Chapter 51: Prom

“That is an awfully big limo for just the two of you,” Zofi’s mom commented after I greeted her and her husband.

I briefly glanced out the window at the 10-passenger stretch Navigator parallel parked at the end of the driveway, and smiled with my prepared answer. “Zofi is just our group’s first pickup. Mari’s boyfriend is going to go collect her next.”

Technically, it was a true statement. Plus, it was early enough in the afternoon to make sense. A few minutes later, I stood up from the couch with a big grin on my face as my girlfriend made her entrance, clad in a slinky, shimmering dress that highlighted her slender form. With her slicked back hair, one could imagine she had only just emerged from a milky pool of silver starlight that clung to her like a second skin.

“You ... are... breathtaking,” I murmured sincerely as Zofi came and held my hands. I refrained from kissing her – not because of her parents’ presence but because all six girls had independently warned me not to mess up their makeup. Zofi’s bright blue eyes glittered, obviously pleased with my reaction.

All four of us went outside to the limo. Zofi’s parents wanted photos of us in front of the blinged-out Navigator. I put Zofi’s corsage on her wrist and she fastened a boutonniere to my lapel while Zofi’s dad snapped away. And then we put Zofi’s little suitcase into the limo, the implications obvious to all.

Zofi would not be returning home tonight.

The limo driver brought us back to my house to drop off Zofi, and then I headed out solo to repeat the process with Mari and her parents. Then I repeated with Naimh and her parents, by which time the limo driver started giving me really weird looks. But he was grinning by the time we pulled up to Alice’s house.

In the end, I had six girls in prom dresses at my house, all of them now my “official” girlfriends. Seriously. Alice, Belle, Mari, Naimh, Sam, and Zofi were each now officially one of my girlfriends, decided on and confirmed a week ago Friday. I’d always belonged to the BTC - now we were just making it formal - and Sam got to be Head Girlfriend, naturally.

Belle’s dad had gotten called in for an emergency at the hospital (as the surgeon, relax), but Mother had remained home and took photos of me and his daughter. She also took photos of me and Sam. And of course she spent an inordinate amount of time taking photos of me with all six of my girlfriends together at their increasingly insistent (and giggling) request. After that, we all loaded up for the fifteen-minute drive to the downtown hotel where our school had rented out the Grand Ballroom to host our prom.

Five seconds after the stretch Navigator pulled away from my house, Alice closed the privacy screen between us and the driver. Naimh was out of her seatbelt in a flash and kneeling before me, fiddling with my belt and the fasteners to my tuxedo pants.

My eyes got big, but I didn’t stop her or ask stupid questions. Less than thirty seconds later, my pants were around my ankles while the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen bobbed her head up and down my rapidly lengthening cock.

I gawked down at her for a minute before glancing around at the other five girls. Sam, Zofi, Belle, and Mari looked just as surprised as me, but Alice smirked knowingly. Fixing my gaze on my best friend, I remarked, “I thought I couldn’t even kiss any of you for fear of messing up your makeup!”

Alice shrugged. “So don’t kiss her. She’ll only have to touch up her lipstick from the blowjob.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Naimh agreed with a mouthful of Matty-meat. Moments later, she figured I was ready, and she rapidly hiked up the hem of her seafoam green prom dress while crawling into my lap.

As Head Girlfriend, Sam was the only one seated beside me on the back bench seat. She merely laughed and slid a bit further out of the way to give the horny redhead more room, and I soon found myself buried to the root inside the busty Irish girl’s wet box. “Well THAT’S a first,” Sam remarked brightly.

“Hurry up, Matty,” Naimh groaned as she went from zero to sixty in 2.4 seconds.

I nodded, recognizing that we had ten minutes or so before reaching our destination. So I reached beneath the hem of Naimh’s dress to grab her ass and help the hot-to-trot redhead bounce her body up and down my rock-hard erection.

Meanwhile, the other girls chatted excitedly amongst themselves, not even bothering to watch. It wasn’t like they’d never seen Naimh fuck me before, and this would be their one and only Senior Prom. My nymphomaniac freckled redhead and I were in our own little world, although the way our little world kept shifting from one side to another as the limo took wide turns en route to the hotel proved more distracting than I would’ve thought.

Still, by yanking Naimh’s body forward against my pelvic bone to really grind her clit against it, I managed to bring her off with plenty of time to spare. I desperately wanted to kiss her, or even peel down the front of her scoop-necked dress and slobber all over the lush big boobies that had been bouncing around against my chin. But cognizant of the need to keep her looking perfectly put together, I instead concentrated on the feel of her Goldilocks pussy wrapped around my invading cock. And about a minute after she crooned her climax into my ear, I hunched forward and began basting the redhead’s womb with great gouts of spurting seed.

“Mmm, thanks, boyfriend,” the satisfied redhead chirped perkily after I finished filling her up. She pulled off my prick, reached down to adjust the strap of her panties to keep my spending inside, and finally returned to her seat.

I was a bit wiped out for the moment, and remained slumped in my seat with my wet dick out for the whole limo to see. Sam couldn’t help but bend over, slurp my girlcum-soaked cock into her mouth, and clean me up before patiently tucking my spent schlong back into my tuxedo pants. A moment later, she fished a small compact out of her purse and used the mirror to help her touch up her lipstick. Naimh had already finished doing the same.

I glanced out the window and realized we were about a minute away from arrival. Sam hadn’t quite gotten the correct notch on my belt, so I paused to fix myself up as well, and by the time I did so it was time to disembark. I signed the paperwork for the driver and left him a nice tip. He actually jabbed the side of my shoulder and said, “Good luck tonight, sport.”

I chuckled and led the girls inside. We didn’t go straight to the ballroom. Pooling our money together, the seven of us had booked the Penthouse Suite for the night, and Mother and I had come by in the early afternoon to check in, collect our keys, and also leave the minivan behind so the girls and I could drive ourselves home in the morning. The girls parked their suitcases and spent five minutes exploring the suite. They then spent the next twenty minutes either in the bathroom or in front of the big mirror over the master bedroom dresser touching up their makeup and adjusting their outfits.

Alice was the only one who didn’t seem inclined to preen, and as she and I sat side-by-side in the suite’s expansive living room, I sighed and commented, “If I knew Neevie was going to spend this much time on her appearance, I would’ve just kissed her.”

Alice mused on that, turned, and took my head into her hands. She gave me a fierce kiss, one that built and built until for the second time today a girl started taking my pants off. Less than thirty seconds later, my pants were around my ankles while my hottie best friend bobbed her head up and down my rapidly lengthening cock. And about a minute after that, I found myself buried to the root inside the busty Korean girl’s wet box.

But instead of climbing into my lap to go for a ride, Alice had knelt on the sofa cushions and braced herself against the backrest. I steadily pumped in and out of her from behind, my pants around my ankles and the back of her dress flipped up over her lower back. And when Sam emerged from the master bedroom and found us banging away, Alice looked up at the blonde and smirked, announcing, “I got Matty’s hotel sex cherry!”

Mari came out of the bathroom and shot her hand in the air. “Can I call ‘next’?”

“No!” Sam barked immediately. She then rolled her eyes and muttered to me and Alice, “Hurry up. We gotta get downstairs.”

On some level, I would’ve thought my arrival at the Grand Ballroom with six girls would’ve caused more of a stir. But everybody knew about the BTC by now, and nobody paid us much attention. I mean yeah, every now and again one guy or another at school would ask me if I had a magic foot-long cock. I’d just shrug and reply, “Magic? Yes. And my sperm tastes like chocolate. But it’s not quite twelve inches long.”

We headed straight to the line for taking prom photos. I took individual couples photos with each of the six girls, and then one at the end with all seven of us. We then grabbed a circular table for eight, made one of the chairs disappear, and started taking trips to the buffet line. I wasn’t particularly hungry and didn’t load up my plate, but Sam on my left and Belle on my right started spooning me extra food off of their plates, both of them telling me I’d need the extra calories tonight.

The seven of us spent more time chatting than eating, everyone having a good time. Towards the end of the meal, though, Belle finished whispering something to Mari and then slipped beneath the table. And for the third time today I felt a girl start taking my pants off.

I stiffened up in shock and whispered rather harshly, “Belle!”

She didn’t slow down at all, let alone stop. Less than thirty seconds later, my pants remained where they were but my fly was wide open while my impish pixie “little sister” bobbed her head up and down my rapidly lengthening cock.

Eyes wide, I turned to my left and gawked at Sam, but she was just holding a hand over her mouth to cover her laughter. Mari leaned over to whisper to Alice, who nudged Naimh. Zofi had already figured it out, and suddenly all five of the remaining girls were smirking as they scrutinized the shocked expression on my face.

A white tablecloth hung down halfway to the floor, but not all the way. I mean, the ballroom lighting was pretty dim, and the thudding music would probably prevent anyone from realizing what was going on so long as I didn’t moan in orgasmic ecstasy or anything. I gripped the edge of the table and tried to remain calm while Belle sucked me with enough suction to pull a golf ball through a garden hose. Already two ejaculations down today, I was in no hurry to cum, but at the same time I wanted to fire away into Matty’s Little Cumslut’s hot little mouth to reduce the chances of getting caught. Unfortunately, the more I tried to think about making myself cum the harder it was to actually do so, and Belle remained beneath the table slurping and sucking as the seconds continued to tick on by.

“Hey guys!” a new voice said brightly. “How’s it going?”

Straining to keep my face neutral, I looked up to my right feeling relieved to see Holly standing just behind Belle’s empty chair. Her hair was lime green now, bright enough that I wondered if it would glow in the dark. She was dressed to impress in a spaghetti-strap multicolored shimmering gown of vertical pleats - blues and purples and pinks that went really well with her hair color - with a plunging V-neck that put her excellent rack on display and a super-high side slit that exposed plenty of leg.

Mari was the closest to her, and she beamed, “Oh hey, Holly, how are you?”

Holly made a face. “Been better.”

From behind me, Sam asked, “Where’s your date?”

“Told him to get lost. He must be with his football buddies now,” Holly sighed. “I never should’ve agreed to be his prom date in the first place. All he wanted was a score.”

I tried to look sympathetic, but a moment later Belle nudged my cockhead into the tight confines of her throat. She couldn’t get her lips all the way down, but she could still stuff a couple of inches into her throat before gagging, and she apparently chose to do so at that exact moment. The point is: my eyes bugged out and I had to stifle a groan.

My movement was jerky enough to attract Holly’s attention, and she gave me a curious look. After quickly surveying the table, she tapped her fingernails in sequence across the chair back and asked suspiciously, “Where’s Belle? Went to the bathroom?”

Mari giggled. “Uh, not exactly.”

Holly scrutinized my face, and a moment later she seemed to figure it out, because she pulled Belle’s chair out and promptly sat down. “There, all better,” she pronounced while smirking at me and then Sam just beside me. “Wouldn’t want anyone to get the idea that someone from this table had gotten lost underneath trying to find a dropped fork or anything.”

Sam chuckled. “Why thank you for being so thoughtful.”

I grunted beneath my breath as Belle began attacking my dick with increased vigor.

“You’re very welcome,” Holly replied musically. “Happy to help out in any way I can. It’s nice having friends you can count on when life takes ... unexpected ... turns.”

Sam leaned forward. “Take your own situation, for instance. It sounds as if your evening has taken its own unexpected turn. It’s unfortunate when things don’t quite go according to plan.”

I had to squeeze the table edge when Belle crammed a couple of inches into her throat again.

“Quite unfortunate,” Holly agreed quite seriously. “I almost don’t know what to do with myself. I’m afraid what I’d hoped would be a magical night is about to end up nothing but a broken fairytale.”

“Tsk, tsk. We can’t have THAT now can we?” Sam intoned sympathetically as she briefly glanced around the circle of girls. “Lucky for you, good friends are always ready and willing to be there for each other.”

“You’re too kind,” Holly replied serenely.

My chest started rising and falling rapidly in time with Belle’s bobbing head while she twisted both of her hands around the base of my shaft, each hand twisting in opposite directions.

“Not at all,” Sam insisted. “In fact, I think you’re exactly the kind of friend we need at a time like this to make tonight into precisely the kind of magical fairytale we’ve ALL been looking forward to.”

“Really? I’m intrigued.” Holly leaned forward and set her elbows on the table. “Exactly what kind of fairytale did you have in mind?”

Sam smirked. “The kind with a happy ending for everyone.”

I groaned as Belle REALLY went to town on my dick, banging her entire head up and down so hard in search of precious Matty-cum that I was surprised she didn’t accidentally bang it into the underside of the table. But just before I gave her what she wanted, a new voice cut in, deeply masculine and clearly upset.

“There you are Holly. What the fuck?!?”

All the happy orgasmic feelings left me as a chill went down my spine. Some kind of “asshole alarm” went off in the back of my mind, and I turned my head to look up at the new arrival who was standing just behind Alice. Holly rather deliberately avoided looking up at the guy in the “look at me” white tuxedo jacket over black slacks.

I recognized him. His name was Antonio.

And he’d gotten Sam’s cherry a long time ago.

“Holly, it’s fucking Prom,” Antonio complained. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is for a guy’s date to walk away from him during Prom?”

“I don’t give a shit about your embarrassment,” Holly muttered, staring straight across the table at Naimh just to give herself someone to focus on. “I’m not coming back.”

“Why not?”

“I TOLD you. I have no interest in being your latest score. You clearly only asked me out looking to add another notch to your belt.”

“A true gentleman never assumes.”

“And you are NOT a true fucking gentleman,” Holly shot back, turning her head to glare at him.

Antonio’s jaw clenched, and he took a better look around the table. He especially took a better look at all the lush cleavage put on display around the table. “So what? You’re joining the Big Tits Club? You gonna turn into a carpet-munching lezzie?”

“Back the fuck off, Antonio,” Sam challenged in an angry voice.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, Sam,” Antonio shot back. “You’re just jealous because I dropped you when you were a lousy lay. You even begged me, ‘Please Antonio. Give me a second chance!’ And yet you still couldn’t do any better.” His mocking imitation girly voice really grated on my nerves.

Sam’s face went as white as a ghost, and I visibly saw her shut down. The light in her eyes dimmed, the corners of her lips tugged southward, and I could see how much she was fighting not to cry. Antonio had been her first, and he knew exactly how to hurt her.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” I growled, sitting up straight and planting my hands on the edge of the table, prepared to get up and confront him. But I realized my fly was open and Belle actually still had my dick in hand, so I stopped before exposing myself. “Sam is an incredible lover. Your only problem is that she’s too much woman for you to know how to deal with.”

Antonio turned his baleful glare to me and he snorted. “You?” He glanced back at Sam for a moment and then returned to me. “Are you such a wimp that you can be satisfied with my sloppy seconds?”

I gestured at Sam, who really did look AMAZING by any empirical measure in a shimmering satin gray dress that truly put “the girls” on display. “If you had any clue how to treat a woman, you might’ve come here tonight with THIS gorgeous creature on your arm in ADDITION to your beautiful date tonight (Sam likes to share). Your loss is my gain.”

“The fuck do YOU know about how to treat a woman, nerd? I’ll bet you’re a three-pump chump. Everybody knows The Big Tits Club is just a collection of lezzies and frigid virgin bitches too scared to put out. I’ll bet you spend your nights home alone dreaming just one of them would finally let you see her tits.”

The girls around the table, save Sam, started giggling at that.

Alice turned her head and looked up at Antonio, stating emphatically, “Matty’s given orgasms to all seven girls at this table back-to-back before losing his load.”

Antonio frowned in confusion, seeing only six girls seated around me.

Naimh piped up, “My favorite is bending over and letting him ravage my tight arsehole over and over and over again. He’s given me six orgasms in a single fuck before finally filling my sacred core with all his creamy cum.”

“I AM a lesbian and proud of it,” Zofi announced. “I only love girls, but I can’t help myself with Matty and I just love cumming multiple times on his big dick.”

Belle started sucking my dick again, and I chuckled and shook my head at the sheer preposterousness of the situation.

“Sam is Aphrodite,” I added with the smug confidence of a man currently getting his cock sucked by a pretty teenage girl. “Sam is the goddess of sex. I WILL actually admit that she can turn me into a three-pump chump. She’s the only one I’ve ever gone off prematurely with, she’s that amazing. Is that what happened to you? Was her tight pussy so hot that you blew your load early and told her she’s a bad lay just because you couldn’t get it up again fast enough to make it up to her? Is this a projection thing?”

Antonio frowned and balled his fists.

“Psychology 101.” I smirked and tapped my own forehead. “You called me a three-pump chump because you’ve got a history of problems with that. It’s at the forefront of your mind all the time. Maybe that’s why you can never seem to hang on to a girl for more than a couple dates?”

Antonio’s face was visibly pink even in the dim ballroom lighting, and he started walking around the table to come at me. Belle still had my dick in her mouth, and I was about to hurriedly pull her head off and zip myself up. But before I could, the scrape of a chair being pushed back got my attention.

Sam was on her feet behind me and she quickly intercepted Antonio just behind Holly’s chair. But instead of confronting him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged his head down so that he was staring into her lush cleavage. She bit his ear and then husked loudly enough for the rest of us to hear, “This body could’ve been yours. I’m coming off a week where I bent over and got fucked Every. Single. Day. I’m such a fuckin’ nymphomaniac. I get sperm gushing down my throat. I get sperm flooding my sweet pussy. I get sperm blasting deep in my tight arsehole. I. Can’t. Get. Enough of it.”

Sam then took Antonio’s arm and wrapped it around her body. She placed his palm right on her ass and squished her massive melons into his side. “I could’ve been your living sex doll. I could’ve been giving you incredible, transcendent orgasms for years. Tonight, you could’ve gotten us a hotel room and watched me peel out of this tight prom dress. I’ve got the sexiest lingerie on underneath here: lacy see-through panties, garter belt so you could fuck me with my stockings still on, this amazing corset that supports my big Double-D titties so well. I would’ve pushed you down on the bed and made love to your dick with my mouth, lips, and tongue. I would’ve climbed on and squeezed my amazing pussy around your cock, massaging it with my secret muscles. In the end, I would’ve bent myself over and reached back to spread my asscheeks, begging you to please sodomize the shit outta my tight arsehole.”

Sam paused and reached up to caress his chest. “And who knows? Maybe we could’ve invited one of my friends. I love cock, but there’s something just so delicious about making love to another woman and sharing her with my man. Rubbing our breasts together and tasting each other’s tongues while we take turns sucking on a fat cock until it spurts ribbons of jism all over our pretty faces. She’ll start licking his cream off my forehead and cheeks. I’ll start licking sperm off her nose. We might not be able to keep up and ... Oops! There it goes dripping off my chin.”

Sam took her hand off his chest and lightly caressed her cleavage with her fingernails. “No matter. These two big, juicy cum catchers will collect all the drops.” She mimed slowly scooping jizz off the exposed skin of her left breast with two fingers before popping them into her mouth, moaning as she sucked on her own digits. “I’ll get some of it. The rest will dribble down my creamy skin and collect atop my nipple so one of these hot babes can latch onto my succulent teats and su--”

“Aaaahhh, nngh, shit-shit-shit!” Antonio muttered, backing away from Sam. His hands immediately went to his crotch as he bent over, turning scarlet pink in embarrassment.

“Have a little accident there, big guy?” Holly scoffed with a sneer.

Bent over as he was, Sam loomed above Antonio. “You’re pathetic, you know that? Consider that a parting gift – can’t say I ever got one from you - because Aphrodite is NEVER coming anywhere near you ever again. I’m joining my friends now. We’re going to enjoy our Prom and then go upstairs together to the Penthouse Suite where Matty will pleasure all seven of us for hours on end. That includes YOUR prom date, who in a few hours will be licking Matty’s creampie out of my cunt while she spreads her arsehole for my boyfriend’s incredible dick that’s just so much more ... massive ... than yours.”

“Nngh, nngh, nngh!” I grunted, spurting semen straight into my “little sister’s” sucking mouth. Antonio hadn’t been the only one getting turned on listening to Sam’s erotic soliloquy, and with Belle repeatedly shoving my dick into the first couple inches of her throat, she FINALLY got me off.

After I finished cumming, I felt Belle withdraw in a suspiciously slow and delicate manner. Moments later, she crawled out from underneath the table and parked herself right in front of Antonio. Gaping her mouth open, she showed him the pool of creamy cum she’d collected on her tongue. And then beckoning to Sam, she pulled the gorgeous platinum-blonde together in a wicked hot kiss so they could share my load.

Antonio was gone before the girls were done.

Holly retrieved a chair and parked it between Naimh and Zofi, making us a table of eight once again. Once Belle took her seat, Alice tapped her own chin, muttering, “Hey Belle, you’ve got a bit of...”

Belle blushed, hurriedly wiped at her chin with a napkin, and flashed me a saucy look.

I was feeling wiped from my third ejaculation since getting into the limo this afternoon, plus coming down from the adrenaline rush of the encounter with Antonio. I knew the girls had plans for later tonight in the Penthouse Suite, but if they kept this up much longer, I’d be dead on my feet before we even got to the elevator.

Speaking of wearing me out, the girls soon moved us into the dance portion of the evening. We’d all taken square dancing and just a touch of ballroom as part of our P.E. curriculum, so I knew I wasn’t a total klutz. The handful of high school parties we’d attended were more social hangouts with friends and acquaintances and didn’t involve a whole lot of actual dancing.

During the fast songs we danced in a group. During slow songs I got paired off with the girls one-by-one, including Holly. Some brave male acquaintances of the girls even came by to ask them to dance, classmates and casual friends and the like. Thankfully, I knew the girls had enough sense to choose their partners wisely, turning down drunken asshole types and only accepting dances with the boys they knew could keep their hands to themselves.

Gerald, of course, came by to dance with Mari a couple of times. She seemed happy, and from what I recalled, he would be attending USC in the fall, which wasn’t too far away from Pasadena. I knew I wished her all the happiness in the world, and yet I could help but feel a twinge of melancholy at the reminder that the BTC’s time together would be coming to an end all too soon.

But not yet.

We left the formal dance pretty early in the evening. Having put in our social appearance and danced a few last dances with classmates we might soon never see again, the BTC didn’t feel a particular need to stick around and find out who won Prom King or Queen. Having all steered clear of campus politics, we already knew it wouldn’t be one of us (although Sam actually did get quite a few votes). Instead, the seven girls and I crowded into the elevator and ascended all the way to the top floor.

Designed to entertain up to twenty people in two separate spaces each surrounding a central coffee table, the suite had a large sectional, two additional sofas, a couple of high-backed armchairs, and two more ottomans big enough to seat two. Outside, the balcony had a pleasant view of the lit-up city skyline should any of us care to brave the cold. But really, all of our attention was focused inward on each other.

For a group that had been having sex with each other nearly every Friday for the past several months, you’d think the opportunity to have an orgy wouldn’t be a really big deal to us. But hanging out together and almost lazily screwing as a method of unwinding from the week was one thing.

This was Prom Night.

In the Penthouse Suite.

Oh, and Holly was with us again, too.

Let’s just say the girls pulled out all the stops for this one.

It started with Sam coming to sit beside me on the big sectional. She set down two pills - one blue and one white - alongside a glass of water.

I arched an eyebrow and asked, “Is this one of those scenarios where I choose one pill or the other to decide whether to remain in blissful ignorance or take a chance and set myself free?”

Sam smirked and shook her head. “You’re taking both pills.”

I took a deep breath and gave her a funny look. “Don’t you usually just spike my drink unawares?”

Sam shrugged. “I felt like giving you a choice tonight. I promise I’ll still love you even if you don’t take them.”

I rolled my eyes. “We already know I’m taking them; I trust you that much. But the fact that you’re telling me does worry me. Are there potential side effects that you can’t subject me to in good conscience without proper forewarning?”

Sam winced. “You’re probably gonna pay for it in the morning, but tonight’s gonna blow your mind.”

I shrugged and reached for the glass of water. “Then I have only one request.”

“What’s that?”

“Promise me you’ll use your better judgment and drive us all home tomorrow if I’m in no shape to do so myself.”

Sam laughed and nodded. “I promise.”

I swallowed the pills.

And then the REAL party began.

I felt hot. VERY hot. And yet I wasn’t overly sweaty. I mean, I was still sweaty, but just normal exertion sweaty, you know? But I still felt HOT. And thirsty. I kept drinking water. A LOT of water. At least, I drank a lot of water when the girls would let me drink water. They kept me VERY busy otherwise, y’know?

There are still gaps in my memory to this day. Sam was right, I really paid for it in the morning, and she wound up driving the minivan to get us all back to my house where the girls spent the better part of the day lounging out back by the re-filled pool while I slept for seven hours. Only then was I in any shape to drive each of my “girlfriends” home. Good thing each of them had already told their parents they wouldn’t be returning until dinnertime on Sunday.