Chapter 37: Twinkle, Twinkle

Nothing tickled my balls, and I didn’t jerk awake.

No stray beam of sunlight woke me up.

I didn’t grind my morning wood into the cleft of anyone’s bare buttcheeks. I didn’t even HAVE morning wood. But that said: at least I wasn’t exhausted. I didn’t feel completely drained. I didn’t even feel particularly tired. I’d gotten a full night’s sleep and then some, if the quantity of light in the room was anything to go by.

But I was also alone.

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 hugging an extra pillow to my chest - a poor substitute for the feeling of a gorgeous girl spooned up against my chest with her bare breast in my palm.

I was not used to waking up alone in bed, and in fact could not remember the last time I had done so. One of the greatest things about having so many girlfriends and lovers was that there was always someone to cuddle with, and frequently plural “someones”. But that was not the case this morning. Not this late in the morning. And not after the kind of night we’d had.

No, I did not collect all seven “prizes” in one night. That would’ve been ridiculous. I mean true, I had a fairly extraordinary sex life, but I was still only human.

But the girls did get me up to five, and the proof of that sat on the nightstand with the pile of five colored thongs – pink, green, purple, blue, and red - between my face and my alarm clock that currently read 10:37 AM Sunday morning. And as I laid there and stared at the pile of thongs, I thought back fondly on the memories of “earning” each one of them, as if spurting a load of scalding semen up a sexy girl’s asshole wasn’t a worthwhile prize in and of itself.

I’d first earned Sam’s pink thong down in the living room last night by blasting my blonde bombshell’s butthole after 42+ minutes of pounding pussies one after another after another.

I’d then earned Belle’s green thong during Mario Kart, plugging my petite pixie’s patootie full of scalding semen while she squealed like a stuck pig.

We’d stopped to take a break, clean up, and make dinner. Sam had come outside to sit with me by the barbecue grill, and then we’d returned to join the others for the meal. And after dinner, the girls decided they wanted to take turns sitting on my schlong just making out with me and nothing else.

Although the girls were still wearing their rainbow-colored lingerie and color-coordinating heels, the rainbow order itself was no longer important, and the girls basically just chatted with each other, mixing cocktails and drinking wine while their friends took turns mounting my lap face-to-face so we could tango with our tongues while I ran my hands all over their nubile bodies and massaged their asses. Holly went first, and then Alice, and then Mari, and then Eva, and then Holly again, and then Sam, and then Naimh, and then Alice again, and then Belle.

It was quite nice.

But at some point while Eva was taking another turn experiencing the OG BTC tradition, Alice sidled up to tap the hapa girl’s shoulder and murmured, “Turn around reverse cowgirl. I wanna go down on you while you’re riding him.”

Eva’s blue-contact eyes flashed. Her skin was already a little flushed from alcohol, but her ears burned pink for just a second as she stared at Alice and then turned to look at me.

I gave Eva an encouraging smile, and she smiled back at me. A moment later she straightened her shoulders and sat up before smoothly dismounting my dick to step down onto the floor one strappy-stiletto-clad foot at a time before pivoting around. She kept her heeled feet on the floor while reaching back with both arms and remounting me backwards. I slouched to bring my ass to the very edge of the couch, to the point where my balls were hanging down, and spread my knees to the sides to give room for Alice to move between them. Alice then held my dick erect to help. A moment later, Eva was leaning back against my chest with my hands palming her tits beneath the butterfly-shaped halter bra. And the horny Hawaiian hottie twisted to kiss me over her shoulder while pulling the strap of her yellow thong aside not only to allow my entry, but also give access for Alice to kneel between my knees and tongue her juicing slit at my point of entry.

“Holy SHIT,” Belle suddenly exclaimed, and the conversation around us abruptly cut off. “They’re actually doing it!”

Sensing her audience, Eva moaned into my mouth and reached up with her free arm to hold my head, deepening the passion of our kiss. She thrust her chest into my palms while I tweaked her nipples, and she undulated her body in slow rolls. And from down below I could feel Alice more aggressively go after Eva’s clit while simultaneously rubbing my balls.

With my eyes closed as I focused on Frenching the Hawaiian girl, I could only hear the others comment on the sight of us.

“Wow ... look at her go. She’s really into it,” Holly observed. “And you guys thought she was straight.”

“Who knew Alice would have the magic touch?” Sam wondered aloud.

“I thought she might after Eva became Matty’s gaming buddy,” Naimh remarked. “None of us could find any real common ground with her.”

“I thought you would be the first to get into her panties,” Belle stated. “Like seduction through cosplay or something.”

“I wasn’t trying to seduce her through cosplay. I just started making her an outfit,” Naimh protested.

“Well, it was a theory, at least,” Belle muttered. “Hey Alice, can I get a turn?”

“B, chill,” Mari warned. “Let her take things at her own pace.”

Eva pulled her mouth off of mine, eyes flashing again. And while holding Alice’s head to her crotch with one hand, she asked with a deep rasp in her voice, “Do you wanna see Belle take a turn?”

My dick thickened inside of Eva’s tight twat, and she started grinning before I could mutter anything about being perfectly happy to accept whatever she was comfortable with. A moment later, Eva turned to grin at Belle and coolly crooked a finger at the impish little voyeur.

“SWEEEEET!” Belle cheered, double-thrusting her fists into the air as she practically flew off the other couch and landed in what almost felt like a superheroine stance next to Alice.

I actually missed seeing the moment Belle’s tongue first made contact with Eva’s clit, and so did she. Eva’s head lolled back over my shoulder, staring straight at me, and I kept my gaze straight at her. I certainly felt that first moment from the way Eva shuddered, her pussy clenching around my cock, and from the way her ass gyrated in my lap as she grabbed the back of Belle’s head and tugged it tighter. And then I leaned over to kiss Eva once again, hearing her moan as she kissed me even more passionately than before.

Eventually Eva and I pulled apart and we both looked down to see Belle rather ravenously feasting on the Hawaiian girl’s slit. I imagined that my impish “little sister” had been fantasizing about this moment since the time they’d first met from the way she eagerly lapped at the model-esque beauty’s bald beaver. There was no warmup, no teasing foreplay. Belle went after Eva’s pussy hard and within two minutes, the horny Hawaiian girl was juddering in my lap at the precipice of orgasm until she grabbed my head one more time and kissed me just as the explosive orgasm rocked her to her very core.

“MMPH!” Eva’s climactic cry was muffled by my mouth, but I certainly felt her internal spasms as her synapses fried and she shuddered in my arms.

I’d thought that would finish Eva off. I expected her to slump back against my chest, wiped out and weary, and almost desperately push Belle’s face away feeling like her clit was too sensitive to keep going on.

But I’d forgotten that this was one cat who had serious claws.

Eva abruptly grabbed Belle beneath her armpits and hoisted the much lighter girl up so that they were face-to-face. She mashed their two mouths together only inches away from the tip of my nose, with Belle squeaking just a moment in surprise before flowing into the lustful lesbian liplock. And mere seconds after that, Eva twisted both girls to the side, rolling off me and planting Belle flat on her back across the couch cushion to my left, taking the dominant position in kissing the smaller girl.

Belle squeaked again when Eva’s fingers suddenly invaded her juicing slit.

Meanwhile, Alice took one look at my naked erection waving in the air and remarked, “Oh hey! Matty’s dick! Don’t mind if I do.”

And then my big dick was suddenly in my best friend’s mouth.

And then it was in Holly’s mouth.

And then it was in Sam’s mouth, too.

The post-dinner conversation portion of the evening had moved on to the full-blown orgy. Seven drunk and horny girls started crawling all over me and each other around the room, including Eva.

Alice, Holly, and Sam knelt right in front of me, taking turns sucking my dick with sometimes two of them at the same time. And I groaned in appreciation while the bevy of beautiful babes made sweet love to my big dick with their hands and mouths.

Belle, helplessly pinned beneath Eva’s larger weight, desperately reached a hand out and managed to hot-tag her BFF Mari. The busty brunette jumped in to help tag-team the hapa newcomer and turn the tables on her, picking up and then pinning the Hawaiian girl into her usual armchair but with Mari’s head between Eva’s thighs and Belle mashing her tits into Eva’s face. And Naimh sat beside me, cramming my face between her boobs and then cramming her tongue down my throat.

Sam and Holly had been passing my dick back and forth between them but then started making out with each other instead. Alice was quick to knock me over lengthwise across the couch and mount herself on my upright dick while Naimh climbed onto my face, going for a tongue-ride while simultaneously making out with Alice. But after only a few minutes of Alice aggressively riding my dick - combined with all that pussy I’d been getting during the conversation/makeout portion of the evening, I soon found myself ready to blow.

Dropping my head back from my Head Girlfriend’s box, I gasped, “Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

“Switch, Alice!” Naimh urged her old friend.

My dick was only out in the open air for a second, and then suddenly my mushroom head was surrounded by incredibly tight constriction. Sure, I’d railed my best friend’s rectum for quite a while during the whole Mario Kart lineup, but her dilated sphincter had certainly closed back up since then, and Alice had never been the kind of girl who would just take my dick up her ass on the fly the way Mari or Naimh could often do.

Still, Alice had been re-lubricated and mentally prepared for the occasion. I felt rhythmic rubbing against my pelvis as Naimh’s hand went to work stimulating her friend’s little love button, and Alice moaned and groaned as she sat her tight ass back down around my big dick. She humped herself up and down, getting a little help from gravity to stretch her restrictive rear passage around my too-thick girth. And even though it was only a few inches of travel, it was enough stimulation on my sensitive cockhead that my balls quickly came to a boil.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” I howled, holding Alice’s hips in my hands and hammering her body down against my pelvis with every ‘FUCK!’. With the third thrust I pushed my feet against the far armrest and arched my back, trying desperately to erupt every last brain cell I had in my body through the upright column of cock I had crammed up the Korean girl’s colon. And I kept Alice held several inches aloft with my big dick hilted to the balls up her butt for what felt like hours until I finally had nothing left to blow.

Three down.

Four more to go.

“Ooh! Creampie!” Belle called eagerly from across the room.

“Back off, bitch! This one’s mine!” Naimh shot back. And then the randy redhead tackled Alice off my body so she could slurp out every last drop.

And then she snowballed some of it with Belle.

One for all, and all for one.

So as I was saying, it was 10:37 AM Sunday morning when I turned to stare at the pile of thongs, thinking back fondly on the memories of “earning” each one of them. But I couldn’t stay in bed ALL day, and after spending another few minutes in fond reminiscence, I finally gathered up the gumption to drag my morning-wood-less body off the bed, get up, and get dressed.

The girls had made clear that, just like yesterday, there was no need for sightseeing or special activities, because the most important things to see were each other and the most important activity was being together. We only had a few hours left; Alice and Mari would be catching a flight to Burbank together this evening, and Holly would be heading home as well. And we all wanted to make the most of the time we had left.

I put on a comfortable pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt, went through my morning routine, and sauntered on down the stairs to the pleasant sounds of giggling girls happy to be together.

The sounds brought warmth to my heart.

But as I descended, I started to hear the actual words they were saying, and that warm feeling in my heart started to chill.

“At some point I know I’ll have to get over him,” Mari’s voice stated a little sadly. “But it’s hard, you know? For years whenever I laid in bed, daydreaming about being held in my man’s strong arms, he was always the one I daydreamed about. I’d stare out the window, thinking of him, wondering whether or not he was thinking of me, and my heart sank a little when I realized he almost certainly wasn’t.”

“That’s really, really sad,” Holly muttered.

I’d made enough noise upstairs in the bathroom and coming down the stair treads in this creaky old house to harbor no illusions that the girls hadn’t detected my presence. So rather than make some lame attempt to hide around the corner and eavesdrop on the rest of their conversation, I simply hit the ground floor and came into the living room.

Mari, Belle, Holly, and Sam sat in the living room. I didn’t immediately see Naimh, Alice, or Eva. The four on the couches turned to glance at me, and Holly thrust her arms out inviting a hug, but they didn’t stop their conversation, and in fact continued talking about me in the third person as if I wasn’t even there.

“I mean, why would he? First off, Matty was a hormone-fueled teenage boy, and he was always hottest and horniest for the girls who teased him the most.” Mari stated with a shrug, gesturing at the blonde. “That meant Sam, mostly, and then Neevie when she arrived. Sam could bend over just a bit at the waist, give him an eyeful of cleavage, and he’d jump off a cliff for her.”

“I remember,” Sam said with a bashful smile for me as I circled the couches. She and Holly scooted apart, with Sam patting the cushion between them and Holly hugging me as soon as I sat down.

“He’d have jumped off a cliff for an eyeful of your cleavage if you’d ever given it to him more often,” Belle drawled to her BFF. “I can’t count the number of times I saw him tenting his swim trunks when he’d try not to be too obvious about ogling you in the pool when you were doing laps.”

Mari blushed. “I loved those little looks, but I could never really be brave enough to just ... put myself on display for him.”

“You certainly put yourself on display for him several times even before all the sex stuff started happening,” Sam argued.

“As part of the group. Only times I ever took off my shirt and proudly put my bra on display were when everyone else was doing it right next to me,” Mari countered.

“I don’t think you have that problem anymore,” Holly remarked admiringly, gesturing at Mari’s suuuper plunging V-neck sweater that certainly put ‘the girls’ on display.

“No, I’ve got a different problem,” Mari said with a sigh. “I go to school four hundred miles away. So now when I stare out the window wondering whether or not he’s thinking of me, my heart still sinks a little when I realize he almost certainly isn’t, and the reasons are different even if I know the outcome is the same.”

I pursed my lips and frowned at her, simultaneously wanting to tell her she has every right to move on while biting my lip so as not to rehash the same conversation.

“What I’m trying to say is that I’m used to it, alright?” Mari continued. “I’m used to having those one-sided staring-out-the-window sessions, and even if you all think it’s really sad, it’s just ... normal ... to me. Par for the course. I’ve already spent years of my life daydreaming about him, and in the end, for one glorious senior year together I got to have him.”

“Well, you got to share him,” Belle clarified.

“I was happy. Call it sharing him or call it only getting a piece of him or call it whatever you want - I was happy. Even if I was only his Queen Mari every now and again, that whole year together - finally holding him in my arms the way I’d always wanted, feeling his big dick filling me up the way I’d always fantasized, and hearing him whisper how much he loved me the way I’d always dreamed - it was worth the wait. And there’s a big part of me that says I’d be happy to wait another four years ... or however long need be ... and he’ll still be worth the wait.”

“Angel...” I murmured softly.

“Oh, I already know what you’re gonna say,” she muttered with a dismissive wave. “And there’s a big part of me that says I should move on. But you’ve already made clear to Sam that even if she spends the next fifteen years achieving all of her personal and career goals first, that you’d happily welcome her back, right? And I already know that even if I chose to move on and hook up with some other guy or even made my own harem of Caltech Nerd-Boys to service my every whim, if I ever chose to come back to you, you’d happily welcome me back, too.”

I blinked a couple of times. “Well, all of that is certainly true. All of it. Of course I’d happily welcome you back. But that wasn’t what I was gonna say.”

Mari looked at me in surprise. “Really?”

“I was gonna say, there were LOTS of times I stared out the window thinking of you.”

Mari looked even more surprised. “Really?”

“Really-really,” Naimh confirmed as she, Alice, and Eva emerged from her bedroom to join us. “He used to cry every so often thinking about how much he missed you.”

Mari narrowed her eyes at the newcomers. “I don’t believe that.”

“It’s true,” Belle replied. “I’m not going to say he thought about you ALL the time, but he certainly did at least a few times, especially the first couple of weeks of school when missing the NBGs was at its peak for him. Every now and again, he’d get wistful and stare off into the distance, wishing things could go back to the way they were.”

“Oh, right!” Alice chirped while snapping her fingers. “Yeah he got all nostalgically wistful with me too on Friday.”

Eva snorted just after flopping into her usual armchair and then explained, “Mid-blowjob, if you can believe it. Alice scolded him to snap out of it and stop being such a killjoy.”

Mari took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Thank you for confirming what I already knew: that he missed the original BTC, collectively. He didn’t miss me.”

“He missed you,” Naimh assured her, taking a seat on the couch next to Mari and squeezing her hand. “He just missed Alice and Zofi and Holly as well. Much in the way he loves all of us in our own ways, he misses all of us whenever we’re gone.”

“He really does miss you,” Belle stated seriously. “He misses Alice. He misses Holly. And he definitely misses Sam.”

Sam rolled her eyes. “I’m still here.”

“For how much longer? Five minutes?”

“B...” I warned.

“Can’t say nobody ever told her she’s doing it wrong,” Belle stated with a shrug, holding her hands up in defense.

“Annnd we’re changing subjects before this turns into another Santa Cruz,” Alice muttered.

My stomach growled on cue.

“There we go!” Alice crowed. “Somebody feed this man! And by ‘somebody’, I mean someone other than me.”

“Or me,” Belle muttered. “I love you, Matty, but I think we went a little overboard on the anal action and I can’t even get up and walk right now.”

I grimaced. “I’m sorry. You should’ve--”

“Stop apologizing,” she cut me off. “It was totally worth it. I’m just glad you got your green thong out of the-- Hey! Where’re the thongs?!?”

I blinked and raised my fingertips to my unadorned neck. “Oops. I left ‘em on the nightstand.”

“Oh, we are NOT done yet,” Belle declared. “What colors are still left?”

“Orange and yellow,” Naimh confirmed. “Mari and Eva.”

“Angel and Devil it is,” Belle pronounced.

“‘Devil’?” Eva inquired, eyebrows arched.

“I’m joking,” Belle replied in a kidding-not-kidding sort of way.

“Kinda fits...” Sam drawled with a shrug.

“Ooh, now I’m imagining you in a sexy devil costume,” Naimh enthused, clapping her hands together and rubbing them.

My stomach growled again.

“Okay, I’m feeding him,” Mari announced, getting up. “The sooner I feed him, the sooner this body-built-for-sex gets properly plowed.”

“Properly plowed again,” Holly drawled. “He hammered your heinie plenty last night.”

“That was last night,” Mari pointed out with a wink, strutting like a runway model on her way to the kitchen, making sure I had an amazing view of her swaying ass the entire way. “And I for one am glad he didn’t leave me a deposit last night. I’ve only got a few more hours before I gotta go, and I intend to make the most of it.”

Naimh led me over to the dining table and then Mari brought a plate of food and some OJ to me. My Head Girlfriend then proceeded to forbid me from using any of my own utensils, insisting on feeding me herself. She even asked Mari to go get a straw so she could hold up the glass of OJ for me to sip.

I found the whole thing ... mildly amusing. Admittedly, I was mildly worn-out this Sunday morning after having so much sex last night, but I’d slept in and I certainly wasn’t too tired to feed myself. And yet my adoring Head Girlfriend was quite obviously having a good time, which was reason enough to go along with it. I opened my mouth whenever she cued me to take a bite and smirked with a wry look when she tittered happily. And in fact, Naimh seemed to be having such a good time that Mari wanted to get in on the action of spoon-feeding me.

So that’s how I ended up with a wicked-hot redhead sitting in my lap letting me run my hands all over her incredible body while turning my head every so often to let Mari feed me. All of the girls were fully dressed this morning rather than clad in their eye-catching rainbow lingerie, but they were no less beautiful for it.

That train of thought did make me reminisce once again about how I’d earned Nympho Neevie’s red thong. It had come at the very end of the night right before we’d fallen asleep, actually. I’d thought I was done for the day with four down and three more prizes that could wait for the next day. The seven drunk and horny girls seemed to be satisfied with the orgasms they’d already received, or so I’d thought.

The four Berkeley Babes had offered to let all three NBGs present spend the night with me, although Alice declined in favor of bunking with Naimh so they could spend more time catching up. Belle and Sam were together in Belle’s room. And I’d walked Eva three doors down to Mrs. Morris’s house so she could sleep in her own bed.

So after we were all cleaned up and ready for bed, I’d snuggled underneath my bedsheets with Mari on one side and Holly on the other. And although the three of us shared some weary but affectionate kisses, I still figured we were done for the night.

And then my Head Girlfriend had come to kiss me goodnight.

As I said, Naimh was supposed to be bunking with Alice, but I was more than happy to let my randy redhead climb straight onto my chest and give me a passionately loving kiss.

Thing is: one kiss turned into two. Two kisses turned into five. The next thing you knew we were having a full-blown makeout session. And since I’d been granted a good bit of refractory time for all the girls to scrub off their heavy makeup, shower, and change ... well ... my Head Girlfriend lying on top of me discovered that she had a bulge rubbing against her belly.

“What kind of Head Girlfriend would I be if I let this monster go unfucked?” Naimh pouted.

“Not the kind of Head Girlfriend -I- would follow,” Holly remarked with a grin, playing along.

“Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Can I help?” Mari asked excitedly.

So that’s how I ended up with one last foursome in bed. The anal lube had all been cleaned up and washed away during the showers, but the girls were more than happy to mount me with their soaking-wet snatches. I didn’t have to do any work: just lie there and let them pleasure me. I had big tits in my face and sweet lips pressed to mine and of course, wonderfully warm and wet pussies wrapped around my throbbing dick. And my favorite sight, actually, was having Naimh riding me cowgirl with Mari suckling on her right boob and Holly suckling on her left while my inspiring Irish Head Girlfriend held their heads to her plump teats.

The girls all had one last orgasm, but it took a while for me to build up to my final explosion. Holly was mounted on me at that point, her locks of bright blue hair flying every which way as she twisted herself left and right, her hands behind her head with her elbows out and her big boobies bouncing side-to-side. But when I groaned that I was getting close, she swiftly dismounted and then told me to go get myself a red thong prize.

My freckled redhead was bent over and braced against the headboard right next to us, her perfect ass thrust out and inviting. With adrenaline fueling my final burst of energy, I got to my knees and then slammed my swollen schlong straight into the sexy coed’s sacred core. And then I rabbit-humped my ravishing redhead’s rectum like I was running out of time, at last slamming myself balls-deep up her bunghole and basting her inner walls with one final blast of boiling sperm.

Five down.

Two more to go.

And then we had to get cleaned up all over again, but from the way Naimh left me with a supremely satisfied smile, I knew it was all worth it and would’ve done the same thing all over again.

But that was last night.

This was this morning. And yes, I realize I still haven’t told you how I got my fourth prize: Holly’s blue thong.

Funny story...

So after I’d crammed all my creamy cum up the Korean girl’s colon last night, I’d remained exactly where I was: lying down across the couch, momentarily wiped out, needing a few minutes to catch my breath.

Alice had been recovering from her orgasm. Naimh was busy snowballing the creampie with Belle. And Mari came over to help clean me up before starting Round Four.

That’s when Sam had suggested, “I think we could all use some entertainment for a little while. Holly? Hmm? Anything you’d like to share with the group?”

“Um, share my tongue?” Holly asked, her expression clearly that of someone pretending not to know what Sam was talking about.

“Not what I meant.”

“My fingers?” Holly ventured speculatively. “We’re gonna do a contest to see which girl can fit the most fingers up her hoo-ha?”

“Uh, no.”

“My closely guarded secrets as to how my hair can survive getting chemically dyed like this over and over and over again withou--”

“Hollister,” Sam growled, mildly annoyed.

“Okay, just for that, I am NOT gonna do it,” Holly pronounced.

Sam frowned. “Why not? You brought it over here for a reason.”

“And now is not the time!” Holly insisted.

By then, Naimh and Belle had finished snowballing my semen, and the two of them glanced back at me and then Sam and Holly and then back to me and also to Alice, Mari, and Eva: all of us looking perplexed.

“Not the time for what?” I asked, still a bit out of breath.

Holly glared at Sam, clearly nervous and clearly pleading with her eyes for Sam to NOT spill the beans. And in the end, Sam had rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine. I’m just saying: you were the one who wanted to do it.”

“I realize I’m not always the most perceptive guy,” I complained, looking around at everyone else, “But please tell me I’m not the only one with no idea what they’re talking about.”

“No clue,” Naimh remarked first.

“What ARE you two talking about?” Belle asked.

Sam pursed her lips and gestured back at Holly.

Holly sighed, made a face, and then looked a little embarrassed. Finally, she explained, “Uh, I’ve been taking guitar lessons and brought my guitar here to ... well...”