Chapter 1: The BTC

-- AUGUST --

“Time for dessert, Matty...”

“Holy fuck,” I grunted, my jaw going slack as my best friend Alice gave me a playful wink and then spun around to waggle her bare-naked tushie at me. Bending over at the waist, she reached back with both hands, spreading her asscheeks apart in invitation.

At the same time, my impish pixie ‘little sister’ Belle gripped my hips and tugged, forcibly cramming another inch of my cock into her throat. The constriction was so tight that I could almost visualize my dick was pushing into Alice’s ass.

“Queen Mari commands that the Royal Column of Towering Manhood come sodomize her superhot, supertight Royal Rectal Cavity of ... of ... of Anal Awesomeness first!”

“Fucking-fuck!” I exclaimed at the sight of the luscious Latina parking herself to Alice’s left while shaking her generous hips side-to-side as if doing a salsa, also reaching back with both hands to part her bubble buttcheeks and expose her bunghole. And although Belle hadn’t been successful at deep-throating me the first time, she pulled back to catch her breath and then tried again.

“Perhaps my darling Matty would prefer my tight little tush instead?” Leggy Zofi gracefully slid over on Alice’s right side. She also bent over at the waist, but she did so with her feet together. And the lissome brunette dipped all the way down until she peeked her upside-down face out to the left, revealing her pearly white grin and sparkling blue eyes.

“Personal Slut needs Master to ravage her rectum too!” Holly announced as she rushed to the end of the line, inadvertently hip-checking the precariously balanced Zofi in her excitement and almost toppling the other girl over. Holly snaked her arm across her friend’s back and gripped her hip in rescue as Zofi’s arm made the same journey searching for balance. The two found themselves holding each other hip-to-hip, and they both started shimmying side-to-side in tandem while Holly flashed a coy wink over her shoulder that was matched by the excited winking of her anus.

“Fuckity-FUCK!” I cried as Belle finally got all of me down her throat, sealing her lips around the very base of my shaft while emitting a tiny squeak of triumph - not easy to do with such a thick shaft stretching almost all the way down to her stomach.

“Do NOT make him pop just yet!” Sam warned Belle from the seat cushion beside me, my Head Girlfriend panting softly while holding redheaded Naimh’s red head to her bare-shaven loins.

Belle whined a bit but pulled off me. She wouldn’t have been able to hold the position much longer anyways, but I still reached down to caress my dear Annabelle’s cheek while giving her a look of both respect for her persistence and love for her determination. I wanted to make sure she understood how much I appreciated her devotion and the lengths to which she was willing to push herself for my pleasure. And she beamed at me with starry eyes glassed over with the liquid sheen she’d earned during her oxygen-deprived undertaking.

Then, I raised my gaze back up to the collection of keisters before me, four of them in a row displaying their variety of charms and just waiting to be pillaged.

And a strange thing happened.

I felt a lump in my throat and started to cry...

... which was weird, because I distinctly remembered this moment when it actually happened for real. The NBG’s (Non-Berkeley Girls) had come to visit Saturday to check out the house and be together as the full BTC before they’d eventually have to head off to their own separate schools. In addition to cruising around the campus, we’d fired up the new barbecue grill and had ourselves a nice backyard hangout - just like old times. We’d popped a DVD into the big TV in the family room and cuddled together on the couches - just like old times.

And then one thing led to another and we’d started up a seven-girl-plus-me orgy - just like old times.

I recalled that I had patted the top of Belle’s head and she had taken that as her cue to shift over to the side and allow me to rise up off the couch. Mari, Alice, Zofi, and Holly had presented themselves for my pillaging, and I’d gone around caressing bare bottoms before ultimately obeying Queen Mari’s edict to hold my luscious Latina’s hips and then burying my big dick into her booty built for sex, blasting the brunette’s bodacious butthole while each of her friends grabbed the lube to help prep each other, ultimately kick-starting a run of ramming my rod into rectum after rectum in a row.

But that wasn’t happening right now.

It was then that I realized I was dreaming. I was dreaming of a real memory of the past, only it wasn’t real anymore, it was... surreal. Mari, Alice, Zofi, and Holly all froze in place as if time had been paused for them. I realized then that Belle, Sam, and Naimh had all frozen as well, and suddenly I was no longer inside my equally frozen body. I floated away as if my spirit had been forcibly ejected from my corporeal being, and my ghostly form hovered above and to the left of myself so I could see all eight of us at the same time.

And then I zoomed in on Mari: my Angel. Always loving. Never demanding. Accepting what I could give her, even if it was far less than she deserved.

I focused in on Alice: my best friend. Always dependable. Never biased. Happy to enjoy what we shared and perfectly willing to give me unfiltered advice without jealousy or self-centeredness.

I concentrated on Zofi: mój skarbie. So sweet. So serene. So selfless. I wanted to believe we’d eventually share a bond that would last forever, but the future was still unknown.

And last but certainly NOT least: Holly. The social butterfly who had briefly come to find a home with me and the other girls ... but mostly with me. The connection we’d shared had been the most unexpected, but not unappreciated.

A stray beam of memory brought context to the frozen forms in front of me. At this very twinkling between breaths, I’d made a wish to the universe that this moment last forever. The universe had, of course, declined, granting this dream as bittersweet memory even as time marched forward.

We hadn’t said goodbye on Saturday. None of us wanted to say goodbye. The idea was that we’d see each other again soon.

But I wasn’t exactly sure when.

Or “if”.

I wasn’t ready to let go.

Not even now.

I felt something tickle 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.

As consciousness flooded my brain, the final images of Mari, Alice, Zofi, and Holly evaporated into the ethereal nothingness that all dreams are made of in the real world. My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the copper-haired head of my Irish lover bobbing up and down in my lap. Naimh looked up at me, her emerald-green 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.

Letting go of the fading sense of loss over the four girls no longer with us, I felt the joy of being the lucky sonovabitch that had not one but THREE gorgeous girls still in my life. So I smiled back, and Naimh once again focused on 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, looked back up at me to make sure I was watching, and I rewarded her with a proud smile before she pulled herself all the way up and took a deep breath.

“Dia duit, Matty,” my redheaded girlfriend murmured quietly but enthusiastically.

“Maidin mhaith, Neevie,” I greeted her in kind, reaching up to caress her cheek with my fingertips. She leaned into my hand, cradling her cheek in my palm, and when she closed her eyes she sighed a sigh of supreme satisfaction.

I let my thumb rub across her freckled skin for a moment, but then she opened her eyes and righted herself once more. My luscious lover leaned down to take a long, languid lick along the underside of my cock, her emerald eyes glittering as she came to the apex and moved her pouty lips over my prickhead. I slid my fingers through her red tresses and took hold of the top of her head, pushing gently. And the comely college coed cooed before capitulating to the coercion of my cradling hand, descending at a deliberate pace until she’d swallowed every last inch of my big dick.

“Nnnngggghhhh...” I groaned in exquisite ecstasy, dropping my right arm back against the headboard in surrender to her oral expertise. My left arm, on the other hand, remained wrapped around my other bed partner.

Speaking of Belle, the pretty pixie began to stir within my grasp. Her head had slipped down into the hollow between my side and my arm, and she moaned while pitching her face forward into my body while tightening her left forearm around my midsection. I glanced down at my li’l cutie and squeezed her tightly. She was completely naked and she fit me like a perfect puzzle piece, with her pert little booty snugly tucked within the curve of my palm and her ample bosom securely squished against my flank.

Naimh slowly pulled off my prick and then reached forward with her right arm. The redhead gently rubbed Belle’s cheek, murmuring, “Good morning, Belle.”

“Mmm-mmmng,” the petite strawberry-blonde murmured without opening her eyes. She continued to hug me tightly like I was a big teddy bear and nuzzled her nose against my side before taking a deep breath and then kissing my bare skin.

“You want a turn?” Naimh asked.

Still with her eyes closed, Belle shook her head fractionally before replying, “I’m good.” And then she adjusted the grip of her left arm and continued to squeeze me.

I glanced down at my redheaded girlfriend and gestured “come hither” with my right hand.

Naimh smiled at my non-verbal cue and giggled as she crawled up my body and lined up her hips with mine. Like Belle, she was completely naked (proving that the freckles went down all the way). She rubbed her tuft of neatly-trimmed red fuzz along my cock, scratching my rod quite pleasantly while her green eyes glimmered watching the expressions on my face.

My busty redhead planted her hands to either side of my head and let her big boobies sway back-and-forth above my face, and I playfully nipped at her pendulous teats until she simply lowered her chest down to smother my eyes in lush titflesh. I went nom-nom on her nipples while she giggled musically. But after another few seconds of coating my cock with the slippery fluids leaking from her wet pussy, she reached behind herself to hold my cock at an angle and then slowly slid herself back.

“Ohhh...” Naimh moaned as she filled herself up with her boyfriend’s big dick. I slid my right hand back to cup her ass, delighting in the different feelings I felt compared to Belle’s booty in my left hand. And after my luscious Irish lass completed her journey down to the very base of my crotch, she sat fully upright and paused to catch her breath.

I stared up at her sweet smiling face, basking in the glow of Naimh’s obvious love for me. She slowly undulated her body around in a counterclockwise circle, carving my cock around the inner confines of her vaginal canal, in no hurry just yet. She took her time and then closed her eyes to concentrate inward on the feelings. No matter how many times we had made love in this manner, she still appreciated every moment as if it needed to be treasured forever.

Of all the girls in my life, Naimh was the only one who really knew what it felt like to have me fall OUT of love with her. She’d made a mistake during our first romantic relationship. It was a mistake I’d forgiven her for, but it was a mistake neither of us could ever really forget. Our romantic relationship was going really, really well right now, but I knew that she still feared making any kind of critical mistake ever again.

She didn’t walk around on eggshells around me or anything, and I’d made a sincere effort to reassure her that our relationship was much stronger now. We enjoyed our time together without either of us thinking too hard about what the future held. For now, we were teenage freshmen embarking on the first steps of a new college journey. Between attending classes at a new school, meeting new people, and settling into a new house, we all had more than enough to worry about without adding relationship worries on top of it all.

Speaking of settling into a new house, I paused to glance around my bedroom for a moment while Naimh happily humped away. Of the four bedrooms in the place, I would’ve been perfectly willing to take one of the smaller ones. But the girls had unanimously agreed to put me in the master bedroom with the big king-size bed (“the sex room”, according to Sam) so that my girlfriends could comfortably rotate who spent the night with me. Morning light spilled through the crack in the drapes of the big window by the sitting area nook, illuminating one of the two armchairs parked over there. I could tell from the angle of the beams that the sun was still fairly low on the horizon, indicating that it was quite early in the morning. Only then did I glance at the clock on the nightstand to confirm that my girlfriends and I would have plenty of time for pleasant orgasms before we’d need to get up and get dressed for class on this first Monday morning of the academic year.

With that thought in mind, I finally let go of Belle’s booty and reached up to wrap both arms around Naimh’s back. After tugging her down against my chest, I growled into my girlfriend’s ear just before rolling her over onto her back while she squealed. And although our loins disengaged in the process, it was a simple matter for me to roll after her, nestle my hips between her spread thighs, and slam my stiff sausage straight back into the sweet center of her succulent snatch.

“Ffffuuuucccckkkk...” Naimh grunted, and she started muttering Irish curse words beneath her breath as I started savagely shafting her straight from the start. I didn’t understand any of the words themselves, but there was no mistaking the shit-eating grin on her face or the way she clutched her legs to tug me deeper with every thrust.

“Aw, fuck, Neevie,” I groaned, gripping her hips and hammering her hard.

“Fuck me, Matty,” my lover moaned. “Fuck meeee...”

So I fucked her. Meanwhile, I felt a small hand rubbing my ass and glanced to my right to find my Baby Belle smiling at us with lustful flames of arousal in her pale green eyes. She was rubbing her little clitty, the sexpot voyeur visibly excited watching her big, strong man dominating the sultry redhead. And I leaned over to give the impish pixie a quick peck before returning my attention to the busty babe beneath me and devouring her mouth instead.

Sex with Naimh had always been amazing. More than once I’d waxed poetic about her “Goldilocks Pussy”: just right. Being inside her like this was simply heaven on earth, and I felt pleasure-bolts of joyful electricity surging through my veins as I slammed my steel-hard schlong into her over and over and over again.

And I wasn’t the only one in seventh heaven. Naimh squealed and screamed with unabashed ecstasy, announcing to the whole house how much pleasure she was feeling. She clamped her legs around my heaving body, fucking back at me as hard as I fucked her. And her big bouncing boobies bumped up against my chest as she athletically writhed and thrust her pelvis up to meet my powerful plunges.

“Fuck me, Matty! Fuckme-fuckme-FUCKMEEEEE!!!” My randy redhead stiffened up and screamed her first orgasm after only a few minutes.

“Fuckme-fuckme-FUCKMEEEEE!!!” She screamed her second orgasm shortly after that.

And I just kept pounding her and pounding her and POUNDING her all the way through.

As Naimh came down from that second climactic peak, Belle’s heavy breathing drew my attention to her for just a moment. My eyes silently asked if she wanted a turn, but as if she could read my mind, the saucy strawberry-blonde licked her lips and grinned, clearly telling me that she was rather eagerly looking forward to slurping out a creampie.

I’ll never forget Belle’s answer when I asked if she would rather have me all to herself instead of sharing me with two or more other girls: “To myself? I’m flexible, but not quite flexible enough to slurp your jizz outta my own coochie. We need to have at least ONE other girl in our lives who’ll let you blast her full of yummy sperm and let me suck it all back out.”

It was with that answer in mind that I told myself not to keep her waiting. Planting both hands flat on the mattress, I pushed my chest up so I could stare down at the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen and witness the way her flushed pink skin filled in the pale gaps between her freckles. Naimh stared back up at me, liquid love shimmering in her electric green eyes as she recognized my intent, her gaze willing me to take my pleasure from her wicked-hot body. And I fucked her harder and deeper, relaxing my core muscles and surrendering myself to blissful ecstasy in search of my own release.

As beautiful and as sexy as Naimh looked, the sight got even better when Belle joined in, first by ducking her head to nurse at one of the redhead’s swollen pink nipples and then the other. The impish pixie then crawled around to give the redhead a sultry kiss, both beautiful babes moaning into each other’s mouths and creating an aria of ecstasy that spurred me even further down the final stretch. And after relocating my hands down to my redheaded girlfriend’s hips, I hammered her a few final times before slamming down and groaning in rapturous release as I burst the dam and let my diluvial torrent of jism flood forth.

“HHHHNNNNGGGGAAAAHHHH!!!”

Naimh squeaked into Belle’s mouth at the force of that final thrust. My tumescent tool could feel the internal twitches of her trembling teenage twat, a third orgasm sweeping through her body like a sudden tsunami. And as my swollen schlong splooged out shot after shot of scalding semen, she squealed and shuddered in sympathetic satisfaction.

And then I collapsed down onto Naimh’s chest.

Wiped out for the moment, I closed my eyes and braced my forehead on the mattress beside my lover’s head. My Irish lass cuddled me close with all four limbs, gasping for breath as if she’d just finished running a marathon. And Belle giggled as she pecked Naimh on the forehead before moving around to me, pecking my cheek and then turning my face to hers so she could give me a much sweeter kiss.

But only for a minute. After that, my little Annabelle gave me a pouty look and whined, “Hurry up and pull out. Matty’s Little Cumslut is hungry!”

Blessed as I was with a Y-chromosome, I finished getting dressed first and headed downstairs while Belle and Naimh were still freshening up. The wood stair treads in this old Victorian-style house audibly creaked with every step as I descended and would’ve alerted everyone in the house that I was coming. So as soon as I walked through the open kitchen doorway, Sam turned away from the gas range and greeted me warmly, “Morning, Matty!”

My gorgeous Head Girlfriend was smartly dressed for class in slacks and a crisp pastel pink blouse, with black ankle boots comfortable enough for walking around the campus while remaining dressier than one would expect from a typical college student. Her platinum-blonde hair was short and sleek in a medium-bob just above her shoulders, accented with dangling earrings. And her makeup perfectly highlighted her strikingly beautiful face.

The busty blonde bombshell gave me a beaming smile as she extended her arms to me for a hug. I gladly gave it to her, grabbing meaty handfuls of her ass and lifting her off the floor. She squealed delightedly and puckered up for a fierce kiss, and I didn’t set her back down onto her feet for what felt like an eternity of blissful peace.

That peace was rudely interrupted when my stomach started growling, making Sam giggle and start to push herself off of me. Only then did I set her back down, and she gestured with her chin out the door. “Have a seat. Brekkie will be done in a jiffy. Go grab some OJ.”

But rather than head out to the dining table, I sidled up behind the busty blonde and wrapped my arms around her from behind. “And what if I’m hungry for something other than ‘brekkie’?”

Sam cooed in my arms while glancing over her shoulder up and back at me. Her Aussie drawl got thicker as she purred, “You can’t be hard up already. I heard Neevie screaming her bloody head off not ten minutes ago.”

I was sure she had. The house had not been built for soundproofing. On the occasions when the girls messed around without me, I could hear every moan, whimper, and passionate groan floating through what seemed to be a hollow door. It wasn’t as if I was in the room with them or anything, but the sounds would still be obvious to anyone who cared to listen.

“I’m always ‘hard up’ for you,” I told her sincerely, and indeed I could feel a fresh chubby thickening as I ground my crotch against my girlfriend’s juicy bubble butt. Sliding my hands up, I cupped Sam’s dynamite Double-Ds in my palms and squeezed them gently while dipping my head to taste her neck. “I missed you last night.”

“Mattyyy...” she moaned, a crooning note of arousal in her voice mixed with regret. The schedule called for all four of us to bed down together on Friday nights and then let Sam have me all to herself on Saturday nights before letting the other two divvy up the five school nights. That meant that this morning was the first morning since Friday that Sam had NOT gotten to wake up in my arms, and I could feel her sense of longing.

“Mmm ... want me to slip into you from behind right now?” I murmured, sliding my right hand around to her lower back and then dipping my hand beneath her waistband.