Chapter 18: Tahoe IV

“Didn’t the commercials warn that I should call a doctor if I had an erection lasting more than four hours?” I asked rather nervously as I had to trap my still-throbbing erection against my belly to pull my thermal underwear pants all the way up.

“It hasn’t been four hours yet,” Sam reasoned. “And it went down twice.”

“Yeah, and then all it took was a glance at one of your nubile naked bodies, and it came right back up.”

“That’s a good thing.”

“For having sex, maybe.” I shook my head and pulled up my snow pants. “But having an erection seems pretty useless for building a snowman.”

Sam shrugged. “Well, if one of the girls wants to make her snowman anatomically correct, we can pull your pants down and use you as a model.”

I shot her a look and rolled my eyes.

Sam chuckled and patted my bulge. “C’mon. Once we start walking down to the beach ... and if you stop staring at our tits ... your blood flow should change and hopefully it’ll go down then.”

“Walking to the beach I can do. Stop staring at your tits?” I ogled Sam’s massive rack that was fully encased in a fleece sweater and yet still on display in the way the fabric hugged her ample curves. “That’s gonna be a little harder.”

I kept ogling until Sam zipped up her vest and black snow jacket. Zofi was already ready to go, and the three of us exited the master bedroom and joined the others. To be honest, I was pretty tired after doing my level best to satisfy five girls in a single session. I’d never had four ejaculations before (one each for Belle, Sam, Mari, and Naimh - yes, Belle got the last creampie), and if I had my way I’d stay here in the bedroom to take a nap. At the same time, I wanted to make the most of this trip up into the mountains and figured I could catch up on sleep over the next few days at home.

It took us less than ten minutes to tromp down the road to the beach. I carried the big shovel and Naimh brought the foam sled just in case it was useful for snow transport. Zofi had a new digital camera and we took turns taking photos of the beach and background. Well, mostly I took photos of the girls, although they did pull me into a couple of shots. Then we divided into two teams (Sam, Zofi, and Naimh vs me, Belle, and Mari) to build two different snowmen and compare which team had the better one.

Belle had mastered the slow roll to build up a nice, big ball. It took her a while, and it got so big I had to help in the end. Mari went hunting for rocks, sticks, and other things to use for decoration. Meanwhile, the other three girls just started piling snow together and used the shovel to help press-form it. But when I looked over, the base of their snowman looked more like a snow pyramid than a round snowball.

We spent more than a half-hour building our snowmen, maybe even close to an hour. Time flies when you’re having fun, and we were having fun. Sam was at least correct that physical exertion (and not staring at the girls’ tits) would make my erection go away, so at least I didn’t have to worry about calling a doctor.

In the end, Sam’s team managed to shave off enough snow around the base of their snowman to make it at least appear roughly rounded, but the middle ball wasn’t any better and they more or less ended up with a tapered snow column instead of a snowman. My team, on the other hand, had three neatly-shaped balls of descending thickness stacked quite perfectly. Our snowman wore my beanie and Mari’s scarf, and also had three smooth black stones for buttons, two larger gray stones for eyes, and even a roughly conical driftwood nose. Add in two long sticks for arms with fingers at the ends and a long grassy mouth, and we had a clear winner.

“There should be a prize for victory, I think,” Belle insisted.

Mari laughed. “Yeah, I think Belle and I should get to keep Matty tonight.”

Sam was not amused. “I’m five seconds away from tackling your snowman, ripping its head off, and thrusting its severed skull into the air before smashing it beneath my boots.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Snowmen have skulls?”

“How about we get first backrubs tonight?” Belle offered.

Sam rolled her eyes. “Acceptable.”

We took a few more photos with the snowmen for posterity and then tromped back to the cabin for lunch. With a thousand carbs in my belly, I started nodding off and wanted to take a nap afterward. But the girls still wanted to go sledding, so we loaded into my van and drove off in search of a hiking trail or picnic area with parking.

Finding a suitable spot took about half an hour, but we found a nice hill that had enough powder to carve a sledding run and wasn’t too icy. It had a pretty good incline for first the twenty feet to build up speed, and I made the first turn a little too sharp, so it took a while to bank it properly. Then, I had to reinforce that bank every five minutes. Girls kept sliding and I kept engineering for more than an hour. And in the end we had a pretty solid sledding run with four big turns that lasted close to thirty seconds.

All that time, I never actually rode the sled myself, having spent all my time digging out the run and then modifying it here, shoring it up there, etc. When I finally pronounced the run good enough, I took the sled to the top, sent myself down...

... and promptly blew straight through and over that first banked turn. I was just too heavy. I tried shoring it up again, but in the end I decided to just start myself at that turn and sort of lazily let myself glide down the rest of the run.

By the time we got back to the cabin, I was REALLY tired. The girls told me to take a shower and grab a nap while they figured out dinner. I did so gladly, cleaning up, getting into my pajamas, and falling into bed.

I think I passed out before my head even hit the pillow.

The room was quite dark when my conscious brain stirred to life and I cracked my eyelids open. I’d started my nap with afternoon daylight still coming through the window, but night had since fallen and the only illumination came from the nightlight I had brought and plugged into the wall outlet below the bed’s horizon, useful in case anybody needed to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom or something.

Muted sounds of conversation and laughter filtered through the thin walls of the cabin. I had no concept of what time it was or how long I’d been napping, but before I could summon the energy to turn around and check the clock on the nightstand, I became aware of the fact that I wasn’t alone in this bed.

Before I could say a word though, she spoke first. “Matty? You awake?”

“Mmm-hmm,” I mumbled softly, recognizing Belle’s voice. She was tucked beneath the covers in front of me, separated by about two feet.

She slid her hand across the sheets beneath the blanket and took hold of mine, just to hold it. I could hear her smile as she hummed happily, even if I couldn’t actually see it in the dimness.

“What time is it?” I asked, yawning.

“After nine. You’ve been asleep for more than five hours.”

“Five hours?” I asked incredulously, although my voice was still weak from lack of energy. I wasn’t fully awake yet.

“Mmm-hmm,” Belle confirmed. “You missed dinner, but there’s lots of leftovers. You’ll wanna carb up because Sam’s expecting you to give her fireworks tonight.”

“In a minute,” I muttered with another yawn, squeezing Belle’s hand. I closed my eyes again, just ... breathing. Sometimes I would take naps and wake up refreshed. Other times, I’d wake up feeling even more tired than I started, and this was one of the latter. I’d get the benefits of the nap later, but for now I felt like falling back asleep.

Belle waited with me patiently, just holding my hand. We didn’t cuddle or kiss. I never once felt like pawing her boob. I just enjoyed the way her hand felt in mine, smiling to myself as I teetered the fine line between waking and passing out again.

In the end, though, I woke up. Taking progressively deeper breaths, my brain booted up and I suddenly wondered how Belle had come to be in bed with me. It had never occurred to me to wonder that before. It had just felt so completely natural that I didn’t question it, as if she belonged in my bed by my side. But now I asked, “What are you doing in here instead of out there?”

“Oh, I came to check on you about twenty minutes ago. You know, just to make sure you were still breathing after five hours and didn’t die from excessive fucking.” She giggled cutely.

“Apparently I was still breathing.”

“You looked so peaceful I just wanted to watch you sleep, so I stuck around.”

“For twenty minutes?”

“I was studying your face in the light.”

“Right. I must’ve been so handsome with my mouth hanging open and drool leaking out.”

She giggled again. “You weren’t drooling, but you ARE handsome.”

“I’m pretty average looking.”

“Stop being modest. You’re gorgeous to me.”

“You’re gorgeous to ME.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” She leaned forward and pecked me quickly but didn’t try to start anything, settling her head back on the pillow beside me. The two of us just sort of stared at each other for a minute, in no rush to speak, perfectly comfortable in the silence, holding hands and enjoying that simple touch.

I kinda wanted to feel like this all the time.

“Hey, what do you wanna do tomorrow?” I asked quietly.

“Hmm? Tomorrow we’re driving home.”

“I meant at night after we get home. Or even the day after. Or the day after that.”

“What are you getting at?”

“It’s winter break. We have no school. The BTC hasn’t made specific plans of when we’re gonna meet up again.”

“Oh, we’ll meet up again. Even if you fuck Sam’s brains out tonight, she’ll want you to do it again a couple of days later. Same goes for everyone else.”

“I know, but I didn’t mean sex. I just...” I sighed. “I just want to be with you. Like this. Relaxing. Talking.”

“Yeah, totally,” Belle agreed. “I’ll come over in the morning.”

I took a deep breath, thought about what I wanted to say, and in the end couldn’t think of anything better than, “I was actually hoping that maybe you could spend the night with me tomorrow.”

Belle was backlit by the nightlight, so I couldn’t see the expression on her face very well, but I could see her hesitance. Before she could answer, I started apologizing, “I’m sorry. It was a stupid idea.”

“No, not at all. I was just ... a little surprised, that’s all.”

“So you’re not opposed to the idea?”

Belle chuckled. “You just fucked the shit out of all five of us – well not Zofi, but you know what I mean – and you’ve got another threesome coming up within the next couple of hours, and already you’re trying to line up tomorrow night’s bed partner?”

“What? No. This really isn’t about sex. We don’t even have to if you don’t want to.”

Belle snorted. “You think I’m gonna spend the night with you and NOT have sex?”

“Uh, well ... I wouldn’t want to presume.”

“You’re such an idiot sometimes.”

“Sorry.”

“Sam’s right. You apologize way too much.”

I bit my lip rather than say “sorry” again. Instead, I went with, “Habit. I spent years struggling to maintain the boundaries you girls always put on me. Saying sorry became an automatic way to appear unthreatening and make you all feel safe around me.”

“I suppose. But we’re gonna have to work on that.”

“Noted.”

Belle sighed, and I let her process for a moment. Finally, she said quietly, “You know why I can’t spend the night.”

“Your dad would wonder why.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Would it really be so bad if we told him? If anything, I’m probably the only guy on the planet he wouldn’t be upset about you dating.”

“Even though we’re not dating?”

“Well, we don’t have to tell HIM that.”

“I...” She paused, gathering her thoughts again. “I have to think about it. Definitely not tomorrow night. But ... I’ll think about it.” She squeezed my hand reassuringly to help me not feel like this was a rejection.

I squeezed her hand back and replied, “That’s all I really wanted.”

“You still want me to come over in the morning?”

“I’ll be happy for you to come over every morning.”

“Well, not EVERY morning. I have my own life too. Mari will want to hang out. And it’s winter break! What would you normally do during winter breaks?”

I screwed up my face and sighed. “I think I played video games with Alice close to 24/7 last year. Or read comic books. Come to think of it, yeah ... the BTC never really got together much during winter breaks in the past, did we?”

Belle chuckled. “Well, nobody was fucking you in past years. I’m pretty sure this year’s gonna be different.”

I sighed, thinking again of Alice. “I miss her.”

“Yeah, we all miss her.”

“She should’ve been here on this trip. She would’ve had a blast helping me with that sledding run.”

“I’m sure she would’ve.”

“I still can’t believe everything got so messed up.”

“She’s still your friend though, right? I mean, she doesn’t hold all this against you.”

“Well, no. At least, that’s what she’s told me.”

“So call her up as soon as we get back. Ask her to come over and play video games.”

I blinked and thought about that. “Huh.”

“Maybe that’s exactly what you need to get your buddy back. Go back to the basics. Spend some time together doing what you always did best, and not let the sex stuff get in the way.”

“Now why didn’t I think of that?”

Belle snorted. “Because you’re a guy. But don’t worry about it; we girls don’t hold it against you - until we do hold it against you because it’s convenient ... or because we just wanna be right and scapegoat you.”

I chortled at that, leaned forward, and kissed her sweetly. “Thanks, B.”

“Anytime.”

Right on cue, my stomach gurgled. I glanced down at my belly and then back up to see her eyes twinkling. I smiled and said, “Guess it’s time to get up.”

The girls all cheered when Belle and I emerged from the bedroom. Naimh clapped her hands to her cheeks and mock shrieked, “It’s alive!!!”

Everybody laughed and Sam got up to microwave my plate. We chatted as a group a bit, but I gathered that the conversation had been winding down just before my arrival. It was just past nine-thirty, and everyone had woken up fairly early this morning because of my intense conversation with Sam. So while it wasn’t exactly bedtime, the girls decided it was a good time to start their bedtime routines.

After all, nobody expected me, Sam, or Zofi to be falling asleep anytime soon. Given that they’d all be kept awake listening anyway, we might as well get started now. But that didn’t stop each of the girls from coming over to kiss me goodnight. Naimh was first, giving me a passionate snog full of moaning and rubbing her chest against mine, but she wished me a good night and sashayed into the bathroom to start brushing her teeth. Belle took her cue from that and gave me a sweet kiss as well while patting my ass.

Mari blushed nervously and didn’t even approach me, but I walked over to her, started a soft kiss, and she abruptly flung both arms around my neck, crammed her tongue into my mouth, and tried to drape a leg over my hips before giving up and just Frenching me madly for a minute. Afterwards, Belle and Mari headed up to the loft.

When I looked around, I realized Sam had disappeared. Only Zofi remained, and after staring at the wall clock for a moment, she wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned in for a sweet kiss.

Standing 5’10”, Zofi was the only girl I’d ever kissed who was tall enough for me to not have to bend down for. Well, maybe Sam when she’d worn those skyscraper heels for the wedding. The point is, I rather enjoyed not having to strain my neck at all as I wrapped my arms around her lower back and enjoyed the simple act of making out with my fourth girl in a row.

Zofi gave me none of the passion Naimh had displayed, nor the tenderness of Belle, nor the hunger of Mari. The way she kissed me was calm, serene, and almost ... chaste. I still couldn’t figure her out, but the mystery was seriously starting to intrigue me.

Maybe Sam was right: I was simply obsessing over the one girl on this trip who still wouldn’t have sex with me. And as much as I might fantasize about her finally giving in on this final night of our vacation, the way Zofi kissed me seemed a clear indicator that I wouldn’t be popping her cherry anytime soon, either. Perhaps sensing my thoughts, she stopped kissing me just then, leaned forward, and pecked my cheek. “We’re not there yet, darling,” she whispered into my ear.

“I didn’t ... I wasn’t...” I stammered.

She gave me a mysterious smile, checked the clock, and then coyly interlaced her fingers through mine, giving me a feeling not unlike the way we walked around school hand-in-hand. She pecked my cheek and nodded her head, saying, “She’s ready now.”

I arched an eyebrow but allowed myself to be led by the hand across the living room. By now, Naimh was coming out of the bathroom. She took a peek inside the master bedroom and popped her eyebrows, mouthing the word, ‘Wow.’

The redhead then turned to look at Zofi and me coming towards her. She chuckled, shook her head, and stepped into the doorway of the second bedroom. But she didn’t go inside; she merely turned around, folded her arms across her chest, and leaned against the doorjamb, clearly intent on watching my reaction.

Zofi pulled me around the doorway and let go of my hand. I stopped dead in my tracks just inside the room, blinked, and grinned. “‘Wow’ is right,” I commented.

“You remember this?” Sam asked coquettishly, posing across the king-size bed on one side, her head propped up her right palm with her left arm draped across her hip and upper thigh. Her body was a lush rollercoaster of curves that made me want to go for a ride right away, but I paused to enjoy the déjà vu feeling her outfit gave me.

The beautiful busty blonde bombshell had re-applied her makeup, now with heavier black mascara and thick eyeliner. She wore a strapless, black lace corset top that lifted and separated her huge breasts so that they almost appeared spherical. Thigh-high lace stockings adorned her legs, topped with a matching garter belt. Black lace panties, transparent enough to reveal her slit, had been put on over the garters for easy removal. The only things missing were the skyscraper heels. It was the lingerie outfit Sam had worn when she’d taken my virginity.

“Take his clothes off, Zofi,” Sam stated evenly.

Beside me, wearing her regular pajamas, Zofi first went to the doorway and said quietly, “Good night, Neevie.” Then she closed the door. I never glanced back, my eyes remaining riveted to the half-naked platinum blonde on the bed. After the door was shut, I felt Zofi’s hands take hold of my shirt and start tugging it by the hem over my head.

My pants went next, along with my boxer shorts, and after I stepped out of them I became the first one completely naked in the room, although I wouldn’t be the last. In the meantime, though, I found myself standing there, awaiting instructions. It had been clear from the moment I’d entered that Sam was in charge of this encounter, and I didn’t want to ruin any of her plans.

Sam let her eyes rove up and down my nude body, ogling me like a piece of meat. I never considered myself a beefcake or whatever other terms a girl might use to describe the sort of Chippendale-esque examples of perfect male physique, but I did what I could to keep in decent shape. Sam evidently liked what she saw, especially the way my thick column of man meat extended straight towards her like a flower seeking the sun. She grinned, let her gaze move past me, and nodded once.

Zofi pressed herself against my back, reached around with her left hand, and began stroking me. The lissome brunette began kissing the back of my neck as she gave me a handjob, and I moaned while reaching back with one arm to hold her lower back and mold her front against my naked skin, even though she was still wearing her pajamas.

But that only lasted for a minute or so. I think Sam just wanted to be sure I was as hard as I would ever be, especially after the exertion I’d gone through this morning. Satisfied with my erection, she crooked a finger and beckoned for me to join her by the bed. I moved as directed, coming to a stop right at the foot of the bed but not climbing onto it. Then, and only then, did Sam roll over onto all fours, crawl up to me, and draw her silky blonde locks to one side of her head while she bent to take my dick into her mouth.

I groaned and raised my hands to hold her head, but Zofi reached around and lightly tapped my forearms, causing me to drop my hands away. Once again, Sam was making the rules. And once again, Zofi and I obeyed.

Sam closed her eyes for a moment, bobbing her head back and forth in my crotch taking more and more cock between her lips, but she never tried to push me into her throat or anything like that, simply slobbering all over my shaft and apparently sucking me for the pure pleasure of it.

At least, that’s what I’d thought. A few seconds later, she pushed herself forward, taking the vast majority of my dick into her mouth and partway down her throat until she stopped at that final inch that she’d never quite gotten inside. Her eyelids fluttered and I felt her throat contract as she swallowed, but she didn’t pull off. Instead, Sam reached forward, grabbed my ass, and PULLED.

The final inch of my dick slid all the way inside.

With her bent over on hands and knees and me standing beside the bed, my hips and Sam’s face were pretty much perfectly aligned. More to the point, her neck and throat were pretty well horizontally aligned, and although I couldn’t actually see her face very well in this position, I felt like I could feel her smile with her lips wrapped around the very base of my cock. She held that for two seconds before abruptly drawing herself back and off my dick. She coughed a couple of times, gasped for air a few more times than that, and used the heels of her hands to wipe the tears that had started streaming down her eyes. She even grabbed a couple of tissues to blow her nose and wipe up some of her drool.

“Sorry, not the sexiest look for me right now,” she muttered after blowing her nose.

I just gawked at her, amazed that she’d accomplished the deep-throat. “No! That was amazing! I know how much that meant to you.”

Sam snorted, blew her nose again, and fixed me with a look. “Don’t think I didn’t notice when Naimh did it earlier while you were blindfolded.”

I blinked. “She did?”

Sam shrugged. “She told Mari she’d done it to you last night.”

I frowned and sighed. “Please tell me this isn’t still about you trying to buy my favoritism.”

Sam rolled her eyes. “I’m not trying to buy your favoritism. I’m just ... competitive.”

I mused on that. “Fair enough.”

She smirked at me. “And I’m not stopping at doing that just once. Come here. I want you to fuck my face a little.”

I blinked. “Um, what?”

“You know: Grab my head and thrust in and out of my throat a bit. Make me choke until my makeup starts to run.”

“Um, WHAT?”

“Zofi, translate.”

From right behind my ear, Zofi explained, “She’s always in charge but she gets off on you forcing her a little bit. Sometimes when it’s just the two of us, she likes for me to tie her up and order her to eat my pussy. Maybe spank her with a riding crop. That sort of thing.”

I blinked several times, my jaw dropping open.

“C’mon, Matty. Fuck my fucking face,” Sam urged.

Zofi slapped my ass. “Go get ‘er.”

We started with me fucking Sam’s face the way she wanted. She made little “glug, glug” noises when I did that, and I had to admit it was a bit of a power trip to see the normally in-charge and dominant de facto leader of the BTC with tears and streaked makeup while my cockhead entered her throat over and again. Plus, it reminded me of the night she took my cherry, and that was certainly a very fond memory (well, apart from the whole sobbing girl part).

She did keep choking every now and again and we had to stop a few times. On the other hand, once or twice she had me hold her head and pin her down with her lips around the base of my cock, a full deep-throat, and when she pulled back she had such a HUGE smile on her face that I couldn’t help but smile with her.

“Can you tell I’ve been practicing?” she beamed, her grin an odd juxtaposition with the tear-streaked makeup running down her cheeks.

I arched my eyebrow and asked, “Practicing with what?”

Sam smirked, shared a glance with Zofi, and said, “Maybe you should come over to my house and I’ll show you some of my toys. How ELSE do you think I’ve been satisfying myself for the past few years?”

As fun as it was to fuck her face, the frequent stops and my general concern for her well-being kept me from cumming. Sam decided she wanted to move on and grabbed some tissues to clean up her face.

In the meantime, I flopped onto the bed and started making out with Zofi, who had removed her pajamas and happily French kissed me. She shivered and hummed into my mouth while I pawed at her breasts and she stroked my dick with her hand. She let me fingerbang her with two fingers while my thumb rubbed her clit. We were still going at it when Sam returned, but rather than interrupt us, the busty blonde spooned up behind her best friend, kissing her neck and reaching around to fondle her breasts. Together, Sam and I sandwiched the brunette between us and made her cum. It was quite intoxicating to have Zofi moan an orgasm into my mouth. So far, I’d only ever gotten her off with my face in her snatch, and I desperately wanted to have this experience again, only with one of my other appendages pushed deep inside her instead.

The three of us reassembled after that. Sam flopped onto her back, her face now mostly cleared of makeup. She beckoned for Zofi to come kiss her and the pair of them made out hot and heavy with plenty of tongue, whether for my viewing pleasure or simply because they wanted to, I couldn’t tell. Zofi then crawled her way down Sam’s lingerie-clad body, kissing and nibbling along the way. She unzipped the strapless corset, pulling it off and tossing it aside, but left the garter belt and stockings in place. She then dragged the panties down and off Sam’s legs, brought them up to her nose for a smell, and smiled at me wickedly.

Meanwhile, Sam spread her legs apart and raised her knees while beckoning for me to come enter her. I did so gladly, and we made out a little bit while I began to fuck her slowly. But before we really got going, she told me to pull out and stand at the foot of the bed.

I laughed, thinking about how Sam had vacillated back and forth between taking complete charge of the situation, to getting off having me force her throat around my dick, and back to taking charge. But I was willing to do whatever she wanted as long as it made her happy. In this case, she simply scooted her butt down to the foot of the bed, had me slam myself back in, and then called for Zofi to come sit on her face.

We made a triangle of lust with Sam on the bottom, me pumping her pussy at a steady pace and Zofi riding her mouth facing back at me. This put my face right in front of the exquisite brunette’s, and we found ourselves making out once again while I pawed at both girls’ big breasts.

After face-fucking Sam, getting a handjob from Zofi, and now fucking Sam’s tight cunt, I felt myself starting to lose control, but I forced myself to hold out until the girls came. After this morning’s exercise (and no longer having chemical backup), I wasn’t sure how many rounds I had left in me. So I broke away from Zofi’s mouth and planted both hands on the mattress so I could focus on stimulating Sam’s snatch. I carved my dick around the walls of her canal, varied my pace to give her long lunges and then short staccato bursts. She whimpered and moaned beneath me, and when her back started arching, I pressed my pelvis down on her clit and started grinding down on it with all my weight.

Zofi actually beat us both to the punch. She squeezed her thighs around Sam’s head and started squeaking as she came. Sam’s hands were on both of her tits, painted fingernails digging into Zofi’s D-cups while the brunette let her head loll back, exposing her long neck. I immediately bent forward and latched onto that neck, sucking lightly for a moment before stopping myself, lest I leave a hickey mark she’d have trouble explaining just before Christmas. Instead, I kissed her again, reveling in the way she moaned into my mouth during her orgasm.

Sam went next, screaming straight into Zofi’s crotch as her body wriggled beneath me. Her cunt clamped down around my cock, drawing out my cream. And I started spurting great globs of man gunk deep into the farthest recesses of the busty blonde’s honey box.

I had to tear my mouth away from Zofi’s when I started cumming. My forehead hung forward but wound up supported by Zofi’s shoulder. She clutched my head to her upper chest, humming erotically while my schlong spat semen into her bestie’s snatch. And after I let out a final gasp as I finished spunking Sam, Zofi tilted my face to hers for one more kiss.