Chapter 20: Halloween

The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my bare chest against her equally bare back, skin-to-skin. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the large breast I was currently palming, her erect nipple a hard nub between my fingers. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into the cleft of her bare buttocks. And breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her copper-red hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.

Almost automatically, I set to work gently stroking her body, titillating her senses, and teasing her flower petals open. Not yet fully awake, I reacted instinctively, searching out my Head Girlfriend’s love button and gently nuzzling it with my fingertip to increase her pleasure and make sure she was super-duper wet well before I woke her.

That said, the idea that had formed in my head required no natural lubrication, so I didn’t really need to get her wet first. But this morning wakeup routine was not only about prepping my lover for entry, but also about bringing her to the brink of unconscious orgasm before executing the coup de grâce to push her over the edge. So I forced myself to be patient, took long and deep breaths, and conscientiously caressed her clit while waiting for just the right moment.

When she started softly panting and moaning in her sleep, I moved into action. I took a moment to retrieve the lube from the nightstand and prep myself. Even though I knew she could accept my monster without it, she would certainly be more comfortable with. I used my slickened fingertip to tease her clit a little more, making sure she was primed. Then, I gently rolled my bodaciously busty Head Girlfriend forward onto her belly, a movement which started to make her stir from her slumber. But before she could open her eyes to wake, I straddled her luscious thighs, nudged my slickened cockhead into her crack, and started pushing my prick through her sphincter.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” Naimh gasped as she abruptly awoke, her head jerking back as she suddenly found herself with four inches of thick dick in her ass. Her anus had initially been completely relaxed during her unconsciousness, but that tight anal muscle now clamped up like a mousetrap in surprise at my sudden entrance.

“Maidin mhaith, love,” I greeted warmly, bending down to kiss her cheek.

“Fookin’ hell...” my lover groaned before setting her head back down on the mattress and replying, “Dia duit, luv.”

“Surprised you this morning, didn’t I?” I asked with a chuckle.

“Mmm ... ya’needa git deep’ra en’mah nex’tem,” she murmured drowsily, closing her eyes back down and exhaling. And as she did so, her entire body relaxed from stem to stern so that her rear passage opened up and allowed the remaining inches of my rod to fully embed themselves all the way within her rectum.

“Feel me, love,” I intoned, holding her asscheeks and physically spreading them apart to let myself get fractionally deeper within her. “Feel me deep within your sacred core.”

“Deep wit’n me sacred core,” she echoed with a satisfied smile. “I’m your Sacred Buttslut, luv.”

I chuckled, moved my hands up to the mattress on either side of her shoulders, and bent to kiss my Sacred Buttslut’s cheek. “I think you just gave yourself an awesome ‘slut’ name.”

“Ooh! I did, didn’t I?” she giggled. “I should call up Holly so you can have four sluts all at the same time. Sam’s schedule pending, of course.”

“Of course,” I replied with a sigh.

Naimh sensed my momentary melancholy and squeezed her ass muscles around my cock like a hug while saying reassuringly, “She’ll be there for you when you really need her. You know that, right?”

“Right, right,” I muttered before putting on a brave smile. “But let’s not worry about Sam right now. This moment is for you.”

“This moment is for US,” Naimh corrected, reaching back with both arms to grab MY ass and squeeze my cheeks. “Love itself is what we truly feel. And our roots are permanently intertwined.”

“Permanently,” I agreed, leaning down and puckering up.

My gorgeous Irish redhead twisted to meet my kiss, humming quite happily into our liplock. And then after we broke for air, she gave my buns a double-handed slap before grabbing her own asscheeks and pulling them apart for me.

“Fuck me arse, luv. Fuck me and fill me,” Naimh crooned, her tone an arousing mix of enticing invitation and desperate need, as if nothing less in the entire universe could truly satisfy her. “Make me yours.”

“Hey, Matty?” Belle called a little distractedly, still looking into the floor mirror in front of her. “Can you help me zip this up?”

I glanced over at my impish little pixie from my spot on Naimh’s bed, comfortably reclining against the headboard, and gestured down at my lap.

Belle took one look over her shoulder at the sight of Lily slowly bobbing her head up and down my big dick and then smirked, shaking her head. “Nevermind. Force of habit. Neevie?”

“I gotcha, B,” Naimh called before setting down her makeup brush and then stepping away from the big mirror mounted above her dresser. I couldn’t help but gawk at the way my Head Girlfriend’s gorgeous hooters jiggled with every step. The strapless, purple seashell bra she’d made for her Ariel from The Little Mermaid costume wasn’t exactly supportive and did a poor job of restraining her boobs.

Belle waited over by the floor mirror in the corner next to Naimh’s currently bare mannequin. With a temporary dye-job that would wash out tonight painting her hair a darker shade of red on the sides and white on top, she was dressed as Rogue from X-Men (the animated series, not the new live-action movie). Naimh had custom made a green-and-yellow bodysuit for Belle, along with a matching cropped green jacket that remained hanging from the clothing rack on wheels. The bodysuit was super tight and molded rather fetchingly around her disproportionate bustline, and Belle couldn’t quite get the zipper closed.

“I keep telling you to go ahead and size those costumes a little bit bigger,” I reasoned.

“And I keep telling you this is the way it is,” Belle replied with shallow breaths as Naimh tried to tug the zipper all the way up to the back of Belle’s neck. “Girls suffocating themselves for the sake of beauty.”

“Speaking of suffocating themselves...” I murmured, reaching down to caress Lily’s cheek and raising my eyebrows at her.

My Hawaiian hottie ku’uipo was currently trying to deep-throat my dick, pushing the limits of her gag reflex but still unable to quite pull it off. She knew I didn’t like to see her suffering for my sake, so rather than continue to push herself, Lily pulled all the way off and gasped for breath.

“Shouldn’t you be getting into costume yourself?” I asked.

“Pssht, I’ve changed into and out of my hula girl outfit a hundred times by now and can be ready like that.” She snapped her fingers for emphasis. “If you really want me to start changing, you need to give me what I want first.”

I chuckled and then exhaled slowly, a bit of a moan creeping into my mouth as my cutie-pie ku’uipo bent over to take my dick back into her mouth. I slumped back against the headboard and relaxed my muscles, giving in to the pleasure and no longer holding my orgasm at bay.

It didn’t take much longer to give Lily what she wanted, and I arched my back and bunched up the bedsheets in my hands as I began erupting great gouts of hot lava into my Island girl’s mouth. Lily pumped my prick with practiced ease, swallowing every last drop while enjoying the sight of the ecstatic expression on my face that made her feel like she was the sexiest, most incredible, most desirable woman on Planet Earth.

And then I collapsed, momentarily spent.

The room went quiet for a minute, save for the sounds of me panting for breath. But then Belle suddenly appeared out of nowhere, rolling Lily onto her back across the bed and then sealing their lips together. I hoped for Lily’s sake that she hadn’t swallowed ALL of my spending, as Matty’s Little Cumslut rather hungrily scoured the inside of her bestie’s mouth in search of sperm.

Thankfully, Lily had known what to expect from her BFF and had apparently saved some of my load, because Belle finally popped up with a well-satisfied smirk.

“Did you know that today is the one-year anniversary of the first time I ever gave Matty a blowjob?” Belle chirped merrily.

“Really?” Lily exclaimed in surprise.

“Ah, memories,” Belle sighed nostalgically. But then she waggled her head and muttered, “I should’ve planned ahead for that. Now I need to go fix my makeup.” And then she promptly walked out the door and started thumping up the stairs.

Meanwhile, Naimh had returned to the mirror over the dresser to finish touching up her makeup. She glanced at the clock on the wall above her and announced, “Ten minutes. Eva should be here soon.”

I nodded, reached down to caress Lily’s cheek and give her a quick kiss in thanks for the blowjob, and then swung my legs off the bed, muttering, “I’d better get dressed then myself.”

While Lily’s hula girl outfit had come with her from Kaua’i, Naimh had handmade her own costume, as well as Belle’s, Eva’s, and mine. The girls had unanimously decided I’d be Maximus Decimus Meridius from the new Gladiator film, kitting me with a light blue skirt and tank top, faux-leather breastplate with aluminum accents, hand-painted silver horses, and dangling leather straps. Arm greaves and a prop sword completed the look, because I drew the line at wearing wrap-up sandals and got to wear boots instead. Since I required no makeup, I was dressed and ready to go in less than five minutes, during which time Lily also popped into her hula girl outfit and went to fix her makeup in the bathroom.

The doorbell rang exactly twice just as Naimh was finishing up and Belle was coming back down the stairs, so I went down the short hallway to let our final Halloween attendee in.

“Howzit-- Whoa...” I breathed, caught a little off-guard by how hot Eva looked tonight. I mean, Eva always looked hot, but she definitely looked extra-hot dressed as Joanna Dark from Perfect Dark. She wore a black bodysuit with silver arm and shin bracers, topped with a custom half dark-blue, half light-blue vest. Her jet-black hair had been pulled into a single ponytail while leaving a few long, sexy bangs over her face. And I leaned against the doorjamb, whistling appreciatively before exclaiming, “Schwing!”

Eva flashed me a rare smile. “I felt really weird walking over here dressed like this. But I have to admit, your reaction makes it all worthwhile.”

I grinned and extended my hand out to her. “Glad to hear it. C’mon. Let’s have an amazing night.”

The UC Berkeley Halloween Party was an organized student body affair that took place on a school night in the on-campus Pauley Ballroom. There was no alcohol but plenty of punch, sodas, and snacks. As far as I could tell, the majority of party guests were fellow first and second-year students below the minimum drinking age with nowhere better to be for Halloween than at an organized school event. Our teachers had not assigned any homework for tonight, but we’d all still have to get up early the next morning for class. So the expansive ballroom wasn’t exactly crowded or anything like that.

The primary reason we were in attendance tonight was because Naimh had made a big deal about crafting costumes for us, and the school Halloween party was the most obvious place to go show them off. In that sense, our evening was a smashing success, since we got a LOT of compliments on our costumes from the people we interacted with, both students and staff. And in every case, we quickly gave credit to Naimh for costume creation.

But overall I would have to admit the party was merely ... okay. The energy level wasn’t particularly high. The music was an eclectic mix of modern Top 40 and old-school Halloween tracks, songs like Oingo Boingo’s “Dead Man’s Party.” The ballroom lights stayed on pretty bright, which lent a sort of sterility to what should normally be a festival of the spooky and macabre. And for the most part, students stayed in groups with their friends, only occasionally socializing outside their comfort zones.

There were a few upperclassmen guys on the hunt for impressionable teenage coeds mingling around, looking for girls who were without male escort. They came around to hit on the four girls with me as well, at least until Naimh, Belle, Lily, and Eva all slid themselves behind me while I grinned with an expression in my eyes that more or less said, ‘Go away, fuckers. They’re not interested.’

On the other hand, the girls ran into a few people they knew from their classes, both male and female, and in those situations would be happy to socialize a little bit. Of course, things started to get interesting when Naimh introduced me to one of her classmates by saying, “This is Matty: my boyfriend.”

Five seconds later, Belle introduced me to one of her classmates by saying, “This is Matty: my boyfriend.”

And of course all this took place while Lily molded herself around my elbow and snuggled in beside me, saying, “He’s my boyfriend, too.”

The two separate classmates just sort of gawked at us for a moment before Belle shrugged and smirked, explaining, “We all share him. I know: kinda hard to wrap your head around. But it works for us.”

Another interesting moment came twenty minutes later when one of MY classmates approached me and Naimh, greeting, “Matt! Heyyy ... Remember me?”

My Head Girlfriend and I were alone for the moment, with Belle and Lily having gone to the bathroom together and Eva saying she needed to go for a walk outside to get away from the crowd. I’d taken the opportunity to grab my girlfriend’s ass (tail?) and was murmuring teasing remarks into Naimh’s ear about all the naughty things I wanted to do to her when we got back home while nibbling on her neck. But at the sound of my name I stood up straight and turned around to face the newcomer.

She was a brunette beauty with her hair artfully done in waves and curls that fell to the right side of her high-cheekboned face. She wore a gold leaf headpiece and an elaborate gold necklace that called attention to her abundant cleavage in a plunging all-white, floor-length dress with a massively high thigh cutout. Gold bracelets and strappy gold stiletto heels completed her Grecian Goddess look, and I found myself admiring the costume a bit (and her top-shelf tits) before focusing on her face.

“Hi! Uhhh...” I replied, having to pause for a second to put a name to the face. I recognized almost immediately that she was a classmate of mine from E10, because it was impossible NOT to notice such a pretty girl sitting in the auditorium. But we’d never actually spoken to each other, and the only way I could recall her name was because Professor D had called on her a few times. “Isabela, right?”

“Right! I’m glad you recognized me,” she replied with a strong Hispanic accent. The beautiful brunette beamed with a pearly white grin that matched the radiance of her dress. Isabela was of average height with expressive dark brown eyes and a tanned, perhaps Mediterranean complexion that went well with her choice of costume. She was athletically fit, with leanly muscled arms. And of course, I’d already noticed her BTC-qualifying tits.

“You’re hard to forget,” I complimented, forcing myself to not yo-yo my eyes back down to those tits.

“You’re hard to forget,” she countered with a giggle before turning back to her companion. “Luna, this is the guy from class I was telling you about: Matt.”

I turned my attention to Isabela’s companion as well. Luna was of similar height to her friend but skinnier throughout. She wore a form-fitting Catwoman costume from Batman Returns, complete with white stitching and a cowl that covered the upper half of her face, so it was a little hard to tell what she looked like without the costume. And it was Naimh who stepped forward to say something before I did.

“WOW! That’s an incredible costume!” my girlfriend exclaimed. “Did you make it yourself?”

“Yes, I did. Do you like it?” Luna replied in a quiet voice with an equally strong Hispanic accent.

“LOVE it! And oh, that is savage,” Naimh raved enthusiastically with wide eyes as she leaned in close - almost too close - to inspect Luna’s costume. “Those seams arn’jus dek’riv? Dair akch’ly funk’chul?”

“Pardon?” Luna asked, not quite following.

“She’s asking if your seams are functional, not just decorative,” I translated.

“Oh! Right. Yes, I stitched each of them. They’re not just painted on,” Luna explained, running her fingers over the white cross-stiches on her cowl.

“Well I’ll be gobsmacked...” Naimh actually took hold of Luna’s arm, twisting it to the left and right a couple of times before abruptly catching herself and letting it go while taking a step back. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“No problem,” Luna replied in that same quiet voice rather shyly. She blushed and then gestured forward. “I really like your costume, too. The detail you put into that mermaid tail is increíble.”

“Why thank you! I’ll take that compliment especially from a fellow artist like yourself,” Naimh replied primly, doing as much of a curtsy as she was able to in her tight ‘skirt’. The lower half of her Ariel costume was a series of shimmering aqua-green scales ending in structured panels to form the mermaid tail, but the skirt part was quite tight around her knees and prevented her from moving around easily. But that said, she’d created the skirt and tail so that it could be unzipped up the back, allowing her to walk freely when necessary.

But Luna didn’t know that yet, and she leaned over into the redhead’s personal space just as much as Naimh had been doing to her a moment earlier. And she peered a little closer at Naimh’s mermaid tail, asking, “How can you move in that thing?”

“Easy! Lemme show you!” Naimh quickly spun around to show off her backside (the backside of the costume, not her ass), and started jabbering with Luna about the zipper and stitching techniques and who knows what else. It all started to go over my head. And within seconds, the pair of expert seamstresses had moved back over to the table that my girls and I had been using as a base camp for the evening.

Meanwhile, all of Isabela’s focus was on me. The comely coed gave me a warm, inviting smile as she reached up with her right hand and gently traced her fingertips down the front of my faux-leather breastplate. “Love the outfit, Maximus.”

“Neevie’s design,” I explained. “My girlfriend is quite the talented artist, as you can tell.”

“I imagine ALL of your girlfriends each have their own talents,” Isabela replied with a sparkle in her eyes. “I am curious, though: Just how many girlfriends do you have?”

I arched both eyebrows. “Now why would you ask me that?”

“Just curious. I know of two for sure, but I get the impression there are a few more.”

“Does it really matter the exact number?”

Isabela shrugged. “Not really, I suppose. Which is why it shouldn’t be a big deal to tell me, if you could please just satisfy my curiosity.”

“Should I ask you how many boyfriends you have?”

“Zero, at the moment,” the pretty brunette replied with that sparkle again, her expression stating that she wouldn’t mind changing that number for my sake. “And fair’s fair, isn’t it? I answered your question.”

“Technically, you answered a different question from the one I asked, but even if you had, it doesn’t actually obligate me to answer yours.”

“I’ve already seen ... ah ... Neevie, right? ... I’ve seen Neevie pick you up after class many times in quite an affectionate manner.” Isabela gestured to where Naimh and Luna were still geeking out over each other’s costume. “And then of course I’ve seen the little one in the X-men outfit dropping you off for class in an equally affectionate manner. And I’m not even sure what’s going on between you and Skylar, our T.A.”

“There’s nothing going on between me and Skylar,” I insisted.

“But there are still two more gorgeous girls hanging around you here at this party: the hula girl and the ... well I’m not sure what your other friend’s costume is. With the gun, is she like a space cop or something?”

“Or something.”

Isabela paused and regarded me with narrowed eyes. “So secretive, aren’t you?”

I shrugged and replied, “I’ve learned over the years that girls don’t usually like advertising their personal details. If you want to know anything about my ladies, you’ll have to ask them yourself.”

“Then let’s not talk about ‘your ladies’. Tell me about yourself instead.”

I shrugged. “What do you want to know?”

“I want to know what it is about you that has no less than four very, very pretty girls hanging out with you. And I’m almost certain I heard one of them say, ‘We all share him.’”

I sighed and idly pondered the possibility of putting Belle into a muzzle every time we stepped out of the house. She’d probably enjoy it too much, though. And after shaking my head dismissively, I muttered, “There’s nothing particularly special about me.”

“All evidence to the contrary.”

“I really am just an ordinary guy who has been extraordinarily fortunate to grow up with a special group of friends,” I told her plainly.

“A very special group of friends.” There was honey in Isabela’s tone and a world of innuendo in the way she used the word ‘very’.

I chuckled and nodded. “Very special, indeed.”

“They must be very special in order to share you. At least four girls, if not five or more.” Isabela arched a sculpted eyebrow, that sparkle back in her eyes. “How does that even work? Do the extras just sit around, patiently waiting their turn?”

I coughed and shrugged, blushing a bit. “Well, not exactly.”

Her eyes glittered with excitement as she giggled. “Do they perhaps ... entertain each other while they wait?”

I waggled my head and pursed my lips before shrugging and saying defensively, “Like I said: girls don’t like sharing their personal details. Those are the sorts of things you’ll have to ask them yourself.”

Isabela chuckled and shook her head, smirking as if she already had the answers she needed. She licked her lips rather lasciviously while leaning in a little closer to me. She placed her hand on my breastplate once more, tracing the painted horses. And in a quietly seductive voice, she murmured, “I don’t suppose your personal stable of fillies has room for one more, does it?”

I stood up straight and blinked in surprise. Isabela had been staring at my chest, but she raised her gaze up to my eyes, measuring my response. It wasn’t that I hadn’t realized the very pretty girl was flirting with me, but it still came as a bit of a shock to hear her ask that particular question straight up.

“C’mon ... I saw you checking me out,” she intoned in a smoky voice, her gaze boring into the back of my eyes as she leaned ever closer to me. “Can’t say you’re not interested.”

“You’re an extremely attractive young woman, and I’m sure you already know that,” I stated in a measured tone. “But are you really propositioning a guy who already has multiple girlfriends?”

“Well you see now that’s the best part,” she replied, dark eyes sparkling again. “I’m a hot-blooded Latina who happens to love having sex with both men AND women, and from where I’m standing, you’re the key to hooking up with a bevy of hot babes. So you see, I’m not only trying to get in bed with you. I’m trying to get into bed with them too.”

If one were to run a search for the idiom “deer in headlights” on the internet, I’ve no doubt a photo of my bewildered face would be one of the search results. The implications behind Isabela’s bold statement quite literally left me speechless, as well as frozen stiff in shock. No seriously: I was unable to even move. My eyes were wide and my jaw was hanging open, but before I could even attempt to respond, two of my other girlfriends returned.

“Matty! Heyyy! Sorry we were gone so long. It’s almost impossible to pee in this thing it’s so tight!” Belle began excitedly as she slammed into my side and immediately wrapped her arms around me in a fiercely possessive hug. But despite greeting me by name, her narrowed eyes were staring daggers straight at the newcomer who was still rubbing my chest and had her face only inches away from mine. And with a thinly veiled threat in her tone, she asked sharply, “Who’s your friend?”

“Hiii, I’m Isabela. And who might you be?” the dark-haired Grecian Goddess greeted politely in that familiar honeyed tone, her eyes roving hungrily up and down Belle’s fantastically fit body put on display in the form-fitting green and yellow bodysuit that was so tight Belle had difficulty peeing in it. There was no challenge or threat in Isabela’s voice, thinly veiled or otherwise. Instead, her tone sounded much more like Joey from Friends asking with obvious interest, ‘How you doin’?’

Belle rather quickly realized the pretty brunette with the big rack was checking her out, and she switched gears on a dime to start preening instead, full on batting her eyelashes and giving Isabela a coy look “Oh! Well ... pleased to meet you. I’m Belle.”

“Ah! You’re Belle, and I’m Bella! It’s like we were made to match!” Isabela replied enthusiastically.

“That’s awesome!” Belle exclaimed with equal enthusiasm, her already wide grin widening further.

‘Awesome! That won’t be confusing AT ALL,’ I did not say out loud, although I did frown and furrow my eyebrows for a moment.

“It IS kinda awesome, although I must admit: nobody actually calls me ‘Bella’. On occasion it can be ‘Izzy’ for short,” Isabela clarified a few seconds later, and I exhaled a sigh of relief. She then turned to the Hawaiian hottie in the hula girl outfit, letting her eyes ogle all of Lily’s exposed tan skin and lingering on the little shorty’s Double-D rack put on display by her coconut bra. And she asked in that same innuendo-laced voice, “And what’s your name, cutie?”

“Lily,” my ku’uipo confessed before blushing bright pink beneath the scorching heat of Isabela’s attention.

“Ooh, aren’t you adorable! I think you and Luna would get along great! L&L! Wait, that’s a Hawaiian barbecue joint, isn’t it?”

Lily laughed. “Yes it is. But who’s Luna?”

“Come with! I’ll introduce you.” Isabela immediately wrapped her arms around my elbow with the same kind of familiar intimacy my girlfriends always did and tugged me over towards the table.

Naimh by now was seated on one of the chairs with her feet propped up on another chair – all the better to show off her mermaid tail’s construction, completely oblivious to everything else that had been going on.

Luna, likewise, was thoroughly engrossed in costume-making, although she’d now removed her Catwoman cowl and set it atop the table so that Naimh could get a better look at the design. I was now able to see that Luna was a skinny Latina girl with modest curves, thick brown hair, and kind eyes. She wore minimal makeup and had something of a “mousey librarian” vibe about her, especially now that she’d put on a pair of delicate eyeglasses.

“Lunita!” Isabela called in a musical voice, still holding onto me as we approached the table. “I’ve new friends for you to meet!”

Luna glanced up from Naimh’s mermaid tail and immediately got her own “deer in headlights” expression on her face that would’ve lined up nicely alongside mine in that internet search. She locked up and froze in place, barely reacting when Isabela let go of me and hip-checked her friend a few inches over across the chair she was sitting on.

“So you’ve clearly already met Neevie and Matt,” Isabela told her friend before glancing up in confusion and then shooting Belle a look. “Oh wait, you all call him ‘Matty’, right?”

“He’s our Matty, yes,” Belle confirmed with a grin, hugging herself against my side now that Isabela had gone to sit with Luna.

“Matty, right,” Isabela affirmed. “And these two are Belle and Lily as well. I assume all three of you are Matt’s girlfriends?”

Belle and Lily glanced at each other for a moment before Belle grinned and nodded. “We all share him, yes.”