Chapter 74: I’ll See You Soon

Something tickled 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 gagged a little and briefly pulled her head off. Continuing to pump her left hand up and down the length of my shaft, she took a deep breath and accepted my mushroom head back between her lips, kissing it and licking the sensitive underside instead of trying to bob her head back and forth.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the dark-brunette head in my lap. Zofi looked up at me, her brilliant blue 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 left hand.

“Morning, mój skarbie,” I greeted pleasantly, reaching up to caress her face. She tilted her head to the side, letting my mushroom head dent out her cheek, and for a brief second I felt the distinctly odd sensation of my own hand applying pressure to my cockhead through Zofi’s skin.

But then the lissome brunette pulled her mouth off me and crawled up the length of my body. We were both completely naked, and I felt her erect little nipples dragging up every inch of my chest. A moment later she kissed me tenderly, with more pleasant affection than raw passion. I let my hands roam up and down her naked back before taking hold of her perky buns and fondling them to my heart’s content. And the lovely dark-haired beauty pulled her head up to give me a serene smile while grinding her pelvis down against my morning wood, a twinkle of delight in her eyes while watching the effect she had on me.

I gasped at the pleasure and adjusted my meaty paws on Zofi’s pert buttcheeks. I used her body to lightly masturbate myself, gliding her slippery furrow along my rod like a rail several times back and forth, back and forth. She moaned with her own pleasure at the feeling of her clit pressed down against my soft-but-firm flesh. And when she closed her eyes and arched her long neck to tilt her head away from me, I couldn’t help but latch onto it and suckle lightly.

But I stopped before marking her with a hickey. I’d marked her when she’d first come to me at the beginning of winter break, but that one had plenty of time to heal before she’d have to go back to school and face embarrassing questions. That wasn’t the case anymore.

It was Saturday now.

And Zofi had to fly away.

I was suddenly seized with an urgent need to hold Zofi with all four limbs, so I went ahead and wrapped her up with both arms and hooked my calves around hers to trap her within my embrace. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to grab onto my treasure and never let her go.

Zofi sensed my tension and turned her face to look down at me, her old soul reflecting sympathy in her eternally patient gaze. She smiled, both heartfelt sadness and gracious acceptance on her face, compassion for my ache her top priority despite her own impending separation. She then dipped her lips to mine for a gentle kiss that did wonders to soothe the ache deep inside me. And she kept kissing me and kissing me until my tension melted away.

I didn’t even notice Zofi reaching behind herself to elevate my erection and get me lined up with her entrance. We were mid-kiss when she slid herself back and I suddenly pulled my mouth away to gasp at the unexpected pleasure of my prick pushing deep within my treasure’s pristine pussy.

Zofi pushed herself up on her arms so that she could observe my expression of rapturous ecstasy, sensations she had chosen to share with me despite her homosexual nature. Gifting her body was an act of love, and so we ‘made love’ in its purest form I knew. Her heavy and yet impossibly firm breasts swayed just above my face, at least until she lowered her pendulous bosom to my lips and then smiled as I latched onto a proffered teat and suckled on it like a baby.

And then she turned her face to the side and sighed happily while the platinum-blonde beauty there took hold of her head and mashed their lips together in sweetly Sapphic harmony.

Not only was this Zofi’s last morning with me, but it was her last morning with Sam, too. While the three of us had spent the night together after the gift-wrap-ribbons orgy, all three of us had been a little too wiped-out to really enjoy the next morning. We’d slept in late, almost too late to check out of our rented house. And there had barely been enough time for us all to pack up and load our belongings into our two vehicles, let alone time for sex.

I did find a few minutes to call Mother, though. She was surprised to take my call so soon, but equally happy to do so. I didn’t tell her about my dream (nightmare?) or anything like that. I did reiterate my intent to keep in contact with her more often - with a little more heat than I’d originally meant - but she responded that she’d like that. I expressed my gratitude for everything she’d given me, and I told her that I loved her. I heard some of that uncharacteristic warmth in her voice when she replied, which was definitely nice. And the pleasant glow I’d felt afterwards (kinda) helped the post-super-pill massive headache I’d been fighting.

That had been Thursday morning. Now it was Saturday morning back in Berkeley, and I wanted to feel a different kind of pleasant glow.

Presently, I relocated my hands back to Zofi’s pert buttcheeks and used them to help guide her body’s undulations upon my big dick. I watched Sam and Zofi making out and then puckered up when Sam turned her head to kiss me instead. I made love to my Aphrodite with my mouth, tangling our tongues together and then moaning when Zofi worked her inner muscles to bring me that much more pleasure.

We took our time, in no rush to reach an ending. It was about the journey, not the destination, especially since none of us were in any hurry for this particular journey to be over. Zofi rode herself to the brink of orgasm on top of me, with Sam beside us stroking and caressing her long-time best friend. When my treasure’s pleasure peaked, I clutched her to my chest with both arms and held her in my grasp while she shivered and shuddered and sighed in deep-rooted satisfaction.

Zofi suggested she and Sam switch places, but Sam insisted that this morning was for her. We changed positions so that Zofi and I were spooned on our right sides, allowing me to kiss my treasure’s neck, caress her arms, and fondle her breasts while continuing to pump her pussy from behind. Sam was right in front of her, the paired pretty paramours making love to each other with their mouths and Sam with easy access to rub her best friend’s love button.

After Zofi climaxed again though, she asked me to climb on top of her missionary-style. I was more than happy to do so, and she cooed quite happily while I slowly sank my steel-hard schlong straight back into her soaking-wet snatch. She then raised her long, lithe legs to drape them over my shoulders, cradled my head in her hands, and nipped my earlobe before growling in a surprisingly husky voice, “Fuck me, darling. Fuck me.”

So I fucked her.

I fucked her pretty fucking hard, “making love” be damned.

I’d felt a subtle shift inside myself ever since that psychedelic dream I’d experienced the final night in Mammoth Mountain. My rational mind told me that none of it was real – merely the byproduct of stress concerning the inherent instability of my multiple romantic relationships, anxiety over the NBGs’ imminent departure, and whatever chemicals were in Sam’s super-pills. But unlike most dreams, I could still recall every single second in vivid technicolor. And I hadn’t forgotten my resolution to base my decision-making more on what I wanted for myself instead of simply going with the flow of whatever the girls in my life wanted for me.

Rather than get overly wrapped up in what I thought was best for the girls and subsuming my self-interest for their benefit, I was allowed to recognize my own desires and take action to pursue them.

Case in point: fucking Zofi a little harder felt good. Well, it felt good for me. I could tell she didn’t physically enjoy rough sex as much as the more tender kind, and so often I had been unable to bring myself to really hammer her hard, even when she asked me to. I’d rather tell her ‘It’s fine’ and ‘I don’t need to’, sacrificing my urges for her sake rather than let her sacrifice her comfort for my sake.

But I knew our relationship could afford some give and take. I’d made her cum twice already, I knew she wanted to feel like she’d satisfied me, and a pleasurably sore ache emanating from her rarely stretched feminine muscles on the plane ride home would only make her feel closer to “her darling”. Much in the way she chose to swallow my cum despite disliking the taste, I knew she’d be happy to let me use her body as a masturbatory device for my own selfish pleasure for a little while, hence her verbal encouragement for me to ‘fuck her’.

I couldn’t deny how great it felt to fold her in half beneath me and really lay down the lumber.

I couldn’t deny the energy she gave me when clutching my shoulders while crooning into my ear, “Cum in me, Matty ... Fill me with your fertile sperm! Cream me with your powerful seed and claim me forever as your own!”

And I couldn’t deny just how HARD I slammed myself into her when she moaned, “Make me a mommy, Matty! Fuck me and fill me! Give me a baby, Matty! A baby! OUR baby! AAAAHHHH!!!!”

Zofi’s encouragement felt like it made me spurt out a few million extra sperm into her unfortunately eggless womb. We still clutched and shuddered together in climactic ecstasy, the feeling of me filling her spurring Zofi to yet another orgasm. We slumped together and then kissed each other as softly as we’d been violently hammering together only moments before.

Eventually, I pulled out and rolled over onto my back, momentarily spent. Sam was more than happy to take over kissing duties, cradling her longtime lover in her arms. I smiled at the thought that Sam and Zofi had actually been lovers for longer than we had. But then I felt a melancholy sadness that they would soon be separated for a long, long time.

Perhaps forever.

We were coming to the end of an era. One could argue we’d already come to the end of an era when we’d all left home to go to college in different places around the country. But while that had certainly been a major milestone in our lives, today felt so much more... permanent.

It was as if the past five months or so had been a trial separation for The BTC, but now it was time to finalize the divorce. An amicable divorce, to be sure, but still a divorce. Things had been static for too long. It was as if the NBGs had put their lives on hold for an entire semester, and we all knew that couldn’t last forever.

Holly had completely broken up with me ... and broken up with the others as well. We’d promised to always remain friends, but the girls hadn’t heard from her in the past week and there were no future plans to get together again soon. Alice had taken interest in a guy and intended to get to know him better. Zofi had told us both that she couldn’t live in the past or survive on fond memories. She needed to move forward with her life. And Mari?

Well, my Mariangel had asked me to let her decide when – or even ‘if’ – she should move on. I had to respect her right to choose for herself.

Zofi would be flying off to Princeton on a red-eye flight tonight. Alice and Mari would fly out tomorrow. While this winter break together had certainly been fun, The BTC as I’d known it was never coming back.

We were evolving. My friends may not have run out of the gates searching for new horizons this past semester. None had yet replaced The BTC as the primary source of love and friendship in their lives. But the only constant was change. Each baby step we took away from each other inevitably gathered momentum. Soon, the primaries in their lives would exist hundreds of miles away from the special friends they’d known in high school. The BTC 2.0, whatever we were becoming, would churn and re-form itself with girls they barely knew. We’d accepted that, even if we didn’t necessarily like it.

Still, we all told each other, “This isn’t ‘goodbye’. It’s ‘I’ll see you soon.’”

In the meantime, we all wanted to at least enjoy today. Sam and Zofi spent a lot of time kissing, but eventually Sam kissed her way down Zofi’s glorious naked body to start slurping out my sperm and swallowing it all down. The pair of bodaciously busty beauties then parked themselves on either side of my hips, giggling and kissing and taking turns reviving my rod with their supple lips and warmly welcoming mouths.

It didn’t take long for me to get hard, especially once my buxom Aussie babe enfolded my rapidly expanding erection within the crevice of her big boobs and started titfucking me with a winning smile on her face. A minute later, Zofi took a turn as well, mashing her firm and supple melons around my prodigious prick and pumping her chest up and down the length of my rigidifying rod. And afterwards, when Zofi insisted that Sam climb onto me and go for a ride, the blonde bombshell didn’t need much convincing.

For a few minutes I focused my attention on my longtime girlfriend: my Aphrodite. I played within the vast wonderland of her bountiful bosom, cradled her face in my hands while we played tonsil hockey, and grinned like an idiot at the sight of my lover’s lush curves put on full display as she humped up and down in my lap. Time seemed to crawl by at a snail’s pace, and for a while it felt like I could watch her big boobies bouncing in slow-motion. But after she bent over a bit to smother my face in her massive mammaries, Sam sat up straight and turned to look over her shoulder and meet her best friend for a fierce kiss.

Zofi had joined in by straddling my legs directly behind Sam, her right hand reaching around to paw at the blonde’s boobs while her left hand slid lower to strum Sam’s little love button. Together, my treasure and I brought the sexy siren sandwiched between us to a quick little climax.

Sam then smiled, gave Zofi a quick kiss, and said, “Thanks, Zofi. But with that out of the way, let’s spend the rest of the morning focused on you.”

The lovely, lissome brunette gave us both a serene smile and then slipped off my legs. With languid grace, she lowered herself face-down across my mattress and grabbed one of my pillows to tuck into the hollow curve between her chin and her breasts. Bending her knees, she let her feet somewhat playfully bounce back and forth in the air while she grinned up at me.

“I’d like my boyfriend to give a massage, please,” Zofi stated primly.

I smiled ear-to-ear. “Delighted to, mój skarbie.”

Sam dismounted me, and although my reptile brain complained at being forcibly removed from the warm and welcoming confines of a wet and willing pussy, the part of me that would always love Zofi forever was more than happy to spend some time giving her one of Matty’s Famous Backrubs. So I rolled up onto my knees, waddled my way across the mattress, and then straddled Zofi’s straightened legs.

And then I saw it.

A pink silicone disc gauging the entrance to Zofi’s colon.

Zofi heard the catch in my breath and glanced back at me over her shoulder, a coy smile on her gorgeous face. “We’re there now, darling.”

I didn’t question her decision. I didn’t waste time asking if she was sure. She’d just gone and put a pink butt-plug in her ass while I’d been occupied with Sam, hadn’t she? She seemed pretty damn sure.

Instead I simply smiled.

And I said sincerely, “Thank you, mój skarbie.”

“It’s all for you.”

“Put him in me, Sam,” Zofi murmured drowsily, on the verge of falling asleep.

It had been perhaps ten minutes since I’d first noticed my treasure had gone and put a pink butt-plug in her ass. Since then, I’d been happy to make mój skarbie turn into a relaxed puddle of goo with gentle but firm strokes against her neck, shoulders, and all across her naked back.

I was only semi-hard at this point, having contented myself with hot-dogging Zofi’s buns but more focused on my massage to maintain a concrete erection. But Sam had the solution as the platinum-blonde beauty gave me a wink and a smile before leaning in to kiss me with soulful passion and also grasp my dick to start giving me a wristy.

It didn’t take long for her to get me hard. I’d patiently bided my time while giving Zofi her massage. But in my head I heard Zofi’s sweet voice repeating, We’re there now, darling. I was anxiously eager to bury my big dick into Zofi’s exquisitely tight butt. And Sam happily stroked the length of my shaft with one hand while reaching down to grasp the pink silicone disc covering her best friend’s sphincter.

I continued massaging my treasure’s neck and shoulders right up until she tensed up at the feeling of Sam tugging on the plug. I paused my ministrations and let Zofi exhale slowly, relaxing herself to accommodate Sam pulling out the pink butt-plug. Then I watched Sam guide my cockhead to Zofi’s gaping-wide sphincter still slickened with lube, press down ever so gently to get me notched, and finally circle my shaft with her fingers like a collar as I pushed forward and down to delve my dick into the depths of the lissome brunette’s backdoor.

Zofi groaned and clenched up before I got three inches inside. I felt her snake a hand beneath her crotch to rub her own clit as a distraction, and for a brief moment I considered calling it off. But I knew she would want me to continue (and let’s face it: -I- wanted to continue). So after she took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, relaxing her anal muscles, I pushed forward slowly and steadily while Sam reached down with both hands to spread her best friend’s asscheeks apart, until I’d embedded every last inch of myself up Zofi’s butt.

And then I went back to massaging her.

“Mmmm ... yeahhh...” Zofia Katarzyna Zelazowska groaned, her supple flesh yielding to my rhythmic stroking motions. With supermodel height and lingerie model curves, she was a slender-yet-stacked dream come true with bright blue eyes that could sometimes look cool and intense but then sparkle with an inner light when she was happy. And her lustrous, dark-brown hair shimmered in the morning light pouring through my bedroom windows.

Zofi’s face was turned to the side, her right cheek pressed into the mattress with her silky dark locks pulled out of the way to give me free access to her neck and shoulders. She smiled serenely, completely at ease, and I liked to think my slow-stroking massage motions had something to do with that. Her eyes remained open, her attention on the beautiful blonde lying parallel to her, Sam’s right hand clasped in Zofi’s left.

Applying strong pressure to my fingertips, I repeatedly rubbed the stiff muscles in Zofi’s neck and shoulders. While her left hand was clasped in Sam’s grasp, her right arm extended out and to the side, palm up, utterly relaxed. When I concentrated my attention on her graceful neck and then pinched in, Zofi inhaled and fractionally turned her face downward into the pillow beneath her chin, tensing (and clenching) ever so briefly before exhaling slowly.

“Did you just cum, mój skarbie?”

“Yes, darling,” she breathed. Beneath me, she’d gone completely limp as if she didn’t have a single bone in her body.

Well she did have one bone inside her body: MY bone. Zofi was still naked and face-down across my mattress, her long, lithe legs together with her feet hanging off the foot of my bed. The position allowed me to plant my knees to either side of her hips and pivot my pelvis in order to plunge every last inch of my purple, plundering prick down into the depths of her perfect posterior’s portal.

The position was ... a bit tricky for a massage. I sometimes needed to brace one hand on the bed for balance in order to really apply downward pressure with my other hand. Sometimes I sat back atop Zofi’s hamstrings with only half my dick still embedded up Zofi’s butt, but at least I had better balance for continuing my massage. I wasn’t in any hurry to cum, doing little more than leaving my big dick within the constricted confines of the comely coed’s colon and occasionally flexing it every now and again.

Feeling a bit of déjà vu, I relaxed and focused on giving my girlfriend a backrub.

With my dick crammed up her ass.

Seriously though, I wanted to savor the moment and enjoy every second we had left. I was only too aware that Zofi would be flying away tonight, and the ache I felt in my heart thinking about her impending absence threatened to undo my sense of calm serenity. I couldn’t let that happen, because I knew me losing my sense of serenity would in turn express itself in the way I was giving Zofi her massage. And I knew that the relaxing rubs, strokes, and caresses that were presently bringing her such a sense of calm serenity despite the massive dick currently skewering her asshole depended on me remaining... “chill”.

So I remained “chill”.

I spent a lot of time slowly working Zofi’s back, shoulder, and arm muscles into a state of complete and utter tranquility. I used my forearm to horizontally stroke up and down the span of her spine. Zofi went so limp, her grip loosened and fell from Sam’s hand in her serenity despite the massive schlong still stretching her sphincter. I worked my way along the length of both arms, all the way to her fingertips. And I never needed to pump my dick in her ass.

I almost put her to sleep.

Almost.

I actually thought she’d fallen asleep, given her closed eyes and slow-and-steady breathing. I glanced at Sam with a questioning look in my eyes and got a curious look from Sam in reply.

The blonde bent over to check on Zofi’s slackened face, and I planted my hands to start extracting my erection from Zofi’s ass. But as soon as I started to withdraw, Zofi’s hands reached back to grasp my hamstrings and hold me inside her. And she moaned distantly, as if lacking the energy to increase her volume, “Noooo ... don’t go.”

I paused and then pushed my pelvis back down, letting her colon recapture the two inches of cock I’d withdrawn.

Zofi took a deep breath and sighed. Her eyes remained closed, but she smiled and murmured, “All for you, darling. I do believe I would feel incomplete if I didn’t share this with you at least once before I go.” And with a blissful sigh and a sweet lilt that belied her lewd words she offered, “Fuck my ass, darling. Fuck me and fill my ass with your cum.”

Well her wishes couldn’t get much more explicit than that, and it wasn’t like I really wanted otherwise. I first bent down to softly kiss her cheek, and then added another kiss to the top of her head. Planting my hands on the mattress, I dug in my toes to lift my knees into the air, forming a push-up position while once again retracting my dick from the depths of Zofi’s delicious derrière. And then I pushed myself back in, sheathing my shaft to the hilt.

And then I did it again.

And again.

And again.

Zofi breathed steadily, her eyes closed and that luscious smile on her face. The massage had relaxed her completely, so that the steady pumping of my prick in and out of her posterior didn’t seem to bother her at all. Her asshole was still terribly tight and wonderfully warm, constrictingly clamped around the cock crammed up her colon. But the longer I kept drilling without any signs of her discomfort, the more confident I felt in picking up both the pace and the power of my plunges.

For several minutes I hammered my pelvis off Zofi’s compact heinie, pounding her cutie patootie in a prone-bone position. She absorbed every impact with a smile, grunting and groaning as she felt me take my pleasure from her warmly welcoming body somewhat harder than I’d ever done before.

Then she got her own hands planted flat on the mattress and started to push herself up. I paused my pumping as it became clear that Zofi wanted to change into a doggy-style position on all fours, and I sat back on my haunches without dislodging my dick from its happy place. With my knees spread to the sides, I held the exquisite brunette’s hips in my hands as she gave me a coy smile over her shoulder, blue eyes sparkling, and fucked her own ass back at me.

“Do you like it?” she asked me with a grin, panting a bit out of breath from her exertions. “Does my ass feel good to you?”

“Amazing. Incredible. So fucking good,” I groaned.

“Fuck my ass, darling. It’s all for you. Only ever for you. My one and only man for the rest of my life.”

Unable to resist, I thrust forward my pelvis, meeting sweet Zofi’s ass with a satisfying slap. “Say it again,” I begged.

“Forever, only you. No man will ever touch me, feel my lips around their cock, dip themselves into my pussy, or claim my ass as their own. All of this is yours. Only yours. Even if we are separated by thousands of miles, months, years, lovers and heartbreak, there will be no other man who will ever touch me in the places you do. It would be unthinkable.”

“Fuck, fuck,” I grunted, listening to her vows and squeezing her delicate waist as I pulled her in again and again to claim all that she offered.

“Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!” Zofi grunted in response, turning her head forward and letting it hang as she concentrated inward on the sensations of my cock carving out her cornhole.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I growled as I knelt upright, spread my knees for balance, and started crunching my abs to really pound her.

“Get in front of me, Sam,” Zofi groaned. “My best friend forever. My first true love. Let me taste you! Let me make you cum! I wanna feel you climaxing on my tongue while my darling fills my ass!”

Sam had been content to sit to the side as an observer, letting me and Zofi have our moment. But at her BFF’s request, she was quick to slide herself into position: reclining back against the headboard with her knees up and legs spread to guide the brunette’s face between her thighs.

“Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!” Zofi kept moaning in rhythm with my forcefully powerful plunges, unable to form coherent words now that her mouth was otherwise occupied.

But Sam picked up the slack, moaning, “Eat me ... Eat me ... Eat me ... Lick my cunny and cram that tongue inside while our studly boyfriend sodomizes the hell outta you.”

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” I grunted, feeling my balls start coming to a boil.

“YES! YES! YES!” Sam sighed, clutching the back of Zofi’s head to her loins as busty bombshell tossed her platinum-blonde hair left and right in her ecstasy. She must’ve been masturbating herself while watching me and Zofi to be this close to climaxing, or maybe she was just incredibly turned-on.

Whatever the reason, I started to think Sam might actually reach her pleasure peak before me, especially once Zofi slipped two digits beneath her chin to start fingerbanging the blonde as well. I took that as my cue to reach around with one hand to start fingerbanging Zofi myself, and I was rewarded from the way her inner muscles started spasming both around my schlong as well as the digits I’d buried inside her wet box.

“Oh, Zofi ... Oh, Zofi ... Oh, Zofi...” I groaned, really laying down the lumber as I drilled her derrière down the final stretch.

“Oh, Zofi ... Oh, Zofi ... Oh, Zofi...” Sam moaned, her mouth gaping open wide but her eyes clenched shut as she dropped the back of her skull against the headboard and seemed primed to explode.

“ZOFI! ZOFI! ZOFI!” I grunted.

“ZOFI! ZOFI! ZOFI!” Sam screamed.

“UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!” I groaned as I slammed forward one final time and started blasting Zofi’s bowels with an unending stream of sperm.

“AAAUUUGGGHHH! AAAUUUGGGHHH! AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!” Sam screamed as she opened up her eyes and stared down at her best friend’s face while clutching the brunette’s head with both hands.

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” Zofi’s voice joined our chorus as she started hollering straight into Sam’s snatch, her joyous release of orgasmic ecstasy carried along in sympathetic harmony with me and Sam one last time.

And for a little while, my universe was filled with light.

We were enjoying a late brunch when the front door opened and girlish giggles echoed down the hall. Sam and Zofi stopped playing footsie, and all three of us turned to look and smile as Naimh, Belle, Mari, and Alice all walked in.

Naimh wheeled her suitcase into her bedroom. Belle parked her big suitcase by the stairs and then came straight to me for a hug and a kiss. Sam and I had already moved back into the Berkeley house last night in advance of the upcoming semester, and now it was Belle’s and Naimh’s turn.

I stood up to greet my girlfriends: first Naimh, then Belle, then Mari, and then Alice. And after exchanging a quick peck with Alice at the end, I asked, “Where’s Eva?”