The Big Tits Club: Chapter 20 (Patreon)

-- CHAPTER 20: Alice II --

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“I’m just saying: This is a great example of good friends telling the truth, no matter what,” Mr. K said, gesturing with his fork that still had a piece of penne pasta skewered on the end. “Did it hurt at first? Yeah, totally. Did you get things worked out? Yeah, eventually. I mean, I don’t know what went down between you guys, but I always knew Alice would come back into your life.”

I smiled and nodded, continuing to chew my dinner rather than attempt to answer in any way that would lead Mr. K into asking for more details about what “went down” between me and Alice. I especially didn’t want him to know that she “went down” on me just this afternoon.

Twice.

While both of us agreed that the sex stuff had been driving a wedge between the two of us, we had definitely not come to the same conclusion as to how the resolve the problem. I’d been thinking I needed to stop objectifying her and treat her in a completely platonic manner in order to get back to “the way we were”.

Alice came to the realization that you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. Having spent a month without getting Matty’s face between her legs, she realized she actually CRAVED all the sex stuff she’d previously been bitching about. She realized she wanted a tongue wrapped around her clit as often as possible. She realized that the ONLY guy’s tongue she’d want wrapped around her clit was mine. And then to her great surprise, when she saw me jacking my dick right next to her on the couch, she realized that she WANTED to feel me shooting off in her mouth.

Alice got the “urge” that Zofi said she didn’t have.

And then she got the urge for me to return the favor, which I happily did.

And then she got the urge to give me a complete blowjob from start to finish, not just catch the ending.

Alice was still the same friend I’d always cared about, even if she had boobs… and even if she wanted us to go down on each other every now and again.

Full sexual intercourse? I didn’t know, and I wasn’t going to ask. But we both knew that if she ever decided she was ready, I wouldn’t turn her down. It would simply be the next evolution in our friendship.

After Alice had gone home, I’d headed over to Belle’s house to make dinner and, of course, tell her everything. I suppose there is a certain logic in two people becoming more emotionally connected after they’ve transitioned from platonic friends into physically-intimate friends, but the level to which I now felt comfortable exposing my innermost thoughts and feelings surprised me once I stopped to really think about it.

There’s an old urban myth that if you put a frog into a pot of tepid water and then slowly heat up the pot, the frog won’t jump out and will eventually boil to death. A classmate said he actually tried that experiment after catching a frog when we were in fifth grade, but the frog kept jumping out. He couldn’t be sure if it was because the frog sensed the water heating up, or if the frog was simply bored and didn’t want to stay in a damn pot with a human watching it. The point is: the experiment was a bust.

What I’m getting at in a roundabout way is that the urban myth kind of represented my relationship with Belle. We had always been pretty close in an adoptive siblings kind of way, enough that the entire BTC knew how close we were. I’d fallen into a protective big brother sort of role and we spent so much time together that a certain level of familiarity was inevitable. But in the same way even real brothers and sisters don’t share their private thoughts, I didn’t share those with Belle either. For example, Alice used to know more about my secrets than Belle did, and I was certain Mari knew more of Belle’s secrets than me as well. And hell, I hadn’t even known that Belle masturbated to thoughts of having sex with me until that fateful night after Holly’s aborted attempt to get my virginity.

But like the frog in the pot of water, things had been gradually changing since then. The more I shared with Belle, the more comfortable I felt sharing other things. We hung out, we chatted about whatever, and certain topics became less and less taboo. At first, I had tried to hold back the way I really felt about the other BTC girls, specifically Sam and Naimh, out of fear Belle would get upset or feel jealous that I had “love” feelings for her potential rivals. After all, she had told me she was “in love” with me. And doesn’t a girl who says she’s “in love” with a boy want that boy to ONLY be “in love” with her in return?

And yet, “voyeur” Belle expressed no jealousy over my feelings for the others. Okay, maybe she could get a little jealous, like that apples and oranges bit when I remarked how amazing sex was with Naimh. And that’s where the “boiled to death” part comes in my analogy.

I had been losing the filters I would normally put up to prevent myself from pissing her off. I was losing the fear of saying something that could potentially fuck up my relationship with possibly the most important human being in my life. What would happen if I finally said something that made her REALLY jealous? And while -I- had been losing those filters and baring my soul, it occurred to me that I didn’t really know all that much more about HER than I used to.

Maybe I was just being so self-centered that I was grateful to unload things off my chest and never stopped to ask what was going through Belle’s mind. Except, well, I had. She’d told me some stuff, mostly things I wanted to hear about her being totally cool with me banging the other BTC girls and how excited Matty’s Cumslut was to suck out their creampies. But somehow I’d never quite gotten into her head the way she’d gotten into mine.

Just like tonight.

I’d come over to Belle’s house after Alice left, bared my soul, talked through all my confusing thoughts about not objectifying my best friend as a sexual creature and swearing that we’d always be friends, even if she happened to have boobs, and yet ending up with her going down on me and swallow my cum for the very first time.

Twice.

Telling the truth, right? No matter what. Because that’s what real friends do.

So why wouldn’t Belle tell me HER innermost thoughts and feelings? How was she so good at deflecting me that I never even really realized she was doing so before? True, for a guy who had staked his initial reputation on being a great listener, it turned out I liked to talk a lot about myself, apparently, but still. What secrets did Belle tell Mari that she still kept from me?

What secrets did Belle keep from BOTH of us, secrets she kept only for herself?

Did I have any right to ask for those? Just because I’d become more than willing to expose my dirty laundry didn’t obligate HER to, right?

Just because -I- felt ready to tell her dad the truth about our relationship didn’t obligate HER to, did it?

But even if she wasn’t obligated, why was she still so hesitant to tell him? Was it a teenage girl’s plain and simple fear of admitting to her father that she’d become sexually active? Or was there more to it than that?

Was it as simple as, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”, meaning that we were getting away with the status quo for now, so why risk upsetting everything by giving him a reason to… well… get upset?

I didn’t know the answers to these questions, and they were starting to drive me nuts tonight. I wanted this angst GONE, one way or another. I wanted to tell Mr. K that I was fucking his one and only daughter, although perhaps not in such vulgar terms, and let the chips fall where they may. So tonight, at the dining table, when Mr. K said his little piece about telling the truth no matter what, I fixed Belle with a serious look that carried a loaded question in my eyes.

‘Should we tell him?’

Belle’s closed face was answer enough. ‘Not tonight.’

“If you need to get something off your chest, just say it,” Mr. K counseled sagely, relishing the opportunity to be the wise old man giving parental advice. “Even if you’re not sure how they’ll react, if things are bad enough that it’s stressing you out, you’re better off just coming clean and instead of keeping a secret all bottled up. You can drive yourself nuts that way; I’ve done it to myself. And if they’re as good of a friend as you think – if they’re practically family – they’ll work with you to work it out.”

I blinked and nodded my agreement, saying, “Yeah, totally.” It was a typical teenaged response.

Belle studied her food.

After the meal I headed home. Alone.

About a minute later, I walked through the front door of my house and noted with surprise that the lights were on. The sounds of women’s voices filled the air, along with delighted laughter. And did one of those voices have a familiar Australian accent?

I walked down the short hallway into the kitchen and gawked at the sight before me. Mother was still dressed from the office, but she sat in her usual seat at the dining table, refilling herself a fresh glass of wine from the bottle. The remnants of a take-out dinner were spread out before her. This, in and of itself wasn’t the greatest shock in the world. She rarely came home this early in the evening but it wasn’t unheard of, especially since work had slowed down a lot during the holidays.

What DID shock the hell out of me was her dining companion. Sam sat in a chair just around the corner from Mother, her own glass of wine in front of her, although hers was about a quarter full. The beautiful blonde bombshell saw me first and turned to look at me with delight in her eyes. “Matty! You’re home!”

Sam dismounted the stool and scurried over to me with short little steps and her hands fully extended towards me. She slammed into my chest while I caught her in surprise, wrapped her arms around my head, and hummed happily while planting a passionate kiss on my lips. I didn’t quite kiss her back, still surprised to see her and rather more alarmed by Mother’s presence. I mean yeah, she obviously knew that Sam and I were fucking each other. But it’s one thing to know that she knows, and quite another to suck face with a girl while she’s ten feet away.

When Sam finally pulled away, I gaped at her, still in shock, and asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, long story. The short version is that we ran into each other yesterday at the mall and got to chatting. I asked her some advice, she told me she’d be coming home early tonight, and invited me to come over for dinner.”

I blinked in surprise and looked at Mother. “You didn’t tell ME you were coming home early, or invite me for dinner.”

Mother frowned. “Would you have rather had dinner with me instead of with Belle?”

I waggled my head. “Well no, but…” My voice trailed off as Mother’s smug grin wiped out the rest of my answer.

“Anyways, your timing’s perfect. We were just wrapping up,” Sam said enthusiastically. Still with half of her body molded around mine, the busty blonde looked back over her shoulder and asked, “You don’t mind me taking your strapping young man upstairs, do you, Beverly?”

Mother smirked and waved us on dismissively, commenting, “Ah, to be young again.”

Sam immediately started tugging me toward the stairs, suddenly in a great hurry to get to my bedroom and rip my clothes off.

But I had only one thought on my mind.

“Since when did you start calling my mother, ‘Beverly’?!?”

****

Something tickled my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” somebody grunted, and as I sat up, I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into a girl’s throat. She took it like a trouper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, breathing heavily through her nose until I pulled back. And then she resumed rhythmically pumping my shaft in her hand and sucking on the mushroom head as if I’d never interrupted her.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the platinum-blonde head bobbing up and down in my lap, radiant in the morning light. Sam looked up at me, her amber eyes piercing in their gaze as she recognized I’d awakened. And she stopped to smile around a mouthful of meat while continuing to pump my shaft with her right hand.

I smiled back, and Sam once again focused at the task at hand. She briefly paused to gather herself before pushing her head all the way down and not stopping until she had her lips around the very base of my cock. She held that position there and looked back up at me to make sure I was watching. I was, and for a moment I remembered telling Alice that my favorite part about Sam’s blowjobs was the way she always stared at me as if asking for my approval. Sam stayed there, watching me smile at her, practically choking herself and not letting up until the last moment before she finally popped all the way up and took a deep breath.

I gave her a look of concern, my face expressing my worry that she was pushing herself too far for the sake of somehow buying my favoritism. Sam recognized the look and didn’t repeat the deep-throat. Instead, she slid her hands up inside my pajama shirt, her fingernails scratching my chest until she could squeeze my pectoral muscles. At the same time, she crawled up my body and pressed her lips into mine, kissing me feverishly and moaning into my mouth.

We made out for a minute, in no rush to move things along, or so I thought. Just when I started to increase the passion of my kissing, she abruptly pulled away so she could rip my shirt over my head. I thought we would go back to kissing after that, but she sat up on my waist instead, reached down for the hem of her nightgown, and whipped it over her head. Her bare, beautiful 36DD melons popped proudly into the morning air, pink nipples crinkled from both arousal and the cold. I gawked like a junior high boy blinded by those beauties, and with a grin she grabbed both of my hands and planted my palms atop her supple breasts, inviting me to squeeze and fondle away.

She’d already gone without panties all night. We’d fucked twice last night, once doggy-style immediately after she’d dragged me upstairs. Afterwards, she showed me the overnight bag she’d brought with her by way of expressing her intentions, pulled me into the bathroom, and we’d started off my first-ever round of shower sex.

Much like hot tub sex, the concept is more fun than the actual act itself. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVED banging my pelvis into Sam’s beautiful butt while her big bosoms got smashed up against the cold tile wall. But we first tried it standing up and couldn’t quite get my big dick inserted with the water washing away all her natural lubrication. Rear entry proved a little easier while she reached back to spread her own asscheeks out of the way. But the entire act itself, while sexy, was pretty uncomfortable for both of us.

Still, Sam got to say she got my “shower” cherry, which appeared to be her goal all along. And we returned to my bed to finish each other off. In this case, fucking face-to-face in a missionary position until she asked me to pull out, hold her head, and fuck her face until I blasted my load straight down her throat. She even managed to deep-throat me while I was doing it.

This morning, we completed the trifecta of positions as she scooted her butt back and mounted me cowgirl-style. Sam humped herself up and down in a steady rhythm while I cupped and squeezed her big boobs. Amber fire was in her irises as she stared down at me with an intense look of… love? Well, a ton of lust, but… well… Maybe my own eyes were playing tricks on me, but I saw a lot of love there too.

Reaching around to her upper back, I pulled her down to me so we could kiss madly. At the same time, I raised my knees and planted my feet flat so I could start bucking my body upwards to really drive my dick deep up into her cunt. Sam moaned, broke the kiss, and scooted a little higher, which worked out great for me since it put those massive hooters right in my face. She kissed my forehead while I mashed her melons against my cheeks and fucked her even harder. That only spurred HER to fuck me even harder, giving me such incredible pleasure until I simply couldn’t take it anymore and rolled us over so that I could be on top.

Neither of us lasted long after that. Refreshed from an amazing night’s sleep holding the blonde beauty in my arms, I pounded the shit out of her this morning with every ounce of energy I had. Sam was not a small girl, but her entire body got jerked around like a rag doll’s as I gave her a royal pounding, sending her mind into delirium as her head flopped left and right on the brink of unconsciousness.

Her orgasm triggered mine. She couldn’t hold onto me anymore, her arms and legs spread eagle while I had my way with her helpless body. Her cunt clamped up as she climaxed, and Sam screamed loud enough to wake Mother in the unlikely event that she was still here. Her inner muscles milked my cock, and I lasted only three more pumps before slamming myself as deep as I could go, parking my cockhead at the very entrance to her womb and basting it with all my scalding hot sperm.

What felt like hours later, the world came back to us. I lay panting with my head atop Sam’s bounteous breasts, having pulled out of her pussy and then collapsed to use her chest pillows as… well… pillows. Almost lazily, I licked a nipple and then started nursing on the tip of it, dreaming of perhaps one day suckling out her precious nectar. At the same time, Sam cradled my head to her bosom and sighed in utter contentment.

“What a great fucking way to start a morning,” she murmured happily. “We should really do this more often.”

“I’d be happy to do this as much as you like,” I mumbled around her teat.

She looked down at me, rubbed my head, and in a voice full of wonder, she muttered half to herself, “I think I’d like that a lot.”

****

I made breakfast for me and Sam, puttering around while she sat on a stool at the kitchen island drinking coffee while wearing my white button-down dress shirt and one of my ties. She complimented me on my domestic skills, to which I replied that I’d quickly learned to fend for myself since “Beverly” was never around. I still couldn’t get over the idea of Sam referring to Mother by her first name.

Since we’d slept in, it was getting close to 10am, the scheduled time for the girls to start arriving. The BTC hadn’t been together in one place since the Tahoe trip, but since it was the final Friday before school started again next week, we’d long ago made plans to spend the entire day as a group.

I let my eyes run up and own Sam’s choice of attire and asked, “Were you planning to change?”

She smiled at me from behind her coffee mug, brown eyes glowing amber for a moment as she replied, “Nope.”

I arched an eyebrow, shrugged, and scooped up her empty plate. I started cleaning up, including the frying pan and my dishes as well, and was still washing up when the doorbell rang.

As usual, Naimh was the first arrival when Sam went to get the door. She greeted Sam brightly, and a second later must’ve realized what Sam was wearing as she teased, “Well YOU must’ve gotten here early.”

I had finished up with the dishes and was walking into the living room when Sam flashed me an almost nervous smile and admitted, “Actually, I spent the night.”

Naimh’s jaw dropped as she processed this news, but within two seconds she grinned super-broadly, shot her hand into the air even though it was just the three of us, and chirped excitedly, “I call ‘next’!” If there was any jealousy, she certainly didn’t show it.

The three of us had a big laugh, but Naimh screwed up her face and pouted. “I just need to figure out how to convince my parents to let me stay out.”

“Hey Matty, didn’t I tell you the BTC was planning a slumber party at my house next Friday night?” Sam stated in an overly-serious voice with exaggerated head nods indicating to me that I should just go with it. “I think it’s important for all the girls who are staying overnight to check with their parents to make sure it’s okay. And if they have any concerns whatsoever, they can call me?”

“Uhhh… yeah… of course… I DO remember you telling me that,” I replied in an uncertain but ‘just going with it’ voice.

It took Naimh a second to catch on. “Wait, are we really having a slumber party or not?” she asked uncertainly.

Sam laughed. “No, just you. But seriously, you can have your parents call me if they need to confirm.”

Naimh frowned. “You’d do that for me?”

“Of course!” Sam gave the redhead a fierce hug. “We’re friends, not rivals.”

Naimh smiled and hugged Sam back. “I’m really glad you feel that way.”

“Awesome!” Sam said enthusiastically. “I mean, assuming Matty won’t mind.”

I ogled the gorgeous redhead up and down, already imagining the things we would do… TO… each other if we had all night, and I drawled, “Wouldn’t mind at all.”

The doorbell rang again, and Sam went back to open it. I noticed the way she greeted the new arrivals by stepping back and gesturing them inside with a dramatic, “Welcome, welcome! Come on in!” as if she lived here. I had a sudden vision of marrying Sam, living in this house, raising our children here, and having her welcome guests in the same manner. But I quickly shook that thought away as a distant pipe dream.

In this case, Belle and Mari had arrived together, a common occurrence since Mari often parked at Belle’s house first. Belle recognized the significance of Sam’s attire immediately, and to my surprise she looked a little shocked. “Wow, really? You spent the night?” There actually WAS a trace of jealousy in her voice.

Sam looked equally surprised. “Uh, yeah.” She frowned. “Is that not okay?”

“What? No, of course it’s fine,” Belle said immediately, recovering quickly. She gave Sam a warm smile and leaned in for a hug. “How was it? What am I saying of course it was amazing otherwise you wouldn’t be dressed like this now.”

Sam smiled and hugged Belle back, not entirely convinced everything was fine but wanting to keep things moving. She greeted Mari as well and everyone started moving into the family room by the big TV.

Zofi was the last arrival a few minutes after 10, but since she’d been Sam’s parental alibi, she already had an idea what to expect. She just smirked at Sam, they exchanged a look that said she’d get details later, and moved on.

Sam finally went upstairs to change her clothes. She’d packed an overnight bag and left it in my room even before I’d come home after dinner last night. When she returned, she clapped her hands and called out to the group, “Okay, let’s get moving!”

The other girls wrapped up their conversations and started getting up, but I checked my watch and said, “Not quite yet. I’m not ready to leave.”

Sam frowned at me. “We’ve got to get in line to get good seats!” The plan was to go see a movie together and grab lunch afterwards.

“You can wait two minutes and there will still be plenty of good seats.”

Her confusion deepened. “Wait for what?”

As if on cue, the doorbell rang. I smirked a knowing smirk, enjoying this feeling of knowing more than the girls did for once in my life. I left the family room and headed back to the front door, glancing back once to find that all five girls were following me curiously. With a flourish, I opened the door, took a step back, and was nearly deafened by the sudden high-pitched screaming.

“ALICE!!!” they collectively screamed.

My best friend soon got buried under an avalanche of hugs.

****

The movie turned out to be… forgettable. Like seriously, I don’t even remember what we watched. We got to the theater early, bought our tickets, stood in line, and got good seats. Add in the drive to the theater and we had close to an hour for the girls to talk and catch up. And they didn’t even talk about sex once!

In a way, it was a welcome return to the “old days” before the sex stuff took center stage. We sat in one long row: Zofi, Sam, Naimh, Alice, me, Belle, and Mari. None of the girls put their hand on my leg or did anything else remotely sexual. We just… hung out.

Maybe it was Alice’s presence, with everyone coming to the same conclusion I had before she’d dropped her mouth onto me while watching the porno: If avoiding the sex stuff was a requirement to keep a good friend like Alice, then the sex stuff would have to go away (at least for a little while). Naimh still flirted with me like crazy, and Sam seized multiple opportunities to get me to stare at her boobs, but both of them had been like that since before the “Holly” incident.

The seven of us grabbed lunch, spent the next hour eating and talking, and finally loaded into the van to drive back to my place. It was only once we got back inside the house that the rest of the BTC started to realize they wouldn’t have to tiptoe around Alice for fear of scaring her off anymore.

Especially since Alice turned out to be the FIRST one to get my dick in her mouth.

I’m getting ahead of myself again.

We’d actually never gone through the entire box of alcohol Mother had left us on the Tahoe trip, and Sam wanted to finish it off. She cracked open the wine first, got Zofi to join her, with Naimh following suit. I started mixing cocktails, and when Alice asked where we’d gotten the box of booze, she kicked off a conversation that went down one tangent after another, ending up in a fairly explicit retelling of the morning orgy after Sam had slipped me one of her father’s erectile dysfunction pills.

“So there’s… hehe… there’s Matty…” Sam chortled, unable to keep up a continuous narrative the way she kept cracking and wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “And he’s trying… hehe… his head is darting left and right trying to track where… hah… And then… And then… hahahaha.”

Alice glanced over at me. “She’s never gonna finish the story, is she?”

Drunken Sam keeled over onto her side, cackling quite uncontrollably.

Zofi, who had been sipping wine but was only mildly buzzed, explained, “Matty got fed up with sleep mask and ripped it off. By then, Belle had Sam in an armchair eating her out.”

Alice arched an eyebrow. “Even without a creampie in there?”

Zofi slapped her hand down on the coffee table. “That’s what -I- thought!”

Belle frowned into her cocktail. “I’m not JUST a cumslut.”

“Anyways,” Zofi continued. “Matty rips off the sleep mask, gets behind Belle when neither she nor Sam has any idea he’s coming, and just starts hammering the hell out of her.”

“He looked like a fucking GOD,” Naimh breathed, looking quite pink, her emerald eyes aflame.

Zofi continued the story. “He blasts away inside Belle, gets up, waggles his finger in Sam’s face, and orders, ‘YOU suck that out of HER!’”

I frowned. “That’s not quite how I remember it.”

Sam kept laughing and wiping tears from her eyes, “Even if it isn’t, I like her version better.”

“That’s when I noticed he wasn’t getting soft at all,” Naimh chimed in. “Because of the pill.”

Alice snickered, “So you went for a ride.”

“Actually, he took ME for quite a ride,” the redhead replied, shivering as if she’d had a mini-orgasm just thinking about it. “Threw me down and fucked me like a ragdoll. It was AWESOME.”

“Then he fucked ME like a ragdoll,” Mari chimed in. “And yes, it was also awesome!”

Alice smirked and looked up at Zofi. “I’m surprised you got through that trip without losing your virginity.”

“Oh, I got mine,” Zofi replied a little smugly, her eyes darting over to Belle and Mari.

“Sounds like things worked out for the best with me not coming along,” Alice said quietly, biting her lip while staring into the bottom of her glass. “I don’t think the rest of you would’ve been so uninhibited if I’d been there, raining on everybody’s parade.”

THAT got Sam to stop laughing. She sat up abruptly, wiped her face, and started to say something. But Alice beat her to the punch, holding up a hand and adding, “Please don’t try to apologize. It’s the truth. I couldn’t handle what was happening, and I would’ve been a dark cloud on a sunny day. You guys had an incredible trip because I wasn’t there, and I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.”

Naimh frowned and patted Alice’s leg. But before she could say anything either, Alice grinned and continued, saying, “I think everything worked out for the best, actually. You all got the crazy Tahoe cabin orgy, and I got the time and space I needed to figure myself out.” She got a wicked gleam in her eye right then. “I’ve got a feeling Matty never told you what happened yesterday afternoon, did he?”

The girls all exchanged glances. Belle stared into her lap, because of course I’d already told her. Sam, on the other hand, looked particularly confused because she’d spent all night with me and didn’t have a clue.

“All the stories you’ve been telling have gotten me pretty turned on,” Alice continued. She glanced over at me, gave me a knowing smirk, and finished, “At least now I feel totally comfortable with the urge to act on it. I think it’s time I showed the girls I’ve learned a new trick.”

With that, Alice slipped of the couch and knelt in front of me. You could hear the collective gasp of the girls as she reached for my cargo pants, pulled down my zipper, and extracted my erection.

I was rock hard and ready to go. She wasn’t the only one to have gotten pretty turned on from hearing the stories.

“OhmiGAWD!” Naimh screeched the moment Alice’s mouth sank down around my cock.

“Wowww!” Mari squealed.

“She looks REALLY into it,” Zofi commented.

“Fuck me dead and bury me pregnant!” Sam exclaimed.

Belle shook her head wryly at Sam. “You people have some really weird sayings.”

****

Nobody interfered with what they initially thought was Alice’s first blowjob. Only after Sam commented that she was doing pretty good for a first-timer did Belle explain that she’d done it to me twice yesterday afternoon.

Midway through, Alice called Naimh over to join her. Together, the girls gave me a tandem blowjob, licking up each side of my shaft and taking turns gnawing on my knob. Naimh even sucked my balls into her mouth while Alice bobbed her head up and down. But at one point when they both were near the top, Naimh lost her head a little bit and started kissing Alice on the lips, much to the Korean girl’s surprise. Alice jerked away, Naimh got apologetic, and for a second there I worried Alice was going to get upset and stomp off or something.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say sorry. I just don’t think I’m quite there yet,” she wound up saying, looking rather apologetic herself.

“You keep going,” Naimh offered while taking a step back.

“Actually, who else wants a turn?” Alice asked, turning around. “Today’s not about me, even if it’s felt like it sometimes. I’d really prefer to just let things go back to normal, where I’m just one of the girls instead of the guest of honor, which it seems you’re all treating me like.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” Mari announced as she dropped to her knees right in front of me. The buxom Latina quickly took over, rapidly slamming her entire face down my dick with ease. She was proud to be the BJ Queen of the BTC, and I could tell she was showing off even though it wasn’t the first time Alice had seen her do this. Still, I enjoyed seeing Mari every time she carried herself with this kind of self-confidence. If only she could bring the same vibe into other areas of her life.

In the end, all six of the girls took a turn blowing me. Sam went next, then Zofi, and finally Belle. But when I started getting close to cumming while Belle hoovered my prick and did that two-hand twisty thing I loved so much, she stopped short of getting me off and looked back up at Alice. “Finish him off for us? You know we’re all dying to see him cum in your mouth.”

With a grin, Alice sank down before me and started bobbing her face up and down my dick.

“Careful, you don’t want to get that yucky sperm on you or anything,” Sam drawled teasingly.

“Oh no, he’s gonna explode in your face! Dive away!” Naimh laughed a moment later.

Alice flipped them both the bird, one with each hand. That she did so with her mouth halfway down my dick somehow made the moment absolutely perfect. And I felt my balls coiling as the pressure came to the point of no return.

“Gonna cum,” I grunted in warning.

Alice actually kept her hands up, continuing to flip the girls the bird in a big Eff-You gesture while backing her head up until just the crown was still in her mouth. I groaned and started ejecting little cumballs that splattered across her tongue that she swallowed immediately in anticipation of the next load. Over and over again I fired away, filling her mouth to bursting although she managed to swallow it all.

All except for the last few shots at least. Those, she kept in her mouth, trapping them inside while she nursed on my tip to get the last dregs. And when I finally groaned and sank back deep into my seat, wiped out for the moment, my best friend turned to face her audience, gaping her mouth open wide to show them the pool of cum she’d collected.

“Better swallow it before Belle kisses you,” Sam drawled.

Alice’s eyes popped open wide and she abruptly swallowed.

“Aww…” Belle pouted cutely in mock (?) disappointment.

Turning to me with a happy grin, Alice dropped onto the couch right by my side, hugging me tightly. I hugged her back and raised my free hand, knuckles forward.

She fist-bumped me, kissed my cheek, and sighed. “It’s good to be back.”

****

As darkness fell, I was alone outside on the patio while grilling up dinner. It was a cold evening, and the girls were inside where it was warm while their slave boy Matty made them food. But I didn’t remain alone for long.

I heard the sliding door open and the voices of excited teenaged girls chattering about whatever popped into their pretty little heads filled the air for a few moments, but a moment later the door slid back shut and the sounds faded. I heard footsteps and glanced back to see a small figure almost completely hidden beneath a blanket that had even been wrapped over the top of her head. Based on her short stature alone I knew it was Belle, and I asked, “Coming to get a breath of fresh air?”

“A little too fresh. It’s freezing out here.” She wrapped the blanket a little tighter around her thin body.

She made to sit down in one of the chairs, but I gestured, “Come stand by the grill. The heat will help keep you warm.”

She nodded and came alongside me. I wore a jacket and there was no wind, so the chill didn’t really bother me. And when she came close I wrapped Belle up in a hug and rotated us so that she was between my warmth and the grill.

“What brings you out here into the far reaches of the Siberian wasteland?” I asked casually.

She shrugged, looked up at me with doe eyes, and murmured, “I needed a kiss.”

“Oh, well in that case…” I quickly bent down, holding her tight, and captured her lips with my own.

She clutched the blanket close around her head and shoulders but otherwise pressed herself against me, kissing me with unexpected passion. No warm-up, no foreplay, just straight to the main event, as if she’d been building up to this moment for a while already.

Feeling the intensity of her emotion, I squatted and scooped her up in my arms, blanket and all, to bring her face to the same elevation as mine. She finally shot her arms out and wrapped them around my neck, her tongue darting and diving as her lips mashed up against mine over and over and over again. Other than the times we made out while in the middle of having sex, she hadn’t kissed me with this kind of passion since… well… maybe never.

All of a sudden, she broke away, turned her face, and tucked her head into the corner of my neck and shoulder. She whimpered, shuddered, and seemed to start crying for a moment. But just as suddenly as she’d started, she stopped, sniffled and asked, “Please put me down.”

Frowning, I went ahead and set her back down on her feet. Taking deep breath, she looked up at me, wiped a tear from her eyes, and mumbled, “Sorry about that.”

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Oh, just hormones out of whack I think,” she said dismissively before looking up at me, her pale green eyes shimmering in the outdoor patio lights. “I love you, Matty.”

Her voice was serious and sincere. I smiled warmly at her and replied, “I love you too… Annabelle.”

She gave me a coy little smile, got up on her tiptoes, and gave me another quick kiss. Shivering enough to cause her face to twitch for a second, she muttered, “Brr… It really IS cold out here. I’m gonna head back inside.” Without waiting for a response, she turned around and started heading for the sliding door.

I watched her go, puzzled. But the alarm I’d set for myself went off just then, drawing my attention back to the grill. The meat couldn’t wait.

****

Dinner was a boisterous affair. With one last evening together before school started again, the girls were in a festive mood. Plus, they seemed intent on polishing off every last drop of alcohol we had left in the Tahoe box, nevermind that I probably could’ve added it to the liquor cabinet.

The wine ran out during dinner, which more or less forced everyone to switch to the hard liquor. I mixed up sweet, fizzy drinks with soda to take the edge off, but that didn’t stop the girls from finishing glass after glass as the night wore on.

Much like our first night in Tahoe, happy-flirty drunk Naimh outdrank everyone. Unlike our first night in Tahoe, competitive Sam tried to keep up with her while never turning morose, even for a little bit, which was nice. And Belle simply weighed like 90 pounds soaking wet – she didn’t have the meat on her bones to absorb so much alcohol, and she may have turned out even happier-flirty drunk than Naimh.

Alice was making up for lost time, having missed the entire Tahoe trip, and she didn’t have enough experience with alcohol to know when to stop. She got crazy-loopy really early in the evening. Mari was a little more sedate, but even she got pretty toasted. And Zofi couldn’t stop giggling for what seemed like an hour.

For some weird reason, being drunk made the girls want to raid our games closet. I think Mari started the whole thing by suggesting we play Texas Hold ‘Em (I was beginning to think the shy one was actually a calculating card shark), but when they went to get the cards out they discovered all the board games and started to get nostalgic about their childhoods. We played Uno for a bit, and Sam tried to start a game of Monopoly that lasted for all of three minutes. Alice and Naimh got into a rather heated game of Connect 4, and that’s when Sam found Twister.

She, Zofi, me, and Belle started the first game, and when Zofi fell down, Sam promptly command her to strip off an article of clothing. Eyebrows went up, but Zofi did as ordered, losing her sweater. The four of us kept playing, Sam fell next, and Belle commanded Sam to strip something off.

Sam took off her jeans first, leaving her bottomless below the waist save for a pair of baby blue panties. And thus, strip Twister was born.

I could write paragraph upon paragraph about each step of the game, describing in great detail about how I wound up trying to balance myself like a crab with my right leg extended to get to a red dot, a position which put the bulge in my boxer shorts dangerously close to Sam’s face while she hunched over in a precarious position.

I could explain the convoluted logic Sam employed to somehow get all seven of us involved in a manner that ultimately resulted in everyone losing their clothes in a reasonably uniform pattern. But to be honest, I don’t remember most of that crap.

What I remember is sucking one of Mari’s big titties into my mouth when it got within reach. She didn’t seem to mind.

What I remember is that someone managed to unbutton the flap in my boxers, and it could’ve been any of the three girls who were in that direction at the time. I was twisted into some kind of pretzel shape where I couldn’t actually see my crotch at the time. Whoever she was, I’m pretty sure she wasn’t doing it to try and win. She just wanted to pull my cockhead through the flap and start playing with me.

What I remember is losing my balance when somebody kicked my ankle out from under me, and I collapsed face-first into Sam’s cleavage. It took me a minute to get off her, and her tits had quite a bit of my saliva on them by the time I was done.

And I definitely remembered a moment when Naimh was completely naked save for her panties and I found myself arched over her like a bridge in a position that put my dick poking through the flap in my boxers just over her face. At that point, Naimh muttered, “Fuck the game”, dropped flat onto her back, grabbed my hips, and yanked my dick into her mouth.

I was so revved up by that point that I started fucking Naimh’s face then and there, in a pushup position while drilling my dick straight up and down. And from there, the drunken orgy began.

I need to make abundantly clear right from the beginning that I did not take Alice’s virginity that night. She offered it to me no less than three times: the first while inviting me with a drunken giggle, the second while whining and moaning that she needed me, and the third while she got quite angry with me for holding out on her. I had decided for the both of us that she deserved better than to lose her cherry while bombed out of her mind during a furball where no less than five of her best friends were vying for my dick’s attention at the same time. And while she obviously hated that decision at the time, the next morning she told me she was quite appreciative of my better judgment.

However, it’s fair to say that would be my only noble decision of the night, because apart from refraining from taking anyone’s cherry, I pretty much spent the entire night selfishly sticking my dick into every willing hole I could reach without regard for whether or not I even got the girl off.

I was still face-fucking Naimh when Mari parked herself on all fours right next to us, waggling her big butt in my face invitingly. I crawled over, grabbed her hips, and slammed myself in, rabbit-humping the luscious Latina at hyperspeed right from the jump.

Sam was quick to park herself on all fours next to Mari and waggle her ass at me. The busty blonde also craned her head to look back at me and blew me a kiss. So… yeah, I moved over and started jackhammering her instead.

Petite little Belle parked herself in front of the couch, her chest on the cushion and her butt facing back at me. She actually reached back, spread her cute buttcheeks to the sides with both hands, and extended one middle finger to rub up and down her tight slit. Soaked as I was from Mari’s and Sam’s combined pussy juices, and given that Belle had been getting quite revved up herself as the game progressed, entry of her snug snatch wasn’t too difficult. I couldn’t start rabbit-humping her at hyperspeed, but slow-dicking started to become fast-dicking as she got stretched out.

Naimh didn’t park herself next to me and wait for an invitation. The busty redhead actually yanked me out of Belle’s cunt, dropped me flat on my back across the Twister mat, and mounted me then and there. Alice saw an opportunity to get involved as well, so the Korean girl climbed onto my face. And quite possibly because this was Alice’s first day back, nobody seemed inclined to try and interfere this time.

So Naimh was able to keep riding me to orgasm, at which point somebody else switched with her. I had no idea who, because even though I wasn’t blindfolded, Alice was still sitting on my face and I couldn’t see anything but her crotch, her big D-cups poking out from her naked chest, and my hands going honka-honka on those big tits. Actually, I could see her face all screwed up with pleasure whenever she bent forward, but that was pretty much it.

I finally got a look when I made Alice cry out her climax and dismount me to let someone else have a turn. Sam was having a grand old time humping herself up and down, and lovely Zofi climbed aboard the Matty’s Mouth Express Train to Orgasm. Only Zofi sat down facing back towards Sam, and after a few moments, I could hear a lot more than just moans of arousal. Apparently the two girls were kissing each other. And when I slid my hands up Zofi’s lithe torso to cup her tits, I found Sam’s hands had beaten me there.

No worries, Sam was more than happy to share. She even grabbed my hands to plant them on her own big melons as well, and the three of us happily fucked the night away in a threesome position we would repeat again and again many more times in the future.

Both of them came, and by then I was ready to drop a load as well. But the girls were already getting off me to give someone else a turn. But nobody else climbed on me right away. I sat up, looked around, and my jaw hit the floor at the sight before me. Alice and Mari sat side-by-side on the couch, heels up on the cushions and legs spread apart. Belle knelt in front of her BFF Mari, her face wriggling in the obvious motions of a girl giving head to another girl. This in and of itself wasn’t so surprising, since I’d seen Belle suck a creampie out of Mari before and also seen her going down on Sam even without a creampie. But the fact that Alice had Naimh’s face in her crotch doing the exact same thing blew my fucking mind. I nearly came just seeing it.

Not that I actually wanted to cum all by myself. Not when there were much better receptacles within reach. Even though it was probably Belle’s or Mari’s turn, I just really wanted to fuck Naimh’s fucking incredible body as much as possible, especially since she was currently going down on Alice. I rubbed the redhead’s ass while she waggled it against my palm. I gave it a few healthy spanks, just for fun. And then I slotted myself in and started pounding away.

Alice’s eyes glittered watching me initiate her first threesome. She held the back of Naimh’s head, cramming it deeper against her crotch and started moaning MY name. “Matty… Matty…” And all the while, Naimh fucked her ass back at me with a pretty steady beat.

Mari was watching us through half-lidded eyes, squeezed Alice’s hand, and mumbled questioningly, “You want him in you?”

Alice nodded in heat, giggled drunkenly, and crooked her finger to me. “Wanna come take my cherry, Matty?”

Naimh picked her head up and stopped fucking back at me. She glanced back at me, wordlessly asking if I wanted to pull out and go fuck Alice instead. But I took the Irish girl by the head and pointed her back into Alice’s crotch, saying, “Not today. Not like this. For one thing, you’re not on the pill, are you?”

Alice screwed up her face and shook her head. “Didn’t think about that.”

In the end, I pounded my way into Naimh’s cunt, eyes locked onto Alice the whole time. I didn’t want to take her virginity in the middle of an orgy tonight, but I was perfectly happy to fantasize about spurting into her unprotected womb. Less than a minute later, I slammed forward one final time, let myself fire away, and imagined just that.

From the way Alice’s eyes flashed, I think she was imagining the same thing.

When I was done spunking Naimh’s snatch, Belle actually shoved me out of the way so she could flip the bigger girl over, parking the redhead on the couch and diving between her legs to get to my cum. Meanwhile, Mari took one look at my still pretty hard dick and jumped off the couch to suck me into her mouth. She bobbed up and down a few times, gave me a wink, and then pulled up to say, “I think I’m starting to like the taste of a girl’s pussy on your penis.”

I blinked, shrugged, and said, “You’re welcome to it anytime.”

Mari quickly went to work trying to revive me.

In the meantime, Alice looked over and saw Sam and Zofi scissoring on the floor. She stared at them, puzzled for a moment, as if trying to sort out the mechanics. I called over for her to come back to me. She hesitated, pointing at the girls, asking, “Are they…?”

“They’re rubbing their clits together,” I explained. “Sam called it ‘tribbing’. You should try it sometime.”

Alice’s eyes got big. “Letting Neevie go down on me was one thing, but I don’t think I’m quite drunk enough for THAT.”

I chuckled and said, “Come sit on my face. Pretty sure you can wrap your head around that.”

Alice grinned and came over to me, but this time she sat down facing away from me. I buzzed her asshole a few times, making her squeak in surprise. She didn’t immediately get into it the way Mari or Naimh had the first time I’d rimmed either of them, so I didn’t repeat the maneuver. Instead, I focused on eating out my best friend and snaking my hands up to play with her boobs. Meanwhile, the girls started trading off blowjobs. Belle took over, her twisting hands a dead giveaway, not that she was trying to hide her identity anymore. I ended up in at least two more mouths, although I’m not sure who, before someone finally just sat down on my re-hardened dick.

By now, everyone had gotten at least one orgasm, and probably two or three, not that I was really keeping count. The girls didn’t seem interested in trying to climax, instead swapping themselves out every minute or so. Actually, it started to get regular enough that I popped my head out of Alice’s crotch and asked with a sudden burst of inspiration, “Are you guys actually using a timer?”

Sam laughed and popped into my field of vision, holding up one-minute plastic sand timer from some board game or another.

I rolled my eyes and gave myself a goal to get Alice off in less than two minutes. I had her screaming with about ten seconds to spare, although she stayed on top of my face until the next timer ran out and Belle’s ultra-tight pussy sank down on me.

Once Alice rolled off me and whimpered on the floor, shuddering from orgasmic aftershocks, I decided I’d had enough of lying down. It was easy to wrap my arms around Belle’s lower back and get off the floor without dislodging my dick from her tight snatch, and I planted her butt on the edge of the couch so I could really start hammering her. My little Annabelle squealed and moaned and howled her pleasure, making quite a racket. That’s when Alice parked herself right next to Belle, spreading her legs apart while whining and moaning that she didn’t care if she was protected or not, she just needed me deep inside her.

I was tempted, but not that tempted. Not with Belle’s ultra-tight pussy wrapped around my prick. I gently told Alice not yet, focused on the petite strawberry-blonde beneath me, and did my level best to make her cum. Belle was pretty primed up after all the Russian Roulette, so it didn’t take long to set her off.

By then, Alice grumbled and moved away. Sam took her place sitting next to Belle, showing off her flexibility by raising her knees up to her own shoulders and holding them there, feet up and pussy completely exposed. It was an easy matter to pull out of Belle, scoot a couple of feet to my left and start pounding her instead. And then Mari lined herself up next to Sam.

By the time I switched over to start fucking Mari, Belle had recovered and gotten out of her seat. Naimh took her spot, likewise folding herself in half by raising her legs all the way up. Belle and Zofi wound up in the loveseat, the two self-professed voyeurs rubbing each other while watching me switch back and forth between Mari, Sam, and Naimh. And that’s when Alice in the armchair started waggling the one-minute sand timer and calling “Switch!” every time it ran out.

We actually only made it through two rounds before Naimh got up and went to talk to Belle. I had switched over to Mari by then and didn’t pay much attention, at least not until she returned a couple of minutes later while I was still fucking Sam. But instead of getting back into position, the redhead parked herself on all fours, waggling her ass at me. I was happy to step over and slam it into her from behind, but when she set her chest against the backrest and reached around to spread her own asscheeks for me, that’s when I noticed the way her crinkled anus was glistening.

“Holy crap, you lubed?” I exclaimed in surprise.

“Merry Christmas!” Naimh laughed.

I didn’t hesitate. I pulled out my dick, notched it at the Irish redhead’s sphincter, and started pushing.

“Ohmigawwwwwddd…” she grunted at the penetration, her head popping up while the hands she had braced atop the couch’s backrest clenched and turned white-knuckled.

“Holy shit!” Belle squealed. “She’s actually taking it.”

“Were you not LISTENING when they did this in Tahoe?” Mari asked, completely unruffled by the sight.

“That was different. His dick looks HUGE in her little asshole,” Belle squealed. “Can you imagine him trying to do that to ME?!?”

“Well, I’m certainly imagining it NOW,” Mari deadpanned.

“That thing ain’t NEVER going near my anus,” Alice stated emphatically, her face rather pale. In a concerned voice, she asked, “You okay, Neevie?”

“Uh-huh…” she groaned, straining a bit as her anal chute stretched to accommodate me. But she exhaled, relaxed her ass a bit, and added, “Deeper, please, Matty. Deeper. Fuck my arse!”

Drunk and delirious, I nodded and didn’t think too hard about it. Naimh’s asshole felt fucking GOOD and I wanted to feel it ALL. So I thrust as hard as I could, pulled back, and thrust again, reveling in the redhead’s screams as I reamed out her rectum. Fucking the busty teenager’s pussy was incredible and had me lying awake at night revisiting fond memories of the times we’d already had, but fucking her tight “arse” was just on another level of amazing.

Groaning gutturally, Naimh tried to hold on for dear life as I fucked the shit out of her. She howled and yelped and bucked her butt back at me. Bracing her boobs against the backrest, she reached back with her right hand and rubbed her own clit. And faster than I would’ve thought, she started screaming in orgasmic ecstasy, “Matty! Matty! MAAAATTTTTYYYY!!!”

Naimh thrashed and moaned all through her climax, howling constantly until her voice petered out and she ultimately collapsed, completely worn out.

I was close to joining her, but not quite. Switching pussies every minute feels nice, but the downtime in-between kept setting me back. As great as Naimh’s asshole had felt, I wasn’t there yet, and for a second, I thought about just sodomizing the shit out of her whether she had the strength to fuck back or not.

That’s when Sam landed on the couch beside us, bent over and braced against the backrest the same way Naimh had been. “My turn?” she asked coquettishly. “I’ve been training myself with butt plugs since Tahoe.”

I glanced over as she reached back and spread her buttcheeks, revealing a freshly lubed anus glistening in the light. With a grin, I replied, “Um, yes please!” And I pulled out of Naimh, pausing for a moment to admire the redhead’s gaping wide anus.

Sam giggled excitedly as I notched my cockhead at her backdoor and started to push. As promised, entry into the busty blonde’s asshole was a LOT easier than the first time. I actually slid all the way in on the first thrust, bottoming out right away, and looked up at her in surprise. I wasn’t the only one shocked, either.

“Holy shit!” Belle squealed. “That went in so easy!”

“It certainly didn’t SOUND easy when they did this in Tahoe,” Mari commented. “It actually sounded really painful.”

“Yeah, those were the noises that made me realize I am NEVER doing this with him,” Belle swore.

“I have to admit though, the noises Neevie made when she came DID make me wonder… a little bit…” Alice remarked, spacing out for a second. Then she focused again on the scene in front of her. “Sam, how did you DO that?”

“Told you,” the blonde grunted, eyes narrowed as she concentrated on the sensations, sweat beading on her forehead. “I’ve been training myself since Tahoe.”

I supposed it shouldn’t have been such a surprise. I’ve told you Sam was driven, and when she made up her mind, there was nothing that could stand in her way. Presently, I found her grinning back at me, quite proud of herself.

“Fuck my arse, lover,” she crooned invitingly.

I was only too happy to do so.

Sam howled and wailed like a porn star who’d popped an e-tab. I pounded that ass like there was no tomorrow, banging my pelvis off her bubble butt over and again. She pushed herself upright, hands planted on the backrest and elbows locked while I held her hips and hammered the hell out of her.

“Fuck me! Harder, baby! So deep! So good! I love it, baby!”

“I’m fucking you,” I grunted in return. “I’m fucking you!”

“Fuck my arse! Fuck my teeny tiny arse! Oh I love it so much! Fuck my arse! Fuck my arse! Fuck my arse!” the busty and apparently bisexual bottle-blonde beauty moaned beneath me. “Fuu-uu-uuuuu-uu-uuuuuuuccckkkk Meeeeeeee!!!”

I fucked her. I really, really fucked her. I fucked that tight arse until I literally couldn’t fuck it anymore. Because as much as I wanted this moment to last forever, in the end I finally ran out of control and started spewing thick gobs of cum into the deepest reaches of her anus where the sun would never shine.

“SAAAM! SAAAAM! FUUUUUUUUCCCCK!!!” I howled while ejecting every drop I had left deep into her bowels.

“MAAAAAAATTTTTTTYYYYYY!!!!” she howled right back, quaking in orgasm beneath my heaving body.

Exhausted, I collapsed against Sam’s back, which buckled her knees and elbows so that she crashed face-first against the backrest. I cuddled her closely for a minute, almost drooling on her shoulder before I regained enough strength to roll off. Sam remained hunched over for another minute or so, but then she abruptly squeaked, her eyes flew WIDE open, and her mouth gaped open in utter shock.

“Belle!” Zofi screeched. “That’s dribbling out of her ASS!”

“Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!” Belle’s answer was muffled while she kept slurping my jizz as I leaked from Sam’s lewdly-stretched anus.

Naimh looked a little shocked.

Mari looked a little curious.

Alice was laughing so hard she tipped over.

Sam just started grinning, and even rubbed her ass against Belle’s face a bit before curling a finger to me. Together, we made out like the happily sated lovers we were until Belle finished hoovering out my jism.

Zofi looked goggle-eyed at the petite strawberry-blonde. “Well I WAS gonna ask you to go down on me, but you’d better go clean up your face and like, use mouthwash before you go anywhere near me.”

****

At that point, I was pretty ready to call it a night. I’d cum in Alice’s mouth before dinner, I’d spunked in Naimh’s pussy after naked Twister, and I’d blasted another load into the depth of Sam’s rectum just now. And Sam hadn’t slipped me any of her dad’s E.D. pills this time. But when I decided it was time to take a shower, both Zofi and Alice decided to join me, claiming that as the only two remaining virgins they didn’t get as much time with me as the others.

My bathroom fortunately had a larger-than-standard sized shower, big enough to fit three people, albeit a little snugly. I had tons of fun soaping up the girls’ bodies, making sure their tits were squeaky clean, and even knelt down to do taste tests of the insides of their pussies to check for soap residue. Nobody had an orgasm, but I think we all realized more co-ed showers would be in our future.

I did get hard again though, and while we were drying off, Alice started making out with me and jacked my new erection while she led me over to my bed. Still rather drunk and delirious, I just sort of went with it right up until the point that we were French kissing pretty hot and heavy atop my bed and she started sliding her wet pussy up and down my dick, riding it like a rail. Once, though, she slid back far enough that my mushroom head nestled into the gap between her labia, seemingly quite on purpose, and that’s when I reached down to grab her hips and keep her pinned down.

“Not yet,” I cautioned. “Not like this.”

“I don’t care about having some special night,” she complained. “I don’t mind that all our friends are here and I’m getting one-sixth of your attention. I’m ready, Matty. I want you. I want it NOW.”

“Tell me again when you haven’t downed like eight cocktails in a night. Tell me again when you’re on the pill. I’m sorry, Alice, we can’t do this tonight.”

She knew I was right. Mother’s admonishments to make sure the girl was protected were ringing in the back of my head, and from the look on her face I knew her own mother’s warnings were ringing in the back of hers. But I could see the lust in her eyes and the cravings in her expression, the alcohol dulling her inhibitions and sense of reason. She kissed me again, and in hindsight I think she did so in an attempt to distract me. And then without word or warning or request, she elevated her body, notched my cockhead at the entrance to her pussy, and started to sink down.

Perhaps my experience with Sam had taught me to expect such a maneuver, and the instant she put my cockhead into position I twisted my hips and rolled us over. A second later I backed away and got off the bed entirely. And that’s when Alice got MAD.

“What the FUCK, Matty! You’re supposed to be my best friend!”

“I AM your best friend! It’s because I care about you too much to let you risk this!”

But Alice wasn’t having it, and after about a minute of arguing she got angry enough to stomp out the door in a rage. Zofi had been in the room the whole time, and with a towel wrapped around her torso she stepped up to hug me from behind, kiss my shoulder, and set her cheek against mine.

“You did the right thing,” she told me. “It’s one of the reasons why I love you.”

I blinked in surprise. “Wait, what?”

Zofi giggled and clarified, “I’m not IN love with you. I’m saying it the same way everyone else does when they say how much we appreciate you being you. For years we’ve all known we could trust you with our bodies, trust you with our emotions, and trust that you always had our best interests at heart. You think six girls like us kept you around this long just because of your swimming pool? Why do you think four of us stayed virgins? Why do you think Sam stopped even dating other guys? Or Neevie never dating anyone since her arrival? Even if we didn’t always want to admit it to ourselves, we’ve always known we’d eventually start having sex with you when the time was right. Even me.”

I arched an eyebrow and twisted slightly to face her, suddenly quite interested. “When?”

Zofi giggled, kissed my lips, and hugged me close from behind. She whispered into my ear, “We’re not there yet, darling.”

And then like a ghost, she slipped away.

****

It was only when I returned to the family room that I realized how badly we’d messed up planning the day’s activities. While Belle had simply walked next door, the other five girls had all driven here so we could take my van to the movie theatre together. Even Sam had driven herself here last night. That meant I had six drunken girls in my house with five vehicles parked nearby, and the same sense of responsibility that had prevented me from taking Alice’s cherry now prevented me from letting any of them drive home.

Logic told me I would have to keep them here overnight and let them sleep it off. Logic also told me that would be a one-way ticket to hell when all their parents discovered the girls had spent the night at my house because their darling little angels were too drunk to drive after a night of debauchery and hedonism. I started trying to rationalize my way out of the situation, not an easy thing to do when I was also still rather drunk myself. But at least I didn’t smell like sex anymore.

Not smelling like sex is what actually gave me the idea for the girls to all get cleaned up. Arriving home a little tipsy could be explained away as high school seniors being high school seniors, so long as they didn’t smell like the one teenage boy in the BTC had been pounding their pussy (or ass) all night. I got a bunch of extra towels, Sam took Naimh into Mother’s bathroom to shower, and Belle took Mari into mine. And in less than 30 minutes I at least had five semi-conscious girls dressed in their day clothes.

Yes, I said five, not six. Even after taking a shower, the amount of alcohol Belle drank had hit her pretty hard. She passed out in the armchair after getting dressed, completely out like a light. Well, listening to me, Sam, and Zofi talking while trying to figure a way out of the mess may have also had something to do with it.

Sam’s brilliant idea (while still pretty drunk) was to wait for Mother to come home, explain the situation, and have her call all the parents to let their daughters spend the night. I pointed out that Sam herself had already spent one night away from home, and two would really be stretching credulity. I also didn’t want to ask Mother to cover for that sort of thing, even if Sam was convinced that “Beverly” wouldn’t mind.

Luckily enough, Zofi had barely had anything to drink, at least in comparison to the rest of us. She enjoyed the wine but didn’t really enjoy the cocktails, no matter how sweet. She pronounced herself fit to drive, especially after the shower, and once we accepted that, we concocted a plan. Zofi would drive herself, Sam, Naimh, Alice, and Mari home tonight in Sam’s big SUV. If any questions were asked, they could truthfully admit we’d been drinking and the responsible thing was to not drive themselves. Tomorrow morning we’d figure out how to pick everyone back up, we could hang out for the day, and then each of the girls could drive her own car back home. As for Belle, she was small enough that I could just carry her home.

Of course, just as soon as our drunk asses had decided on THAT, Mother came home. She actually walked in right as we started organizing to have “less drunk” Zofi drive everyone home and immediately declared, “Okay, no stupid teenaged plans. Everybody into the minivan! Wait, one moment. Is anybody going to be sick? No. Then get in the damn van.”

The girls all went rather pale when a parental authority figure arrived and started barking orders. They obeyed with barely a peep. At least she gave me enough time to hug each of them goodnight.

After Mother left with a van full of tipsy teenaged girls, I scooped Belle into my arms and carried her bridal style out the front door with her head pillowed on my shoulder, her house keys already in my right hand. It was after 10pm, but Mr. K was still awake and watching TV when I came in. He took one look at me carrying Belle instead of his daughter walking under her own power, turned the TV off and came over asking, “What’s wrong? Is she hurt?”

I shook my head and explained, “Nah she’s fine. But, uh… we were drinking quite a bit tonight and Belle’s a bit of a lightweight.”

Mr. K sighed but shrugged. While I was certain he wasn’t thrilled to hear his little girl had been drinking, he seemed to accept it.

“I’m just gonna carry her upstairs,” I told him.

He nodded and followed after us.

I took Belle straight to her bed, pulled aside the covers and lay her down. She woke up a bit when her head hit the pillow, and she gave me a beautiful smile while reaching up to caress my cheek.

I was suddenly quite conscious of the fact that Mr. K was standing in the doorway right behind me, and as my eyes went wide I reached up to grab Belle’s hand before she did anything rash.

But before I could say or do anything to warn her of the situation, she sighed happily, saying, “I love you, Matty.”

And then she closed the gap between us for a firm, passionate kiss.

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