Chapter 76: The BTC 2.0 (Part I)

“Time for dessert, Matty...” Alice gave me a playful wink over her shoulder, braced her belly atop the washing machine during the spin cycle, and reached back with both hands, spreading her asscheeks apart in invitation.

“Fill me, darling! Fill me and fertilize me with your seed!” Zofi crooned into my ear while I bit down harder on her neck to ensure she would have a deep-purple hickey so that everyone would know she was marked and taken. She was mój skarbie, my treasure, emphasis on the ‘my’.

But I couldn’t keep ALL of them. The girls weren’t Pokémon, after all.

“I can’t be your ku’uipo anymore. I HAVE to move on,” Lily told me with a sad smile.

“It’s not that I don’t want to hang around you anymore,” Izzy insisted. “It’s nothing about you, it’s me.”

“For what it’s worth, it was worth all the while,” Holly muttered with a lopsided grin. She then shrugged and gave me a sad smile. “I had the time of my life, but now that time is done.”

But I did get to keep ONE of them I hadn’t been expecting.

“I’m yours, Matty. Only yours. You own me. Because all I ever wanted was to be kept by you.” My Mariangel’s eyes shone. “I love you, Matty.”

“I love you, Angel.” I cupped my hand to her stunningly beautiful face, her skin warm to my touch.

“This isn’t ‘goodbye’,” she reassured me, resting her cheek against my palm before raising her hand to cup mine. “I’ll see you soon.”

I gave my luscious Latina one last kiss. Our lips were still pressed together when the gate agent cleared her throat and asked, “Boarding pass?”

We broke apart immediately. Mari pulled my hand down and stepped away with a bittersweet smile, turning to hand over her boarding pass. I wanted to pull her back into my arms and make her promise to stay in Berkeley, never to leave me again. But instead she took a deep breath and firmly walked away.

Alice waited at the doorway, and both she and Mari each gave me and Belle one last wave before they both started down the jet bridge.

I felt a lump in my throat, but I didn’t start to cry...

... because none of this was real.

Well, all of those individual scenes themselves had been real. I was dreaming again, dreaming of real memories from the past. Each of them was frozen in time: Mari, Alice, Zofi, Lily, Izzy, and Holly.

Mari: My Angel. My Queen. Always loving. Never demanding. Accepting what I could give her, even if it was far less than she deserved. I knew I’d see her again soon. And I wanted to make the effort to truly deserve her in the coming weeks and months, despite our separation.

Alice: My best friend. Always dependable. Never biased. Happy to enjoy what we shared and perfectly willing to give me unfiltered advice without jealousy or self-centeredness. She’d take this time apart to evolve and decide who she really wanted to be. But I knew that whatever form she took in the future, we would always be friends.

I was ready to let go.

Zofi: Mój skarbie. So sweet. So serene. So selfless. Someday we’d form a bond that would last forever. For now, she was also on the path of discovery to find herself, and hopefully to find the kind of lifelong love she’d always dreamed of ... and deserved.

I was ready to let go.

Lily: My cutie ku’uipo. So friendly. So warm. So ... immature. She was a teenager still growing up and discovering herself. I didn’t know how much or how little she might be in my life going forward. But we were still students attending the same school, and neighbors to boot. I would forever be “her first”, and that wasn’t a bond easily discarded. We may never have developed kipona aloha in the short time we’d been together, but who knew what the future held?

Izzy: My chera. Vibrant. Voluptuous. Vivacious. But not built for Love. Perhaps I’d needed to learn my lesson that not every girl wants an emotional connection. But we’d still developed an intimacy that never truly went away. We were still students attending the same school, and Engineering majors to boot. Who knew what the future held?

Holly: My ex-girlfriend. Flighty. Fun. And unexpectedly Faithful. Despite enjoying me calling her a “slut” in the bedroom, she’d never been the type to sleep around. She deserved to be free, no longer shackled to a distant boyfriend who couldn’t give her everything she needed. We could’ve been something special together, but sometimes things just don’t work out.

I was ready to let go.

I felt something tickle my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” somebody grunted, and as I sat up, I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into a girl’s throat. She took it like a trouper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, breathing heavily through her nose until I pulled back. And then she resumed rhythmically pumping my shaft in her hand and sucking on the mushroom head as if I’d never interrupted her.

As consciousness flooded my brain, the final images of Mari, Alice, Zofi, Lily, Izzy, and Holly evaporated into the ethereal nothingness that all dreams are made of in the real world. My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the copper-haired head of my Irish lover bobbing up and down in my lap. Naimh looked up at me, her emerald-green eyes piercing in their gaze as she recognized I’d awakened. And she stopped to smile around a mouthful of meat while continuing to pump my shaft with her right hand.

Rather than feel a sense of loss at the six girls no longer with us, I felt the joy of being the lucky sonovabitch that had not one but SIX gorgeous girls still in my life. So I smiled back, and Naimh once again focused on the task at hand (er, mouth). She briefly paused to gather herself before pushing her head all the way down and not stopping until she had her lips around the very base of my cock. She held that position there, looked back up at me to make sure I was watching, and I rewarded her with a proud smile before she pulled herself all the way up and took a deep breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want a turn?” Naimh asked.

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

Naimh then turned the other way and asked, “Do you want a turn?”

“Don’t mind if I do!” Sam enthused happily. The platinum-blonde babe on my right side crawled over on her elbows to park her face above my upright prick. Naimh initially held my cock steady while Sam brushed her long bangs behind her ear in order to ensure I had a good view of her pouty lips parting around my prickhead and then pushing slowly down to the base of my dick.

She got hung up with about an inch to go but held her position, inhaled through her nose, and then pushed herself the rest of the way down. I groaned and momentarily closed my eyes at the exquisite sensations shooting up my spine. But then I smiled down at the sight of my beautiful Head Girlfriend staring up at me with amber eyes afire as she milked my shaft with her throat muscles.

Sam held the deep-throat for as long as she could before pulling off my prick with a gasp and a grin. I watched her big naked boobies shake as she caught her breath, my cock throbbing within the close confines of Naimh’s throat since the redhead had gone back to sucking on me. The blonde then leaned over to give me a quick peck on the lips as she said, “I’m gonna go start brekkie.”

“Don’t you wanna go for a ride?” Naimh asked.

“Tell the truth, I’d rather he pin my head to the cabinets and skullfuck the hell outta me,” Sam remarked with a grin.

“Both?” Naimh suggested. “You can do both.”

“One each,” Belle mumbled into my side. “First day of the new semester. You guys still gotta get to class.”

“Leave it to Belle to be the voice of reason,” Sam drawled.

“Teamwork makes the dream work,” Belle muttered as well.

Naimh laughed, and Sam smiled as she held out her fist, Alice-style.

The girls bumped knuckles. The blonde then slid off the bed while the redhead crawled up my body and lined up her hips with mine. And Naimh rubbed her tuft of neatly-trimmed red fuzz along my cock, scratching my rod quite pleasantly while her green eyes glimmered watching the expressions on my face.

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

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

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

I let Naimh make languid love to me for a few minutes while I fully roused myself from my overnight torpor. As strength surged through my veins, I finally let go of Belle’s booty and reached up to wrap both arms around Naimh’s back. After tugging her down against my chest, I growled into my girlfriend’s ear just before rolling her over onto her back while she squealed. And although our loins disengaged in the process, it was a simple matter for me to roll after her, nestle my hips between her spread thighs, and slam my stiff sausage straight back into the sweet center of her succulent snatch.

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

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

Sex with Naimh had always been amazing. More than once I’d waxed poetic about her “Goldilocks Pussy”: just right. Being inside her like this was simply heaven on earth, and I felt pleasure-bolts of joyful electricity surging through my veins as I slammed my steel-hard schlong into her over and over and over again. And I would have been perfectly fine pounding her and pounding her and POUNDING her all the way until we both screamed in simultaneous ecstasy.

But I ALSO loved banging my Baby Belle’s exquisitely tight wet box. So instead of relaxing my Kegel muscles to go ahead and let my sperm flow, I clamped down tight on my ejaculatory urges, pounding my sexy Squeakers until she shrieked in scintillating satisfaction, and then pulled out to promptly roll my petite pixie onto her back, split her legs apart, and plunge my prick into her perfect little pussy.

“EEEEEE!!!” Belle squealed at my unexpected entrance. She was soaking wet having masturbated while watching me pound Naimh, and her ultratight teenage twat was getting used to stretching around my girth. But she still had her same diameter issues, and I was only able to cram about half my cock into her cunt on the first try. Her fingernails dug into my upper arms, her teeth clenched, and she clamped her eyes shut with a grimace of pain.

But in a moment like this, I knew she wouldn’t have it any other way. Sure, I could’ve slid myself into her sedately while taking the time to let her body adjust, but she would’ve simply smacked me upside the head and complained about me treating her like a fragile, porcelain doll instead of a proper fucktoy. Indeed, Belle opened her pale-green eyes to stare up at me and she bared her teeth, growling, “Deeper, Matty! Fuck me! Take me! Take me!”

I took her. I took her hard.

My Baby Belle shrieked and screamed and clasped her legs around my waist to physically tug herself up into the air to meet my driving thrusts. I braced my forehead against the mattress just above her head and concentrated on crunching my abs to really blast her wet box. And I rapidly drove the pint-sized dynamo up the proverbial wall, finally unwrapping her legs from my waist and hooking them over my arms to allow myself to get even deeper and ping the tip of my prick against the back wall of her cervix.

Belle curled up like an armadillo beneath me while I got to my knees and lifted her ass in the air. She flung her arms back and undulated her body before me, perky boobs wobbling haphazardly while she closed her eyes and concentrated inwards. She was my ultra-sexy, ultra-alluring Annabelle.

My Perfect Fit.

“Ohhh ... Mmmaaattttttyyy...” she moaned.

“Belle ... Belle ... Belle...” I grunted as I drilled her.

Meanwhile, Naimh was not content to merely sit back and watch. She enjoyed seeing me fucking the other girls blind well enough, but she was more of an eager participant than an aloof voyeur. My randy redhead ducked her head to first nurse at one of Belle’s swollen pink nipples and then the other. Naimh then crawled around to give my sexy “little sister” a sultry kiss, both beautiful babes moaning into each other’s mouths and creating an aria of ecstasy that spurred me even further down the final stretch. And after relocating my hands down to my impish pixie’s hips, I hammered her a few final times to push her over the precipice of peak pleasure and then grinned when she started howling her orgasmic release into Naimh’s mouth.

“MMMMPPPPHHHH!!!”

And then I slammed down and groaned in rapturous release as I burst the dam and let my diluvial torrent of jism flood forth.

“HHHHNNNNGGGGAAAAHHHH!!!”

My tumescent tool could feel the internal twitches of her trembling teenage twat, another orgasm sweeping through her body like a sudden tsunami. And as my swollen schlong splooged out shot after shot of scalding semen, she squealed and shuddered in sympathetic satisfaction.

And then I collapsed down onto Belle’s chest.

But only for a minute.

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

In this case at least, I hadn’t blasted Naimh full of yummy sperm (Belle’s words, not mine), but Belle and I still needed her to suck it all back out. It’s not like -I- wanted to do it, you know?

And sure enough, Belle tapped on my shoulders, urging, “Hurry up and pull out. Matty’s Little Cumslut is hungry!”

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

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

My gorgeous Head Girlfriend was smartly dressed for class in slacks and a crisp pastel blue blouse, as always somewhat dressier than one would expect from a typical college student. Her platinum-blonde hair was short and sleek in a medium-bob just above her shoulders, accented with dangling earrings. And her makeup perfectly highlighted her strikingly beautiful face.

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

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

But rather than head out to the dining table, I sidled up behind the busty blonde and wrapped my arms around her from behind. My hands deftly ducked beneath the waistband of her slacks and then tugged up the front of her blouse, so I could slide my fingers across her bare skin and beneath her bra to grasp her breasts. “And what if I’m hungry for something other than ‘brekkie’?”

Sam cooed in my arms while glancing over her shoulder up and back at me. Her Aussie drawl got thicker as she purred, “I think we’ve got time for a quickie.”

I grinned as she immediately spun around and dropped to a squat right there in the kitchen. She made quick work of my zipper and then yanked my jeans down to my knees. I was already half-hard when my cock sprang out in front of Sam’s face, and she was quick to take my shaft in hand and give it a few short pumps while smiling up at me with sparkling eyes and then stuffing my meat into her mouth.

I groaned and gripped the bullnose edge of the counter while staring down at the amazing sight of my awesome Aussie girlfriend’s lips stretched around the very base of my shaft. And she hummed while running her tongue along the underside of my rod, and at the same time started unbuttoning her blouse.

Thirty seconds later, Sam had finished not only unbuttoning her blouse, but had also undone the front clasp of her industrial-strength bra. Her dynamite Double-D’s had spilled forth, and she mashed her own marvelous melons around my meatstick while I pushed her body back flat against the cabinets and made short little thrusts up through the valley of her cleavage.

And then the doorbell rang exactly twice.

I was still fucking Sam’s tits when Eva sauntered into the kitchen, stopping at the entrance to fold her arms and lean against the doorjamb. “Why am I not surprised...?” she drawled laconically, a smirk on the hapa Hawaiian girl’s face.

“You’re welcome to get your tits out and join in,” Sam offered with a smile before opening her mouth so that when my cockhead popped through the top of her tunnel of titflesh, my mushroom cap probed into her mouth.

“Thanks but I’m good for now,” Eva replied as she dropped her arms and walked in, heading for the gas range. “Besides, it looks like Matty distracted you before you could finish brekkie.”

Sam popped her mouth off my prick to explain, “It’s all finished. I just didn’t have time to plate it.”

“I got you. One for All.” Eva winked at us as she opened an upper cabinet door to start pulling out plates.

Sam grinned to hear Eva repeating that part of The BTC Motto. And after apparently judging my rod to have reached sufficient rigidity, she let go of her tits, fisted my shaft, and promptly impaled her face on my dick.

I groaned and thrust forward, taking hold of her head and keeping it in place as I pushed my prick into her throat. Sam gagged just briefly, so I paused for a moment to let her catch her breath. But then she visibly relaxed herself, even dropping her hands to the sides instead of holding onto my ass, and I steadily pushed forward again, not stopping until the back of her skull pressed against the cabinet so that she was completely pinned in place.

And then I skullfucked her.

Tight-Ass Slut made little “glug, glug” noises while I pounded my way in and out of her throat. She stared up at me with fiery amber eyes, holding both of her elbows in her hands beneath her breasts and unresisting as I took my pleasure between her pouty, puffy lips.

I pulled out every once in a while to let her gasp for air, each time with my sweet Sam staring up at me with a silly little smile on her face. She surrendered control, giving me no direction whatsoever as I repeatedly skewered her skull with my steel-hard shaft for my own selfish pleasure.

One time, I slammed all the way forward, really putting my weight into pressing her head against the cabinets. Bent over with my hands braced against the countertop, I slowly skullfucked Sam against the cabinets while she let her arms fall slack to her sides, struggling to breathe. I kept on pumping the pretty girl’s face until I sensed she was about to choke, and only then did I pull my prick all the way out so that she could breathe.

Then I slowly fed every last inch of my massive cock straight back in.

And then Eva squatted down right beside Sam.

I glanced at Eva with arched eyebrows. Having pinned Sam’s head against the unyielding surface of the cabinet with my pelvis, I held myself at full-depth while she made wet gurgling sounds and just sort of ground myself there for a few seconds before pulling back far enough to let her breathe.

“I plated brekkie and put everything on the dining table,” Eva explained. “You guys said I could join in. Oh, wait, Sam also told me to get my tits out.”

Eva grinned and then yanked her sweater, shirt, and bra up to her upper chest, baring her pretty boobies to my hungry gaze. And then she gaped her mouth open in invitation.

Damn I was a lucky sonovabitch.

Now Sam finally gave me some direction, reaching up to tap the sides of my hips as a signal for me to pull out. I did so, and rather than waste any time waiting for me to move over to her, Eva just grabbed my ass and tugged me towards her so that she could impale her face around my cock.

Really lucky sonovabitch.

“Ooh! Are we doing a skullfucking lineup?” Belle exclaimed merrily as she came into the kitchen. “I want in! I want in!”

“Well, we DO still have to get to class,” Sam pointed out.

“There’s enough time,” Naimh encouraged as she followed Belle in.

Sam smiled as Belle squatted down right next to Eva, her sweater having already disappeared. “Teamwork makes the dream work.”

Naimh smiled as she held out her fist. Sam bumped her knuckles, and then both girls looked up at me as Naimh squatted down next to Sam and started pulling up her shirt.

I stared down at the sight of the four girls lined up for me in a row, eyes shining, tits out, and mouths open.

Really, really lucky sonovabitch.

It was gonna be a great semester.

Sam got me started and Sam got the mouthful of sperm at the end, saving some of it for Belle to snowball afterwards (natch). I would’ve liked to have pulled out and painted my four ladies’ faces, but I was cognizant that we still needed to get to class and didn’t want to make any of them re-do their makeup beyond applying some fresh lipstick, which they would need to do after breakfast anyways.

Speaking of lipstick, I chuckled and shook my head at the four layers of the stuff smeared around the base of my cock as I tucked myself back into my boxer shorts. With that, the five of us finally sat down to eat, the feminine collective silently deciding to start the semester with a bare-boobies breakfast. My chewing frequently paused in the face of such feminine busty beauties taking turns preening for me, leaving me the last to finish. After the meal, the girls sealed paradise behind their sweaters, and our little party of five got our shoes on, grabbed our bags, and headed out the door.

“Hey, Lily!” Naimh called out while I was locking up the front door. And I turned my head to see a familiar petite young coed with dark hair mixed with sun-kissed strands come to a stop and look back at us from the sidewalk just before she passed out of sight beyond the fence between our immediate neighbor’s yard and ours.

“Howzit, hoalauna?” Lily greeted us with a smile, both thumbs hooked into the straps of her backpack as she waited for the rest of us to catch up to her.

Belle skittered ahead of us with her arms open, rather ebulliently wrapping up the other girl in a hug. “Lily, hi!” she greeted eagerly. “So glad we ran into you this morning.”

“Hi, Lily,” Sam added.

“Aloha,” I finished while flashing a shaka sign.

“Hey, guys,” she replied while surveying everyone. “Looks like we all have morning classes? Wait, I know you don’t have a morning class today, Eva.”

“Actually, only Neevie, Sam, and Matty have classes right now,” Belle explained helpfully. “Eva and I are just walking them onto campus. First day of classes and all.”

“Ah, gotcha,” Lily replied with a nod.

“Join us?” Belle asked.

“Sure. Of course.” Lily shrugged and smiled as Belle hugged her arm and started leading her down the sidewalk.

The rest of us fell into step with them. The sidewalks were narrow enough that only two people could fit across, so Sam and Eva went directly behind Belle and Lily, and Naimh held my hand (per usual). From where I was, I could hear Belle and Lily chatting animatedly (well, Belle was doing most of the chatting), but I was far enough back that I couldn’t really make out the details of their conversation. Likewise, Sam and Eva were talking about something as well, but my focus for the moment was on Naimh.

Just like first semester, Naimh held my hand until we got to our usual intersection where she’d bounce off towards the Biology buildings. The most gorgeous thing I’d ever loved gave me a sweet kiss while I grabbed her ass. Then, she giggled while giving me a wink and a wave for the other girls before spinning around and sauntering away, putting an extra-saucy wiggle into her booty for my benefit and theirs.

By habit, I expected Belle to slip her hand into mine for the journey that remained, but she was still latched around Lily’s arm, and I looked up to find both Sam and Eva more than willing to come take my hands. The pathways on campus were a little wider with space enough to fit three abreast (hehe, I said “abreast”), and I was in something of a jovial mood as I continued walking across the campus quite casually ignoring the stares I got from other people at the sight of two such stunning examples of the female form holding onto me at the same time.