BTC: Chapter 17 (Posting Version)

-- CHAPTER 17: Tahoe III --

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A stray beam of sunlight woke me up. The curtains had been shut, but there was a half-inch of space between them, and at this very time on this very date, the sun’s rays came through at just the right angle to hit me right in the eyes.

I didn’t want to get up yet. Yeah, the sun was up, but this was our day to sleep in, and besides, I was spooned up behind the most gorgeous girl in the world.

The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against her back, covered only by a thin layer of cotton. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my left hand reflexively squeezed the large breast I was currently palming as my left arm snaked beneath her pillow to hold her from the opposite side. My right hand firmed up over her hip, gently holding her in place while I reflexively ground my erection into her panty-covered ass. Breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her coppery red hair, smelling her sweet fragrance. And all I could think in that moment was, I wish I could wake up like this every morning.

Part of me wanted to wake her up and start up a fresh round of lovemaking, but the better part of me figured I shouldn’t. It WAS early, and this was our day to sleep in. And just because that stupid ray of light woke me up didn’t mean I should disturb Naimh’s slumber. So I stopped hot-dogging her ass, settled myself down, and tried to drift off back to sleep.

Unfortunately, nature called about five minutes later. My morning wood went away, and the urge to have sex was replaced by a tremendous urge to pee. Regretfully, I had to let go of Naimh’s big breast and slip my arm out from underneath her pillow. Rolling back, I managed to slide out of bed without waking her and left the room to go to the one shared bathroom for the whole cabin.

When I emerged from the bathroom, I noticed that the living room was not empty. Sam sat in her armchair with a mug of fresh coffee, staring out the window. When I took a step, the floorboard creaked beneath my weight, and she glanced over at me, a warm smile spreading across her face.

At first, I meant to just say “hello”, slip back into bed, and spoon together with Naimh. But even as I returned Sam’s smile, I found myself bothered by what I’d just seen. I remembered what Mari had said the night she’d given me her virginity, about Sam’s mask falling away and her true face coming out. Well I’d seen Sam’s true face clear as day in the light coming through the window, and it was a face of deep sorrow.

So instead of going back into my room, I padded softly into the living room. Sam’s smiling mask was still up as I approached. I leaned over her armchair, bent forward, and gave her a sweet kiss. Inhaling sharply, she held my head and kissed me back fervently, longingly, but I started chuckling at her hunger and pulled back, saying, “Lemme get some coffee and then we’ll continue.”

Sam had made a whole pot, so all I had to do was pour myself a mug and return. There was no space to join her on the armchair, so I took a seat on the nearest couch and sat back. I patted the seat beside me, and Sam got out of her armchair, bringing both her coffee and the blanket she’d had across her lap. Settling in beside me and allowing me to tuck her underneath my arm, she spread the blanket over both of us and puckered up to resume our little makeout session.

I kissed her warmly, but not passionately. I didn’t want to start something that would lead to sex right here on the couch or anything, and when she pulled back, I gave her a serious look and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Sam blinked at me a couple of times and frowned. “Why would you think something was wrong?”

I shrugged. “It’s our day to sleep in and yet you’re out here, staring out the window, deep in though and not looking too happy about it.”

“I’m fine, and I could say the same for you.”

I shrugged. “Woke up and had to pee. I’d have gone back to bed except you looked like you could use a hug.” I squeezed her for emphasis.

“I’m fine,” she insisted.

I just stared her down, a skeptical look on my face.

She cracked first, pursing her lips and turning away from me abruptly. “It’s nothing.”

“I don’t know what it is, but I know it’s not ‘nothing’.”

“It’s nothing,” she insisted.

“Okay well now I know it’s about me.”

Sam whipped her head back around to me, her expression as good of a confirmation as any, and I sighed.

“Please tell me this isn’t about me choosing a favorite BTC girl.”

She shook her head. “Doesn’t matter. I already know it’s not me.”

“I don’t have a favorite.”

“Don’t you?” Sam arched an eyebrow and extended her chin forward in the direction of the master bedroom I had shared last night with Naimh.

“I don’t choose favorites. I love you all.”

“That’s a politician’s answer, or a parent’s answer when they tell you they don’t have a favorite child. They do.”

I frowned. “You’ve got two older siblings, right?”

Sam pursed her lips and looked away again.

I searched my memory and finally snapped my fingers. “Rachael’s a senior in college, and John is in medical school.”

Sam shook her head in the negative. “Your memory is a year behind. John already graduated; he’s a resident in Boston. Rachael’s in her first year at Stanford Med.”

I smiled. “Two doctors in the family. Your parents must be proud.”

“Proud of them, maybe. They’re gonna be disappointed when they don’t get a third.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I’m not as smart as they were.”

“You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for. You’re certainly smarter than me. And is that what this is about? You’ve spent a lifetime in the shadow of your successful older siblings and you’re feeling like you don’t measure up?”

“Don’t armchair psychoanalyze me, Dr. Freud.”

I raised both hands momentarily before wrapping her up in a hug. “No psychoanalysis. Just love.”

She pursed her lips and resisted my embrace for a moment, but eventually gave in and let me hug her. She set her head down on my shoulder and sighed. Eventually, she took a deep breath and muttered, “It’s not that I feel like I don’t measure up. It’s that I don’t really know what to DO.”

“Don’t know what to do about what? Is it something I can help with?”

Sam looked up at me sadly, shook her head, and set it back down on my shoulder. “Not when my ‘nothing’ is entirely ABOUT you. It’s you I don’t know what to do about.”

I thought about that for a moment, parsing her words and trying to understand their meaning.

“Everything’s just gotten so crazy over the last few months, and I know a lot of it is my fault,” she explained. “In a way, I liked things when they were so much simpler. The six of us teased you, flirted with you, but never actually did anything substantial. If things had stayed that way until the end of the year, we could have parted as friends and never had any regrets.”

I frowned and looked down at her. “You saying we can’t still part as friends and not have regrets?”

She rolled her eyes up to me. “The friends part, I’m trying really hard to maintain. But there are already regrets.”

“Like what?”

“I never should have taken your virginity, for one.”

I blinked. “Oh.”

“For one thing, that was the big line that could never be uncrossed. If I hadn’t done that, maybe Alice wouldn’t have left. Maybe we’d still be the same BTC I loved for the last few years. Maybe we’d all still be teasing you while getting backrubs on Matty’s Chair and nothing more than that.”

“Maybe someone else would’ve crossed the line and we’d still be exactly where we are today. Only then you wouldn’t have been my special first, the one I’ll remember for the rest of my life.”

Sam looked up at me, and I gave her such a warm smile that she couldn’t help but lean in and let me kiss her again.

“I meant what I said back then,” I told her sincerely. “I don’t regret it in the slightest. You were my Venus, my Aphrodite. Still are.”

She pursed her lips. “But not your favorite.”

I sighed. “I don’t HAVE a favorite.”

“Yes you do. It’s whoever goes LAST. Zofi’s got the right idea. By accident, she figured out the male psyche better than anyone else.”

“Zofi?” I asked in confusion.

Sam sighed. “Last night, while Neevie was screaming, ‘Fuck my arse, fuck my arse, fuck my arse’ at the top of her lungs, Zofi and I got to talking. I wound up thinking I made a huge mistake taking your cherry. In this race, it seems that the last one wins.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “I’m not following.”

Sam shrugged. “You’re a guy. Underneath the safe, nice guy exterior… you’re still a guy. You’re patient and kind and pretty damn amazing, but you’re still male, which means that you get distracted by whatever shiny bauble passes by.”

My furrowed eyebrows didn’t rise. “I’m still not following.”

“Okay, well then maybe you’re not so awesome.”

I chuckled and pecked her forehead. “I’m trying here.”

“I know you are. The POINT is: your favorite is always gonna be the one you have immediately in front of you. And the one you want is always gonna be the one you haven’t had YET. Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you were making out with Mari on the couch during the movie while I was riding you. I saw the look in your eyes when we took off that sleep mask on Saturday and you realized Zofi was blowing you. I see the way you look at her now that you’ve already bagged the other four of us.”

I frowned. “I’m not in love with Zofi, not remotely.”

Sam shrugged. “Didn’t say you were. I just meant that she’s the one you want the most now, because she’s the only one you haven’t had yet.”

I looked away, waggled my head, and said, “Okay, the horny male part of me definitely wonders what sex with Zofi would be like, and the unknown will always be enticing. But that doesn’t mean Zofi’s my favorite or anything like that.”

“No, like I said: Your favorite is always the one you’re with, right in front of you. It’s in your nature. When Mari first let you suck on her nipples while jacking you off, she was your favorite right then. When Belle first gave you a blowjob, she was your favorite. And when I first fucked you, I was your favorite.”

I frowned. “I think you’re somehow trying to define the word ‘favorite’ as ‘whoever just gave me an orgasm’. But it doesn’t work that way.”

“You saying I wasn’t your favorite when I gave you a blowjob on the mountain? And that Neevie wasn’t your favorite when she let you fuck her ass last night?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. I told you: I don’t pick favorites.”

“And I told you: I believe that as much as I believe it when my parents tell me they don’t have a favorite child.”

I didn’t respond immediately, other than to raise both eyebrows. Sam shook her head and turned away from me again. I took a deep breath, collecting my thoughts while Sam stared out toward the window collecting hers as well. But eventually, she spoke first.

“Who do you think is the prettiest in the BTC?” she asked out of the blue, turning back to face me.

“WHAT?”

“It’s not me then. If it was me, you would’ve just told me.”

“I’m not picking favorites.”

“You think it’s Neevie, of course. I mean, the way you always look at her? Please. She’s gorgeous.”

“You know you’re gorgeous too.”

Her eyes dimmed a little. “But is that all that there is to me? A hot body and nothing else?”

“You’re my friend.”

Tears immediately came into Sam’s eyes as she looked away from me. But she turned back to face me just as suddenly, asking, “Will I ever be MORE than a friend? Could you even consider me as your girlfriend?”

“We have The Rule specifically to--”

“Do you love me?” she cut me off.

“Sam, I--”

“It’s a simple question,” she cut me off again. “Do you love me?”

Sensing a trap, I nevertheless replied, “Yesss…”

“Do you love me as much as you love Belle?”

I pursed my lips and shook my head. “Belle’s different. She’s--”

“Like your little sister, uh-huh, I got the memo already,” Sam cut me off again. “Do you love me as much as you love Neevie?”

I frowned. “You’re trying to make me pick favorites again.”

“Do you?”

“Sam, I--”

“Do you love her more because she let you fuck her ass?”

“I’m not--”

“You know yesterday, on the mountain, I said, ‘I love you’ like ten seconds after you came in my mouth. You know what you immediately said back to me?”

“‘Love you, too’?”

“Exactly. And yet right now when I ask, your answer is completely different.”

“No it isn’t. You asked if I loved you and I said ‘yes’.”

“Your TONE was completely different.”

“Well the circumstances are completely different.”

“I know. I didn’t have your dick in my mouth ten seconds ago. And you know what that tells me?”

I winced. “What?”

Sam raised both eyebrows. “That your love for me IS dependent on the stuff I can do for you.”

“Sam--”

“No, don’t apologize for it. It’s okay. That’s just how the world works. When I get straight A’s, my parents love me more. If I don’t get into med school, they won’t love me as much. I don’t ask them to apologize for it. That’s just reality.”

“Sam, please. I’m sorry if you feel that--”

Throwing the blanket off our laps, my Aphrodite sprang off the couch and took two steps away from me. “I told you, don’t apologize. If there’s one thing I really do hate about you, it’s that you’re always saying sorry for things you don’t need to say sorry for.”

I bit my lip before saying I was sorry, but she seemed to sense that impulse in me and raised her eyebrows expectantly. Instead, I gave her a serious look and said, “I DO love you. You will ALWAYS be special to me.”

“I’m only ‘special’ because I got your cherry. If Alice had gotten there first and I’d been second, SHE’D be the special one you’d remember for the rest of your life. See? Conditional love.”

“Sam, I--”

“Don’t apologize!” she warned me.

“I wasn’t going to apologize.”

“Because you don’t need to. This is just the way it is. And I’d appreciate if you stop trying to convince me it isn’t. This isn’t about my parents, and it’s not even about you and me. Right now, I just need to sort out in my head what I really want most from life, and what I’m willing to do to get it.”

“And what do you really want?”

“I want YOU, you stupid blockhead! I want to love you and be with you and have you all to myself!” Sam thrust her arms at me. “The only problem is, there are at least two other girls in this very house who want you too, if not all four of them, and maybe five if I count Alice. But I ALSO want to keep my friends, and THAT’S why I wound up sitting here all alone way too fucking early in the morning wondering what the hell I should DO!”

Belle’s voice cut in, saying, “That’s exactly what the rest of us want, too.”

I whipped my head behind me and over to the stairs, where Belle sat quietly about halfway up. Mari was still up in the loft itself, but was leaning over the railing.

“I want Matty, that’s clear,” Naimh stated evenly from the doorway to the master bedroom, causing me to turn my head over the opposite shoulder. “But not at the expense of the BTC. I love him. I’ve been in love with him since I met him. But you’re my best friends, and I SWORE I would never betray you.”

Zofi stepped away from the doorway to the second bedroom, wrapped up Sam in a warm hug and physically pulled her over to the couch before dumping both herself and Sam beside me, with Sam in the middle so I could hug the blonde as well.

Sam endured our hugs, hanging her head down and taking deep breaths. But eventually she picked her head up and twisted around to look at the others. “I’m sorry we woke you,” she mumbled rather despondently.

Naimh shrugged as she came over to us. “Walls are thin. Not your fault.”

Sam sighed. “I’m sorry for even thinking of taking him away from the rest of you.”

“Weren’t you just telling him not to apologize for things that are just the way they are?” Belle chided as she came down the stairs. “You didn’t say a thing that we haven’t all thought at one point or another. Thankfully, I know we’re all smart enough to judge our friends by their actions, not their fantasies.”

“And we’re BEST friends,” Zofi said encouragingly while hugging Sam tightly, “which means we TALK to each other about our feelings and work together to find solutions instead of burying those feelings and letting them fester. Right?”

Sam had moisture in her eyes as she nodded. “Right.” She hugged Zofi back.

I wrapped my arms around both of them. Naimh joined the pile a moment later, and then Belle and Mari as well.

We were the BTC. We’d work it out.

****

The plan had been to sleep in, have breakfast, and then walk down to the snowy beach to build snowmen. We didn’t do any of that stuff, at least not right away, not even breakfast.

The group hug and the ensuing discussion had been quite cathartic. In many ways, it wasn’t so different from that afternoon when Alice crawled into my lap, started making out with me, and asked with deadly seriousness if I was in love with her, and then one-by-one the other girls all did the same. The purpose had been to get all of our cards on the table, for everyone to honestly express their feelings, and as far as I could tell, everyone did exactly that.

At least I didn’t have to worry about accidentally revealing most of the secrets Mari had told me that night. The girls said those things themselves.

Belle told her fantasies of marrying the boy next door and never feeling alone again for the rest of her life, which contrasted with the sexual joy she’d found in watching me fucking everyone else. Sam knew Belle was a voyeur, of course, but had actually kept secret that Belle had been hiding in the closet for that first encounter. The girls got a laugh out of that when Belle admitted what she’d done. And Naimh admitted it was a relief to hear Belle say aloud that she’d rather watch me fucking everyone than keep me all to herself.

Naimh admitted to fantasizing about being my one and only girlfriend, to which all four of the others collectively said, “We know.” Naimh blushed bright pink, for some reason thinking she’d done a good job of hiding that part. “I thought you all actually believed I was just horny and wanted to bang him, not make him fall in love with me and leave the BTC.”

Sam rolled her eyes and drawled, “No, we knew.”

Zofi was up next, but her turn didn’t last very long. She made plain that she WASN’T in love with me. “So that’s one less girl you need to worry about, at least.”

Mari went next, and she rather shyly admitted, “Yes, I’m in love with him too.”

Belle frowned. “Wait, you never told me that.”

“Of course I am. C’mon, seriously. Matty’s amazing. I love him for the same reasons the rest of you love him. I get butterflies in my stomach when he smiles at me. I fall asleep at night wondering if he’s thinking about me. I jill off at night imagining him thrusting deep inside me. It’s just that… well… I could never talk to you about it before. You always had dibs on him first.”

Belle’s shoulders sagged. “I never called ‘dibs’.”

“You didn’t have to. You’re my best friend. I would never do anything to come between him and you. Team Belle!” She actually pumped her fist in the air. “And isn’t that the point of all this? Everyone getting their true feelings out in the open while at the same time making it abundantly clear we’d never betray the BTC by taking him away from the others? The solution is obvious: We’re gonna have to share him, which… haven’t we already been sharing him for the past few months? What’s the difference?”

“The difference is that we’re open and honest with each other,” Sam stated seriously. She took a deep breath and added, “I wasn’t being honest, with all of you or with myself. I’m probably still going to feel jealous when he gets a night alone with one of you like last night with Naimh. And I’m probably still gonna do stuff to make me feel like his favorite from time to time. But I promise I’ll work on that.”

Everyone nodded and gave her encouraging smiles.

“I also owe apologies to Belle and Neevie,” Sam continued. “I’d convinced myself that both of you were working to take him away from me, but hearing you both confirm how much the BTC means to you makes me realize it was all in my head. If I ever did anything to undermine his relationships with either of you, please forgive me.”

Naimh smiled and squeezed Sam’s hand. “There’s nothing to forgive.”

“And thank you, Belle, for yesterday,” Sam added. “Now I realize you were trying to help make me happy by letting me go off skiing alone with him. You were being a good friend.”

“You’re welcome.” Belle hugged her again.

And all seemed right in the world.

Then as one, the five girls turned to me.

“Your turn, Matty,” Belle said.

Um. Shit.

****

Despite the overall holistic vibe of the girls baring their souls and admitting their fears, I was rather hesitant to actually confess anything. Too many years had been spent subsuming my base desires to roll the girls over and violate their nubile bodies beneath a veneer of “safe, dependable, unthreatening Matty” for me to easily let go. The girls sort of stared at me for a minute, waiting for me to volunteer my deepest secrets, but I just sort of stared at them unsure of what to say.

Then Belle dropped into my lap and started making out with me. At first, I resisted, thrown off by the abruptness of her maneuver. I wasn’t exactly in the mood, but she pulled back, batted her eyelashes at me, gave me coy look, and said, “Matty, please will you kiss me?”

Well, I couldn’t say NO. And once her tongue came out to play, I found myself kissing her back with every ounce of passion she was showing me.

And then she stopped, mid-kiss, and gave me a stern look. “Did you or did you not say you would leave the BTC to be with me if I asked?”

Five girls stared straight at me, daring me to not tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help me God.

“Um, yes I did.”

Sam folded her arms across her chest, not to plump them up for my viewing pleasure, but rather to block them from view. “Have you or have you not repeatedly told me you loved me?”

I saw where this was going. “I have.”

Naimh stood right alongside Sam and folded her arms across her chest as well. “Have you or have you not repeatedly told me you loved me?”

“I have.”

Naimh turned to face Sam. “What do you think?”

Sam arched an eyebrow. “Well, the bit about being willing to leave the BTC if Belle asked is a little terrifying, but I’m gonna let that slide because she’s always been ‘his Annabelle’.” She finished by miming the air quotes.

Naimh made a face. “And the bit about him repeatedly saying ‘I love you’ to both of us smacks of the kind of two-faced male pig our mothers always warned us about, but I’m actually okay with it so long as it’s you. I mean… -I- love you, Sam. Well, not romantically, but you know what I mean.”

Sam nodded. “I do. I love you too, Neevie.” She stepped forward and the two busty bombshells hugged each other warmly.

I started to think things might turn out alright after all.

“You’re not totally off the hook, buster,” Belle said dryly from beside me, perhaps sensing my shift in mood. “But you’re really lucky that (A) you’ve got the only functioning penis in a room full of horny chicks and (B) we really do all love you.”

Mari actually raised her hand. “Is this going where I think it’s going?”

Sam turned to face her. “If you’re thinking this is going into the kitchen because I’m hungry, then you’re exactly right.”

Mari put her hand down and slowly shook her head. “Uh, no, that’s not where I thought this was going.”

“Oh, THAT part.” Sam beamed. “Yes, we’re gonna get naked and all screw Matty’s lights out together. Oh, and as penance for not being immediately honest and forthcoming like the rest of us, he’s gonna wear that sleep mask on his face until I say he can take it off. But first: breakfast!”

****

I groaned as another warm, wet pussy slowly sank down around my cock. I say “another” because it was the third one in the last ten minutes. I also say “another” because I didn’t actually know the identity of my current lover. That’s what happens when the girls put Neevie’s sleep mask on you for the second time in less than 48 hours.

Okay, in theory it could actually be the first pussy having come back after the second pussy, or even just the same pussy three separate times. Whatever. I was psyching myself out too much trying to figure it out.

Belle moaned from somewhere behind me and to the left, and it certainly wasn’t ME who was making her moan.

“Sam!” I hollered while flat on my back across a queen-size mattress, which the girls had helped me pull out of the second bedroom and into the living room. “If I’m missing out on Zofi going down on Belle again I am NEVER gonna forgive you!”

“Relax,” Zofi said from somewhere to my right. “You’re not missing out on me going down on Belle. And Sam can’t respond right now because SHE’S the one going down on Belle.”

I reached for the sleep mask. “Son of a--”

Whoever was riding me stopped my hands before I could get the mask off. Mari laughed, which made her core muscles squeeze her vaginal canal tighter around my cock, and said, “Sam said you have to keep it on until she says so.”

I growled. “She’s doing this on purpose.”

“Yes she is,” Mari confirmed while continuing to undulate her body around my shaft. “She’s a girl, and she’s petty like that. But she loves you, which means she knows she’s being mean and will find a way to make it up to you. And you’re REALLY gonna like it when she makes it up to you.”

“I suppose.” I sighed and reached my hands out to hold Mari’s ass and help her ride me.

Somebody slapped my hands away. “Sam said you have to keep your hands to yourself,” Zofi stated evenly.

“I already know it’s Mari,” I complained.

“True, but rules are rules.”

“Have you ever asked yourself why we all let Sam be in charge?”

“No, not once,” Zofi replied confidently.

I sighed, shook my head, and let my hands fall back to my sides. Turning my head in Zofi’s direction, I said, “Can I ask you one favor, at least? Please don’t let my first time with you be while I’m blindfolded.”

There was a pleading whimper in my voice that wasn’t very masculine, but I couldn’t help it. But any worries I had about the tremor in my voice were washed away when Zofi bent over, kissed my cheek, and murmured, “We’re not there yet, darling.”

I relaxed and went back to work, but soon enough, Mari dismounted and someone else took her place (Naimh, if I had to guess, given that Sam and Belle were otherwise occupied). Meanwhile, someone else climbed onto my face and lowered her pussy down to my mouth (Zofi, probably?), and I obediently started munching away.

One-by-one, each of the girls took turns riding my cock (except for Zofi, I was pretty sure). One-by-one, each of the girls took turns riding my face (including Zofi, I’m fairly certain). One-by-one, each of the girls took turns sucking my dick as well (including Zofi, I really hoped). In a way, it wasn’t so different from a normal Friday afternoon at my house, albeit with a sleep mask covering my face and with it the ability to precisely determine who was doing what with me at any given time. Except for Belle. She was just so much smaller and lighter (and tighter) than everyone else that there was no way to hide her identity except when giving a blowjob.

That said, it wasn’t nearly as fun for me as a normal Friday afternoon at my house. I hated not being able to see, of course, but not being able to use my hands was actually even worse. I’d hated it on Saturday night when they were just doing blowjobs, and I hated it even more right now. I couldn’t grab a girl’s ass and yank her back down on my dick. I couldn’t reach up and fondle a glorious pair of tits. The very IDEA that I had to hold back my urges to reach out and touch them felt completely familiar – after all, I had spent YEARS in the BTC doing exactly that – but it also felt like being shoved back into a cage immediately after being set free.

I had to do SOMETHING, and the one thing I could think of was to make sure all five of them got off. Maybe once they’d each had an orgasm they’d finally let me take off the stupid sleep mask, roll one of them over, and pound the crap out of her.

So I did my best. Well, I always tried to do my best, but this morning I completely removed the word “try” from that equation. Do our do not; there is no try. Right? All I had were my lips and tongue, but I DID my best.

Sam could never keep quiet. It was pretty obvious when she orgasmed on my tongue. Naimh came next. I recognized her particular keening wail from last night. Zofi was my next oral orgasm, even if she came softly enough that I couldn’t identify her orgasmic moan; by process of elimination, you see, she wasn’t as small as Belle nor did she have Mari’s lush buttocks pressing against my chest. Meanwhile, both Belle and then Mari cried out their climaxes while riding my dick.

After that, I’d had enough. Someone had been lying alongside me, feeding her nipple into my mouth while Mari moaned her orgasmic relief. Satisfied that I’d satisfied all five of my lovers, I ripped off the sleep mask and looked up to see Zofi’s look of surprise. She pulled back, removing her perfectly-shaped breast from between my lips, saying, “Sam’s not gonna be happy you did that.”

“Yeah, well, I’m about to do something else she might not be happy about.” I whipped my head around, spotted the blonde bombshell in the upholstered armchair that had become her personal throne on this trip, her head thrown back in ecstasy and her legs thrown over those arms so that Belle could lick her snatch, even without any creampie inside.

Luckily for me, that meant neither girl had any idea I was coming. I lifted Mari off my throbbing erection, half-crawled off the floor mattress, and got to my knees right behind Belle. She squealed and lifted her head out of Sam’s crotch in surprise when I abruptly picked her up and planted her petite body more or less right on top of Sam’s chest. Belle’s knees were braced on the chair’s cushion, which conveniently had enough open space with Sam’s legs draped over the armrests. And then fisting my cock, I pushed my mushroom head into Belle’s pussy from behind and started pounding away.

Since she’d already ridden me several times and cum once on top of my dick, re-entering even Belle’s tight pussy wasn’t very difficult. I went from zero to sixty in 2.5 seconds, perpetually pummeling her petite personage at a pell-mell pace with absolutely no regard for her pleasure. The girls had mounted, dismounted, and remounted my dick two dozen times by now and I hadn’t ever been able to ejaculate. But I was taking care of myself now.

Belle shrieked and squealed and wriggled while I used her little body as a masturbatory fucktoy. Her face ended up right over Sam’s left shoulder, and once the Aussie blonde realized what was going on, she laughed and started squeezing Belle’s breasts. But she didn’t have very long to play because I didn’t last very long in Belle’s cunt. And in fewer than two minutes, I slammed forward one final time and let the deluge burst forth, absolutely swamping the strawberry-blonde’s snatch in mere seconds.

Once I was done, I pushed Belle’s body forward while taking two slightly unsteady steps back, withdrawing my dick and letting her collapse against Sam’s chest. “Your turn now,” I told our de facto leader. "I wanna see you eating a creampie out of HER cunt.”

Sam laughed and turned both herself and Belle around so that Belle was the one slumped in the upholstered chair with her legs thrown over the armrests. And after flashing me a wink, the beautiful blonde bent forward and started audibly slurping.

I grinned, thinking that the sight of my little Annabelle getting eaten out was inspiring enough to keep me hard despite having just cum. But then I noticed that I ACTUALLY wasn’t getting any softer, not even a little bit. I mean seriously, I had just splooged Belle’s sodden snatch full of scalding sperm, but despite that little detail my dick remained diamond hard as if we were just getting started. And even seeing another girl go down on Belle for the first time couldn’t explain it.

Naimh noticed right away. “You’re still hard!”

I blinked and actually touched my erect penis with my finger, pulling away quickly as if it would explode. “Uh, apparently so.”

Sam pulled her head out of Belle’s crotch, a clear glob of my semen on her upper lip. “I swiped some of my dad’s little pills. I gave you one with your breakfast.”

I blinked in shock. “You did WHAT?”

Sam laughed again. “Hey! We’re on vacation!”

****

I had a weapon of mass destruction, and I wasn’t afraid to use it. Oh, I really paid for it the next day. During commercials, the spokesman mutters really fast in a quiet voice that dizziness, headache, flushing, and/or upset stomach may occur. Vision changes such as increased sensitivity to light, blurred vision, or trouble telling blue and green colors apart may also occur. I didn’t get the weird colors thing, but dizziness, headaches, increased sensitivity to light? Yeah, all that. Of course, I may have also been dehydrated as well.

But none of that happened until the next day. THIS morning, I had a weapon of mass destruction, and YES I used it.

Naimh was first. I grabbed her, tossed her onto the floor mattress, and thrust myself deep inside. She wrapped her long, lithe legs around my waist and held on for dear life while I pounded her until she saw stars and nearly passed out.

Mari was next. I flipped her over and parked her on her knees atop the couch cushions while she braced herself against the backrest. I stopped to give her a rimjob, but only for a minute before standing up and skewering her in a single stab. I lay my chest against her back and held her tig ol’ bitties in my hands, gripping them while I laid down the lumber, and I didn’t let up until she screamed, writhed in my arms, and finally collapsed.

When I grabbed Zofi, there was a touch of terror in her eyes mixed with lust. I kissed her quickly, apologized for scaring her, and dropped to my knees. I threw her legs over my shoulders so I could tongue the hell out of her. But she grabbed my hair only two minutes in and crooned in a husky voice, “I wanna suck your cock.”

If I hadn’t already been rock hard, her words would’ve gotten me there instantly.

I sat up on the couch, letting my leg and ab muscles recover from power-fucking Naimh and Mari while staring rapturously at the sight of exquisite Zofi making love to my dick with her mouth and hands. I was getting pretty close to cumming, but she still wasn’t ready to swallow. That’s when Belle popped up beside us and said, “If you let him cum in you, I’d be happy to suck it out.”

“Mmm… tempting.” Zofi’s eyes glittered. But far from mounting me on the spot and deflowering herself in a fit of passion, the lissome brunette merely got up from her knees and gave me a tender kiss. “Someday I’m going to let you cum deep inside me. But not today, and not like this.”

When she pulled back, I smiled and replied, “Whenever you’re ready, you’ll know where to find me.”

Sam was on the other side of us, folding her arms across her chest. “I know I’m supposed to be mad at you for growing a spine and taking off the sleep mask. But there’s something else I wanna do instead.”

“What’s that?”

She rolled her eyes like I was the densest creature on the planet. “You just fucked everyone else EXCEPT me. I want your fucking cock fucking ME!”

“Well, you and Zofi get me later tonight, right?”

“I’m not fucking waiting until tonight!!!” Sam squawked, her eyes getting BIG as she glared at me.

I grinned. “Fine, but everybody into my bedroom. There’s something I wanna do.”

I started by seating Belle up against the headboard to one side, with Mari seated about three feet to her left in a similar position. The besties automatically reached out and held each other’s hand. Then I put Zofi in-between Belle’s legs and said, “You KNOW what I’ve been waiting to see.”

Zofi kissed me quickly, ducked her head down between Belle’s spread thighs, and started eating. I just stared for a minute, dumbfounded by the sight before me. I even drooled a little bit, catching myself and slurping up my own spit just before it dribbled out. Thankfully, everyone else was also watching Zofi hold onto Belle’s thighs and show us all what expert cunnilingus looked like.

Meanwhile, Sam held my dick in her hand rather possessively, as if to ensure none of the other girls could take it from her. And she glanced up at me with a smirk when it started twitching of its own accord the more Zofi’s tongue lapped at Belle’s clit.

Then, I gave Mari a look to make sure she was okay with the next step of my plan. Her expression was nervous but excited as Naimh crawled up between her legs, and the Latina gave me a shy nod before sliding her fingers into the Irish girl’s red hair as if guiding her into place.

I parked Sam on all fours right between Zofi and Naimh, and she waggled her butt back at me impatiently. I didn’t keep her waiting, kneeling behind her and pushing my chemically-hardened prick into her pussy. At first, I focused on fucking the busty blonde bombshell bent over before me. But soon I took advantage of the positions I’d put everybody in by reaching out with both hands so I could start fingering Zofi’s pussy on my left and Naimh’s pussy on my right.

Damn it was good to be me.

Amazingly, it got even better. After we’d all been going for a couple of minutes, Belle whimpered and moaned as she climaxed, pressing Zofi’s face even deeper into her crotch. Mari was doing the same with Naimh as she started cunning as well. And then to my absolute shock and amazement, Belle leaned over, drew Mari’s face to hers, and planted a steamy hot kiss on her bestie’s mouth. Mari moaned, grabbed Belle’s head, and returned the kiss with equal fervor.

Gawking at the sight of the two BFFs sharing their first kiss, I couldn’t handle it anymore, and I groaned, “Holy shit you girls are amazing. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Do it! Cum in me!” Sam hollered, banging her butt back at me. “Cum in me! Cum in me! CUM IN MEEE!”

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m... ARRRRRGGGGHHH!!!” I hammered Sam’s ass with my pelvis as my thrusts sped up out of control, finally slamming forward one last time and letting the deluge burst forth, flooding her cunt in seconds.

Naimh was the first to pull her head out and exclaim, “My turn for Matty’s cum!” As soon as I pulled out, she quickly rolled Sam onto her back, dove down, and started slurping in obvious satisfaction.

And still my dick wouldn’t go down.

Mari did a quick headcount, grinned, and pointed at me. “Fill me up next. Then Zofi can suck that one out.”

I grinned. “Works for me.”

“Ooh, fresh meat!” Zofi cheered.

But Belle started whining, “Wait-wait-wait. Sam got the first one, Neevie’s getting this one, and Zofi gets the third? I’m fucking Matty’s Cumslut! How come I’m not getting any creampies!”

Naimh popped up two seconds later, cheeks bulging and cupping a hand over her mouth to make sure nothing spilled out. She crawled forward, sealed her lips over Belle’s, and both girls moaned as she snowballed my spending that had started in Sam’s snatch.

When they finally separated, Belle sighed happily and flashed a double thumbs-up. “Okay, I’m good.”

“We can still try to get him to cum a fourth time!” Sam offered.

Spoiler alert: They succeeded.