to NOT come hang out at your house.”

I winced. “I suppose.”

“Try not to look so disappointed.”

I blinked at first, but then my eyes went wide at the implication, and I stammered defensively, “N-n-no! If I looked disappointed, it was disappointment over you not coming to hang out with us at the house. Not disappointment over… uh… I mean, you’ve always said that’s not our relationship.”

“It’s not, it’s not,” she confirmed with a sigh and a rueful shake of her head. Was it just me, or did she look rather disappointed herself? “We’re friends, Matty. And I like having you for a friend.”

“I like having you for a friend,” I replied earnestly.

My stomach chose that moment to growl.

Skylar laughed. “Of course, I’m not being a good friend right now - keeping a man from his meal. Eat. Please.” She gestured forward to my food and followed suit herself by spearing several lettuce and spinach leaves with her fork.

I went ahead and unwrapped my burger, and then took a few bites. I also dumped out my fries on the empty plate and slid it forward a few inches so that the fries themselves would be within Skylar’s reach. She smirked, gave me a look that plainly said, ‘Stop tempting me.’ And then she grabbed two fries and popped them in her mouth.

A few minutes later, she grabbed several more.

I was halfway through my burger when Skylar set down her fork and sighed. She stared out the window a bit, shaking her head, and then glanced back at me.

Feeling the intensity of her gaze, I glanced up from my burger and met her eyes, finding myself surprised at the smoldering intensity I saw in them. Unsure of how to react, I didn’t react other than to raise my eyebrows expectantly.

Skylar sighed, furrowed her eyebrows, and then stated quietly, “You’ve been a good friend, Matty. Thank you for that.”

I shrugged and shook my head. “I feel like I’ve done very little in this friendship other than take up space in your apartment and whine about all my problems to you.”

“I’m sure you’d be happy to let me take up space in your house and whine about all my problems to you in return.”

I nodded and replied sincerely, “I would.”

Skylar looked pensive, her eyes tight as she seemed to be seriously considering that offer. So I set my burger down and leaned forward, planting my elbows on the table and clasping my hands together.

“I know life has been tough on you lately,” I began earnestly. “I don’t know all the details because you’ve been hesitant to share them, and I’m not the kind of guy who would ever pressure you about them. But I really would like to do whatever I can to help you. I know you see me as ‘just a kid’ sometimes, but I’ve told you again and again that maturity isn’t measured solely in years walking on Planet Earth.”

Skylar pursed her lips and looked thoughtful.

“If you want to talk about your problems, you know I’d love to listen,” I continued, not wanting to lose the momentum. “If you need a second pair of eyes to proofread one of your tech docs before you turn it in, I’d be happy to come over and review it. I don’t think I’m allowed to look at the papers you’re grading as a T.A., but I’d like to think I’m a smart guy and could maybe help you study for your regular classes. And if you’re feeling isolated and alone, come over to the house and hang out. I’ll talk to the girls and make them promise not to start up a ‘study break’ while you’re with us.”

The beautiful blonde glanced at the plate of fries between us, and the corners of her lips tugged upwards a bit.

“And what if I want to be tempted a little bit?” she asked softly.

I blinked in surprise and sat up straight, unclasping my hands and setting them flat on the table.

Sensing that she’d perhaps gone too far, Skylar shook her head and exhaled slowly while turning her gaze to the window. “Perhaps it would be best if I found a no-strings-attached fuckbuddy for the kind of stress relief you keep talking about. The kind of guy who’d never ask me to spend any quality time with them and be happy just to receive an occasional booty call. I’ve no shortage of suitors on a campus like this.”

“I’m sure you don’t.” I chuckled. “Not with a figure like yours.”

Skylar blushed briefly at the compliment and looked back at me. “So you think I should do it?”

I shrugged and nodded. “Speaking from personal experience, I do think getting a little stress relief at a time like this would do wonders for improving your mood.”

Skylar’s eyes glittered. “I find myself wondering if you might be right.”

“Then go for it,” I encouraged. “Enjoy yourself a little.”

Skylar coolly evaluated my expression. “You wouldn’t be jealous?”

I frowned. “Why would I be jealous? You’re not my girlfriend. You’re allowed to whatever boyfriends and girlfriends and lovers you wish.”

Skylar’s eyes tightened, and I couldn’t tell whether or not she was disappointed in my lack of jealousy. “In my experience, guys tend to feel a certain… possessiveness… over their female friends, even if that isn’t their relationship. Kind of an, ‘-I- like her, so therefore no other guys are allowed to have her.’”

“That sounds patently unfair.”

“Since when did fairness have anything to do with it?”

“I’m not like that,” I insisted before conceding, “The girls I’m with? Yes, I’d absolutely be jealous over them.”

“Even the ones who aren’t officially your girlfriends? Eva? Isabela?” Skylar looked curious. “I seem to recall asking if you’d be conflicted about Isabela spending time with another guy, and you said she was a free spirit welcome to do as she pleases.”

I shrugged. “I guess that’s a little more complicated now, given that Isabela and I have been getting closer lately. But at the end of the day, if seeing other guys would make her happy, I’d be perfectly alright with it.”

Skylar considered that.

I planted my elbows on the table and leaned forward, stating seriously, “I’ve talked to you about all of my relationships with the girls. You know that at the end of the day, I want them all to be happy. Just like I want you to be happy, Skylar. Do I like you? Yes. Have I thought about what our relationship might be like if it ever turned physical? Yes. But we’re friends. Just friends. I hold no claim over you, and if you wanted to find a booty call kind of guy to give you some stress relief right before Finals, I’d never be jealous about it.”

“You really mean that?”

“I think you know I do.”

She nodded slowly, and after a moment’s thought, she took a deep breath and sighed. “You’re a really good friend, Matty.”

“Thanks.”

“And the thought of finding a booty call does have merit - the kind of guy who would never ask me to spend extra time that I don’t have and just be happy to receive an occasional booty call whenever the urge struck me.”

“Then go for it,” I repeated encouragingly.

Skylar sighed. “But unfortunately, I’m a little like you. I can’t hook up with just anyone and truly enjoy myself. Without some kind of emotional connection, I’d just be going through the motions.”

I held my hands up. “I can understand that.”

The beautiful blonde then got up from her chair and scooted around, taking a seat on the table right next to my plate. She stared down at me with the same kind of smoldering intensity she’d shown before, and I felt my heartbeat suddenly quicken in surprise.

“But you and I already have an emotional connection, don’t we? I can tell you care about me, Matty. You’re a really great guy.”

“Uhhh, thank you?” I replied nervously, unable to keep my voice from squeaking at the end.

“With five other girls to take care of, you’d never burden me with demands for quality time. I already have first-hand accounts from girls I believe that you’re incredible in bed. In fact…” Skylar’s hand slid up my shoulder as she leaned forward. She’d been wearing a baggy t-shirt with a wide neck, and as she bent over, that neckline hung down away from her chest, giving me an up-close view of her incredible cleavage. “… you just might be exactly what I’ve needed for a long, long time.”

“Skylar…” I began hesitantly, dragging my gaze up from her tits to her light-blue eyes looking radiantly moist as she stared down at me. “Are you sure this is--”

I never finished that sentence as Skylar suddenly stood up from the table and turned to walk away. My heart was pounding, and it felt like my hands were shaking. And from the way Skylar’s breathing was labored while she clutched her forearms, it seemed the same was true for her as well.

I half-expected her to walk all the way into her bedroom to run away from me - to run away from what she’d almost done with me. But she only got a few steps before stopping with her back still to me, and I watched her shoulders sag as she bent her head forward.

“You’re a good friend, Matty,” she muttered to the floor with a tone of resignation.

It took me a second to gather my bearings, and for some reason I found it hard to breathe. But eventually I found my voice and replied gently, “I’m glad you think so.”

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, her tight neck and shoulder muscles relaxing as she did so. The sensation of thick, cloying air in the room seemed to dissipate as well, and I found it easier to breathe.

After a few moments, Skylar finally turned back to give me a brave smile and said, “It’s barely past noon, but it feels like it’s been a long day already. I’m gonna go take a shower to freshen up.”

“Oh,” I said in surprise. “Yeah, sure.”

Skylar’s smile was still tight, and her expression was torn when she turned away from me and walked across the living room. She went straight into the bathroom, and from my vantage point I could see her reflection in the mirror lean over to turn on the faucet and pull the little plug to start the shower. Seconds later, she turned around and the bathroom door closed…

… but it didn’t latch.

There was no mistaking the way the bathroom door cracked open an inch or two and then stopped, leaving a sliver of light. Whether Skylar had left the door that way on purpose or on accident, I had no idea.

And I wasn’t entirely sure what to do.

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