Chapter 69: Seven Minutes

“Okay Matty. You can take off the blindfold now.”

I knew that whatever the girls were planning would be amazingly awesome. Whatever they planned for me was always awesome. Still, I had no idea exactly what kind of awesome it would be, and the sounds of nine giggling girls interspersed with harsh hushing interspersed with what sounded suspiciously like plastic rubbing against plastic had my imagination racing in overdrive considering all the myriad possibilities as to whatever their surprise could be.

Still, I tried to keep my expectations low. Even if their big reveal turned out to be nothing more than nine giggling girls wearing the exact same clothing they’d been wearing all night, with no special plans beyond hanging out and playing more poker and board games, I knew I would be perfectly fine. I was a lucky sonovabitch already, just being here in a private rental house with nine girls far from home and zero parental supervision. If the ten of us did nothing more than play Mario Party together all night, I’d be happy.

With that in mind, I reached up to the back of my skull and pulled off Naimh’s sleep mask (yes, the same one from that first Tahoe trip). One deep breath wasn’t enough, so I took another while keeping my eyes closed. And it was only after exhaling a second time that I finally raised my lids and gawked at the incredibly erotic sight before me.

Definitely better than Mario Party.

“Oh ... holy ... shit...” I muttered in stunned disbelief.

Still holding the sleep mask in my left hand, I stared with saucer-shaped eyes at the array of scantily clad female figures before me. Nine comely coeds preened for maximum sex appeal in two rows: five girls standing in front of the fireplace, and four kneeling directly in front of them.

None of the girls wore a stitch of clothing.

But none of the girls was completely naked, either.

No lingerie. No sexy clothing. All of their naughty bits were covered up, with nipples and pussies shielded from view...

... shielded by gift wrap ribbons ... and nothing else.

That’s right, ladies and gentlemen: Nine girls wearing absolutely nothing but gift wrap ribbons.

Merry Christmas to ME.

It wasn’t Christmas anymore, of course, but holiday themes were still prevalent in several of the ribbon patterns the girls had used. Naimh’s ribbons were predominantly red with a repeating pattern of white Christmas trees and little white stars on them, with strategically mixed-in green ribbons as well. Belle wore baby blue ribbons with white snowflakes, mixed with white ribbons decorated with blue snowflakes. Mari’s ribbons had a red base with diagonal, green-plaid striping like a Christmas present. And Alice’s ribbons were white with red trim and a repeating pattern of gingerbread men on them.

Some of the ribbons formed traditional bikini shapes, but not all of them. Belle’s design was at right angles and reminded me of a leather bondage outfit she’d shown me once online, including a choker. Eva’s black and purple solid-color ribbons left her midsection bare, wrapped around her back, and then angled upwards like an A-frame shape from beneath her breasts, over her nipples, and tied together with a bow around her neck, and her bottoms were little more than a skinny V-shape that left her shaved mons almost completely exposed. Sam wore solid-color red, white, and blue ribbons which formed a halter-top and were tied off with bows over her nipples. Giggling, she slapped Zofi’s hand when the dark-haired beauty read my mind and playfully reached up to pull at one of the bow’s loose end.

Zofi herself was dolled up in dark blue and silver ribbons crisscrossed up and down the length of her left leg (but not the right leg), and her breasts were covered bandeau-style with no shoulder straps. Skylar was pretty in pink ribbons mixed with dark red ribbons like a Valentine, with a large pink bow on her left hip and another large bow between her breasts. She also had ribbons along both of her long, long legs and down the length of both arms like sleeves. And Luna’s blue and white ribbons were arranged in somewhat vertical strips that ran from her crotch all the way up her chest and then over her shoulders, crossed at near ninety-degree angles with horizontal strips.

Further, all of the girls had various ribbons in their hair, with Belle’s ribbons intertwined with very tight, almost severe braids to go along with her bondage-style outfit. Luna also wore a headband wrapped in ribbons along with two wire-formed, ribbon-adorned cat ears. And Naimh wore a similar ribbon-wrapped headband with what looked like big wire-formed Playboy bunny ears.

This was definitely going to be a night to remember.

But that said, since all nine girls were preening and looking at me expectantly, I momentarily got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“If you’re expecting me to declare a winner in a ‘best outfit’ contest,” I began, “You’re gonna find I’ll be just as diplomatic about it as I was with the snowwomen.”

Sam laughed and shook her head. “Relax: we’re not doing a ‘best outfit’ contest. For one thing: you’re not properly dressed.”

Naimh held up several rolls of colored ribbon. “Your turn, Matty!”

I blinked in surprise. “Me?”

She started tossing rolls to the other girls, all in different colors. They each caught a roll, all except for Alice, who fumbled hers and turned even pinker than the roll of pink ribbon that she’d dropped. The look on her face washed away my momentary trepidation, and I opened my mouth to needle the supposed “athlete” of The BTC. But before I could say anything, she pointed straight at me and warned, “Don’t you even fucking dare.”

I settled for laughing, and everyone else was laughing as well. Luna caught the final roll of ribbon, and then Naimh hollered, “Get his clothes off, girls!”

This was definitely going to be a night to remember.

Somewhat surprisingly, the ten of us didn’t launch straight into the sex part of the evening.

Well -I- did, actually. The sight of nine hot girls wearing nothing but gift wrap ribbon over their nubile, nearly naked bodies, had given me quite the erection. Alice, Belle, and Mari had been the first ones to come over, stand me up, and start stripping off my clothing. And the instant Belle yanked my pants and boxers down to my ankles, Alice immediately squatted, crammed my cock into her mouth, and started smoking my fatty like there was no tomorrow.

Unfortunately, Mari tapped Alice on the head and told my buddy she’d have to move out of the way to let everyone wrap me up. All nine girls then spent several minutes darting in and out and around my body, having a blast haphazardly wrapping me up in multi-colored ribbons without rhyme or reason and often getting in the way of each other. Belle squawked in outrage when Mari somehow accidentally entangled her in a yellow ribbon as she was reaching up to put a bow in my hair, followed by Eva and Alice not so accidentally looping around red and green ribbons of their own and fixing her firmly in place.

The whole process took much longer than necessary, got much more complicated than it needed to be, and wound up a complete mess, not that anyone really minded. If the girlish giggles and uproarious laughter were any indication, everyone was having a good time.

Since I kept my arms and legs spread a bit, the girls didn’t quite turn me into a mummy, but it was pretty close. By the time they were finished, there wasn’t a whole lot of uncovered skin left on me. But my massive erection was certainly exposed to the open air, a fact that Alice was quick to take advantage of as she resumed blowing me, pushed me into a seated position on the armchair, tugged aside some of the gingerbread-man ribbons around her crotch, and then sank her tight teen twat down around my turgid tool.

So yes, Alice and I launched straight into the sex part of the evening, but the rest of the girls had other plans.

Much as my ego wanted to believe I’d be the center of attention in a nine-girl orgy, things certainly didn’t start off that way. Yes, Alice had gone for a ride on her favorite toy in the world right from the jump, but the other girls split off into little groups to inspect and compliment each other on their ribbon outfits. I knew the nine of them had gone upstairs into the bedrooms to prep after giving me explicit instructions to stay downstairs and not peek. But I understood that they’d gotten outfitted in four different bedrooms in pairs except for one triple, and so never really had time to check each other out before.

Skylar had gone straight to Luna to ask about the fancy headbands she’d made for herself and Naimh. Naimh was asking Eva about the design for her top and collar. Sam was inspecting Belle’s tight braids and asking Mari about how she’d done them. And then Zofi was playing at tugging on Skylar’s pink bows, giggling about whether or not the entire outfit would come undone if she pulled on them.

I heard all of these things in passing, distracted as I was by pulling Alice’s outfit undone a bit so I could get mouth-access to her turgid nipples while the athletic Asian girl humped up and down my big dick in the armchair. I also found the tear-resistant ribbons quite useful as handholds for holding Alice’s ass and using the leverage to really bounce her body up and down in my lap. So the two of us were really going at it for a minute with almost hyperactive intensity until Alice finally bellowed her orgasmic ecstasy over my shoulder while mashing her marvelous mammaries against my face.

When Alice finally settled down and sat back a bit to let me breathe, I looked up to find Sam settling onto the armrest right next to us, holding a water glass and two familiar-looking pills: one blue and one white. “Been saving these for special occasions,” she informed me. “And this is definitely a special occasion.”

I winked at her and nodded. “I figured. I was hydrating in advance while the rest of you were upstairs.”

“Hey, you’re learning!” Sam enthused, and then she immediately leaned down to give me a quick peck.

I opened my mouth, let Sam drop the two pills inside, and then took the glass of water from her to chug everything down. I gasped at the end, Sam gave me another quick peck, and then she got up to saunter away. And that’s when I noticed that my next “appointment” was already waiting.

My Mariangel sat on the couch nearby, knees up and crotch-ribbons shoved aside to provide finger access to her pink pussy, although her own fingers weren’t doing the rubbing. Belle sat next to her, the two BFFs fingering each other instead. But it was Mari who first extended her arms to me, crooning, “Wanna come unwrap your present, Matty?”

I grinned and immediately started figuring out how I wanted to push the red with green-plaid ribbons aside to get access to my Angel’s goodies, replying eagerly, “Oh hell yeah.”

Mari giggled while slamming her legs shut and then waggled a reproachful finger. “Tsk, tsk. Have you been naughty or nice this year?”

“Naughty,” I replied while lifting Alice off me and setting her gently aside before getting up off the armchair. “I’ve been a very naughty boy this year.”

“Mmm ... and what do naughty boys get?”

“Naughty angels,” I growled while forcibly separating Mari’s legs to the sides, quickly parking myself between them, and then yanking on her hips to drag her crotch up to the front edge of the couch cushion.

And then I slammed my steel-hard schlong into her soaking-wet snatch in a single thrust.

My lusty Latina wrapped her legs around my waist and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, tugging me down to her for a fierce kiss while we went from zero to sixty in 2.4 seconds, happily hammering away at each other. A moment later, Belle on my left side grabbed my head and turned my face so that she could plant a fierce kiss on me while I continued to blast her BFF with my big dick. And the three of us moaned and groaned in erotic ecstasy while the din of girls continuing their conversations surrounded us.

We weren’t the only ones having sex for long. Alice was still horny and she grabbed Eva from somewhere, slamming the sexy half-Japanese girl onto the couch cushion to my right before dropping down and shoving her face between Eva’s thighs. And then Eva grabbed my head so that she could plant a fierce kiss on me while I continued pounding in and out of Mari’s plush pussy.

With Belle’s little fingers diddling her BFF’s little love button, it didn’t take long for us to make my Mariangel pop. I felt the cataclysmic convulsions of Mari’s cunt clenching around my cock, but I was in no hurry to lose my load. Even discounting Luna, I knew I’d need to satisfy eight girls in the house tonight, so I was prepared to pace myself.

That said, as soon as Mari finished her orgasm, Belle was quick to grab my arms and yank on me until I’d pulled out and rolled over. The next thing I knew, I was seated in Belle’s former spot on the couch with the pint-sized vixen immediately sinking herself straight onto my upthrust sword. And the instant I started sliding into Belle’s too-tight teenage twat, I groaned with worry that I’d bust my nut well before I was ready.

‘Pacing myself’ would be much more difficult if I let Belle take charge of our fucking. Her ultra-snug snatch simply felt too fucking good, and when she recognized the strain on my face, the impish little pixie bit my ear and teased, “Is my big brother in danger of cumming already? Does he wanna fill his little sister’s pussy full of dangerous babymakers? You really ARE a naughty boy, aren’t you, big brother? The naughtiest big brother ever.”

“Holy fuck, B,” I groaned, holding her hips and trying to slow down her pace a bit. But Belle gripped the multicolored ribbons around my shoulders for leverage and humped herself up and down on me hard. And I knew that if I let her keep up that pace for very long, she’d soon get filled up with ‘big brother’s dangerous babymakers’.

So with a growl, I wrapped my arms around Belle’s back and abruptly heaved myself over to the side. We became dislodged in the process, giving my poor prick a short reprieve. But my dick did not stay in the open air for long, because I rapidly rolled my Baby Belle belly-down over the couch’s armrest, pinned her in place, and then promptly pushed my powerful prong right back into her pleasurable pussy.

And then I spanked the naughty little girl.

[THWACK]

“Eep!” Belle squeaked.

[THWACK] [THWACK]

“Eep! Eep!”

Belle’s blue-and-white snowflake ribbons had been made at right angles, with horizontal sections running around her neck, across her upper chest, beneath her armpits, across her midsection, and one more across her waist. Intersecting vertical lines connected them all, twisted and tied to be rather rigid, all things considered. And while the front side had triangles around her boobs and crotch, the backside was a clean network of box shapes that made it easy for me to grab on and use the ribbons as a lattice of handholds to manipulate her body bent over before me.

So manipulate her, I did.

I pinned my poor “little sister’s” pelvis to the armrest and then yanked her up by her back straps so that I could reach around and fondle her perky boobs. When I tired of spanking her ass and fucking her from behind, I yanked her off the armrest and pulled her up in the air so that her feet couldn’t touch the floor, walking around the great room for a little bit with my petite little pixie suspended by my cock in mid-air. The ribbons were not soft, and Belle would have lines of bruising the next day, but if she minded the pain, she didn’t say. Instead she kept moaning and groaning as I bounced her on my big dick, hooking her feet behind my calves for support, until I planted her face-down on the dining table right in front of where Skylar and Naimh were seated and having a conversation. And I hammered away with my pelvis bouncing off Belle’s booty while winking at the Shamrock and the Rose.

“Hello, ladies,” I greeted amiably, feeling rather puffed up and cocky. “Either of you wanna go next?”

“Ooh, now we’re suckin’ diesel!” Naimh enthused immediately and started pushing Skylar’s shoulder. “Go get some, Sky! Get some!”

Skylar held her hands up. “No-no-no. Not just yet.”

“Aww...” Naimh whined.

“My bad,” I apologized, deflating just a bit as I read the expression on Skylar’s face. I knew she felt a bit under pressure, and it was my fault for suggesting one of the two go next that put her on the spot.

“Besides,” Skylar pointed out. “No way can we cut Belle off right now. Looks like she’s ready to pop.”

Belle indeed looked like she was ready to pop. The prostrate little pixie’s head was lolling as I gave her a royal pounding, pinning her against the dining table with her little legs waving in the open air. Her drool was forming a small puddle beneath her cheek, and she moaned constantly while I brutally blasted her wet box.

And then she popped.

For a few minutes, Belle was a limp ragdoll, deliriously absorbing my pulverization of her poor pussy. But all of a sudden she snapped into motion, shooting her right hand out to grab Naimh’s right wrist and shooting her left hand out to grip the far edge of the dining table. She screamed in unholy ecstasy and clamped down so hard around my cock I could scarcely keep pumping against the fierce friction. But pump her I did, thrusting my thick cock through her clenching cuntal convulsions while she wailed and thrashed beneath me in the throes of epic orgasm.

And then I came.

Intention to pace myself or not, getting ridden on the armchair by Alice, sawing in and out of my Angel on the sofa, and now drilling my Annabelle on the dining table, my impish “little sister’s” ultra-snug snatch really did prove too good for me to hold my ejaculation at bay, and as I slammed forward one final time, I started blasting her womb with “big brother’s dangerous babymakers”.

“HNNGGHH! HNNGGHH! HHHNNNGGGHHH!!!”

Belle squealed again as she felt the white-hot heat flooding her insides, and I was pretty sure she came again. And together, we both twitched and quivered until both of our sweaty bodies were absolutely spent.

Back on the couch, Eva and Alice had stretched out and started sixty-nining. Sam currently sat in the armchair with Zofi in her lap, the pair of beautiful babes making out while Zofi held Mari’s face to her crotch. And Luna sat next to them, observing it all while almost idly rubbing herself.

“Damn,” Skylar observed around the room with blinking eyes and a wry grin for Naimh. “It’s not like I don’t know you all have these wild-and-crazy BTC orgies, and you obviously just had one on Sunday night, but it’s still a little bonkers to see another one happening right in front of my very eyes.”

“You really don’t have to join in if you’re not comfortable yet,” Naimh offered. “If you’re worried about bein’ put on the spot, you’re welcome to just hang back the way you did before, and then at some point, the two of us can take Matty upstairs in private for a bit.”

“That’s a kind offer, but I’ve got a better idea,” Skylar replied with a smirk. “I told you I wanted to try everything, remember? This is an opportunity to slurp a creampie out of Matty’s Little Cumslut and snowball it back to her.”

“Ooh, bang on,” Naimh enthused, raising her right hand for a high-five.

Skylar laughed and slapped Naimh’s upraised hand, and her eyes glittered at me while I slowly withdrew my spent schlong from the strawberry-blonde’s soaking-wet snatch and then gently rolled my Baby Belle onto her back. Skylar scooted her chair around so that she could park herself between Belle’s spread legs, winked at Naimh, and then ducked her head to start slurping.

Belle moaned and reached up to grab the back of Skylar’s honey-blonde head, holding it down.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph...” Naimh breathed as she scooted alongside me, wrapping an arm around my waist while gawking wide-eyed at the sight in front of her. “I started to wonder if I’d ever see this day.”

Skylar choked and abruptly pulled her head out, swallowing what she’d slurped up. She shot a look back at Naimh, muttering, “Stop making me laugh!”

“Sorry, sorry. Please, continue your meal,” Naimh apologized with a sorry-not-sorry kind of expression.

Skylar snorted, shook her head, and then ducked her head back down. Belle moaned again as the blonde’s tongue went to work, and she didn’t stop moaning until Skylar eventually stood up, leaned over the petite girl’s body, and sealed their lips together to share my creamy cum.

“You’re officially BTC now, Sky,” Naimh pronounced quite proudly. “Welcome to the club.”

After I and several of the girls got their first orgasms to take the edge off, Sam called everyone to attention and then got all ten of us assembled in a big circle on the couches, the chairs, and standing up in front of the TV. Although some of the ribbons had gotten dislodged, each girl’s outfit was still more-or-less intact. And my big dick was still sprouting straight up in the air, a fact not lost on Naimh, who slowly stroked my meat in her hand just because she could.

Standing up in front of the TV, Sam held aloft an electronic beeper and a small, green, plastic bucket with a series of red-and-white candy canes stenciled onto it. I eyed the bucket curiously but waited for her to explain.

“We’re starting with a little ice-breaker that most of us remember from high school as Seven Minutes in Heaven,” Sam announced, holding up the bucket. “In this bucket are ten playing cards in five sets of matching pairs. I’m going to pass the bucket around, you’ll each take a card without peeking into the bucket, and the two people with matching cards pair up alone to do whatever they want for seven minutes. Kings go to the master bedroom, Queens go up to the loft, Jacks go to the twin-bed room, Threes go to the triple, and Aces stay right here in the living room. Luna volunteered to keep a seven-minute timer running on this beeper, and she’ll announce when it’s time to switch. Any questions?”

I blinked in surprise and shot a glance at Luna. I hadn’t been expecting a game like this, but Luna was already nodding her agreement. I took that to mean that Sam had run this by Luna in advance, and perhaps some of the other new girls as well, which put me at ease about the situation and neutered my initial instinct to ask if everyone had agreed to this.

But then as if to disprove my theory, Eva’s hand went up as she gave Sam a perplexed look. “Are there any rules about what we’re supposed to do for seven minutes?”

“Whatever you want,” Sam drawled casually. “Talk. Fuck. Sit in silence and make funny faces at each other, trying to make the other person crack up. It’s entirely up to you.”

Eva blinked twice, processing that. “Oh. Okay...”

“Seriously: no pressure,” Sam said kindly. “This is an ice-breaker, and we’ve still got a long night ahead of us.”