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VIP-BTC2: Chapter 58
🕑 Added 2023-04-22 19:01:00 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 58: Winter Break --
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-- TUESDAY --
“Ungh, ungh, ungh,” Belle groaned every time my cockhead hit that little bump at the end, setting off little sparkles in her brain. “Ohmigawd, Matty… That feels so good… Such a perfect fit… You’re my perfect fit… Fuck me… Fuck meeeeee…”
“Hmph, hmph, hmph,” I grunted, concentrating on my technique to keep up the rhythm and hit that spot she loved so much every time.
“I can’t believe you made me wait this long to feel you…” Belle groaned. “I needed to feel you inside me, but you made me wait forever.”
“It. Wasn’t. Forever,” I grunted, continuing to pump in and out of her ultratight twat. It was Tuesday morning, the day after Christmas, and Mr. K had gotten called into the hospital. “Just until your dad left the house.”
“Don’t you mean our dad?” she teased, a twinkle in her pale-green eyes.
I stopped thrusting for a moment and gave Belle a stern look. “Don’t make it weird.”
But Belle merely giggled, clenched her cunt a little tighter around my cock, and mewled into my ear. “Fuck me with your big dick, big brother. Your little sister wants to feel her big brother’s big dick stretching her tiny, teenage pussy. Fuck me harder, big brother! Fuck me harder!”
“B… seriously…” I warned. “You need to stop saying shit like that.”
“If you don’t like me saying ‘shit like that’, why are you grinding on me like you enjoy it?”
“I… Uhhh…” I abruptly stopped the grinding I hadn’t realized I’d started doing. “Your pussy feels amazing, B. But I wouldn’t say I’d been enjoying you saying--”
“You’re enjoying it,” Belle insisted before licking my ear. “You’re soooo fucking deep inside me, big brother. Wanna put a baby in your baby sister’s womb? Ride me hard, big brother, but don’t take too long. You don’t want our dad to come home and catch us, do you?”
“Aww, fuck, B…” I grunted, unable to keep myself from grinding within her super-sweet pussy once more.
Belle giggled and bit my ear, her legs tightening behind my ass as she undulated her little body beneath mine to hump me back as much as I was humping her. “Fuck me, big brother,” she crooned. “I want you to fuck me like this every day of winter break.”
“You’re gonna have to share though…” I moaned. “You and (shit am I really gonna say it?) our dad may have talked me into staying here overnight, but I still need to see the other girls.”
Belle outright laughed and bit my ear again. “Of course we’re gonna visit the other girls. Your little sister isn’t flexible enough to suck your creampies outta her own pussy, after all. And I already know who we’re inviting over first.”
****
“Hngh, hngh, hngh, hngh, hngh…” I grunted rhythmically at a steady pace that matched my metronomic thrusts in and out of my Angel’s super-supple, super-wet snatch that snugly surrounded my steel-hard schlong. I had a firm grip on her hips, using them as handholds for leverage while I crunched my glutes and abs to really pound her body-built-for-sex with piston-like precision. And I was rewarded by the sight of her massive melons flapping back-and-forth like a snow angel in response to my aggressive jerking motions.
I’d felt a sense of déjà vu when I’d first opened the front door and the happy, horny, Hispanic girl had immediately tackled me to the floor. I’d fortunately landed on that part of my anatomy with sufficient cushioning to absorb such an impact against the hardwood. And I’d wound up grabbing meaty handfuls of my Mariangel’s magnificent ass while she mewled and manically made out with me.
“Oh… I’ve missed you… Matty…” my Mari whimpered in-between breathless kisses. “I need you IN me! I wanna mount you… right here and now!”
“Well if you wanna mount him, you’re gonna have to scoot back a couple of feet,” Belle drawled. “I can’t close the front door with his legs in the way.”
Mari giggled and glanced around. Indeed, we were still in the foyer with the front door wide open, and I briefly wondered if random passers-by would be able to see Mari’s ample ass with my hands holding up the back of her skirt. But I quickly pulled my hands out, the buxom brunette climbed off me, and Belle closed the door.
I abruptly found myself getting dragged up the stairs, my Mariangel urging, “Let’s go! Let’s go! I need you IN me, Matty! IN me! I haven’t gotten laid in weeks, and I’m not waiting any longer than I have to!”
Laughing, I held my Angel’s hand and hustled with her.
I knew Mari had been obliged by family duty to go home first after flying back from school, unable to join that Friday-night winter break get-together in Berkeley, and she’d remained with her extended family all through Christmas. We’d briefly chatted on the phone yesterday, and I’d wished her Feliz Navidad. Now that we were finally together, my luscious Latina was eager to make up for lost time. But even so, as soon as she flopped herself across Belle’s bed and extended all four limbs in invitation for me to come ravish her, I couldn’t help but pause for a moment to admire the gorgeous creature before me.
Mari had been heart-stoppingly stunning when I’d last seen her over Thanksgiving break, and she was just as incredible today. She’d refreshed the blonde highlights in her hair and still possessed every inch of her killer curves. And fuck, I think her boobs had only gotten firmer without losing any of their mass.
She wore a plum-colored blouse with several extra buttons undone over a black camisole, along with a black miniskirt and black high heels. When she realized I was ogling her, Mari pivoted slightly onto her left hip, bending her knees, twisting her torso for maximum cleavage, and giving me a coy look.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Matty,” she murmured with a seductive purr in her voice.
Belle was already behind me, and the little brat immediately pantsed me, dragging down my borrowed pajama pants to my ankles. And my massive woody popped up at an inclined angle like a flag salute to Mari’s magnificent body.
“That’s what I’ve been craving…” Mari purred with glittering eyes. “I need it IN me, Matty. IN me! IN me!”
She rolled onto her back and reached for the hem of her miniskirt. But rather than remove it, Mari tugged it up until the skirt was bunched up around her waist, revealing a familiar-looking orange thong. And I blinked in surprise at the sight of it.
Mari giggled. “You never did get my ‘prize’ over Thanksgiving,” she pointed out.
“A-nal cream-pie! A-nal cream-pie!” Belle chanted behind me, which made me snort and shake my head at her with a grin.
“But first, my pussy has missed you. Why are we still talking? I need you IN me, Matty! I need you IN me!”
I slid the strap of her thong aside.
And then I was IN her.
Lubrication was not a problem, and my Mariangel’s body-built-for-sex was more than ready to accept all of me in a single thrust. Her pussy was snug without being too constricting; it pliantly yielded to the tip of my monster as it slid forward through her channel and yet rebounded back to hug every square millimeter of me not at the point of attack. And we were off to the races and lustily pounding away at each other right from the jump.
Eventually I reached down to remove my borrowed t-shirt, leaving me bare-naked. Mari, on the other hand, remained fully-clothed, although we did eventually get her plum blouse fully unbuttoned throat-to-tails and then yanked her camisole up under her chin so I could have unfettered access to her bouncing boobies. Not only did I love mashing her melons in my hands and suckling on her sweet teats, but I also still enjoyed watching them bounce off each other in wobbly orbits and caroming off each other in odd directions like Uranium atoms in a nuclear energy simulation.
Belle, meanwhile, situated herself in her desk chair and shoved her fingers down the front of her panties to masturbate. My horny little voyeur moaned and groaned while strumming her tiny love button, directing the action every now and again as well.
“Hook her leg over your shoulder and rub her clit at the same time.”
“Grab her titties and squeeze them. Squeeze them!”
“Oh and bite her nipples! You remember she really loves that.”
I hooked Mari’s leg over my shoulder and rubbed her clit at the same time.
I grabbed Mari’s titties and squeezed them.
And I bent over and bit Mari’s nipples. She really did love that.
At some point, I hooked both of Mari’s legs over my shoulders and dug my toes into the carpet of Belle’s bedroom, really laying down the lumber as I sensed she was rapidly approaching an epic climax.
“Fuckme-fuckme-fuckme, Matty-Matty-Matty!” my Angel cried, her head lolling side to side as she extended her arms towards the headboard and surrendered herself to ecstasy.
I hammered her harder and harder and harder, my upper thighs slapping against her well-padded buttocks with loud, meaty [thwacks].
“OH-OH-OH-OH! MATTY-MATTY-MATTY! I’m gonna cum, Matty! You’re gonna make me cum!” she screamed.
“Hngh, hngh, hngh, hngh, hngh…” I grunted rhythmically at a steady pace that matched my metronomic thrusts in and out of my Angel’s super-supple, super-wet snatch that snugly surrounded my steel-hard schlong. I had a firm grip on her hips, using them as handholds for leverage while I crunched my glutes and abs to really pound her body-built-for-sex with piston-like precision. And I was rewarded by the sight of her massive melons flapping back-and-forth like a snow angel in response to my aggressive jerking motions.
“I’m gonna cum, Matty! I’m gonna… gonna… OOOOHHHHWWWWAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!”
“Hngh, hngh, hngh…”
“OOOOHHHHWWWWAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!”
“HNGH! HNGH! HNGH!”
“OOOOHHHHWWWWAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!”
“HNGH! HNGH! HNGH! HHNNGGHH!!!”
Mari’s vaginal canal convulsed around my cock as she clamped up and came. I’d just buried myself balls-deep when her teenage twat suddenly tightened up, abruptly arresting my ability to continue thrusting. Indeed, she squeezed down so hard that I couldn’t even ejaculate, the pressure in my balls rapidly building past the boiling point.
“OOOOHHhhwwwwaaaahhhhhhhh…” Mari wheezed as her climax peaked and then started to wane. As she did so, the pressure around my prick slackened, and I felt a diluvial torrent of jism start to blast forth down the length of my shaft.
“HHNNGGHH!!!” I grunted.
The first shot sprayed straight into her still-spasming snatch, but I’d started to pull out, and by the time the second shot spurted forth, I’d already re-centered my cockhead at her colon’s entrance, and wound up squirting her sphincter with my slippery spunk.
“HHNNGGHH!!!” I grunted again.
And then I rammed forward.
“HOLY FUCK!!!” my Angel yelped as she felt four inches of scalding hot dick suddenly slide straight into the depths of her tight tailpipe.
“HHNNGGHH!!!” I grunted one more time, my third shot of spooge coating her anal canal’s inner walls as my big dick burrowed deeper and deeper into her bowels.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” she yowled with every inch.
“HNGH! HNGH! HNGH!” I grunted three last times, collapsing forward at the very end with my big dick balls-deep up my Mariangel’s big booty.
Her legs split to the sides, allowing my chest to crash down onto hers. My face hit the pillow right next to her head, and I could feel her body shivering beneath my own shuddering form, my senses alive and crackling with excess electrical energy in the aftermath of such an incredible orgasm. And as I kept twitching and shaking from the aftershocks, I felt my Angel’s loving embrace surround me as she cradled me close with all four limbs.
And then Mari sighed dreamily, her voice full of contentment as she drawled, “Fuck yeah that hit the spot.”
****
Those first orgasms took the edge off, but Mari and Belle weren’t done with me yet. After Belle took care of cleaning out Mari’s creampie and then Mari finished undressing (while hanging her orange thong around my neck), the three of us settled down for an old-fashioned MariBelle threesome.
The girls did some tribbing while I cleaned myself up and caught my breath. They gave me a tandem blowjob that included a lot of kissing each other with my cockhead sandwiched between their lips. And then my Baby Belle went for a ride while Mari sat on my face.
We finished with the girls in a pleasant sixty-nine and me switching sides while alternating pussies and mouths. Belle’s last orgasm milked my load out into her creaming cunt, and Mari gaped her mouth open from the bottom of the sixty-nine position so I could watch my gooey jizz slowly trickle out from between Belle’s red-worn labia and drip, drip, drip down to coat the luscious Latina’s extended tongue.
And then of course Matty’s Little Cumslut had to turn around and lick it back up.
The girls then sat me down and convinced me to stay in town for the whole week. While I’d still feel really weird and awkward about spending the night with one of my girlfriends while her parents were in the house, and I wouldn’t even consider doing so with Naimh, Sam, Mari, Alice, Holly, or Zofi, when it came to spending the night with Belle… well… it actually felt a lot more natural than I would’ve realized.
Maybe it was because my decision to think of Mr. K as “Dad”, and to think of the Kramer’s house as “home” made it feel much more… normal. Where else would be “home” if not this place? I was intimately familiar with the kitchen, the living room, and even Belle’s bedroom. And with Mr. K stating plainly last night that (A) I belonged in this house and (B) he had absolutely no issues with me and Belle sharing a bed together, my sense of awkwardness and anxiety started to melt away.
To be honest, the only real reason I felt any tug to stay in Berkeley was to be near Skylar, not for sex reasons but to make sure she didn’t feel isolated and alone. But when I called her up to say that the BTC girls had talked me into staying with Belle for the rest of the week, she’d immediately dismissed my concerns by stating, “It’s better for me if you stay away, actually. I’ve got to finish these projects before the end of the week, and if you come back to Berkeley, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop myself from going over to your house and… ah… getting distracted.”
I chuckled and replied, “I understand.”
“When ARE you coming back, though?”
“Saturday. Probably around lunchtime.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” she purred huskily.
“Is there somewhere in particular you’d like me to take you out?”
“Fuck no. Just come straight to my apartment so I can rip your clothes off and throw you onto my bed.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“I’m trying to decide if I want to lie back and have you eat me out to orgasm after screaming orgasm before you climb on and see if your big dick can reach any more virgin territory deep inside my pussy, or if I’d rather feel your thickness stretching my lips while I masturbate myself, fantasizing about how good it will feel when I finally straddle you and slowly sink myself down around your massive dick while you paw at my breasts with your big hands.”
“Ummm… I’ll leave that up to you.”
“Mmm… and if you bring Neevie with you…” she purred before cursing, “Bollocks, I’d better hang up before I get any more hot and bothered. Even thinking about you is getting me distracted from my work. Bye, Matty. See you Saturday.”
“See you then.”
That entire conversation had taken place while I was sitting in my minivan. Belle and Mari had driven off to do some after-Christmas Sale shopping together, and I’d already called up Alice to see if she was available for me to come over. She was actually the only one of The BTC girls with zero interest in after-Christmas Sales and had been quick to agree, although she did warn me that her mom was home.
That was fine, because I was more interested in playing video games than anything else after already busting my nut three times. Belle drank down my load after morning sex. Then I’d switched holes on the fly with Mari to finally “earn” her orange thong. And finally, Belle, Mari, and I had added a threesome together as well.
Alice met me at her front door with a fist bump and then gestured for me to come in. I followed her inside, but when the smell of Korean BBQ hit me and I saw a platter of kalbi short ribs on the counter, I stopped and gawked at the still-steaming food.
My stomach gurgled on cue.
Alice grinned. “They’re for you.”
I blinked in surprise. “Really?”
Alice’s mother glanced over her shoulder at me, the range hood still venting away steam and smoke as she continued grilling up additional short ribs. “Merry Christmas, Mattoo,” she greeted with her typical thick Korean accent. “Good to see you again.”
“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Choi,” I replied politely.
“You eat first. Then pray games. And then I go run some errands,” she continued. Did I imagine it, or had Alice’s mom actually winked at me?
I wasn’t sure who looked more surprised: me or Alice.
Long story short, Alice and I ate. Then we played games. And then Mrs. Choi left to run some errands.
No, Alice didn’t drag me upstairs to her bedroom.
We kept playing video games right there in the living room…
… while having sex.
For the record, Alice was a good enough gamer that she was perfectly capable of beating me at Tekken Tag Tournament without needing to distract me by mounting her superwet, supertight teenage twat atop my upright turgid tool.
It was just… Alice’s way was much more fun.
****
-- WEDNESDAY --
“Fuck you two are so hot together,” I grunted, my breath coming with labored pants while I leaned back against the headboard, my eyes wide at the sight of such gorgeous young women Sapphically swapping spit straight in front of me.
Sam giggled and sat up with a mischievous smile on her face. The buxom blonde bombshell with the short-cropped hair above her shoulders waggled herself left and right a bit, and I moaned feeling a corresponding left-and-right wiggle from the snug snatch currently wrapped around my rigid rod.
But Sam herself wasn’t actually mounted on me.
A slender, silver-haired beauty was currently impaled on my big dick in a reverse-cowgirl position, both of our bodies covered with a fine sheen of sweat. Holly’s long locks were currently pinned up in adorable double-buns, and she shivered and sighed while letting her head loll back over my shoulder while I continued to crunch my abs and make my thick prick thrust up into her tight teenage twat.
An equally naked Sam knelt astride Holly’s lap so that the two scorching-hot babes could make out with each other. And when she smiled at me and leaned forward, I thought she would recapture Holly’s lips with her own.
But rather than resume kissing Holly, Sam reached up to turn Holly’s head and aim the silver-haired girl’s face over her shoulder back at me. Holly didn’t resist, allowing herself to be directed, and I met her halfway by sealing my mouth over hers, much to her moaning delight.
“That’s it, Personal Slut,” Sam encouraged. “Make love to Master with your tongue. Isn’t he so fuckin’ hot and sexy? Feel the strength and power in his lips. Soak in how safe and loved you feel in his arms. Let yourself be filled and fulfilled by his massive cock stretching your cunt. Doesn’t it feel good?”
Holly didn’t respond verbally except to moan into my mouth.
I’d been holding Sam’s ass in my hands, but as the Aussie blonde leaned back to let me and Holly make out, I relocated my hands to Holly’s body, letting my left hand cup one of her big, bare breasts while my right hand slid down her taut abdominals and sought out her little love button with my middle finger. But my hand bumped into Sam’s, which was already at work buffin’ Holly’s muffin’. And as I slid my right hand back up to cup the silver-haired girl’s other boob, I stopped trying to thrust my dick and settled down for a minute, content to take my time.
There was no rush. The three of us had all morning together. And I had no other girls to satisfy for the entire day except these two.
Or so the schedule said.
I’d woken up this morning spooned up around my sweet Annabelle. I knew Mr. K would still be home, but with my throbbing erection nestled between my Baby Belle’s baby buns, the urge to push myself inside her despite “our dad’s” presence in the house had been pretty intense. The fact that I was seriously considering it was testament enough to how “normal” waking up here had started to feel.
But I’d resisted the urge, and when Belle awoke on her own a few minutes later and I’d asked her what she wanted to do today, she’d tapped her watch and replied, “Schedule says you’ll go over to Holly’s house at ten.”
“Wait, what?”
“You know where Holly’s house is. You went there a few times last summer.”
“Yeah, I know where Holly’s house is. But what’s this about ‘schedule says’?”
Belle smirked. “Mari and I ran into Neevie, Sam, and Holly at the mall. We sat down, made some calls, and worked out a schedule since you’re here for the rest of the week. Mari and I had you yesterday morning, and you were already at Alice’s place in the afternoon. So Sam and Holly get you this morning, and then you’re visiting Neevie and her parents for dinner.”
“Neevie and her parents?!?” I asked incredulously.
“Thursday morning you’re back with Mari, and then Alice gets you for another gaming-slash-sex session Thursday afternoon--”
“Neevie and her parents?!?” I repeated.
“Keep up,” Belle scolded.
“I am keeping up. I’m just trying to wrap my head around the whole ‘Neevie’s parents’ bit.”
“Neevie’s idea. It’s been almost a year since you two first got together-together, and you’re living together at school now, with no signs of slowing down and Neevie’s more in love with you than ever. She said her dad has been coming around to the idea of you being a long-term presence in her life, and she wants him and you to stop hating each other.”
“I’ve never hated him,” I pointed out.
“She wants her dad to stop seeing you as… What did Sam call you? Oh, ‘the devil incarnate’. I know you and Neevie’s dad got off on the wrong foot, but she said he’s promised to give you a fair shake this time.”
My dubious expression made clear how much I expected “a fair shake”.
“Fair-er,” Belle hedged. “You can’t say it isn’t worth a shot.”
“It’s worth a shot,” I agreed. “But what about Zofi? You didn’t mention her at all in this so-called ‘schedule’.”
“Well Zofi already got the weekend with you, PLUS Skylar. We’re all still jealous about that, by the way.”
“Jealous of Zofi for spending the weekend with me? Or jealous Zofi got to Skylar before any of you?”
“Yesss…”
I smirked and shrugged.
“Zofi also gets you Friday afternoon and evening - with her parents too, actually. Some college football games going on or something. I don’t really know which teams, nor do I really care.”
“Friday? Probably the UCLA game. Or maybe Oregon versus Texas.”
Belle stared at me blankly. “Like I said: I don’t really care. Moving on. I feel like I missed a slot.”
“Friday morning,” I informed her.
“Sam and Holly again. That’ll be their second slot this week.”
I furrowed my eyebrows and frowned. “Sounds like everybody gets two slots except Neevie and Zofi.”
“We’re counting Zofi’s weekend with you and Skylar as a slot. Zofi’s cool with it.”
“And Neevie?”
“She figures subjecting you to her parents counts for double.”
“That makes no sense at all, and we end up with zero opportunities for sex.”
“It’s what she decided for herself, you’re getting laid often enough anyways, and how many times have you stated that your relationship shouldn’t be based on sex?”
“Fine, fine, so long as Neevie’s onboard. But then, why not just triple up or even have everyone meet up at Holly’s house this morning or something? That way, nobody gets left out or is short on slots with me.”
“Sorry to prick your ego, but not everything revolves around you,” Belle replied with a laugh. “We all have our own things to take care of this week: family obligations, shopping, whatever. Like: Sam’s gotta take her Escalade in to the dealer. Besides, we’ll have plenty of opportunities to do the big group thing during the New Year’s Mammoth trip. Getting every girl two slots this week seemed like a good balance: everyone gets enough time with you without overcrowding.”
I thought for a moment, doing the math, and then pointed out, “But you don’t get another slot beyond the one you already had yesterday morning.”
Belle shrugged. “I get all the overnights sleeping in your arms.”
I winced. “You also don’t get any more opportunities for sex, so long as your dad is still around.”
“You mean ‘our’ dad?” she teased.
“That just makes it worse, actually. No way I’d want my dad to hear his daughter having an orgasm inflicted by his son, and the more I keep saying these words the weirder it feels.”
“Fine, I’ll stop, but only because it’s making ME hornier and if you keep going, I’m liable to mount you whether you like it or not.” Belle’s eyes glittered in a way that told me she was three seconds away from jumping me anyways. But instead she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Bottom line: I don’t want to wear you out before anyone else’s slot, like today. I’ll last until New Year’s at Mammoth. Besides…”
I narrowed my eyes and gave Belle a suspicious look when she grinned a rather mischievous evil grin. “Besides what?”
“Like I said: not everything revolves around you,” she replied with a laugh. “The nice thing about all of us girls being bisexual is that we’re perfectly capable of helping each other out whenever you’re otherwise occupied.”
“So you and Mari are gonna hole up together with your fingers in each other’s twat while I’m with Sam and Holly this morning?”
“I’m meeting up with Zofi, actually.”
I blinked in surprise. “You’re visiting Zofi?”
Belle nodded, her evil grin fading as she took on a serious look. “Mari’s got some extended family she’s got to go visit anyways. As for Zofi--”
“You’re gonna hole up together with your fingers in each other’s twat to relieve some of the jealousy that I got to have her this weekend and you didn’t?”
“Well sure. If the opportunity presents itself,” Belle replied in a way that was anything but a confirmation.
I furrowed my eyebrows and frowned at her expression.
“Something’s going on between her and Sam.” Belle pursed her lips. “Something… not good. Neevie suggested Sam and Zofi get this morning’s slot, but Sam deflected and said she wanted to pair up with Holly instead.”
“That’s… a bit alarming,” I muttered.
“Could be nothing. Could be something,” Belle hedged. “I’m gonna go find out.”
I winced. “Zofi told me that Sam hasn’t talked to her in more than a month.”
Belle nodded. “That’s what Neevie told me after we left the mall.”
I exhaled slowly. “I’ll talk to Sam.”
“You will not,” Belle instructed firmly.
I blinked in surprise. “Wait, what?”
“Like I said: could be nothing, could be something. Maybe Sam’s just super busy. Maybe Sam just knows that Zofi has always been in love with her and doesn’t want to lead her on. We both know it’s not the first time Sam’s decided that emotionally withdrawing from someone was the best way for both parties to move on.” Belle shrugged. “Maybe Sam would honestly rather pair up with Holly for some other, non-nefarious reason. They are good friends, too.”
“They are,” I admitted. “But I don’t like the idea of knowing there might be a problem between Sam and Zofi and not doing anything about it.”
“Let us girls handle it,” Belle urged me. “The last thing we want to do right now is make a big deal out of it and cause hurt feelings. So don’t be a stereotypical boy with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer going in and stirring up a hornet’s nest by asking whether or not something’s going on between Sam and Zofi, alright?”
I pressed my lips together and scowled, not liking what Belle was asking me.
“You know I’m right. We’re the experts on each other’s feelings, and we’ve been doing this for each other since we hit puberty. Seriously: let us handle it, alright?”
I sighed. “Alright.”
****
“So what’s going on between you and Zofi?” I drawled conversationally while leaning back against the headboard and arching an eyebrow at Sam.
The buxom blonde was panting softly, her naked body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. She lay flat on her back, big breasts heaving and sagging only slightly from gravity, with the oddly discordant visual of an erect silicone phallus sprouting vertically from her loins.
Holly was unconscious and curled up on her side in the same spot where she’d collapsed after quite literally falling off of Sam’s synthetic schlong. The silver-haired beauty breathed deeply and slowly with the somnambulant pace of someone in a deeply slumbering state. But she still wore the sunny smile of someone who had been deeply satisfied, with copious amount of her own girlcum drying between her thighs while a similarly copious amount of my malecum leaked out from her still-gaping, reddened asshole following our rather athletically out-of-control double-penetration session.
Still panting softly, Sam gave me a funny look before turning her attention to the ceiling. “Did you seriously just ask me that?”
“Well, I’m a little concerned.”
“Concerned five seconds after blowing a massive load up Holly’s ass? Not even gonna enjoy the blissful afterglow of orgasm? Not gonna let me enjoy the blissful afterglow of orgasm?”
I shrugged. “The orgasms were great, but Holly will be out cold for a few minutes, this is my first opportunity to ask, and I figure I shouldn’t waste time beating around the bush about it lest she wake up sooner than later and you decide you don’t want to talk about it.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Why not?”
“Are you really gonna make me talk about it?”
“If you promise me we’ll talk about it later, even after Holly wakes up and we all get cleaned up, I’ll let it go for now. But yeah, I’m gonna make you talk about it.”
Sam sighed. “Whatever happened to the Matty I fell in love with? The Matty who would never pressure me into talking about something I didn’t want to talk about?”
“The Matty who still loves you today – and still loves Zofi - wants to do everything he can to help both of you, and he believes that the Sam he loves so very much also loves him enough to understand that and will forgive him for pushing her a little bit harder this morning.”
Sam sighed again. “I promise we’ll talk about it later.”
“Okay. But I’m gonna hold you to that.”
Sam blinked and turned to look at me with a look of mild surprise. “You really will hold me to that instead of letting it slide.”
“I think we’re past the point in our relationship where I’m constantly trying to please you in the hopes you’ll keep rubbing your tits in my face. I’ve been a patiently loyal enough boyfriend to believe I’ve earned the right to ask you to do something special for me every now and then.”
“And your idea of asking me to do something special for you is to get me to talk about Zofi?”
I smirked. “Well, I’d ask Tight-Ass Slut to bend over and spread her tight asscheeks for me, but we already did that twenty minutes ago.”
“Good times.” Sam giggled.
I grinned back.
Sam took a deep breath, glanced down at Holly’s slumbering form, and then exhaled slowly. Returning her vacant gaze to the vague direction of the ceiling, she muttered plainly, “Nothing’s going on between me and Zofi.”
“If nothing was going on, you wouldn’t have spent the past three minutes trying to get me to drop the subject.”
“It’s not that I was trying to… Well… Aren’t Belle and Neevie meeting up with Zofi today or something? Why don’t you let them work things out with her?”
“I AM letting them work things out with her. AND I’m trying to work things out with you.”
“Little out of character for you. Don’t you normally hang back and let us girls figure this stuff out without bothering you? We’re The BTC. We girls have always looked out for each other, Zofi and I are still good friends, and we WILL figure this out together as well.”
“I’m part of The BTC too, am I not?” I challenged. “Now if you BTC girls needed to have a committee meeting with each other to hash out some issues concerning a girl’s feelings for me, I would totally understand you asking me to take a step back and let you girls figure things out together without me. But this time the issue is between you and one of the other girls, and I think it’s totally in my character to want to do whatever I can to support you both.”
Sam gave me a grateful smile. “You’re amazing, Matty. I really don’t deserve you.”
“Let’s not go down that rabbit hole again.”
She sighed. “There’s nothing going on between me and Zofi. At least, nothing bad. We didn’t have a fight. Neither of us said anything that would upset the other. We just… I mean… We just lost touch.”
“Zofi said you two haven’t talked in over a month.”
“I’ve been busy, you know? You of all people should know that. If I could barely find enough time to spend with my ever-loving, ever-loyal boyfriend, do you really think I had extra time to keep in touch with an old friend going to school on the other side of the country?”
“If that was all there was to it, I’d understand. But why are you avoiding Zofi?”
“I’m not avoiding Zofi.”
“But Belle said that the original suggestion for today’s ‘schedule’ was for you and Zofi to spend this time with me, but you declined and said you’d rather pair up with Holly.”
“And what, you were disappointed with Holly?” Sam gestured over the slumbering girl still leaking my cum from her sodden anus.
“Of course not.” I shook my head fiercely. “But can you honestly tell me I’m reading too much into you switching from Zofi to Holly?”
“You’re reading too much into it. Holly’s parents are out so we have free access to this house. Simple as that.”
I narrowed my eyes while scrutinizing Sam’s expression. And then I growled somewhat coldly, “You don’t lie to me very often, and I don’t like the fact that you’re lying to me now.”
Sam looked guilty and then pointed her gaze at the ceiling again. She sighed, shook her head, and only then seemed to remember she was still wearing Matty Junior buckled around her waist. She took a minute to unbuckle the borrowed equipment, set it aside, and then drew her knees up to her chest like an upended turtle for a moment, hugging her shins while pursing her lips pensively.
I waited her out, giving her space, and eventually, she spoke.
“I don’t want to see Zofi because I still feel guilty for not keeping in touch all semester and I don’t know what to say to her,” Sam muttered almost inaudibly.
“So you are avoiding her.”
“I’m not…” she began before catching herself. And then with a sigh, she admitted, “I’m avoiding her.”
“You can’t avoid her forever. The Mammoth trip is next week,” I pointed out.
“I’m aware of that.”
“I smell a ‘but’ coming…”
Sam sighed. “I dunno… The whole situation’s just… I’m being a dole bludger about it.”
“You’re being a what?”
“I’m being lazy.”
I arched an eyebrow. “‘Lazy’ and ‘Sam’ are not two words that fit together in a sentence for me.”
Sam let go of her shins and extended her legs forward, rolling up into a sitting position as she did so. Raising her knees to her chest once more, she hugged them and set her cheek down atop her kneecaps while looking back towards me.
“Feels like I’ve always known Zofi was in love with me, even back to freshman year. I don’t know when exactly I realized that what she felt was ‘love’ more than mere ‘best-friendship’, but I know that I tried not to think about it too hard and just… ignored it.”
“Ignored it?”
“Pretended like I didn’t know. Played it off like we were just best friends. Neither of us ever talked about romantic love, and she never seemed to mind.”
“Maybe that’s because she didn’t realize she was in love with you,” I suggested. “It took a long time for Zofi to come to terms with her sexuality. Maybe she was in just as much denial as you were.”
“Maybe,” Sam considered. “But even after she realized she was a lesbian and told me she was in love with me, I basically just said ‘cool’ and then we never really talked about it again.”
“Really?”
Sam shrugged. “She said she knew I was in love with you, said she was happy for me, and said there were no hard feelings. She wished the best for both of us, promised we’d stay friends, and then flew off to Princeton.”
“And then you stopped talking to her.”
“I didn’t stop talking to her,” Sam protested. “I got busy. It wasn’t like I started to pick up the phone to call her and then made a conscious decision saying, ‘No, I’m going to cut her off.’”
“But you stopped calling her.”
“And she stopped calling me.” Sam sighed. “The calls themselves were getting shorter and shorter. I’d started multitasking while on the phone, reading or organizing or whatever, and I think one time I realized she’d been talking for like three minutes and I hadn’t heard a single word she said.”
“You snubbed her.”
Sam winced. “I didn’t…” she started defensively before letting her voice trail off and then giving me a guilty look. “I was busy.”
“I know you were.”
Sam hung her head. “I wasn’t a very good friend.”
“And you feel guilty about that. You feel guilty about being a shitty friend for not reaching out to her more often.”
“I feel guilty about not respecting our friendship enough to fucking pay attention while on an active phone call,” Sam moaned dispiritedly. “It’s no wonder she stopped bothering to call. And I didn’t even realize until after Thanksgiving that we hadn’t talked in more than a week.”
“Well in all fairness, Thanksgiving was kinda… busy.”
“I still felt guilty about it.”
“Not guilty enough to pick up a phone and apologize, though.”
Sam looked stung and grimaced. “I’m a shitty friend.”
Reaching forward, I grabbed Sam’s hips and physically dragged her across the bed towards me. Holly was still curled up to the side, but she was out of the way enough for me to park Sam between my legs so I could hug her from behind. And after kissing her shoulder blade and then kissing her neck, I exhaled slowly and said, “Let’s say I know a thing or two about being shitty to someone who deserves better.”
Sam glanced back at me with a frown. “You are the least shitty human being I know. The amount of devotion, attention, and care you give to ALL of us - especially me – is… it’s superhuman.”
“I’m a really shitty son, for one thing.”
Sam frowned. But a moment later, her eyes popped open wide in realization. “Did you finally talk to Beverly?”
I nodded.
“Did you call her? Or did she call you?”
“She called me. For Christmas.”
“Awesome! How’d it go?”
I sighed. “Missed her voicemail at first. It got lost amongst all the other messages and voicemails the rest of you were bombarding me with on Christmas morning after Zofi circulated that I’d finally hooked up with Skylar. It was the first Christmas she wasn’t present for, and I spent all day feeling angry with her, feeling like she’d abandoned me. Like, I was seriously bitter about her never calling me all semester--”
“I’ve told her to call you. I’ve been telling her to call you for months.”
“I know you did. But she still didn’t call me.”
“I’ve told you to call her.”
“I know you did. But I still didn’t call her. I was perfectly happy to watch my checking account balance keep rising every month but couldn’t bring myself to pick up the phone and dial her. So like I said: I know a thing or two about being shitty to someone who deserves better.”
Sam winced. “But you refused to call your mom out of anger and resentment. You’re the one who had to put up with an absent mother, feeling snubbed and deprioritized for all these years. You’re the Zofi in this situation, but I’m the Beverly. I’m like your mom, feeling guilty about my sins of the past, knowing I really should make the effort to reach out to you, but all knotted up into inaction by my guilt. It’s a vicious cycle.”
“Mother finally did call me, and even though I didn’t text her back until it was after midnight in New York, she called me right back. We had a really nice conversation, and I feel a thousand percent better about it. I think she feels a thousand percent better about it too.” I squeezed Sam and rubbed her forearm encouragingly. “You can still reach out to Zofi, and I guarantee that both of you will feel a thousand percent better about it, too.”
Sam looked scared. “I don’t know what to say to her.”
“Just tell her the truth. Tell her you got busy, you got distracted, and that you feel incredibly guilty about snubbing her on the phone. She’ll forgive you. You know she will.”
“I don’t deserve Zofi’s forgiveness.”
“You know you’ve got a really weird thing about feeling like you don’t deserve someone’s love and forgiveness while simultaneously doing nothing to actually change your behavior.”
Sam grimaced. “I am trying to change my behavior for the better.”
“With me? Sure. Now it’s your turn to do so for Zofi.”
Sam sighed. “I should call her. I know I should.”
“Absolutely you should. You can even go call her right now. I’m sure she’d love to hear your voice, especially since she’s probably talking to Belle and Neevie about you right now.” I squeezed Sam again. “Call her up, suggest you two meet up this afternoon. Maybe even go get lunch together.”
“What about you?” Sam glanced back at me over her shoulder. “Per the schedule, Holly and I are supposed to get lunch with you. And I’m not entirely sure it’s a net win for me to neglect you to go meet up with Zofi.”
“I would be much happier knowing you and Zofi are patching up your friendship. Besides, once Holly wakes up, I’m sure she’d be happy to have a one-on-one lunch with me.”
“Holly agrees,” Holly mumbled softly. Then she took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and propped herself up on one elbow. Shooting a mild smirk at Sam, she added, “You’ll never have to ask ME twice if I want to spend more quality one-on-one time with Matty.”
Sam reached out with one foot and lightly kicked Holly in the leg. “How long have you been awake?”
“Since you started talking about multitasking on the phone instead of paying attention to whoever’s on the other end of the line,” Holly explained. “Something I can’t judge you for because I’m exactly the same. I’m terrible at phone calls; the ADHD kicks in and my mind just goes elsewhere.”
“I know the feeling,” I told her kindly.
Sam grimaced at Holly. “I just want to make sure you understand I didn’t ask to join you this morning because I was avoiding Zofi. I could’ve asked to meet up with Matty one-on-one, but I really do enjoy having threesomes with you and Matty.”
“I do too,” Holly agreed. “Holy shit, that last DP was mind-blowing. And like I said: you don’t have to ask me twice to get any extra Matty time I can.”
“Well, sounds like you’re gonna get a lot more of it today.” Sam started extracting herself from my embrace. “I’m going to go call Zofi to meet up. Matty’s not due to head over to Neevie’s place until dinnertime. You’ll have to keep him occupied until then.”
Holly’s hazel eyes sparkled when she smiled up at me. “Nothing in the whole world would make me happier.”
****
“Mmmm… yeahhh…” Hollister Anne Thompson groaned, her supple flesh yielding to my rhythmic stroking motions. At the upper end of medium height, she was a slender-yet-stacked dream come true with iridescent hazel eyes that could sometimes look brownish but then sparkle with a hint of green energy when she was excited or just in the right kind of lighting. And her dyed-silver hair shimmered in the fading afternoon light pouring through her westward-facing bedroom window.
Holly’s face was turned to the side, her right cheek pressed into the mattress with her shimmering silver hair pulled out of the way to give me free access to her neck and shoulders. Her jaw was slack, and a bit of drool leaked out the corner of her mouth, soaked up by the bedsheet. And her unseeing eyes were only semi-open, all of her attention focused inward on the sensations I was producing in the body she’d laid bare before me in complete surrender to my ministrations.
Applying strong pressure to my fingertips, I repeatedly rubbed the stiff muscles in her neck and shoulders. Her flaccid arms lay along her sides, palms up, without an ounce of energy in either of them. When I stroked the heels of my hands across her upper back and then down the length of both of her limbs, Holly inhaled and fractionally turned her face downward into my bedsheets, tensing up ever so briefly before exhaling slowly and going completely limp beneath me as if she didn’t have a single bone in her body.
Well she did have one bone inside her body: MY bone. Holly was completely naked and bent over the foot of the bed as I massaged her neck, back, and arms. But her legs were spread to the sides, allowing me to stand between them with every last inch of my big dick plugged up deep within the depths of her tight teenage twat. Our height differential made it easy for me to reach everything I needed to reach to give her this combination massage/fuck despite standing more or less upright. And since the whole point was to make her feel relaxed, I wasn’t really doing much with my dick except leaving it within the constricted confines of her coed cunt and occasionally flexing it every now and again.
Sure, I wasn’t getting a whole ton of sensation on my schlong - not the same as if I’d been stroking away at the same pace as my hands stroking across Holly’s back, neck, and shoulders. But I didn’t feel any particular need to get additional sensation nor feel any urge to cum, not after I’d already cum plenty of times both in and on the buxom bodies of both Tight-Ass Slut and Personal Slut today.
But Tight-Ass Slut had left hours earlier to go meet up with Zofi, and I didn’t think of Holly as Personal Slut at the moment. I didn’t think of myself as “Master”.
I was just a regular college freshman.
Giving my girlfriend a backrub.
With my dick in her box.
Seriously, though, I wanted to savor this moment for me and Holly to simply enjoy being with each other one-on-one. I knew she often felt like she was ranked in seventh place of the OG BTC girls, regardless of whatever reassurances I tried to give her. I knew she held herself at arm’s length from me emotionally, choosing to not let herself get too accustomed to “being my girlfriend”.
I knew she could have visited Berkeley more often – San Jose State was only an hour away - but she didn’t want to fall in love with me all over again and never want to leave.
So like I said: I wanted to savor this moment. When it came to Holly, I never knew exactly when she’d show back up in my life. And I had to enjoy every opportunity for as long as it lasted.
I spent a lot of time slowly working her back, shoulder, and arm muscles into a state of complete and utter tranquility. I used my forearm to horizontally stroke up and down the span of her spine. I worked my way along the length of both arms, all the way to her fingertips. And I only occasionally grinded my hips to drive my bone deep within her juicy wet pussy.
I didn’t growl nasty things about stretching her slutty cunt. I didn’t order Personal Slut to choke herself on my big dick or bend over and spread her asscheeks. I’d done all those things and more earlier in the day, but now was a time for pampering my little butterfly with peaceful lovemaking and relaxation.
She was a limp puddle of half-conscious goo by the time I was done with her. I got the distinct impression that she didn’t really need to cum again, but I still worked her erogenous zones at the end and even reached underneath her pelvis to rub her clit to add that little burst of sensation to push her over the edge. She had a quiet orgasm, shivering and sighing instead of thrashing and screaming. As soon as she was done, I held her hips gently in my hands and grinded myself within her, visualizing my creamy cum spurting forth within her sweet snatch. And a minute later, I groaned and turned that visual into reality.
With my cock slowly deflating inside her, I leaned forward and set my chest down on Holly’s naked back, although I braced the majority of my weight on my forearms and knees so as not to crush her. She was barely conscious, but apparently she was alert enough to bend her arms and cover the backs of my hands with her palms, interlacing our fingers together. And she gave my hands a friendly squeeze.
I squeezed her fingers back and then tilted my head to kiss her cheek. There was no need for words. For now, I was content for both of us to silently enjoy the blissful aftermath of our orgasms.
But then there were words.
“I’m breaking up with you.”
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