BTC: Chapter 15 (Posting Version)

-- CHAPTER 15: Tahoe --

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“Cheers! Ha ware ya? Ya muss be Matty’s mam.”

“Good morning, Mrs. O’Brien. Yes, I’m Matthew’s mother. Pleased to meet both of you.”

Not expecting a parent to actually come out to the van, Mother had been seated in the front passenger seat. But as Naimh’s parents came down the sidewalk, Mother did the polite thing by opening her door and stepping onto the sidewalk so she could shake hands and properly introduce herself.

As for me, I was rummaging around the trunk, playing a game of suitcase Tetris to make sure everything fit. I’d already packed the space beneath the middle row. The gap between the two front bucket seats was piled as high as my elbow. Belle lost her legroom when I had to stick a bag into that spot as well. And we even had to forego the usual seating arrangements by having Sam and Mari sit in the middle row together because they had the widest hips. I wondered for the umpteenth time if we would have just driven two cars had Alice been still with the BTC, because I couldn’t see ANY way we would have fit both another girl and another suitcase in here.

Finally, I got the trunk shut without crushing anyone’s luggage, circled around to the front of the car where Naimh’s parents were chatting quite happily with Mother, and announced, “All set. Ready to go.”

“Well again, it was nice to meet you both,” Mother wrapped up, shaking hands with Naimh’s mom. Naimh herself was now blushing pink in the third row with Belle and Zofi, a little embarrassed that her parents had actually come down to the van, although they weren’t the only parents we’d seen this morning. Mari’s mom and dad had waved to us from their front porch, and Zofi’s dad had waved goodbye from inside his living room window. In truth, I figured all of the parents had wanted to confirm with their own eyes that their daughters were NOT driving off for a three-night ski vacation with a lone male and NO chaperone, and Mother’s presence in the front seat had apparently mollified them. Sam’s dad thought I was gay, so… whatever.

Naimh was our last pickup, and we soon hit the road for the four-hour drive up to the “cabin” Mom had rented in North Lake Tahoe. It wasn’t actually a cabin, that’s just what all the rental houses up here in the mountains were called. We didn’t have some four-thousand square foot luxury mansion right on the lake, but we had a decent-sized house on a relatively large lot only a couple of blocks away from the beach, and it would be perfectly adequate as a base of operations for us to enjoy ourselves until returning the girls back home to their families well before Christmas.

I actually shaved fifteen minutes off the drive, with Mother dozing in her seat so I didn’t feel bad about going 80mph the whole way, at least until we got into the mountains. Everyone was more than happy to get out of the cramped van, and Sam helped me get everyone organized to start ferrying in all our stuff, except for Mother of course. The one paying for the place shouldn’t have to do any work. She had gone in first to make a phone call, promptly found a bottle of wine, and was half a glass down by the time I came inside with the last of the luggage.

Sam came to me. “There are only two bedrooms, plus the loft, so somebody’s gonna have to sleep out here in the living room. Assuming your mum gets the master, the rest of us were gonna pair up and ro-sham-bo for the other bedroom first, then the loft, and whoever is left gets stuck out here.”

“Makes sense.”

“The girls figured it wouldn’t be appropriate for any of us to share a bed with you with your mum around,” Sam began, giving me a look that suggested SHE would’ve taken the chance before glancing over to where Mother sat at the dining table reading a book. Mother wasn’t quite out of earshot if she was paying attention, and from her posture I figured she might be listening. “So, rather than have you take up one of the queen beds in the bedroom or the loft, you’re gonna have to be one of those stuck out here.”

I didn’t reply right away. Instead, I looked over at Mother and found her looking at me with an expression that told me she already knew what was on my mind. She had been listening after all, and she shrugged and gestured for me to go ahead.

“That won’t be necessary,” I said to Sam before raising my voice and announcing, “Can I have everyone’s attention, please?”

The other four girls, clearly preoccupied with scoping out their sleeping options for the next three nights, had to come back to the living room from the bedroom and the loft. But once they were all in earshot, I explained, “My apologies for bring you all here under false pretenses, but I genuinely don’t think any of you will mind. Your parents would most likely not have let you come had they known, and rather than ask any of you to keep the secret, it was easier to just not tell any of you until we’d arrived.”

“What secret? What false pretenses?” Sam folded her arms across her chest, so used to being in control and NOT happy to be left out of the loop.

I grinned and glanced back at Mother, arching an eyebrow. She glanced over at the clock, raised her hand with her fingers spread apart, and stated, “Five minutes.”

I nodded and turned back to face the girls. “My mother will not be staying with us tonight… or tomorrow night… or the night after. Actually, we probably won’t see her again until Tuesday when it’s time to go home. So Sam, you don’t need to worry about playing musical beds or whatever. Nobody’s going to have to sleep out in the living room.”

Mari was closest to Mother, and she couldn’t help but ask, “Where are YOU going?”

Mother glanced at me for a second before giving Mari a reassuring smile, and in a perfectly normal volume voice she explained, “I’m staying with my boyfriend for the duration of this trip. But don’t tell Matthew. He doesn’t want to hear about that sort of thing.”

“Anyway…” I rolled my eyes. “Can everyone please thank my mother for arranging this whole trip for us? It was one-hundred percent her idea. I had nothing to do with it.”

The girls cheered, and Belle actually walked over to give Mother a hug. Sam was quick to give her a hug right after as well, holding on a few extra seconds while they whispered a short conversation that I couldn’t hear.

“In the meantime,” I continued, “I need to drive over to the store to buy groceries that will last us for a few days. Anyone want to come?”

****

Naimh accompanied me to the grocery store, the very picture of a winter snow bunny in form-fitting dark blue one-piece winter jumpsuit that hugged her slender figure and was tight enough across the chest that she needed to leave the zipper beneath her cleavage. Her luscious red hair hung loose and forward from the attached furry hood, and I rather enjoyed the stares of admiration I got from guys in passing to have such a gorgeous creature holding onto my arm.

We chatted a little bit about school as we nabbed everything the girls had put on the shopping list. The last week of classes before winter break had been a breeze. Teachers were more or less forbidden from assigning homework over the break, and half of them seemed as eager to spend two weeks away from campus as us students. We talked about my plans for the next few days, and she wanted to know if I had any other secret surprises in store.

“The house doesn’t have a hot tub you didn’t tell us about, does it?” she asked excitedly.

“Sorry,” I said, much to her visible disappointment. “I know ski vacations and hot tubs sort of go hand in hand, but it’s not like we can’t hop in the hot tub back at my house anytime.”

We collected all the groceries we needed, but as we passed the alcohol section, Naimh’s emerald-green eyes flashed as she asked, “Hey, what’s the legal drinking age in Nevada?”

“Still twenty-one, sorry,” I apologized.

“Backwards Americans,” she scoffed. “Eighteen is legal in Ireland.”

“Guess you’ll have to take me there someday.”

“I’d love to,” she replied warmly, stopped to cradle my cheeks, and gave me a tender kiss right there in the market.

We returned to the cabin without incident, parking in the garage and bringing everything inside. While I was loading the fridge, Sam came to me in the kitchen.

“Okay, new plan on the bedrooms. We still paired up for ro-sham-bo, and your musical beds comment gave me the idea,” she informed me with a grin.

“What idea?”

“Well, my original idea was to have you rotate sleeping locations, spending one night with each of us. Musical beds right?”

I blinked twice.

“But the Master has a king-size bed, much better for sleeping three, so we’re putting you in there and the rest of US will rotate in to join you. Zofi and I are pairing up, no surprise, and Belle is with Mari. Neevie gets to have you to herself. We already ro-sham-boed using a proxy for Neevie. Belle and Mari get you tonight, Neevie has tomorrow, and Zofi and I are on Monday night.”

“Uhhh… wowww…” I stammered in surprise. “All three nights?”

Sam gave me a weird look. “What did you THINK was gonna happen when you brought the BTC here without a chaperone?”

“I dunno. I guess… I didn’t want to presume.” I gave her a frank look. “I mean, I assumed we’d have sex while we were here, but I guess I hadn’t thought about spending nights with all of you. Have you ever spent the night with a guy before?”

Sam shook her head in the negative. “Looking forward to it, though. I wasn’t happy Zofi and I got dead last. I’m assuming you’ve never spent the night with a girl either.”

I shook my head as well.

Sam looked at me curiously. “Not even Belle?”

“Not even Belle,” I confirmed. “Her dad still doesn’t know.”

“Ah. Well it looks like she and Mari get to be your first.” Sam sighed, giving me a rather wistful look at the idea of NOT being my first overnight. But then she shook her head and started chuckling. “Seriously though, your mom is one of a kind. You’re really lucky to have her.”

I popped both eyebrows. “The idea that I’m lucky to have my mother is NOT something I’d ever considered before. But at this moment, I have to admit you’re right.”

Sam giggled and kissed me quickly. “Hurry up. We’re still getting settled, but the girls want to open that big box of alcohol and get started.”

I nodded and went back to putting away the groceries. But three seconds later my head jerked upright as I exclaimed, “Wait, WHAT box of alcohol?!?”

It turned out that Mother had left us another surprise. The wine bottle she’d started was still on the dining table, but it had not been alone. On the floor next to her chair there was a cardboard banker’s box stuffed with bottles, not only wine but some hard liquor including tequila, vodka, whiskey, and coconut rum. I remembered idly wondering where in the world she’d gotten the bottle from in the first place, as she’d walked into the cabin without any luggage or boxes. My best guess was that her boyfriend had opened the cabin before our arrival and left behind the present, most likely at Mother’s request. And when Sam showed it to me, I whistled in amazement.

Sam hugged me, kissed my cheek, and exclaimed, “This weekend is gonna be AWESOME.”

****

“Let’s play Truth or Dare!” Naimh announced rather drunkenly. Proud of her Irish heritage, the busty redhead had proclaimed quite early on that she could outdrink any of us, including me. She’d hit the hard alcohol early and was one of the first to get buzzed. Thankfully, she was a happy drunk (and a flirty drunk), and she presently sat sideways in my lap, mostly paying attention to the group conversation but occasionally grabbing my head to make out with me for a minute or two. Given her behavior ever since the “Alice incident”, I believed Mari’s assessment that Naimh had been trying very hard to be group-centric, defer to the others, and generally not be as disruptive as she used to. But once the alcohol knocked down all her inhibitions, the horny redhead had come out full force. If it weren’t for Sam hollering “Neevie!” every now and again, she might’ve started fucking me by now.

“Boooo!” Belle immediately proclaimed in response to Naimh’s suggestion. Truth or Dare had never been a popular game with the BTC. For one thing, the girls had always been very open with each other, sharing their secrets in sisterhood solidarity. For another, there really weren’t that many truths to uncover with so many virgins in the group. “The good truths we already know about, and the secret truths are secret for a reason.”

“How about Spin the Bottle?” Zofi suggested with a twinkle in her eye.

“Hear, hear!” I enthused, raising my Jack and Coke tumbler.

“Not happening,” Mari stated nervously. “With a five-to-one ratio, I’m not THAT drunk.”

“Try it. You might like it,” Zofi shot back. She raised her wine glass in a salute to me, along with a wink. I did notice her exquisite manicure now that Mari had clued me in, but I also noted her perfect hair in a fancy up-do and dangling earrings even though the girls had all changed into “comfortable clothes”.

“Maybe we should just play Dare or Dare,” Naimh giggled while tapping my nose with her fingertip. “Like Truth or Dare, but without any truths.”

“Strip poker?” Belle offered, waggling her rum and coke speculatively.

“Hear, hear!” I enthused again, raising my Jack and Coke again as well.

“Why bother with the playing cards?” Sam countered. “We could just strip Matty and take turns using his dick for our relief.”

“Hear, hear!” Naimh enthused from my lap before cramming her tongue into my mouth.

“Neevie!” Sam hollered. “I meant the whole group, not just YOU.”

Naimh broke away and pouted cutely. “Aww…”

“We could play regular, non-strip poker?” Mari proposed. “Texas Hold ‘Em was fun, wasn’t it?”

“Boooo!” Zofi proclaimed. “Where’s the fun in that? You’re not drinking enough.”

“I’m drinking plenty, thank you,” Mari disputed. She’d had a grand total of one glass of wine, with the second glass still mostly full and sitting on the coffee table.

“We don’t have that many pennies,” Belle pointed out. “Hence the strip poker.”

“Strip or Dare!” Naimh squealed and started fiddling with her pajama top.

“We don’t need a hot tub and we don’t need to play Truth or Dare to have a good time,” Sam argued while taking a big swig from her cocktail tumbler. “There are six of us teenagers alone in a comfortable mountain cabin with no parental supervision. School is out for winter break. Nobody’s gonna be checking on us for another three days. We have all the time in the world to-- NEEVIE!”

“What? WHAT?” Naimh yelped like a kid who’d gotten caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She twisted her head to look back at Sam, but my arms wrapped around her upper body prevented her from completely turning around. After all, I had a nipple in my mouth and didn’t want to stop suckling at her big, beautiful breasts.

She also didn’t stop pumping her hand up and down my throbbing dick.

“What are you--?” Sam sputtered. “Didn’t I say--? How are you already--?”

“What?” Naimh gave her an innocent look. “YOU were the one who said we should just strip Matty and take turns using his dick for relief.”

Sam simply facepalmed.

“If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em,” Zofi cheered, ripping her own pajama top over her head and baring her big boobies. I’d noticed earlier that only Mari had come out of the room wearing a bra. And that was BEFORE anyone had started drinking. “Neevie, scoot over.”

I groaned as the bodacious redhead slid off my lap to the right, drawing her tits away from my lips. I pouted dramatically, and she giggled before popping in to give me a quick peck. Zofi, on my left, quickly pulled my head to HER tits, and I was soon happily sucking away at fresh teats while Naimh had never really stopped stroking my dick.

But then Naimh let out a loud burp, drawing my attention. She patted her chest, looked at her empty tumbler, and announced that she needed another drink. She’d worn a pajama set in pastel purple, the button-up top remaining completely unbuttoned from throat to tails as she stood up unsteadily and bobbed and weaved her way into the kitchen around imaginary obstacles.

Zofi quickly dropped her left hand around my shaft to take Naimh’s place, watching my face and listening to my happy moans as she pumped my prick for my pleasure while continuing to let me feed on her nipples. Another minute later, she bent to seal her lips over mine as we happily made out, and she simply hummed into my mouth when I reached up to play with and fondle her breasts. Even though the lissome brunette had yet to either suck my dick or show any interest in having sex with me, she certainly enjoyed French kissing with me a ton. And she’d handled my penis with aplomb enough times to convince me she was no closet lesbian.

“I call ‘next’!” Belle announced, surprisingly loud for such a small girl. She got up from her seat and came over to sit beside me and Zofi. But Zofi didn’t make her wait, and before I knew it, Belle was bent over my lap bobbing her face up and down, her lips forming powerful suction over my cock while I threw my head back and gasped at the pleasure. Zofi stuck around, giggling and kissing my cheek while occasionally feeding me one of her nipples.

“No fucking,” Sam ordered loudly, and quickly got a pair of boos from both Belle and Naimh. “Not YET at least. We just fucking GOT here! We have three more days! Don’t make him pop yet!”

Mari laughed. “It’s not a BTC hangout if Sam isn’t yelling, ‘Don’t make him pop!’”

Sam rubbed her forehead. “Truer than I care to admit. You wanna go next after Belle?”

Mari smiled. “Nah, you go ahead. Belle and I won the ro-sham-bo for tonight, remember?”

“That’s right, bitch.”

Mari giggled. “I think that may be the very first time you’ve ever called me a bitch. Jealous?”

Sam waved her hand dismissively. “I’ll be jealous of every bitch who gets to be with him while I’m waiting my turn. But that’s okay. I love every bitch in this room.” She took another swig of her drink and scowled just a little morosely. While Naimh was certainly a happy drunk, I started to worry that Sam was the opposite.

Mari smiled and reached out to rub Sam’s knee reassuringly. At the same time, I gently lifted Belle’s head and asked, “Hey, gimme a sec.”

Belle looked up at me curiously. She’d been too busy blowing me to pay attention to Mari’s and Sam’s exchange, but she let me get up and cross the room.

Sam scowled up at me and muttered, “I don’t want a pity fuck.”

“I know. You ordered ‘no fucking’,” I replied while sinking to my knees in front of her, taking the tumbler out of her hands, and setting it on the coffee table. I reached out with my left hand, hooked it behind Sam’s head, and pulled her toward me while I leaned in and rammed my tongue into her mouth. She moaned instantly and wrapped both arms around my neck, kissing me back feverishly. And as she sat up straight she kept pushing more and more forward until she climbed out of her armchair and pushed me down onto my back across the thick living room rug.

Sam kept Frenching me… hard… taking charge while she wriggled around a little awkwardly until I realized she’d been taking off her pajama pants. And a moment later, the busty blonde broke our lip-lock so she could crawl over my head and straddle my face, presenting me with her bare-shaven pussy. “No fucking,” she stated evenly, and grinned before adding, “Yet.”

And then she lowered herself down.

I quickly grabbed onto Sam’s ass and tilted my head forward to start devouring her snatch, determined to prove I could eat her out just as well as Zofi. My task was made more difficult a minute later, however, as I felt a mouth descend over my prick and start sucking away. I couldn’t see who it was what with Sam’s crotch filling my vision. And while I liked to think I’d started to discern between the different BTC girls by their particular blowjob styles, in my inebriated state every time my brain tried to start doing the calculations it just spun and whirred and crapped out, every coherent thought washed away by the next wave of pleasure.

Sam noted my distracted state every time I stopped munching and furrowed my brow in concentration. The situation was made worse when my oral operative ceased operations and was swiftly replaced by a new technician. I couldn’t decipher HER identity any better. I mean, maybe if Mari pulled a deep-throat or something I might’ve been able to figure it out, but then Mari started chuckling beside us, saying mirthfully, “He looks like he’s trying to figure out who’s blowing him.”

I could practically see the lightbulb going off above Sam’s head. She started snapping her fingers urgently at Mari. “Hey-hey-hey. Does anybody have something we can use as a blindfold?”

****

When I came on this trip, I had NOT expected to end up buck naked and seated in a dining table chair with Naimh’s sleep mask over my eyes. And yet here I was. It was purple satin and trimmed in black, was quite soft and comfortable, utilized adjustable Velcro, and COMPLETELY blocked my vision. It was also quite big, shaped to come halfway down my cheeks and rise high enough to my hairline, and wrapped wide to almost cover my ears. Naimh said she didn’t really use it at home that often, but had it for long plane flights and brought it on the trip in case she had trouble sleeping in a strange bed around so many other people.

I had NOT been inclined to wear it.

“Trust me,” Sam said encouragingly.

I arched an eyebrow. “Did you seriously just say that to me?”

Sam blinked. “What? Don’t you trust me?”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. Everyone in the room knew this was happening, whether I liked it or not. At least they weren’t tying me to the chair. Right after Naimh put the sleep mask on, she bent over and gave me a long, sweet kiss that ALMOST made me feel better about my situation, but not quite.

Someone else kissed me immediately after her, although I didn’t know who until Belle said softly, “Just think of it like the old days in your backyard by the pool, reclining in Matty’s Chair while Sam dry humps your erection and shoves her big tits into your face, practically daring you to stick your tongue out and lick her nipple while knowing you never would. Trust us. Trust ME.”

I trusted Belle, nodded, and visibly relaxed. She gave me another quick kiss, and a moment later, I felt hands rubbing my chest.

Then another pair started giving me a backrub.

And another pair started rubbing my thighs.

And someone else started stroking my dick.

And someone else kissed my lips.

Five different girls were all touching me at the very same time. Five different girls were all handling different parts of my naked body at the very same time.

And I was too fucking drunk to have ANY idea who was doing WHAT.

Someone started sucking my cock. Ten seconds later, she gave herself away by swiftly dropping her lips all the way down to the base and massaging my rod with her throat muscles.

“Oh, Angel,” I groaned.

I heard a slap and somebody squawked, “Mari!”

She removed her mouth.

Somebody else started blowing me, and I also got some fresh kisses. Meanwhile, whoever had been giving me a backrub reached around and tweaked my nipples. Deprived of my sense of sight, it felt like the other four senses had been heightened in compensation.

Or maybe I was just drunk. One or the other.

One by one, the girls took turns sucking me. I had no idea of what order they went in, or even how many of them had gone. I had to assume only four of them were actually blowing me, since Zofi had yet to show any inclination to do so. But I didn’t actually KNOW, and every now and again I found myself wondering, ‘Is this it? Is this her? Is the tall, regal, exquisitely beautiful Zofia Zelazowska finally sucking my cock?’ After a while, I started to imagine that ALL of them were Zofi, picturing her gorgeous face and bright blue eyes staring up at me while she orally pleasured me. I loved all of the girls and would of course had been happy for any of them to be my current fellatrix, but the idea of feeling a brand-new mouth wrapped around my prick was too enticing to shake free from my brain. Instead, the idea stuck and stayed and dominated my imagination.

It was a fantasy, of course, and an unlikely one at that. Besides, I remembered that Zofi had been wearing those dangling earrings, and while it was subtle, I could hear them tinkling every now and again like wind chimes. Truly, the tinkling never originated from my groin, but I could still fantasize.

Meanwhile, Sam muttered from somewhere to my left. “The chair was a stupid fucking idea.”

“You told him to hold onto the legs to keep his hands from wandering,” Belle reasoned.

“He’s Matty,” Sam insisted. “If we tell him to keep his hands to himself, he’ll keep his hands to himself. Let’s lie him down on a bed.”

Thirty seconds later, I found myself being led by the hand into a bedroom and onto the top of a bed. Now I could feel the weight of several girls crawling atop the mattress around me, moving without rhythm as they took turns sucking my cock, fondling my body, and as an added bonus for them, sitting on my face. The sleep mask covered my forehead, eyes, and the bridge of my nose, but I obviously still had a functioning mouth exposed and available for their use.

I started identifying the girls by whether or not they were shaved. I knew that Belle, Sam, and Zofi had completely bare pussies. Mari and Naimh, on the other hand, were neatly trimmed. Also, there was no mistaking when Belle sat on my face; she was simply so much smaller and lighter than the others. Amongst the remaining two shaved girls, Sam and Zofi had significantly different derrieres: Sam the curvaceous one with junk in the trunk to match her Double-D bust, but Zofi the skinny one with a tight model’s ass not quite in proportion with her big bosom. Mari and Naimh were a little harder to discern, and if they kept their weight off me so that I could only lap at their pussies, I wouldn’t have been able to tell a thing, drunk or not. But all five of them would grunt and groan their way through orgasms, sitting down fully so I could feel their asscheeks pressing down into my neck and chest.

The thing is, while the girls would let each other sit on my face long enough to orgasm, they gave me no such consideration. I was kept rock hard by the succession of blowjobs, each one only lasting a minute or so, and sometimes less, before they moved on and were replaced. The end result was that I never got anywhere close to popping off. And it was starting to piss me off.

Belle warned, “His hands are getting twitchy.”

“He’s getting desperate to pop,” Sam commented.

Meanwhile, I had either Naimh or Mari on my face, which suggested that the other one was currently sucking my dick.

“Switch with me,” Sam whispered quietly from somewhere down near my groin, but obviously not quietly enough if she didn’t want me to hear. A moment later, my current fellatrix pulled off and was replaced by Sam’s mouth. She fucked her face on me a few times, pushed herself down to within an inch of a deep-throat but no further, and even sat up to wrap her big hooters around my dick. But while she kept working me for more than a minute, she didn’t get me off, either.

Someone else took over, probably either Naimh or Mari because she also gave me a pretty plush titty fuck along the way. But while I started getting close, she didn’t bring me off either.

A third mouth wrapped around my dick, different enough from the first two. She spent some time suckling on the head while using her hand to pump up and down. There was something familiar and yet very different about the hand pumping, but just when I started to key in on that, she let go and started bobbing her face up and down instead.

The first two blowjob artists had primed me with four or five minutes of intense oral stimulation, plus the always favorite titfucking. It felt to me like the girls were perhaps playing a game of Russian Roulette at this point, working me for two minutes straight before someone stopped the timer and they had to switch, just to see who would get my load when I finally went off. Settling for this explanation as the reasonably likely, I tried to estimate just how long it had been since she’d started, and guessed it was getting close to two minutes.

And then a sudden thought hit me.

“Take off the sleep mask,” Belle suggested. “THAT will make him pop for sure.”

Eager as I was to get the mask off, something had already crackled into my brain like a lightning bolt. Whoever was currently sucking my dick had gone back to pumping me with her hand, and I’d suddenly realized…

… she was LEFT-HANDED.

The sleep mask came off, and my head jerked down to stare in absolute astonishment at the sight of Zofi’s sparkling blue eyes staring back at me. Her pretty face and perfect cheekbones were somehow even more beautiful than ever with a mouth stretched wide around my cock, and she actually smiled around my meat to see the expression I was giving her right then.

She’d also taken off the dangling earrings at some point.

Meanwhile, her left hand didn’t stop pumping, and I felt my balls boiling from the mental high of seeing my fantasy come to life. Sam chose that moment to lean down and husk into my ear, “How do you want her? Should I tell her to swallow it? You wanna cum all over that exquisite face? Or maybe blast all over her tits the way you always do to us?”

“Yessss…” I hissed in response, and then groaned as I felt the dam burst. “Eeeyarrrghhh!!!”

Zofi flinched as she felt the first shot splatter against the back of her mouth, and then the second. She quickly pulled me out of her mouth and took the next three shots straight into her face, one of them painting across her forehead while the other two squirted ribbons along her nose and down her chin. With me lying down, my remaining spurts didn’t have enough power to splatter her tits, but no matter. Zofi’s left hand kept pumping my cum out all over her hand like a leaking volcano

After I had finished erupting, Zofi reached up and deliberately smeared my jizz all over both of her breasts before sitting back on her heels. With a smirk, the cum-covered cutie cocked her head, spread her arms out, and declared, “Come and get it, bitches.”

Belle, Sam, and Naimh ALL jumped at her at once, Belle slurping cum off Zofi’s right breast, Sam suckling at Zofi’s left boob, and Naimh dragging her tongue all over Zofi’s face before grabbing the brunette’s head and jamming her cum-soaked tongue into the other girl’s mouth.

And that was just my FIRST ejaculation of the trip.

****

The night was still young, but everyone was pretty wiped out. The alcohol consumption was starting to make everyone drowsy, as had the multiple orgasms for the girls. Also, we’d planned to go skiing the next day, which meant an early wakeup to get to the ski resort before it got crazy. Zofi went to take a shower to clean off the spit and semen still drying on her body, but Sam headed straight into the other bedroom they shared. Naimh would be up in the loft. And Belle and Mari would be bedding down with me tonight.

Nobody expected the three of us to be going to sleep immediately, but Mari closed the door behind her to give us some privacy. Even so, sex could wait a bit. I needed to recharge, for one thing, and the three of us wanted to cuddle and enjoy the bliss of (A) being on vacation without a chaperone, and (B) sleeping overnight on a king-size bed together.

I found myself reclining against the headboard with a pillow propping up my lower back. Belle laid her head on my right shoulder and cuddled up against my side. Mari set her head on my chest, humming happily as she murmured, “I love listening to your heartbeat. It’s so soothing.”

The three of us were still gloriously naked, and if we fell asleep naked, that would be another first for me.

“We did make a script for this situation, right?” Belle asked Mari. “I know neither of us was expecting to USE the script when we woke up this morning, but we do HAVE one, don’t we?”

“I don’t remember it all right now,” Mari sighed with her eyes closed, rubbing my belly. “Just that it ends with you falling asleep with his cum in your pussy and then waking him up in the morning with a blowjob.”

Belle made a face. “That script needs a revision then because he’ll leak out of me and make a wet spot. And besides, ‘Matty’s Cumslut’ would rather fall asleep with protein in her belly.” She giggled at the last part.

“What Belle wants, Belle gets,” I assured her with an extra squeeze.

“Not lately, she doesn’t,” Mari muttered.

I frowned and looked down at her. “What does that mean?”

“Mari…” Belle warned.

The Latina under my left arm looked up at me and then back at her best friend. With a wince, she put her head back down on my chest, muttering, “Nothing…”

Belle sighed at the look on my face. Clearly, I wasn’t convinced it was ‘nothing’, and she reached over and lightly bopped her friend on the head. “Great, now you’ve got him all curious.”

“Sorry!” Mari whimpered, looking genuinely contrite.

“Is there something I should be curious about?” I asked gently.

“It’s nothing, really,” Belle tried to say, unconvincingly.

“B…”

Belle rolled her eyes and bopped Mari on the head again. “Go give him a blowjob and distract him.”

“Oooh, yay!” Mari enthused, but I squeezed her tightly and prevented her from getting off my chest.

“Belle…” I intoned.

“It’s nothing, I’m serious.”

“Then if it’s nothing, you can tell me. Otherwise I’ll ask Mari.”

“She’s my best friend. She won’t spill my secrets.”

‘Wanna bet?’ I didn’t say. Arching an eyebrow, I actually said, “Well, I’ll withhold sex from her until she tells me.”

“Matty!” Mari exclaimed unhappily.

“I’m joking,” I told her.

“It’s NOTHING,” Belle insisted.

“Well now it’s clearly turning into a great big SOMETHING,” I grumbled with a sigh.

Belle bit her lip, but Mari explained, “She’s been whining to me about how you two don’t spend as much time together anymore.”

“MARI!” Belle howled.

“What? Not like he doesn’t already know.”

I sighed and said gently, “Yes, I already knew. Well, not that you’ve been whining to Mari about it, but I could tell you wished we had more time alone.”

Mari offered, “You know, I can sleep out in the living room.”

“What? No, of course not,” Belle said immediately. “This is YOUR first chance to sleep in bed with him overnight, too.”

“But you’ve been dreaming of this moment for years,” Mari countered, “and I’m pretty sure having me on the other side of him wasn’t in the script.”

“Yeah, well, not everything goes exactly the way you imagined it.”

“THAT’S for sure.”

“But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to enjoy it for what it is,” Belle insisted. “That’s life: Accept what is, what has to be, and don’t get your panties in a twist about the rest.”

“But it still BUGS you.”

“Of course it does.”

“Then why don’t you do something about it?”

“Because.”

“Because what?”

“Oh we are NOT having this conversation again.”

“But he’s RIGHT HERE.”

“And you’re messing up my script right now!”

“Which is why I offered to go sleep outside!”

I piped up, “Can I say something?”

Both girls turned to me to deliver in stereo, “NO!”

I shut up.

Belle sat up, brushed her bangs back from her eyes, and tucked them behind her ears. On the other side of me, Mari sat up as well. My eyes ping-ponged back and forth between the girls, briefly dropping down to ogle their naked breasts before forcing myself to concentrate on their faces.

Neither of them spoke for a minute, both of them frowning and pondering their next words. I was still not completely sure about what was going on, and unable to keep it in, I finally looked at Belle and began, “I’m sorry if it feels like I’ve been too busy for you lately. There’s just so much going on right now and--”

“Please don’t apologize,” she cut me off. “I am fully aware that I still get more alone time with you than anyone else.”

I raised both eyebrows. “But it’s still less than we used to have.”

“Not really. I mean, I went over the math and nothing’s really changed. Every weekday the girls go home before dinner and I get you all to myself until after the meal. We’re actually spending MORE Saturdays together than we used to. Truly, I have nothing to complain about.”

“Then why does it sound like you’re complaining?”

“Because there’s a finite amount of Matty to go around,” Mari interjected, “and while she used to get like eighty percent of you, now it feels like she’s getting twenty percent.”

“It’s not twenty percent,” Belle insisted.

Mari shrugged. “Fifty? Forty? Either way, it’s not eighty anymore.”

“Even if it’s fifty, by definition that’s still more than anybody else gets,” Belle reasoned.

“But it still feels like you’re going backwards. You said so yourself.”

“We are NOT having this conversation again.” Belle folded her arms across her chest, took a deep breath, and turned to face me. “I love you, Matty, that’s no secret. And I love the time we spend together. Do I wish I could spend all day with you every day? Absolutely. Do I have a problem sharing you with our friends? Absolutely NOT. Like tonight. Tonight was amazing!”

“Even though you barely got to play with him?” Mari asked. “Are you saying you wouldn’t have rather had him all to yourself?”

Belle’s eyes narrowed. “I think you’re trying to use ME as a proxy to complain that YOU’D rather have him all to yourself.”

“Hey this isn’t about me!” Mari suddenly got defensive.

Belle shook her head and turned back to me, explaining, “Look, on Wednesday night after seeing Sam’s Escalade parked in your driveway, I laid in bed thinking about how Sam most likely had her long legs in the air screaming bloody murder while you sawed your big dick in and out of her slutty cunt. Yes I’ll admit that I rubbed myself while wishing it could be me instead. But the reality is that I never visited you on random Wednesday nights BEFORE, so I had no right to be jealous of time that was never mine to begin with in the first place.”

I raised my eyebrows at the imagery she’d just put into my head.

“On the other hand,” Belle continued. “Tonight was AMAZING. I had soooo much fun. We’ve established by now I’m a total voyeur. I REALLY get off watching all the shit the girls do to you. And to have all five of us crawling all over you while you were blindfolded? I came soooo many times today. I even let Zofi finally go down on me.”

“Wait, WHAT?!?” I bolted upright.

Mari started giggling, covering her mouth with one hand. The vibrations did wonderful things to her tits.

Belle grinned and let her tongue trail out across your lips. “If you’re lucky, the next time she does it you won’t have a sleep mask on your face.”

My eyes were BIG.

“Ooh, look,” Mari pointed out. “He’s getting hard again.”

“Start sucking him,” Belle ordered.

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir!” Mari actually saluted and bent over my lap. The next thing I knew, I had a warm, wet mouth around my dick.

“The romantic in me that grew up watching Disney princess movies wishes you and I could climb into a pumpkin carriage and ride off into the sunset,” Belle continued. “But the real me would rather pack that carriage with naked girls and have a big orgy in there on the way to the honeymoon, you know? And while the romantic dreamer lies in bed masturbating to thoughts of taking Sam’s place on a Wednesday night, the horny slut wishes she could come watch.”

“Then come watch,” I breathed, my heartbeat accelerating. “Pretty sure Sam wouldn’t mind in the least, especially if ‘Matty’s Cumslut’ sucked out the creampie afterward.”

“Mmm… I need you to leave a creampie in Mari now so I can suck it out.”

Mari picked her head up. “Wait, what?”

Belle giggled. “C’mon, bestie. You know you’re curious. I saw you rubbing yourself yesterday when I sucked one out of Sam.”

“I…”

“Fuck her, Matty. Take her now. Don’t fucking wait for an invitation, don’t wait for her to mount herself on you. Don’t fucking ask permission for once. Just grab her and roll her over and slam that fucking sausage dick into her and--”

“AAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!” Mari wailed as I suddenly filled her snatch with man meat, having done exactly as Belle instructed.

Belle giggled. “Bet all the other girls heard that. These walls seem pretty thin.”

“Matty… Matty… Matty…” Mari moaned, eyes rolling up into her head as I pounded into her over and again. At first, she tried to hold onto my shoulders but after a minute, she let her arms fall back limply as she simply absorbed the pounding I was giving her. I had no idea how many times she’d cum on my face during the whole sleep mask thing, but she was SUPER wet and I was able to get up to full-speed almost instantly, with minimal friction despite her still snug channel. And planting my hands flat to either side of her, I extended my arms and locked my elbows so I could really piledrive my way into her plush body and watch those big boobies bouncing all over the place.

“Soooo fucking hot,” Belle breathed, rubbing herself beside me. “You’re such a fucking stud, Matty. You have no idea how proud I am of you. Satisfying four horny sluts all week and still coming back for more? I know I whined to Mari a little bit about not feeling as intimately close to you the way we used to be. But that’s okay. We don’t have as much time to just sit around talking when we’re done with our homework because you’re fucking my friends so much! And that’s AWESOME. Don’t overblow the whole ‘quality time with Belle’ thing so much, alright? I have LOVED what we’ve been doing the last few weeks. I LOVE what we’re doing right now.”

“Matty!” Mari squealed. “Oh my lord. I’m cumming already! I’m cumming already. I… EEEEEE!!!”

My angel clenched up and came around me, and I dropped back down to kiss her through her climax. At the same time, I also heard Belle squealing, “So hot!!! I’m cumming too!!! Aaaaahhhhhh!!!”

Mari moaned and clutched my head to hers while our tongues twisted together, and she flexed her legs tightly around my calves while bucking and shuddering beneath me. I rode her all throughout her orgasm, maximizing her pleasure. And she only stopped kissing me after the tidal waves had passed and her arms and legs went limp once more.

“Your turn,” Mari sighed wearily, panting for breath. For a second, I thought she was talking to me, but then I noticed she was holding Belle’s hand and squeezed it warmly.

“You can keep going,” Belle wheezed as she came down from her own climactic high. “We just got done talking about how much I like watching.”

“Well I like watching, too,” Mari retorted. “What did you say earlier? Hey Matty, grab her and roll her over and slam that-- Hahahaha!”

Belle had shrieked as I abruptly grabbed her, rolled her onto her back, and slammed my dick all the way into my little lover’s snatch in a single thrust.

Well, no, I didn’t. That had been the idea, at least, but FUCKING A Belle was so tight. I’d never been able to slam it all in at once before, and tonight would not be the first, either. At least she was copiously wet, having already frigged herself to an orgasm just now, and I never felt that peeling skin sensation as I steadily burrowed through her tightness to get deeper and deeper and deeper.

Belle’s mouth gaped open like a fish the whole way, and it seemed like she wasn’t getting any oxygen. I could only imagine what it felt like for her tiny vaginal canal to be forcibly stretched inch by inch, my thick dick quite literally taking her breath away. But once I hit bottom and felt that tell-tale spongy impact of my cockhead against her cervical wall, she inhaled abruptly and started spasming in orgasm, just like that.

“Shit, B, did you cum just from that?” Mari swore.

“Fuuuuuck,” Belle groaned gutturally, starting to breathe again as her neck and spine began to relax.

“Think you can do that again?” Mari asked. “Fuck me while she’s jilling off and then make her cum just from your first thrust into her?”

“Uh, I dunno.”

Mari winked at me. “Care to perform an experiment?”

I chuckled, took thirty seconds to withdraw completely from Belle (she was still TIGHT), and moved over to push myself back into Mari. Belle didn’t mind. Her brain was still scrambled from that intense orgasm.

But eventually Belle woke up, realized I wasn’t inside her, and looked over at us. She grinned and started rubbing herself again, not stopping until I made Mari cum on my cock once more. But this time when I pulled out and switched from the lush Latina to my petite “little sister”, entry was a little easier but the result a lot less spectacular.

Don’t get me wrong, Belle still loved having me fuck her, but she didn’t have a breathtaking orgasm on the first thrust, either.

“We should do this more often,” Belle groaned while I pumped her steadily. “Have you pull out and switch girls mid-fuck. Why have we NOT done this yet?”

I arched an eyebrow. “Because you’re all selfish bitches who want me to make them cum first?”

Both girls giggled. “You’re probably right,” Belle acknowledged. “But I’m telling Sam this idea first thing in the morning.”

I frowned. “Ugh, she’s probably gonna make me wear the sleep mask again so I won’t even know who I’m fucking.”

“That’s EXACTLY what I was thinking!” Sam’s voice suddenly rang out behind us.

Belle, Mari, and I immediately froze and whipped our heads around to the doorway. Sam, Zofi, and Naimh all stood there in various stages of undress. Naimh had unbuttoned her pajama top and was currently fondling her left breast. Zofi stood immediately behind her, cupping Naimh’s right breast with her dominant left hand reaching around and into Naimh’s panties. And the brunette currently pulled her lips off Naimh’s neck.

I very much wanted a moment with the two of them together sooner than later.

Sam, on the other hand, stood against the wall, her pajama top dislodged a bit and her pajama pants down around mid-thigh to give herself easier access to make her fingers disappear.

“Uhhh, don’t stop on our account,” Naimh said apologetically. “The walls are just thin and we couldn’t sleep anyway.”

Belle giggled and started humping her hips against me. I looked down at her, glanced back at the other three, and finally returned my focus to the pixie currently skewered on my cock. She held me close and whispered into my ear, “Let’s give them a show. Make me cum one more time and then go fill Mari up with my creampie. Matty’s Cumslut is hungry.”

I grinned and kissed her fiercely by way of answer.

Five minutes later, I did as I’d been ordered. Belle gasped for breath in the aftermath of her orgasm but had her eyes firmly fixed on my clenching buttocks as I blasted wave after wave of creamy cum into the back of Mari’s womb. Mari moaned. I groaned. And then I shivered just a little bit as a tingle went down my spine while squirting out the final few spurts into Mari’s sucking snatch.

I was pretty wiped out, and Mari’s plush body just felt too good to leave immediately. She was like-minded, holding onto me in the afterglow while I set my forehead down against hers and grinned happily. But then Belle started tapping on my shoulder impatiently, and even whined, “Hurry uh-uuup! I want my dessert!”

But despite Belle’s insistence, I focused on Mari’s eyes. While Belle didn’t know her secret, she HAD confided in me, and I had to make sure to my own satisfaction that she was ready for this and not feeling pressured into something she wasn’t ready for. I stared down at her, asking with my eyes, ‘Are you sure?’

She beamed up at me and pulled my face to hers for a sweet kiss before whispering into my ear, “Thank you, but it’s alright. I wanna try this.”

I pulled back far enough to see her nod at me, and then rolled off the lovely Latina’s lush body to lie alongside her, scooping my left arm below her neck and setting my right arm across her midsection, my palm resting on her large breast. Mari draped her leg over mine, exposing her lewdly-stretched labia to the room full of her best friends, who all watched, intently, for the first drop of jism to leak out of her. The moment it appeared, Belle darted in like a barracuda hunting amidst a coral reef, loud and wet sucking sounds immediately emanating from her point of contact.

Meanwhile, Mari had been staring straight at me, half-hiding her eyes behind her hands the way I’d often seen her do during the scary parts of movies. She squealed and her eyes got BIG the instant she first felt Belle’s tongue touch her pussy, and she bit down on her left pinky nail. I held her in my arms while she alternated between staring goggle-eyed at me and staring goggle-eyed at Belle’s head wriggling in her crotch. And while she didn’t have an orgasm or anything by the time her best friend finished, she at least seemed to enjoy the experience.

And THEN we all went to sleep.